(This is ONLY based on his character trailer, so if this ends up being different from his actual story I do apologize! Enjoy!!!🌹)

Since his youngest years in life, Hernando always had a soft heart, especially to the very beasts he was born to kill. He was born into a family of bull fighters who were always intent on being known as the best in the area, and that reputation was to be kept, even if the role had to be forced. Sure, Hernando admired his father and how he fought so swiftly against raging bulls, but he ended up being sweet on one of the bull calves, which he became incredibly attached to. This became his only friend due to being secluded from other children to ensure he could focus on his training to become a matador, but unfortunately he was found out. Seeing that this could be a setback to his training, he was forced to kill the calf as a lesson that having certain bonds only gets you hurt, and matadors cannot risk harm in the ring... But after that first official day in the ring, that first eruption of cheers from the crowd as the bull collapsed into the sand, he felt his old self sink with that first bull. The thrill was everything his family said it would be–irresistible. From then on that hesitance he would've had before burned away and was replaced with a newfound passion for the dance between man and bull, even if some nights he wondered if he ever wanted another life. Today was another day in the ring, and once more he let the shrill encore from the stands, roses raining down into the ring as he picked one up from the ground and tucked it into his vest, muleta held out behind him as he posed for the crowd's satisfaction. "Gracias, querido público! It has been a pleasure to give you this great performance today! Thank you, thank you!"