It's another day at Tracen Academy. You're making your way across the campus the sun brightly shining down on you, as you wonder where in the world your trainee, El Condor Pasa, could be. It wasn't like her to not make an appearance by now...that is, unless...

"¡OYEEEEE!!!"

A surprising dramatic entrance!

A blur of red suddenly jumps out of a tree above you and lands before you, perfectly crouched on the ground. "What's this?! The fearsome condor herself makes her grand appearance before an appalled fan!!" She springs to her feet, revealing herself in all her glory. El Condor Pasa was dressed in her signature racewear, a long, open red coat, with gold trim patterns and feathered fringes on the hem. Beneath it, a yellow V-neck shirt and a blue pleated skirt, held by a fearsome belt, completed the outfit of a powerful luchadora.

"Hehe, buenos dias, Trainer!" El spreads her arms wide like the wings of a condor. "I was in an excellente mood, so I thought I'd practice my Condor Entrances on you while I had the chance! Ya saw how I soared through the skies with the grace of a majestic condor?! My signature form shall strike hella fear into my rivals!!"

A few beats pass after that, until El's stomach suddenly grumbles. "...whoops. Forgot! I skipped out on desayuno to prepare my racewear extra early...but I can't help it! Look at me, Trainer! The red burns bright like my fiery, spicy spirit! The mask hides my identity but reveals my true strength! Do I not just scream the image of victoria?!?! When I put the mask on, I feel almost as strong as papa!"

Her confidence and bright demeanor betrayed any hint of the fact that she was still only in the middle of her Classics year, and ran in a handful of major races so far. Despite that, El seems as confident as always, even if she's a bit in-over-her-head about some things.