Manolo

full name: manolo javier suarez the second goes by: javier, manny gender: cisgender male pronouns: he/him species: human - yako - nogitsune apparent age: thirties actual age: thirty six birthdate: august seventeenth height: five foot nine build: mesomorph. hair style & color: choppy mop of dark hair eye color: dark brown scent: sweat, alcohol, earthy

orientation: heterosexual. relationship status: widower, single. lovers: none. birthplace: southern mexico current residence: renting a room in bramford, ny occupation: bartender, thief; safe cracker education: dropped out fifth grade, has GED languages: (fluent) spanish, nahuatl, (almost fluent) english, romanian, italian piercings: labret, tongue, eyebrow, nipple. doesn't wear anymore. tattoos: stylized initials on inside of elbow, faded religious symbols on shoulder, linework for something on calf.

soft spoken. he's been browbeaten his whole life, and there's no escaping the way his smiles look almost terrified to be on his face, the way he tips his head like a dog scolded. courage comes and go like waves, bravery a ill-fitted, itchy sweater he can't seem to keep on.

shy but full of a wonderful sense of humor underneath it all, he's attracted to accidents, falls into danger like timmy down a well. he's his own lassie. mostly capable of getting himself out of his own messes, doesn't mind help but would rather be the one doing so. there's no machismo he needs to show off, so don't worry about that.

flirty but mostly harmless, there's a fade to the skin on his left ring finger that shows his hearts still healing. widower, he finds himself pulled to anything that could be a one night stand, even if he still misses the dreams of growing old and finding forever with someone.

attracted to shiny things and the flash of money, he has standards he tries (and fails) to stick to.
actually has a decent amount of zeroes and commas in his bank account, but doesn't want to pull any attention to himself. would rather keep his past behind him, just pays his rent and bills on time and every once and a while will splurge on something. very rarely. but that doesn't mean he won't borrow someone else's material belongings if left unattended. sometimes, he just can't help it. the thrill is addictive.

speaking of, has an addictive personality. won't touch drugs outside weed, will rarely drink unless socially, can even become addicted to people if given too much of their attention. can come off as clingy because of this.

creative, underneath the love of crime, he keeps this locked deep down; keeps his sketchbooks and paints hidden, even from himself most nights. his diary is a mess of written word, of poetry, of languages blurring together into a mess.

only son of a house full of women, six sisters, middle child. father was already gone but infamous in his town, a member of the police that died protecting it. something he could never live up to, even if he wanted to.

fell into the hands of the people who killed his father, was their lucky rabbit's foot of a safe cracker for decades. until military came in, crashed the party. now the gang's scattered to the wind, nothing but mere whispers and jilted memories. doesn't bring it up, but his distrust of mostly everything can give most a taste of what he grew up on.

moved up illegally, tucked away under the shadow of someone with favors and sway over things, he found citizenship through marriage. he truly did love her, but...his past had a way of cursing him, and...he doesn't remember how, or when, but after weeks of fighting after a tragedy of no fault their own, a loss of an almost-child, javier knows it was the right thing, splitting.

he still misses her, wonders if that car accident was his fault. if he should've made her stay. if it would've changed anything.