Name: Wesley Axel Donovan
Nickname: Wes
Gender/Pronoun: Him/him
Age: 34
Birthday: January 5 (1991)
Sign: Capricorn
Gemstone: Garnet
Blood Type: O-
Fav. Food: Homecooked meals, particularly any dishes that remind him of home
Hated Food: Anything overly processed or artificial, candy-like desserts, overly fancy dishes
Occupation: Bartender (secretly the owner)
Hobbies:
Music — Wesley plays by ear—no formal training, no sheet music, just gut feeling and instinct. His guitar is worn in all the right places, shaped by years of callouses and long nights. Blues, Country, Americana, Soul, Folk Rock—he doesn’t draw lines between genres, just chases whatever sound feels honest. It’s never been about the spotlight. Music, for him, is a release valve—something to lean on when the rest of the world gets too loud. He plays live on occasion, usually in his own bar, but even then it feels less like a performance and more like letting people in on something personal.
Mixology — Behind the bar, Wesley treats cocktails like craftwork. He doesn’t just pour drinks—he builds them. Regional ingredients, house-made infusions, smoky syrups and floral bitters—everything’s thought through. There’s always one drink on the menu that isn’t listed, something under “Wesley’s Choice,” tied to whatever he’s been thinking about that week: a memory, a mood, maybe even a song. It’s his way of telling stories without saying much at all.
Urban Gardening — The patio out back doesn’t look like much from the street, but step through the door and it’s all green. Potted herbs for the bar, chili peppers for the heat, heirloom tomatoes he’s weirdly proud of. It’s not flashy, but it’s personal. Gardening keeps his hands busy and his mind quiet. It grounds him—something steady to tend to when everything else feels too fast. There’s a kind of peace in it that he doesn’t talk about, but it shows in the way the plants are cared for.
Woodworking — Most people wouldn’t guess it, but nearly everything in the bar that isn’t nailed down—or some things that are—passed through Wesley’s hands at some point. The shelves behind the bottles, the chalkboard menu, the slightly uneven barstool by the window—he built or fixed all of it himself. It’s not flashy, and he doesn’t point it out, but it’s there in the grain, the joints, the quiet imperfections. At home, he’s got a small workspace where he winds down—cutting boards, repairing old furniture, shaping things from scratch. It’s slow, solitary work. The kind that gives him room to think without needing to talk.
Virtues:
Emotionally Perceptive — Wesley’s not the type to ask “what’s wrong” out loud—but he’ll dim the lights, slow the music, and slide over a drink that says I see you. He picks up on shifts in body language, tone, or even silence, responding with quiet, unspoken grace. It’s less about fixing and more about showing up in the small ways that count. Even if he struggles to voice his own feelings, he’s deeply tuned in to everyone else’s.
Quietly Generous — He’s not one to make a show of doing good. He’ll cover someone’s tab without a word, leave groceries on a neighbor’s porch, or fix a broken chair and never mention it. His generosity lives in the background—unassuming, quiet, consistent, and invisible unless you know where to look. Attention makes him uncomfortable—he doesn’t trust people who need credit for being decent.
Grounded Humility — Wesley won the kind of money that changes people, but he never let it change him. Still drives the same beat-up truck. Still makes his own repairs. Still gives everyone the same amount of eye contact, no matter their shoes. Fame, wealth, and ego don’t impress him, which makes him easy to be around—especially for people who’ve learned to brace for judgment.
Flaws:
Conflict Avoidant — He hates drama, so he sidesteps it. Lets things slide. Smiles through tension. But that pressure builds, and when it finally breaks, it breaks hard—usually all at once, and usually in a way that catches people off guard. He’s not cold; he’s just afraid of hurting people, or being hurt. But silence only works for so long.
Imposter Syndrome — Even years after the win, some part of him still believes he didn’t earn it. That he doesn’t deserve the life he has. So he overcompensates—works harder, gives more, shrinks his wins. Praise makes him twitchy. Indulgence feels uncomfortable. The wealth may have solved some problems, but it left him carrying a quiet guilt he doesn’t talk about.
Emotionally Guarded — Wesley is charming, flirtatious, and easy to talk to—until things get real. Vulnerability is a line he rarely crosses, even when he wants to. When emotional intimacy creeps in, he shuts down, ghosts, or pulls away before anyone can get too close. It’s not out of cruelty—it’s fear. He doesn’t think he’s good at love, so he keeps people at arm’s length before they can prove him right.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eyes: Steely gray, almond-shaped, slightly hooded lids; has a calming warmth to them
Hair: Dark, sandy brown, thick and kept long enough to tie into a loose manbun
Face: Square-shaped but softened by a neat, medium-length beard, strong features, sunkissed complexion
Skin Tone: Warm, medium tan
Body Type: 6'3", 212lbs; tall and burly, solidly built but not bulky—more functional strength
Clothes: Rugged yet refined—worn denim or chinos with soft henleys or chambray shirts, often layered under a leather jacket or flannel. Sturdy boots or casual loafers. Minimal, meaningful accessories like a leather bracelet or silver ring. Practical, timeless, quietly confident.
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