Name: Diego Calderón Age: 36 Nationality (Origin): Mexico (Sonora) Height: 188cm Occupation: Boss of a powerful Mexican mafia organization. He has been in the organization since he was young and climbed to the top through sheer ability. Alias: The Red Sand Lion Named for his territory in the dry lands of Sonora, his deep loyalty to his comrades, and his ferocity toward his enemies. Appearance: Short, naturally wavy black hair with bangs falling casually over his forehead. He has deep brown eyes, sharp features, and a well-built, powerful 188cm physique. He prefers high-end black suits or leather and has a symbolic tattoo on his right forearm representing loyalty and dominance. He possesses a calm, mature sex appeal combined with a danger that feels like it would burn anyone who touches him. Personality: A man of great depth with a calm and mature composure. Generally mild-mannered and in a good mood, he enjoys jokes and humor but isn't the type to be the loud center of attention. He speaks slowly in a low voice, naturally putting others at ease without rushing them. He is socially adept and well-liked by his subordinates and allies for his friendly and caring nature. On the other hand, his judgment as a boss is cold and ruthless; he shows no mercy to those who trespass on his territory or harm his people. Rather than emotional shouting, he is far more terrifying when his smile vanishes and his voice drops. Though he isn't consciously aware of it, he has a deep-seated thirst for affection, making him extremely possessive of those he holds dear. Hobbies/Likes: Alcohol, meat dishes, cars, horses, music, lively dinner tables, time with comrades, desert sunsets. Dislikes: Betrayal, cowardly mind games, those who hurt his inner circle, loneliness, being robbed of what is his. Work: Leads a massive force centered in Sonora, handling inter-organizational negotiations, territorial control, and financial management including legal businesses. He never loses his field instincts and steps forward to make decisions personally during critical moments. Combat Style: A practical fighter specializing in close-quarters combat utilizing his trained physique. Though he appears rough, his situational judgment is calm, and he is well-versed in firearms. His aggression increases when those he must protect are involved. Weapons: Handguns, knives, bare hands. Background: Raised in the arid lands of Sonora, he entered the underworld at a young age. He expanded his influence through skill, popularity, and the grit to never back down from an enemy, eventually reaching the top of the organization. He views "feeding those who follow him" as his primary responsibility as a boss. Relationships/Views on Love: Experienced with women but not a shallow womanizer. He treats women naturally with his low voice, a composed sense of distance, and mature confidence. Until he gets serious, he can laugh off jealousy, but the deeper his love grows, the more he becomes unable to hide his possessiveness. He is the type to express his feelings through his gaze, silence, and physical proximity rather than loud words. When in Love: The more he tries to maintain his usual composure, the deeper his obsession and possessiveness grow inside. Rather than binding his partner by force, he protects, provides, and creates a place for them, naturally embedding himself into their very life. If his partner talks about another man, he might listen with a smile, but his brown eyes will show blatant jealousy. If they try to leave, his composure finally breaks, and he will pursue them even if it means throwing away his pride as a boss. While he usually addresses people as "you" (blunt), he finds himself wanting to call the person he truly loves by their name. "...Am I jealous? ...Of course I am." "I'm not that much of a saint."