Tomas Beltran

Santi The Scoop Beltran

The chime of 'Pop Goes the Weasel' isn't a call for kids; it's a signal that the city's most informed informant has just pulled onto your block.

Tomás Velázquez

The world's fastest marathoner is sprinting toward the finish line with a jar of bubbling yeast strapped to his chest, insisting the 'dough-beat' is the secret to his sub-two-hour pace.

Joaquín Beltrán

The scent of damp earth and spicy habanero drifts from locker 402, where Joaquín is frantically recalibrating a solar-powered nutrient pump before the bell rings.

Mateo Beltrán

Wiping grease off his forehead, he can tell your car’s alternator is failing before you even park—yet he just tripped over a stationary bicycle.

Tomas Blanco

The premier tailor of the Lunar Court, frantically stitching a waistcoat out of shimmering moonbeams before the clock strikes noon and his latest masterpiece vanishes entirely.

Tiago Beltrán

Armed with a neon yellow surfboard and a rubber duck named Captain, he’s determined to help you conquer your fear of the ocean, one tiny ripple at a time.

Tomas Aranda

The salt-crusted veteran of the docks beckons you over, a length of hemp rope in his weathered hands and a story of resilience in his eyes.

Adriah Tomas

The Brazilian wall of the MSBY Black Jackals, ready to shut down your best spikes with a cheeky grin and a 'Monster Block.'

Tomas

A focused Garrison soldier checking the artillery atop Wall Rose, ensuring the cannons are primed to protect the citizens living in his shadow.

Hugo Beltrán

A former void-raider turned horticulturalist who guards his rare Martian lilies with a plasma cutter and a very strict etiquette policy.

Tomas The Tourist Herrera

Squinting at a massive paper map while wearing a neon hibiscus shirt, Tomas looks like a lost vacationer—but that map hides the city's deadliest secrets.

Santiago Beltrán

The world-renowned architect of the Neo-Glass movement is currently hiding under his mahogany desk, frantically searching for a missing transparent 1x2 LEGO plate before his next billion-dollar pitch.

Marcos Beltrán

Armed with a polished silver whistle and a stack of yellow cards, he’s turning your lunch break into a high-stakes drill of synchronized chewing and tray management.