✦ MANNY JACINTO, CISMALE, HE/HIM ✦ EMMANUEL VASQUEZ the THIRTY-ONE year old has been in Hidehill for ONE WEEK (HE GREW UP IN HIDEHILL) and was a STRANGER to Carter Thompson, one of the shadows. Whispers on the streets are that the BUSINESSMAN who lives in HOVE LAKE are said to be IMPULSIVE and RESOURCEFUL but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.
✦ MANNY JACINTO, CISMALE, HE/HIM ✦ EMMANUEL VASQUEZ the THIRTY-ONE year old has been in Hidehill for ONE WEEK (HE GREW UP IN HIDEHILL) and was a STRANGER to Carter Thompson, one of the shadows. Whispers on the streets are that the BUSINESSMAN who lives in HOVE LAKE are said to be IMPULSIVE and RESOURCEFUL but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.
FULL NAME: emmanuel luis vasquez
NICKNAMES: emman
AGE: 31 / June 13th, 1992
GENDER & PRONOUNS: cismale, he/him
FACECLAIM: manny jacinto
HEIGHT: 5’11”
SEXUALITY: pansexual
OCCUPATION: businessman
tw: abandonment, death
emmanuel vasquez is an illegitimate son of bernardo vasquez and his sole heir to his holdings company. his mother was a sex worker and met his father during those times when he found out that his wife cannot bear a child. the man obviously did not take the situation well. you can guess what happened next and the mess he and his mother got into. his mother decided not to involve him with such things anymore so she decided to settle down in hidehill and hide there with her son.
he grew up knowing a lot about cars because of his stepfather, they would spend their weekends together fixing that one car he has in the garage. everything was as simple as typical families in movies, with a growing conflict on the side. his dad made a deal with the mob, because he only wanted a better future for his family, especially his stepson whom he treated as his own. his stepfather started getting involved in illicit deals, smuggling cars, and using some of his cars to transport dead bodies of people who betrayed them. but then things went sideways, when the mob discovered that emmanuel is bernardo vasquez’s son, they attempted to manipulate his stepfather into using him as a way to steal their money. he didn’t comply, resulting in them killing him that one night.
everything went spiral since that, emmanuel became distant from his mother when they were the only ones left, but he never failed to step in and provide the way his stepfather would, meaning not in such a clean way. he would lie to his mother that he’s waiting tables, or as a convenience store crew, but his job wasn’t anything close to that. he went along the path his stepfather would not want him to go, but for him it was the only thing that could help. emmanuel started small with the petty theft, robbing a store, those small jobs you could think of when you’re in a mob.
years later, his mother died, because of the heartbreak she kept for so long since his stepfather left them. he felt like he didn’t have purpose anymore, which led him only focus on being part of the mob as their fighter, also working as a mechanic on the side, since he didn’t want to forget the things that his stepfather taught him when he was still alive. he still never stopped fixing that car, that remaining thing which makes him feel closer to his stepfather. never once he thought of his real father, but when it’s being brought up, he always dodges the topic. so never mention him, or ever call emmanuel by his last name, because you might regret that.
the need to survive came to play not so long after and he was forced to reconnect with his father and be part of his company, and was forced to leave hidehill to come with him to new york and start working under his wing.
it has been years now until the young emman who is now a businessman heard about the murders going on in town, in which instead of deciding to stay where he was, he did everything he could and begged his father to let him come back, return to the place where he felt himself the most.
"Thanks for checking up on me after everything. Makes it feel like what we had for a little bit was pretty special. Plus I don't know, makes me look at you differently. You're a great man, Emmanuel." @emmanvasquez
"why wouldn't i check up on you, jaxon?" emmanuel gives him a smile, before sipping on his drink. "i haven't seen you when the fire broke out, and i had to know you're doing alright. but...how's danny doing? is he recovering well, resting?"
Emery: I'm safe, you don't need to worry
Emery: want to do tacos for dinner?
Emmanuel: with me, you're safe, okay?
Emmanuel: we can build our own tacos and stuff?
“Why me?” She asked him softly, her eyes slowly traveling up his torso to meet his eyes. Emery smiled at his words, squeezing both of his hands as he spoke. “Well for the record, I’m glad it was me that you asked. You’re the perfect company.” The blonde let go of one of his hands, allowing Emman to easily pull her away to the bar. “Still the usual, you can never go wrong with a good blend of vodka.”
"because... you're you, em." it was the simplest way he could explain it, for now, as he looked into her eyes, giving her a soft smile. "your company is the company i want above everyone else's, em." he then pours the woman a drink, one just the way she liked it, and also one for himself. "i'm glad some things stay the same."
"Has there been any updates?" Jace asked with a puzzled look. The last he'd heard Steffi hadn't made it and there was two injured, he presumed the Jones home wasn't standing anymore too. Unfortunately for him the gas station had to keep running and the forum had strangely been quieter than usual.
"i haven't heard about anything else besides the news, and you know the groupchat..." emmanuel gives the other man a shrug, before he goes to check on his phone for the second time. "i'm thinking about visiting the hospital, check on how everything and everyone's doing. you want to join me?"
Emery: i'm not going anywhere...
Emery: i don't mind at all em, it's where i'd rather be
Emmanuel: that's all i need right now, make sure you're safe.
Emmanuel: is there anything you want for me to pick up?
Brandon: im ok, im just at the lake at the moment. are u ok?
Emmanuel: i'm doing okay, just grabbing things for me and em, i think we're just going to stay in with all this that's happening. just...hit me up anytime if you need help, okay?
Jax: i'm okay but my date was stabbed, so i'm at the hospital right now
Jax: i'm glad you're fucking alright though, and i gotta say didn't see this one coming
Jax: neither the attack, or you checking up on me
Jax: it's sweet
Emmanuel: any updates with your date?
Emmanuel: i'm also glad you're okay, relieved.
Emmanuel: if you need help with anything, do not hesitate to ask, okay?
@gildedploys
Emmanuel: just...stay home with me, okay? stay and rest, i'm just getting us a couple of things.
Emmanuel: you don't mind being cooped up with me for a while, no?
Every bit of her wanted to punch Emmanuel dead in his face. How dare he ask to talk after they'd planned a future together and he left without a single word? She nearly even left the very lucrative career she was in for him and then she went to visit him and there was nothing. Nothing but a lingering ghost of what was once their mutual meeting ground to express their love to one another. Taking a few deep breaths, Valencia tilted her head to one side and looked that man in his eyes silently for a moment. What could he possibly have to say to her? Nothing would make up for what he'd done. No excuse would suffice. "I would rather relinquish my home and move back in with my parents than hear anything you have to say. You died seven years ago. You're still dead to me."
"i didn't have a choice." was all he could say. valencia had every right to be mad at emmanuel, especially after all of the promises they've made to each other all those years ago. at one point in time, he was convinced that the life he had with her is the kind of life he wanted to have, and she was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. yet with his father lingering around at the time with the want to control his life and force him into a path he didn't want in the first place, he knew he isn't meant for what he wanted, and to make sure valencia iasn't to get caught in the crossfire when he pissed his father off initially for not complying to what he wanted. "i did what i had to do, and i didn't want any of it, val."
"You could of asked anyone to come with you and you picked me.” Emery said with a shrug of her shoulders before giving his hand a squeeze. “No? I’m sure there’s a list of people who would of taken up that offer.” She felt calmer with his presence, the lingering haunted feeling of a serial killer lurking around the corner lessening with his touch. “If you’re pouring the drinks we can dance, that’s a deal.”
"but it's you who i wanted to go with, em." emmanuel stops on the tracks so he could stand in front of her, both hands now on her shoulders. there's this subtle grin on his face as he says "i'm...very happy to have you with me tonight. i wouldn't want it to go any other way." emmanuel then pulls away to hold emery's hand to lead them to the bar. "deal. all we have to do is wait for a good song. in the mean time...is it still the usual, or you taste has changed?"
