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Birth Name: Tristan Nathaniel Mendoza Salazar
Nickname: Tantan & Natnat
Date of Birth: Novermber 27, 1992
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Public School Administrative Officer
Residence: La Loma, Quezon City
Education: Masters of Public Administration (Polytechnic University of the Philippines, Mabini Campus)

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, no lean
Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic
MBTI: ENFJ-T, The Protagonist
Likes: Adventures, good food, organizing papers, family, vacation, and watches
Dislikes: Injections, gossips, bad hair day, no sense of urgency, apoliticals, and spiders

If you ask most people about their least favourite thing about having a job, the answer would be probably about doing endless paperwork. If you tell the same people that someone out there actually loved doing clerical works, they will laugh at your face.

However, Tristan Nathaniel, a young administrative officer in his early thirties, really seemed to be content on filing, encoding, signing, and organizing mountains of files in his desk—much to his supervisors’ delight, and a normal employee’s horror.

But no one will admit the collective relief of the department that someone out there is really reliable when it comes to documents that needed to be submitted three weeks before the deadline.

That’s how efficient he actually is.

After his shift, Tristan will be very busy helping their family business—Boyet and Seling’s Lechoneria, their family lechon shop since the 1960s and still thriving as we speak.

His parents insisted that Tristan should rest after his office hours but their unico hijo simply hated being idle. The handsome lad will happily assist their employees in every way possible—serving customers, preparing the lechon, help the head chef, and clean the table once their patron leaves with a happy tummy.

Since he hated sitting still, Tristan obviously developed hobbies that always make his parents do Sign of the Cross whenever their son left home with his bag that seemed to pack his entire room. The employees of the lechoneria playfully concluded that Tatay Boyet developed hypertension due to his son’s pastime activities.

Hiking. Free diving. Sometimes scuba diving if he wanted to see the reefs. Aimless road-trip with his goddamn motorcycle. Surfing. Anything that might lead him to severe concussion.

Nevertheless, the reliable administrative staff seemed to be happy with his simple life. It is very obvious that Tristan lives comfortably with a little twist of adventure.