Resident sexpot and pretty face of the group, El Sexo, sometimes called the Iron Titan, is a bit of a beanpole standing a full 6'8" tall. A figurative mountain of muscle, he draws crowds from all over, mostly wanting him to either lift heavy things, wear less clothes or most often, both. Not above a little showboating and attention getting flexing for the right reasons more often than not those who are drawn in by his flagrant displays of virility are chased off by the rest of the Miscreants ill mannered amusement at their expense.
Nearly completely unable to say no in a social setting El Sexo tends to depend on the rest of the Miscreants to help in "politely" dissuading those who are unable to take his demure declinations. Needless to say, what might be a polite discussion explaining El Sexo's ambivalence quickly becomes a rude, rowdy and often borderline offensive experience. In addition to photobombing impromptu selfies with the least possible flattering content, vandalizing autograph books, and even encouraging stalkers to engage in hilariously self deprecating behaviors, the Miscreants occasionally engage in a little baiting of their own. The group has entertained themselves by posting personal ads on El Sexo's behalf, or encouraging event wide bounties for those attracted to get his number, even going so far as offering him into a meat market for a night. Speaking of which, if you'd like to book him for an evening of heavy lifting and moderate exertion, please, feel free to use our contact page.
At the same time, El Sexo has quickly become one of the group and is frequently at or near the heart of the mayhem, having been lit on fire more than once, volunteering for the Cardinal's experiments, having flaming 2x4's broken over his back and ass, and even being a centerpiece for one of the more epic riding crop duels seen west of the Mississippi.