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"I'm stuck in this fucking rut, waiting on a second hand pick-me-up and I'm over getting older." Francisco Joseph Ayala, 30, hot mess of a man

[franciscoayala]

[DIEGO BONETA] — Have you seen FRANCISCO AYALA walking around? They’re a THIRTY year old CIS MAN with HE/HIM pronouns. They supposedly live in DOWNTOWN ROSECASTLE and currently work as a BARTENDER. Rumor has it, Rosecastle PD says they’re A PERSON OF INTEREST when it comes to the case. I guess that makes sense, considering they’re FLIRTATIOUS, CONFIDENT. Though, if you ask around, some would say they’re also IMPULSIVE, MISCHIEVOUS.

S T A T S;

Full name; Francisco Joseph Ayala

Age; 30

Nicknames; Frankie

Date of birth; October 26, 1990

Occupation; Bartender

Nationality; American

Religion; Unsure

Sexual orientation; Bisexual

Relationship status; Single

Spoken Languages; English

A P P E A R A N C E;

Face Claim; Diego Boneta

Height; 5′9″

Build; athletic

Tattoos; a full chest piece (X)

Piercings; ears

Hair color; Brown

Eye color; Brown

P E R S O N A L I T Y; 

Positive: Flirtatious, confident, witty

Negative: Impulsive, mischievous, hot-headed

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

B A C K G R O U N D;

Hometown; Boston, MA

Education Level; High school drop out

Pets;  n/a

Father;  Ernesto Ayala

Mother; Paulina Rodriguez

Siblings; too many to count

M I S C E L L A N E O U S;

Phobias; death

Allergies; n/a

Hobbies; Partying, drag racing, shopping, impromptu photoshoots, video games, playing guitar, dancing

Aesthetics; Leather, neon signs, the smell of cheap liquor, satin sheets, black and gold color schemes, boomboxes, broken guitar strings

CHEATING TW, DIVORCE TW

Francisco was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Every single luxury he could have wanted, he had at his finger tips. That's what happens when your father is a business mogul, though.

To the outside world, his life was perfect. Aside from the fact that his parents weren't even close to being in love. They had broken up and gotten remarried so many times that by the last time they reuinited, she decided not to marry Ernesto at all. That was because of his many affairs. Francisco had more half-siblings than he knew what to do with, though he was really only close with two.

Trips around the world with his brothers and sisters, sleepovers with other rich kids, the newest clothes, even a reality show about his family. Francisco was living in a dream, one where he never really had to do anything. His father's legacy would take care of him forever. Until it didn't.

Embezzlement, ponzi scheme, off-shore banking. Those were the terms thrown around when the feds took everything. Before he knew it, Francisco was left penniless and alone. So he went crawling to Rosecastle with his tail between his legs. He promptly moved in with his aunt and realized how out of touch he really was.

Francisco never had any real life skills (or common sense, really). He had to learn quickly just how to survive without a dime to his name. With his aunt's encouragement, he learned how to be a bartender and eventually landed a full-time job.

Francisco is really a lost puppy. He's incredibly charismatic, friendly, and definitely means well. But sometimes he says and does the absolute dumbest things.

He often regrets coming to Rosecastle instead of going with one of his friends, especially now that the Starlight Killer is back. Don't mention that to him, though. He likes to pretend everything is fine.

[dexmonheart]

IT WASN’T LIKE HOPE was an unfamiliar face at the bar. She was more like a fixture than anything. The woman didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. It was a familiar space in a town that seemed so new, despite knowing every nook and cranny. Her interest was piqued when she heard an unfamiliar voice ordering from the bartender nearby. Gaze emerging from the bottom of her glass, the woman turned examine the new individual who had entered her sacred space. “You drinking your problems too?” Fingers running along the rim of her glass, she waited for their answer. 

[franciscoayala]

Francisco had been wallowing in his own problems for too long now, he was aware of it. With everything that had been happening in Rosecastle, his own issues paled in comparison. How could he ever feel awful about losing the only lifestyle he knew when people’s loved ones were being murdered? When he heard the melodic voice of the woman, he simply stared for a moment. Usually something stupid fell out of his mouth whenever he opened it. Did he really want to risk that tonight? “Actually, I’m drinking an IPA,” he said with a chuckle, moving closer to her. “If I were to drink my problems, I’m pretty sure they’d poison me.” He sighed and placed his glass down before turning his attention back to her. “Want to talk about it? I’m an unprofessional therapist at the bar I work at. I’ve got the experience.” 

[franciscoayala]

@elaturan

Frankie had just finished his workout and was about to walk out of the fitness center when he spotted a pretty face. He recognized her from a few other times at the gym, and if he remembered correctly, she was a dance instructor. The bartender felt a little more confident than usual and decided to approach her. “Hey,” he said with a smile, “come here often?” What a stupid question. Feeling incredibly dumb, he quite literally face palmed before trying again. “What I mean is, how’s your day going?”

[franciscoayala]

@emerymorgan​

It had been a few days since Frankie had seen Emery and he was a little concerned. At least, that’s what he told himself. The truth was that he was lonely and bored, a dangerous combination for him. That’s the reason he found himself pounding on his friend’s door, calling out. “Dude!” he exclaimed in between knocks. “If you don’t want visitors, you should’ve put a sock on your door handle. That’s what I was always told,” he said, stifling a chuckle. “Just open up, man.”

[franciscoayala]

@suspixiions​

It had been a rather slow night at End Zone, and Frankie was at the point where even the ball game couldn’t entertain him. That’s when he spotted someone walking in. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t place her at first. “What can I get ya?” He asked, flashing her a flirtatious smile. Seconds later, the smile dropped when he realized who she was. “Wait, you’re that cop’s kid, right? That Anderson dude? Shit...” He chuckled to himself before leaning against the bar. “Since when do cops have hot kids?” 

[townsflirt]

Adriana’s using a dish rag to wipe down the bar when another person walks in. It’s been terribly slow and as the raging town gossip, the femme just can’t help herself but to call the person over to the bar stool by the register. They don’t look to happy, the perfect opportunity to get something out of them. “You wanna talk about it?”

[franciscoayala]

It was ironic that Frankie would get off of work only to go to another bar, he knew that. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally. The man grumbled before throwing himself onto the bar stool. At first, he simply glanced at her. He had been in this situation before - usually if a woman asked him if he wanted to talk about it wasn’t good. “Uh... about what?” He asked, raising his brows. “About how uncomfortable this stool is on my ass? Or about the fact that there’s a mad man killing pretty people? We’re livin’ in a Wes Craven movie, babe.”