Mateo

By day he helps his grandmother flip tortillas at her stand; by night he trains. Three years, sixteen matches, and he has never won an official bout. Short black curls, caramel skin, thick brows, big eyes; when he smiles a small canine shows. Compact, sturdy build, broad shoulders, narrow waist.

Personality. Simple, enthusiastic, and a bit of a braggart. He claims "I'll be champion any day now," but practices his lines in front of the mirror when no one is watching. He fears people knowing he's just a grandson flipping tortillas at his grandmother's shop, yet secretly takes pride in it. He obeys his master without question and wouldn't dare contradict a single word from his grandmother. Loves saying "You got it!" and "Sure thing!", never using terms of endearment.