Emiliano "El Yunque" de Hierro Sinsangre

Emiliano de Hierro Sinsangre

Biographical information
El Pueblo de La Piedad, along el Rio del Hemano Rugiente 35 Alliria
Physical description
Human Male 5'10" Stocky Dark Brown Dark Brown Swarthy
Political information
Merchant Prince
Out-of-character information
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A scrapper and penny pincher, who grew up counting cobre y plata, and watching the price of pan and leche like a starving fox watches a dying deer get torn into by wolves. Always waiting for his turn to eat. Perhaps it was this hunger that lead him to the fighting pits and arenas. That same hunger that kept him driving at his opponents, even as hammering fists crashed against his bones and threatened to break him. Hunger, poverty, the broken home he came from, the family he found in his days as a pugilist, those things only served to form him into the man he would become. Relentless in his pursuits. Dogged in his ambitions. Humble in his victories. Never one to back down from a fight.

Appearance

Broad shoulders, with a large back and heavy hands. His face his angular, with a strong jawline, and an imposing brow. His nose is unnaturally flattened at the bridge, having taken one too many good punches square one the delicate bone there in. Additionally, he bares many scares.

Despite his rough and tumble beginnings, Emiliano takes great care in his appearance. A fan of well cut outfits, and not one to shy away from finery, he keeps his hair well trimmed, and his facial hair is often kempt and styled into a proud mustache.

He has a beaming smile, and the fact that he still has all his teeth in tact is a mark of great pride.

Skills and Abilities

A Puncher with a Chance: Though he has been retired from pugilism for near a decade, Emiliano trains regularly, if only because he finds a sense of calm and comfort at work against dummies and heavy bags. He has even started his own training camp, and aspires to teach the youth a thing or two about the one two threes that helped him find success.

Friend Maker: Likeable to a fault. Emiliano makes friends easily, even out of his opponents and rivals.

Learned: Despite being a bruiser, and someone born into abject poverty, once Emiliano began to earn a comfortable amount of coin from his prize fighting, he made sure to hire himself a tutor. Thus, he is capable of reading and writing, though his sense of numbers was learned from other teachers.

Has a past: It is rumored that part of his ascent is due to criminal connections from his day as a prize fighter. Who can really say what made him who he is though.

Fortunate: He made some good investments early in his career, both in the right people, as well as the right business ventures. Some have even said he has "la bendición de oro", gold's blessing.

Personality

Prone to easy smiles and generosity, many people find Emiliano to be a winning sort. Easy to get along with, a good friend to have around, if only to keep things interesting when having a round of drinks. But there is a shrewdness to him. A calculating cool. Always counting, always measuring. People, distance, timing, coin. How else is he supposed to seize the moments that present themselves?

Stiil, he is more gambler than tactician. But the odds tend to tilt in your favor if you do a bit of set up.

Biography & Lore

"What do you want to know? How my father used to have me pull the plow across our dusty fields, because we were too poor to get a new mule? Oh, no, wait, let me guess, you want to hear about the first time I had to put on the gloves," he smiles, slicks back his hair with a toss of the head and the flat of his palm. "Well, guess there is no harm in telling it," he shakes his head, dismayed, if only just, but he smiles all the same. "But first," he raises a flute of sparkling wine to you, the drink itself looks every bit a delicate golden jewel, fizzing as it does in the crystal flute that contains it.

"A drink!" he goes in for a toast. "To good fortune!" he says, loud and clear and warm to the small crowd gathered around your corner of the gala. They echo his words with their own cheer, the finery they wear every bit as well cut and fitted. Teir fingers sparkle and glitter with jewels, and he smiles at them from behind his proud mustache, but as he raises his flute to his lips, he mutters beneath his breath. "And all the sorry sods who she grinds up to give it to us," he takes a deep drink.

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