Tonho

Tonho (full name not recorded in the game data; the old site called him Mestre Tonho)

Fisherman of the point; owner of the idle ground across the road; owes 1,900 réis to the store

Age: About twenty-seven by the text (his father died sixteen years ago, when he was eleven); the Tripo prompt asked for middle-aged
Where to find: In the 3D valley, the pier in the morning and afternoon, the bar at dusk and the house by the road at night; in the 2D, on the point, where he hauls the net, and the hut on his land

Who they are

Tonho has been hauling nets on the point since he was eleven. His father taught him to read the tide at nine — “the only inheritance that couldn’t be pawned” — and, when he was eleven, went down alone on a day the boy said looked bad. He laughed and went; he never came back up. That is why his mother sits at the door watching the bend in the road, and that is why he comes up earlier.

He owes one thousand nine hundred réis to the store and knows the number by heart: he wakes up knowing it. The debt isn’t gambling or cachaça, it’s medicine — his mother fell ill last winter, Dona Zefa did what she knew, and what was missing came on credit, and dear. His mother got up, the bill stayed, and he would do it again; she thinks it wasn’t worth it, and the two of them argue about it every week. His ground across the road has lain idle for two years: whoever pays the bill gets it, with papers signed in front of the priest. At home he has a hammock, a barrel and nothing else, which is all that fits a man in debt.

He lost his net one March night crossing the river by canoe: on the far side there was a still light in the woods, chest-high, that was neither a campfire nor a lamp. He rowed back facing it, so as not to take his eyes off it, and never went back for the net. He reads almost nothing, but he knows water — “the river changes smell near that estate.” He is of the Caboclo faith, that of the woods and the old ways, the only one in the village. He won’t accept fish as a gift: “the only thing I still have that’s mine is knowing how to catch my own.”

A day with Tonho

morningPierPiso

afternoonPierPiso

duskBar

nightRoadside house

small hoursRoadside house

Gifts

Likes Manioc flour, Piassava rope and Sawn plank. Dislikes Fish.

Quests

Tonho's debt · 5 steps

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Tonho · 14,576 triangles

Tripo model

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Mesh: 14,576 triangles · Quad / Smart Mesh, target of ~14–15 thousand triangles
Skeleton: Humanoid Auto Rig, 65-bone Mixamo skeleton
Animations: idle, walk, nod, run, wave goodbye, look around, greeting
Voice: Matheus Santos · eleven_v3

What they talk about

Hey. Tonho. I’ve been hauling nets here on the point since I was eleven. That piece of ground across the road is mine, but I haven’t planted anything on it in two years. It’s not laziness, no. It’s that I owe money to the man at the store, and everything I take from the sea goes there.
Tonho

The debt isn’t gambling or cachaça, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s medicine. My mother fell ill last winter. Dona Zefa did what she knew, and what she didn’t have came from the store, on credit, and dear. Mother got up. The bill stayed. I think it was worth it, and I’d do it again.
Tonho

They live together in the house by the road. She makes pirão in the morning; he leaves before. They argue every week about the debt he took on to cure her.

Firmino, a fisherman, went down to the tide alone sixteen years ago, on a day Tonho, at eleven, said looked bad — and didn’t come back. No one says his name in that house.

When Dona Filó fell ill, Zefa did what she knew; what was missing came on credit from the store — the origin of the 1,900-réis debt.

One thousand nine hundred réis in the Venda do Bar’s credit book; the new net pays it off before winter, or the traveler pays and gets his ground.

Keep walking through the village