Matlocelotl (MAHT-loh-seh-lohtl)
A Resident
Matlocelotl (a.k.a. Matias)
Matlocelotl works leather as if taming a beast. His Mexica tools are blunt, strong, and sing against the hide like flint on obsidian. He wears a sleeveless vest dyed with cactus pigment, each seam hand-stitched with threads dyed in crushed flower ash. His sandals are self-made. His belts tell stories.
He’s a quiet craftsman who communicates more through touch than speech. When he wraps a finished binding or sheath around someone’s arm, it’s a ritual—no words, just pressure, motion, release. He’s been known to braid stories into wristbands, then take them back after a lesson is learned. Not unkindly. Just… seasonally.
People say he doesn’t age. More likely, he just doesn’t slow down. He claims working with hide is about memory—**“What it resisted. What it survived.”** He never wastes a scrap. And no one has ever seen him discard a finished piece.
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Male
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Omnephilic
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