「miguel herran & demi male」⇾ delgado, aaron, the junior horton student’s records show that he is a virgo and 23 years old. they are studying culinary arts, living in moris and can be caring, trustworthy, short-sighted & hedonistic. when i see them i am reminded of the scent of fresh baked cookies, the shining blade of an ice skate & air so cold that you can see your breath. ⇽「drew & 22 & est & he/him.」
trivia.
born august 30th and always hated the years that they were back in school on their birthday as it’s too close to the start of the school year for their taste. has learned to love it, however, and now uses it as an excuse to convince their friends that they should have a giant party --- and when combined with the fact that everyone is back on campus, it did usually lead to a rage on the horton campus.
falls somewhere on the aromantic spectrum, though they’ve never been in a rush to label that part of themselves. they have dated in the past & generally just tell people that they’re bi, largely because they think it’s easier than dealing with people who expect them to explain the difference between romantic & sexual attraction and the label mostly fits. had their first & only celebrity ‘crush’ on matt duchene after watching him play at the 2014 winter olympics --- it’s arguable that it was equal parts ‘goddamn i want to be him’ and ‘goddamn he is ATTRACTIVE’ but that’s not necessarily an argument it’s recommended that you start.
backstory.
let it be known that neither of aaron’s parents are hockey fans, nor were they ever. but they were both athletes, with their father retiring from major league baseball after a career ending leg injury and their mother leaving professional soccer to settle down and build a new career. they never agreed on which sport he should play, bouncing him between different courts ( and at a young aaron’s insistence: rinks ); hoping that their child would follow in their footsteps. but no amount of parental pressure can turn someone into an olympic athlete.
and that’s not to say that aaron wasn’t good, but he wasn’t about to get recruited to a national team anytime soon. and if they were being honest, they never really wanted to, not when they had grown up seeing just how temporary that dream was bound to be. if their parents sighed and moaned about it, it went mostly unheeded though they never did gather up the courage or desire to quit outright.
instead, when they floundered over colleges and struggled with the concept of a future outside of the world of sports, they signed to a minor league hockey team --- clinging to the hope that at least for a while they could have that dream. just until they found something else, they told themselves. and hartford wolf pack wasn’t a bad team to play for and the ice still felt solid underneath their feet.
it was the team’s nutritionist however that handed them a dream that they could grasp onto, a passion outside of the rough sport that they loved. they didn’t need to worry about what they ate, but they did need to make sure that they were eating enough --- and for all that junk food packs on the calories, it quickly became boring when you had to eat so much to keep your body running. so they took up cooking under the suggestion of the nutritionist and allowed the soothing tones of various youtube video instructions to guide them through brand new recipes and techniques. eventually the team could always look forward to some new outlandish thing that they would bring in, baked or fried or covered in enough powdered sugar to make you cough.
and then, just as it so often does in professional sports --- an injury struck and while aaron walked away still able to play, their captain wasn’t so lucky. a torn tendon spelled the end of his career, and aaron couldn’t help but feel the fear set into their bones as they weighed their options. that’s how they ended up at horton with a recovering captain at their side, ready to start their college athlete career and their college athlete experience.
from there it’s been a wild ride --- a cursed experience, truly --- the horton hogs were almost lost their division i status on multiple occasions, always hanging on by the barest of threads. and just last spring, they brought home the championship cup, seemingly cementing their place in the division, only for the whole thing to go up in flames. but aaron had made friends & coming to radcliffe, the school that housed the hog’s biggest rivals ( and their new team ) meant that they got to stick around them.
connections.
rivals / ex-rivals. wld love to see the beef between an ex-hog and a rattlesnake, the clashing of prides, the warring emotions and of course, the epic highs and lows of college sports. developing friendships? maybe. developing into sworn enemies? perhaps.
horton whos. old pals or even acquaintances from horton. they’re banding together or maybe not, but aaron finds comfort in the familiar faces regardless of how they knew each other back then. enemies? friends? ex-roommates? exes? just the familiar face is comforting, even if they’re screaming at each other.
give me everything. that’s it. give me it all.