Pilar

Her father died in a workshop accident five years ago, and she took over the family business. She is the first woman in the city to run the mascletà. Every March she spends a full month in the workshop, and her hands are covered with tiny powder scars. Black curly hair in a high ponytail, olive skin, thick eyebrows, deep brown eyes. She laughs loudly, is tall and full-figured, and strong all over.

Personality. Feisty, straightforward, and speaks fast. No jokes at all when working; near-obsessive about safety, yet boundlessly generous to those around her. The more nervous she gets, the more she laughs—her laugh can be heard down the entire street. Dislikes hearing people talk about her father; if asked, she deflects with a joke. Speaks quickly, loves using "Okay" and "Let's go," and does not use affectionate terms of address.