u/Apollo_Hikari

Nome: Matheus Híaitsiihi

Codename: Joker

Nome Público: --

Nickname: Matt, Matheuszinho (Ana)

Papel: Protagonista Principal do Persona Primal 1

Idade: 15

Altura: 1,60 m

Peso: 66 kg

Aparência: Cabelo preto com um topete baixo e levemente bagunçado, olhos castanho escuro. Magro, mas definido e com poucos músculos.

Roupas: Uniforme da Universidade escrito atrás (Física e Educação Física). Blusa preta da marca Takamaki, bermuda preta e chinelo. Após o quarto Palácio usa uma Jaqueta preta de couro.

Personalidade: Calado por opção, falador entre os Thieves e explosivo. Tem oscilações de humor frequentes.

Defeitos: Oscilação de humor, auto depreciação e impulsividade.

Gostos: Livros, música, jogos, luta e esportes.

Profissão: Estudante do 3 Ano da Faculdade de Física e Educação Física.

Cidade: Tefé - Amazonas

Cônjuge: Ana Leticia/Ann Takamaki

Rival: Pai

Objetivo Principal: Descobrir porque foi escolhido por Igor.

Objetivo Secundário: Acabar com a corrupção do Brasil.

Conflitos Internos: Família tóxica que invalida ele, pai abusivo e mãe distante.

Conflitos Externos: Bullying e Isolamento.

Traumas: Abusos passados.

Velvet Room: Trickster.

Shadow: --

Persona: Zé Pilintra

Previous Persona: --

Armas: Navalha, Pistola e Lux Æterna.

Arcana: Fool

Affinity: Curse

Melhores Amigos: Ana Leticia/Ann Takamaki

Pais: Severo Dias e Elsa Guedes

Filhos: --

Chefes: Igor, Hilde e Alberto (Velvet Room)

They walked side by side along the narrow trail that was starting to show signs of people: a scrap of plastic caught on a branch, an old PET bottle half-buried in the dirt, the distant sound of a boat engine.

Matheus, with that way of his of never taking anything completely seriously, reached out and took her hand without warning. His fingers were rough, calloused from bowstring and paddle.

“There’s a town nearby,” he said, voice low, almost teasing. “Santa Isabel do Rio Negro. We can get there before dark.”

Anna pulled her shoulder back a little, but she didn’t let go of his hand. Her face hardened.

“A town…” she murmured. “The others are there... the iron ones.”

She didn’t say the full name. To most people of the forest, the Technological Karawaras were still campfire talk and shaman warnings, taboo. An urban legend that walked at night and respected neither patuá nor ancient talisman.

Matheus noticed the fear and didn’t laugh. He only tightened his fingers around hers a little more.

“I’ll buy you a tacacá.”

Anna turned her head so fast her hair hit her shoulder.

“Tacacá?”

“Tacacá,” he confirmed, already smiling sideways. “Nice and hot. With dried shrimp if they have it.”

She was silent for two seconds. Then she let out a breath through her nose, almost giving in.

“…I love tacacá.”

When they entered Santa Isabel, the sun was already lower. The town wasn’t big, but it had movement: people by the river, a motorcycle passing slowly, the smell of food and gasoline mixed with wet earth.

People looked.

It wasn’t a hostile look. It was the look of recognition. A Karawara Warrior still carried weight in town. Among the “whites,” most respected them, some with fear, others with a kind of quiet admiration. Only the men tied to the Barons turned their faces away or spat on the ground when they thought no one was watching.

Anna felt the eyes on her and kept her back straight, the talisman visible on her chest. Matheus, beside her, seemed used to it. Even so, he didn’t let go of her hand.

“Come on,” he said. “Before the tacacá runs out.”

And the two of them walked on into the town, under the city’s gaze.

The wind on the banks of the Rio Negro seemed to have come to a standstill. The tension between the two warriors was as dense as the mist rising from the water.

Anna steadied her feet on the damp mud and pulled the bowstring back with force, but the weight of her hesitation made her a fraction slower.

The jaguar showed no mercy. With an explosive leap that practically tore through the air, the beast lunged forward and struck Anna's chest with a violent double swipe, driving her back two steps and kicking up dust.

Before the animal could pin her to the ground, the talisman on Anna’s chest glowed a deep golden hue.

Mani sprang into action. The spirit-girl floated in front of her master, and this time, the sting of Anna’s pain fueled her power: Mani fired a beam of pure light, much denser and swifter than before, hitting the beast square in the chest. The jaguar roared at the searing light and winced back, shaking its head, visibly weakened.

Noticing the damage to his Beast, Matheus kept his cool. With his free hand, he reached into his pouch and pulled out a fruit, its shape and yellow skin revealing it to be a guava picked along the trail.

Holding the fruit in one hand, the talisman on his chest resonated. Ubirajara raised his spear and channeled a mystic healing magic, wrapping the jaguar in a leaf-green radiance that closed the animal's wounds instantly.

Right after, Matheus took a large bite of the guava, chewing quickly to restore his stamina and the spiritual energy Ubirajara had just spent on the spell.

The opening Matheus took to heal his Spirit was the exact window of time Anna needed.

Regaining her balance, the warrior pulled three arrows from her quiver at once, nocking them to the string with surgical precision. With a true release, the three tips cut through the air and struck Matheus squarely in his left arm. The impact forced the warrior back a step with a grunt of pain, blood smearing the paint on his arm.

The battle raged on at a frantic pace. Arrows sliced through the foliage, beams of light clashed against Ubirajara’s aura, and the jaguar’s charges forced Anna to constantly dodge through the mud. Fatigue began to weigh heavily on Anna’s shoulders, her lungs burned.

Taking advantage of Anna's lowered guard after firing another arrow, Matheus closed the distance beneath her bow's arc. With a swift sweep of his leg, he took her feet right out from under her.

Anna lost her footing, but before her back hit the hard ground, Matheus’ strong arms caught her mid-air, holding her securely against his chest in a perfect restraint.

Their breathing was ragged, Matheus’ face just inches from hers.

"My name is Matheus Híaitsiihi, by the way. What's yours?"

Anna’s eyes widened, startled by the sudden closeness and his touch. At that exact moment, a strange cold sensation rushed through her chest: the golden energy from her talisman began to drain in subtle wisps of light, absorbed directly into the talisman on his chest.

Mani’s power vanished. She had no strength left to fight. She had lost the battle.

"It's Anna... Anna Yanomami..." she said, her voice almost cracking.

In a flash of embarrassment and pride, she used what little strength remained in her arms to shove him away.

The two separated. Matheus took two steps back, his calm and lopsided smile intact. He walked slowly toward the shadow of the tall rainforest.

As his silhouette began to fade into the leaves, he paused for a second and looked back over his shoulder.

"It's going to get dark. Aren't you coming?"

The sun had barely risen above the canopy when Anna Yanomami knelt before the chief.

He was a man of few words. Held out the dark wooden bow with both hands, along with a small bundle of sharp-tipped arrows. Then he took a thick cord from a fiber pouch, from it hung a talisman of seed. The object still carried the warmth from the past.

“Kunhãporang,” he said simply. “Go, and do not return until you have learned what the forest has to teach.”

Anna received the weapons and the talisman in silence. She tied the cord around her chest, feeling its light weight against her skin. Around them, the tribe watched. No one applauded, only the wind moved through the leaves. She turned and walked into the forest.

For a long time there was only the sound of her own footsteps and the distant rush of water. Then a dry snap cut through the air. Anna stopped. She crouched instinctively, knees in the damp earth, bow already in hand. Her heart beat hard enough for her to feel it in her neck.

Between the bushes, a peccary sniffed at the ground. Alone and unaware.

She could have shot it, but her hand went first to the cord on her chest. Her fingers touched the talisman.

The light that was born was not strong. It was a brief, golden, unstable flare, like sunlight reflected on muddy water. Mani appeared in front of her, still small and weak, her body made of soft glow. The spirit-girl raised her hand and fired a thin ray of light that struck the animal cleanly. The peccary staggered and fell.

Anna stared at her own creation. Mani tilted her head, as if she too were still learning her power, then dissolved into golden particles that returned to the talisman.

“We are still weak,” Anna murmured, more to herself than to the spirit. She walked on.

The day advanced until the constant sound of the Rio Negro began to grow. When the vegetation opened, the wide, dark water stretched out before her. It was there that she heard the footsteps. They were not an animal’s.

Anna raised the bow before she even saw the man. He stood on the other side of a narrow clearing, still, looking at her. The paintings on his face and chest were different from anything she knew, lines that did not belong to her tribe. He carried no bow. Only a patuá in his left hand, he pressed it.

Then the forest beside him moved.

A jaguar stepped out slowly, muscular and silent, and stopped at the warrior’s side as if it had always belonged there. The animal’s eyes shone with too much intelligence to be only a beast.

Anna felt the weight of the talisman on her chest. She touched it. Mani formed again, trembling, but standing between her and the stranger.

The man did not step back. With his free hand he touched his own chest, where a different talisman rested, and the air around him seemed to heat up. A tall figure carrying a spear that looked made of bone and wood, materialized at his side. Ubirajara.

The two spirits faced each other. The two humans did the same, no one fired.

The wind passed between them, carrying the smell of the river and wet earth. Anna kept the arrow ready. The warrior kept his hand on the jaguar’s patuá.

For the first time since leaving the tribe, she did not know whether she stood before an ally or an obstacle. The forest, all around them, simply watched.

Lista de Karawara

Espíritos

Tupã

Iara

Boto

Boitatá

Ubirajara

Iracema

Jaci

Naiá

Caboré

Yoasi

Omama

Mapinguari

Matinta

Caipora

Saci

Orgânicos

Onça

Jararaca

Harpia

Aranha Caranguejeira

Jacaré

Piranha

Pirarucu

Porco do Mato

Jaguatirica

Lobo Guará

Gavião

Boto

Touro

Vaca

Sucuri

Tecnológicos (Metalmorphosis)

Cyborg Jaguar

Cyborg Falcon

Cyborg Sucuri

Cyborg Pirarucu

Armored Crocodile

Armored Jararaca

Radar Harpy

Alloy Dolphin

Alloy Caranguejeira

Drone Falcon

Drone Harpy

Mechanical Ox

Mechanical Cow

Mechanical Guará

Thunderous Tupã

Here's the tracklist of the heavy metal álbum I'm developing for Ann. Can you imagine how it will sound?

1. Dreaming of Reality

2. Can't Let Go of You

3. Primal Instinct

4. Looking for You in the Stars

5. When We'll Be Together?

6. Cosmic Way

7. Fateful Decision

8. I'll Miss You

9. Nebulous

10. Quasar Light

11. Shattering Fiction

12. Beyond the Singularity

Here's the tracklist of the heavy metal álbum I'm developing for Ann. Can you imagine how it will sound?

1. Dreaming of Reality

2. Can't Let Go of You

3. Primal Instinct

4. Looking for You in the Stars

5. When We'll Be Together?

6. Cosmic Way

7. Fateful Decision

8. I'll Miss You

9. Nebulous

10. Quasar Light

11. Shattering Fiction

12. Beyond the Singularity