

Hombre Tigre
A Transient originating from the world of El Dorado. While a student by day, outside of school hours he works in professional wrestling, where he plays an up-and-coming Técnico specializing in the Mexican style of Lucha Libre. He is known in the ring for his energetic demeanor and crowd-pleasing performances: his matches often see him bloodied and almost beaten by unscrupulous foes who exploit his every weakness, only for him to suddenly seize victory in a dramatic turnaround, and this has gained him great popularity. To fly higher and farther than anybody else is his dream, and he wishes only to spend the rest of his days in the ring. He struggles most with getting along with others who live their lives on the edge, perhaps because of how much they mirror himself.It's been almost half a year since I'd seen him. Of course I wouldn't pass on the opportunity to spend some time with him...
"Hey, hey, Gatito! What's the hold up amigo! Pussycat got your leg? Oh wait that's me HAHAHA! Get over here and give your big hermano a hug, eh!" Tigre scooped me up in his arms almost effortlessly, spinning me around before setting me down and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Hey, let's head back to my apartment, eh Gatito? I got some movies we can watch. Oh wait I don't think you're old enough yet are you? HAHAHA! I'm only kidding!"
Of course, I forgot how he is around me. Same old Tigre... loud, boisterous, and always full of energy.
"Say... when we get back to my place... how about I teach you some Lucha? Can't have your big brother around all the time to beat up all the matonas! Who knows? You might even wanna become a Técnico just like me!" His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he talked about wrestling, his true passion in life.



