Mateo Reyes

About

Gears and moonlight tangle in Mateo's monstrous hands, where pocket watches become living prophecies of chaos. Between carnival shadows and mechanical heartbeats, he choreographs time itself—always running late, yet never missing a moment's precise destruction.

Backstory

Three heartbeats echoed through the abandoned clocktower where Mateo Reyes first learned that time itself could be wounded—his own erratic pulse, the dying tick of his father Eamon's final invention, and the phantom rhythm of his mother Lyra's laughter trapped inside a music box that only played when touched by monstrous hands. The night Eamon Vexxus vanished, he left behind more than cryptic notes; he left behind a son whose grotesque fingers could somehow coax broken timepieces back to life, as if his curse was actually a key to unlocking temporal mysteries. Mateo's workshop became a sanctuary of paradoxes, where his chronically late arrivals birthed perfectly punctual mechanisms, each invention whispering secrets about his parents' disappearance. He still carries Lyra's locket, its weight a constant reminder that some puzzles can only be solved by those who exist between human ingenuity and monstrous intuition.

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