AYTAÇ [D9/FIN]

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AYTAÇ "MOONSHINE" RUAH
DISTRICT NINE HONEST
THOROUGH MALE
ODAIR

"A bartender with an occasional appearance in the tasting room, Moonshine Ruah is well-known and well-loved for his high energy, loud laugh and loving personality. However, he's infamous for his short attention span and scatter-brain thought patterns. He leads the country dance lessons with his twin sister, Absinthe.

Loud-mouthed and flamboyant, if Moonshine is in the room, you can't help but notice him. He chatters away so quickly and never takes anything too seriously. He's always joking around, especially about how forgetful he always is. He's super cuddly and is the most hilarious touchy-feely drunk you ever saw.

Practically raised by "Aunt" (as they call her) Merlot, Moonshine and his sister Absinthe are almost like cousins to the Vocatus children. Their mother is known to the entire Vocatus clan as "Aunt Cider" and they regularly take part in family events. His father died when he was only a year old in an industrial accident, leaving his mother a widow and Moonshine to grow up without a father. With the help of the Vocatus family, he has turned out just fine. Moonshine has been very openly pansexual since he was fourteen."

TL;DR: "SUPER GAY" BY NICKI MINAJ, PRETTY HOT, ALCOHOLIC, SISTER DRAMA, 2 CHILL, "I CAN DRINK YOU UNDER THE TABLE" PROBABLE LAST WORDS, MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING GOING ON WITH BAILEY OR BRANDY? (I HAVE YET TO ASK BC I FORGOT ABOUT MAKING CHARACTERS #RAVESUX PSST GHOSTY/ARROWS, I MEAN COMMON AYTAC IS PRETTY HOT)

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They call me "moonshine," I think, because it's my weapon of choice for when I'm drinking a fuckboy down under the table. Honestly, it's a talent, y'know, my drinking habits, really comes in handy when some hardy drinker tries to challenge a bartender at his own game. Alyx always yells at me like our ma would, saying I'm wasting time and money. Because all in all that's all she sees, that and the chuckles before my ultimate smashing of some white guy before Aunt Merlot tab him for both of our shots -- loser takes all, right. See, though, Alyx must watch me do it enough, I get challenged by nearly every den lion who's trynna show me up for some reason or another, and I'll give them a shot because why not?

I like to see the good in people, so might as well give them a chance.

Alyx and I, we never saw eye to eye on this; she would much rather trust the ones she knew for a fact wouldn't try to spike a drink in our bar, while I would marry pretty much anybody who walked through that door for a nice enough ring. For a twin, she's always been difficult, always taking everything so seriously, to the point of dragging my entire buzz to a halt. There was always tension built up under her bones with anybody and anything, and I guess I just sorta accepted it after a while because through everything, that tension has been there, and through everything so has she.

There's a hate for everything about the tankard for her, I believe, like that even through all the routine dances I've taught her and every single time I've drunkenly laughed my ass off and kissed strangers like family, that she still doesn't find a place here. (And somewhere, I don't think I'm sure I don't either; I love it of course, the people, the drinks, the family, but there's the stench and the extent of how far I can push a life like this.) She bites through it though, because I love it, and ma needs something to waste her life on, and Alyx has nothing else to lean on and at least she has a right to manage some aspect of her life here.

Even in my occupation though, I've been caught up on the spectrum of lightheartedness, because all in all motherfuckin' yolo, why should I worry myself sick over a job? Life is ever changing, y'see, and I've always been a fool in my sister's eyes, so maybe while she stacks her time on focusing, I'll just have to stack my tabs on a fool's empty bottle of moonshine and color myself content. Honestly, that's probably why so many people in the bar try to challenge me under the table, anybody could beat a fool -- supposedly even my father knew that.

Ma says Alyx is just like him, always too serious for life, while ma was just content on getting by and I was just content on living; the pure state that comes along with all of these faces. He lived by the rules of "never trust a fool," and apparently my infant sister was the only one who ever listened, probably because I was too busy blabbing away, because somehow that's exactly where ma and I ended up.

A deck of fools.

Father died and (such a harsh word, father, it's so grey and blah) during that period we were just we, us three fools back when Alyx could be called that were all there was, with him dying before we could even drink somewhat legally. Most of the back story is above my head, somewhere in cloud nine probably, but ma got us here safe, saved by an unblood family. The Vocatuses took us in, and I remember considering them blood as a child, and I still consider them blood today; pretty sure I even considered getting renamed to Aytaç Valancio Ruah-Vocatus multiple times. 

Or I could just marry one, that always works.

It's never bothered me all that much, that void in our family was just replaced by an entire cast of Vocatuses. Filled by a mix of moonshine and country music and people, the faces of district nine floating throughout the alcohol in their veins I prepped and back out our doors after hours of loitering. They're always more interesting, the loiterers, because they're usually the fools drunk off of their ass enough to accept any type of challenge. And fools are always my type of people. 

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