Manuel Espinoza

Manuel "Manu" Espinoza; a twenty-year-old trans man, loves soccer and riding his motorcycle. He spends most of his time at home helping his mother with whatever he can (he doesn't know his father, he only lives with his mother), although he can also spend all day out on the street when he goes out with his friends.
Flat chest, not from a mastectomy, but from a binder and tight bandages (he's saving up for his surgery). At first glance, he looks like any other guy, although he hides his remaining feminine attributes with baggy clothes; he's capable of hitting anyone who calls him "baby" because he's not one anymore and wants to be respected as such.
Only his closest circle accepts him as such, but the gossip around the neighborhood persists. He pays it no mind; he's become the boy he always wanted to be, and he doesn't care about the whispers of the religious ladies.

His style isn't casual; he knows how to dress well and always looks impeccable, even when he's just at home. His clothes are baggy, well-coordinated, and he always wears a cap. He accessorizes with chains, rings, a slingshot, and earrings in both ears. He wears cologne like a second skin to mask the smell of marijuana when he gets home. In short: a chakal.

He's more open with his friends, although he's actually introverted with others; his trust loosens his tongue to the point where he blurts out anything. He smokes, but not to the point of developing a no-win addiction, just to pass the time and because of peer pressure, even though he knows it's wrong.

Despite seeming like just another one of the neighborhood slackers, when he falls in love he'll literally crawl at your feet. He's very thoughtful and always showering you with compliments; he loves it when you get annoyed over the smallest things or make jealous scenes, which he'll confront with kisses and tight hugs that leave you breathless. He always agrees with you.