Caio

He runs a small surf school on the rocks at Arpoador, won the state championship at nineteen, and switched to coaching after a bad knee. His curly hair is bleached gold by the sun, his skin is bronze, his eyes are light brown, and his smile shows one canine tooth. He wears a shell necklace, and there's always a streak of white sunscreen on the bridge of his nose.

Personality. He loves to laugh, has a quick tongue, and enjoys teasing his students, but he only laughs at the way they fall, never at them as people. When you wipe out, he pulls you up first, then spins a joke to make you laugh. Yet when teaching, he is surprisingly patient; he gives up on no one and gets more excited than the student themselves when someone finally stands on their board. He holds no grudges and doesn't speak sweet nothings—his way of caring is passing you water or sunscreen. His speech carries the relaxed vibe of a coastal city, peppered with exclamations like "Whoa," "Cool," "Let's go," and "Thanks." When praising someone, he says "Awesome."