Wriothesley.

Wriothesley uses the tall male model. He has a black coat with black fur, silver cuffs on his belt, grey trousers with a small button on each side and a silver rhombus on it, long black boots, he wears a crimson grey-brown jacket in the front with rhombus-shaped buttons that have a darker colour in the middle and the sleeves of the jacket are rolled up with two buttons of the same rhombus shape, only now the button is gold and the middle one is painted red. He has black bandages on his hands that don't reach his fingers, all of his fingers have silver rings on them and he wears a silver wolf-shaped brooch on his left hand. He has a scar under his eye and he also has a scar on his neck with a black bandage on it. His hair is black with grey streaks and his eyes are light blue.

Wriothesley is the Duke of Fort Meropide, serving as the prison's administrator and overseeing the overall condition of the facility. Despite his appearance, Wriothesley is quite calm and collected, unconcerned by the prison's infamous reputation, seeing himself merely as a kind of "leader" who supervises the population and ensures they have the "peace" they desire. Wriothesley holds no grudge against Neuvillette and is willing to cooperate with him to maintain law and order within the prison. He is highly respected both inside and outside the prison, having been one of the few individuals granted a title by Mermonia Palace, a rare and prestigious honor in Fontanese society.

Outside of his duties, he likes to drink tea.

One thing that comes as a relief to the Prosecutor's Office is that most of the citizens of Fontaine Court are law-abiding, so they hardly have to deal with anything related to Fort Meropide. But there is also a logical and sad fact at the same time: that those who serve their sentences there find it difficult to reintegrate into the society on the surface - also called "Aguarriba" in the jargon of the prisoners - and rarely talk about their experience in Aguabajo.

More than a specific place, Fort Merópide is a kind of concept that is very present in the discourse of the people of Fontaine as a symbol of warning, misfortune or punishment, and it is not important to know who governs the place from which this concept comes.

However, thanks to this, Wriothesley can be like a hermit living in Fontaine a life that is not at all in keeping with his status as a duke.

While people are saying things like, “If you give me trouble again, I’ll punch you to Fort Meropide” or “This is a horrible thing to do. I’d rather be tightening screws at the bottom of the sea,” the warden of this submarine fort is on his way to a café to order some sweets to go.

Wriothesley rarely leaves Fort Meropide. Having personally built up a whole network of contacts and information, he simply sits in his office and waits for the information he needs to come to him. However, if there's one thing he understands, it's that he can't spend all day in his office working flat out. Otherwise, he'd either never sleep, or sooner or later he'd sink into an eternal underwater slumber.

To govern the Fort more easily, he needs to think about the two most important things: money and people.

Fortunately, Fort Meropide functions like a giant factory, and Wriothesley is quite adept at making money, so much so that even Mermonia Palace is a client. In reality, he doesn't give this client special treatment because he craves more power, since the Fontaine authorities can't interfere in Fort Meropide's affairs; he simply wants the Mora, and the more the better. Therefore, even though the Administrative Office is incredibly strict with bureaucratic work, Wriothesley has always fulfilled every request.

The massive demand for argium as a research material by the Fontaine Institute for Scientific Research and Engineering of Kinetic Energy could have rivaled the Mermonia Palace, but the Institute was ruled out as a partner after it became mere floating ruins. It remains to be seen whether fate will bring them together again in the future.

The most common mistake wealthy people make is overestimating the power of money and believing themselves superior to others. Another fortunate fact for Wriothesley is that he wasn't born rich, so he understands the importance of being kind to others.

Whether they are an inmate, a warden, or an employee, as long as they do their duty, he treats all people at Fort Meropide the same and is rarely harsh with them.

On the other hand, if someone dares to meddle in a matter that goes beyond their responsibilities, then that's a different story. Aguabajo is a relatively isolated place, and since most people have nowhere else to go, they have no choice but to stay there. Wriothesley appeals to people's common sense, but if words don't work, then he has to take other measures.

In fact, sometimes it's even better to ignore the inevitable arguments and trivialities that often arise between people. Intelligent people know it's never a good idea to make a scene, and for foolish people, there's always somewhere else to go. In the end, people are like water: they purify themselves.

To date, Wriothesley has never worked himself to exhaustion and, in fact, even manages to carve out free time.

Once, Clorinde, the executioner of justice famous throughout Fontaine, visited the Fort and asked him: “Why do I have the feeling that you have even more free time than I do? Did you buy your title of duke or what?”

“Just a moment, please,” said Wriothesley when he saw they were questioning him. Then he started rummaging through three drawers, pulled out some incredibly thick documents, and replied, “Let’s see… 'For your excellent management skills… and your impeccable tax payment record… we hereby award you this title'… Well, well, who would have thought? You might even be right!”

In Fontaine, where impartiality and selflessness reign supreme, no title can be bought with money. Wriothesley and Clorinde were merely teasing each other during that conversation they had during a break from their tedious work. However, although he did not buy the title of "duke", the fact that Wriothesley was appointed warden of Fort Meropide did have to do with "money".

The currency used at the Fort is Credit Vouchers, which are used for transactions. Things have been this way for a long time; there are just many versions explaining their origin. When Wriothesley was still an inmate at the Fort, Vouchers could be exchanged more freely and bought with more than they can now. As long as you had enough, you could buy harmful drugs, guaranteed betting predictions, indecisive people, and even the right to breathe.

All of these were illegal transactions, but even the legal ones weren't without their share of scandals: if you didn't have connections, you could only buy water and food in the mess hall at exorbitant prices, and what was written on the slips of paper wasn't mystical proverbs, but real, extra jobs that had to be completed that same day. More than money, the credit coupons of that time were the tool the former warden used to control the inmates.

Of course, making rule-breakers fight amongst themselves in the chaos seemed like a good method of control, but Wriothesley disagreed. He could fight to survive as long as the environment was favorable, but if it ceased to be so, he wouldn't stand idly by.

He spent a long time raising money in the underground boxing arena, money he later used to buy more cash. He was good at observing and persuading others, as well as keeping a low profile, so before many people realized it, he had more credit coupons than they did.

Thanks to the wealth he had accumulated, he forged an excellent reputation among the other inmates, but the inevitable also happened. Overnight, the former warden of Fort Meropide found his account empty.

However, as previously mentioned, Wriothesley is very good at persuading others. Using his provocative way of speaking, if he could make everyone realize that, as long as that warden was in power, anyone, rich or poor, could suffer the same misfortune, eventually someone would speak up for him. Then, he would wait for the appropriate moment to act honestly, and the others would join him in filling the void they felt.

So he challenged the former warden of Fort Meropide to a duel in the name of equality, justice, and order. Such a duel should not have been legal, given that they were inmates in a prison, but none of those present, whether other prisoners or the guards, objected.

It was incredibly lucky that the warden fled at the last minute, saving Wriothesley once again. The only downside was that it was the last day of his sentence, and since there was no warden, no one could arrange his release from the Fort.

And so, he entered the office located in the center of Fort Meropide and took over all the work.

Once he had been authorized to read some files, Wriothesley glanced at his own. There wasn't much information in it, but it was all the Fontaine authorities had found. His foster family's purchase record only stated that he was an abandoned child who had been adopted, but there was no other relevant information. As she skimmed through the documents, she saw some names that seemed familiar and vaguely recalled some faces that faded away as she turned the pages. If she wanted, she could mobilize her contacts to investigate the whereabouts of those people, but she dismissed the idea immediately.

For them, Wriothesley represented a time in their lives they didn't want to remember, and for him, those names were of people who were no longer part of his life, since now he had a new identity, a new home, and new friends.

This was something new for him, as he knew many people, but very few could be considered true friends. Among his acquaintances were also many non-humans, like the Melusines, who loved interacting with people. If one only looked at them, one wouldn't know the true age of these little beings, who were as kind to humans and as innocent as old women, and who believed that people, at such a young age, were good by nature and deserved all possible care for their future full of possibilities. Wriothesley had received care from the Melusines several times. When he was a homeless wanderer, a Melusine saw him and brought him some hot soup; or when he needed to investigate some confidential matters, the agents of the Ghostly Gendarmerie provided him with assistance within legal limits. That's why he tacitly allowed the Melusines to visit Fort Meropide. Although it might cause some unnecessary inconvenience, the head nurse always warned them of what they needed to know.

As he watched the red stain spread across the ground, Wriothesley had a most inappropriate idea: how many Melusine agents would it take to investigate all the traces of blood at this site? Following the thread of his thoughts, he jumped to something else: and to think that those who had deceived him had blood so similar to his that both could merge without any problem... It made him nauseous just thinking about it.

However, he could no longer vomit; in fact, he couldn't move a single finger. As his consciousness faded and his body temperature dropped, only a thick fog remained in his mind. He realized that there was nothing in his life worth remembering.

But if he hadn't died, it was because the gods wanted him to live, burdened by his guilt. When he woke up on a hospital bed, he saw that both his hands were handcuffed to the bed rail. Then, a well-dressed woman looked at him nervously. She was sitting in a chair some distance away, perhaps because she thought he was a young, delinquent, and antisocial individual.

The woman took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote: “What is your name?” Upon reading it, Wriothesley remained silent for a while. Finally, he remembered an obituary he had read in a newspaper, which mentioned a person with a long and complicated name who had lived a pleasant and long life. He didn't particularly like that name, but what he didn't want was to continue using the one his adoptive parents had given him.

The woman bent her head to write "Wriothesley" and left after informing him of the day he had to appear in court; the day he could finally get off that sickbed.

Wriothesley was overjoyed that the trial went well. Guilt had stained his hands blood and taken root in his heart, driving him to crave nothing but a fair verdict. He recounted the entire murder process, even going into some detail, leaving no room for argument about his case. And yet, they argued. At first, in a futile attempt to find patterns of behavior, they discussed similar cases involving orphans. Then they pleaded for mercy for him, arguing that the person he had avenged was evil and that he shouldn't have to bear the blame.

However, all that backstory didn't affect the verdict. When it was over, Wriothesley was sent to serve his sentence at the bottom of the sea. Before he left, the court officer in charge of writing the verdict asked him to double-check his personal details.

“Your name is… Wriothesley, is that right? What is your date of birth?”

"... Today".

Wriothesley's mechanical gloves have undergone numerous modifications. To understand his origins, we have to go back to when he ran away from his foster home. Due to his age and build, he wasn't capable of taking down any adult on his own back then, so he spent his time wandering the streets, taking odd jobs, learning from others, and researching how to unlock and create small mechanisms. Once he was as prepared as possible, he would return to that cursed place and reduce it to rubble.

He created a mechanism that attached to his wrist and fired steel nails that could penetrate any sufficiently soft surface. The problem was that it could only be used a limited number of times, and after a fight, the mechanism was as broken as Wriothesley himself. Except the former was beyond saving.

He took to participating in illegal boxing matches that had neither a venue nor established rules. To win, and specifically to make money, he needed to constantly modify the functions of his gloves, since the same trick wouldn't work a second time against a different opponent. Furthermore, even if the gloves didn't end up as scrap metal in the fight, someone else could steal or destroy them. In fact, on numerous occasions, he had to start from scratch.

Once he had access to better materials, the process accelerated. He no longer needed alchemical potions to operate his mechanisms, and he even began to receive assistance from some assistants at the Fontaine Institute of Science, who discussed mechanics with him and constantly complained about the accident that had occurred at the Institute. He found all of this very curious. Although technological advances had led to an increase in crime, they were still helpful in handling all sorts of matters, so it was difficult to say whether things had gotten better or worse.

By then he had stopped boxing so much and only used his gloves to solve difficult problems. Instead of a tool for taking life, they had become objects of praise and respect.

No one but himself knew what crime he had committed, and despite his reputation and honor, he was still the same old Wriothesley.

She was neither a good person nor a bad one, just someone who wanted to live.

However, ancient authors say that everything has its rise and fall, since nothing is eternal.” To rid himself of the Fatui spies, Wriothesley swam around Fort Meropide. Although he wasn't in the water for long, he noticed his skin was slightly reddened when he got out, but it soon returned to normal. He didn't go to the infirmary to be examined, nor did he intend to tell anyone. Everything that had happened in recent years was proof that the prophecy was being fulfilled step by step, and everyone, whether they believed in it or not, had their own opinion and didn't need that information.

At Fort Meropide, he knew a few historian prisoners, and although they weren't many, they talked nonsense even when they were lucid. They asked the Duke not to take it too seriously, as it was a problem that afflicted all researchers in that discipline. Obviously, Wriothesley didn't care how they expressed themselves, as what interested him were their hypotheses. According to some, if rise and fall are inherent to this world, then the sea that swallowed Remuria would also one day return. If so, the prophecy would cease to be a prophecy and become a reality.

As with many other things, Wriothesley had to see something to truly believe it. For example, when mediation was required at Fort Meropis, the testimonies of those who had witnessed the scene were always different, which is why he always reserved his opinion on past events, and that of course included historical facts, which were often exaggerated to seem more epic. For instance, in the phrase "Even the great dragon of the abyssal depths submitted to his power" from the book "The Fall of Remuria," that "dragon" could simply have been a gigantic Dragarto.

If all those rhetorical devices were removed, the rest were indeed things that had to be taken into account.

Throughout his life, Wriothesley has always prepared for things that haven't necessarily happened, as he dislikes succumbing to panic. Setting aside these personal fears, what remains is a sense of danger. And to cope with this danger, he always has to make certain preparations, even if they ultimately prove futile.

In the grand vision of history, people and seashells shattered by ocean waves are one and the same. And so, he began to build the Vengerai, a ship into which he poured vast resources and manpower without much hope of ever using it. He constructed the ship in case a great disaster should one day occur, even though who knows how long ago the golden Fortuna had brought civilization and prosperity to Fontaine.

Regardless of what ended up happening, if he managed to make the Vengerai work, at least the fights between Jurieu and Lourvine would have served some purpose.

“As the ancient authors said, everything has its rise and fall, since nothing is eternal.”

Wriothesley stood before the registration counter at Fort Meropide, his hands in his pockets. He had to show the clerk the paper that bore his name and his sentence. But along with the paper, he also pulled out a crystal sphere as big as the palm of his hand.

No... That wasn't just a simple crystal sphere. Wriothesley blinked and wondered where that object could have come from.

The clerk behind the counter took a small breath. She was a very serious woman with a slightly wrinkled face. For a moment, she couldn't hide her surprise. Gripping a quill pen tightly, her lips parted as if to say something, but then closed again.

Wriothesley figured she must have a lot of experience living in that place. He gripped his Vision tightly in the palm of his hand and said softly, “Excuse me, madam…” She, who already looked quite old, didn’t reply. She simply took the paper from Wriothesley’s hand and coldly observed what was behind him, as if to check if there were any more inmates whose registration she needed to process. After recording the necessary information, she wrote in the margin of the paper: “Hide.”

At that moment, Wriothesley realized that his days there were going to be even harder than on the street.

He was lucky that someone blocked the view from the others so they couldn't see what had happened, and he was also very lucky that the clerk was willing to help him. The pity was that he never saw her again after that, although it wasn't surprising, since in those days the employees of Fort Meropide came and went.

The first thing he did when he was officially an inmate was to unravel some threads and turn them into fine wires, which he tied inside his clothes.

I had considerable experience as a homeless person and knew very well that the difficult part wasn't acquiring things, but keeping them. People need to sleep, so there's always a moment when their guard is down. Valuable items acquired during the day could be taken while I slept without it being considered theft.

His Vision was unlike anything else and would surely arouse the interest of others, because those who possessed Visions always attracted the attention of evildoers.

In the following days, his suspicions were confirmed, as he learned that at least two or three Visions had been stolen. There were all sorts of versions about what happened next and whose Visions they were, but Wriothesley cared very little about that.

He still felt very fortunate, but he also didn't quite like the idea of ​​being safe at the expense of other people's misfortune.

Even so, he pretended for a long time that he had not been favored by the gods, which was not very difficult because his whole life had been like that.

Time passed, and he was now twice the age he had been when he entered the Fort. Then, he received an invitation from Mermonia Palace.

According to conventional protocol, people who were awarded an honorary title had to attend a decoration ceremony, and the ceremonies in which the title of duke or similar was given were the most extravagant.

Wriothesley politely declined the invitation, explaining that "his work was a bit unusual," and simply signed a certificate. He disliked crowds and was content with what he had, a trait quite unlike that of the people of Fontaine.

After many working days with many exchanges of letters, the Mermonia Palace finally accepted.

Before leaving the Fort, he lifted his Vision, something he hadn't done in a long time, felt it for a bit, and realized it was lighter than he remembered and smaller than the palm of his hand. He found a good spot in his clothing and hung it up.

The first person to comment on his departure from Aguabajo was the chief justice, who had bestowed upon him the title of duke. Neuvillette smiled politely. He seemed much happier than Wriothesley himself, to whom he said, “Congratulations. You have finally discovered what you want to do.”

Wriothesley smiled in response and added nothing further.

After Elynas's death, her body attracted the attention of the Narcissus Cross Institute and the Order of the Abyss. Around 400 years ago, many people, a "spirit of the primordial waters," and metallic animals, including Jakob Ingold, entered the body several times to collect her blood. Later, Jakob fought them inside Elynas's body. The impact of the explosion ripped through the body, and the Melusines were born from those wounds and the torn flesh.

The spirit of Elynas considered the Melusines her own daughters, teaching them to establish a home, Seafoam Village, and allowing them to grow and live happily among her remains. As time passed, the Melusines stopped hearing Elynas's voice, and at the start of the game's events, only Maime could still hear her.

The Melusines lived inside Elynas's body until they met Neuvillette, who brought them outside to the rest of Fontaine, where they would coexist with humans.

Many Melusines are part of the Phantom Gendarmerie due to their powerful eyesight and heightened perception of ordinary humans. The Melusine that appears in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is bipedal, short in stature, tawny in appearance, with small wing-like appendages on its back and a long, plumed tail. Another similar Melusine appears aboard a ship.

The Halo cumston edition featured a multitude of Melusines, each with her own unique combination of skin color, hairstyle, and attire. The variety of Melusines' outfits suggests a variety of jobs or roles they perform in Fontaine.

The head nurse of Fort Meropide. As a Melusine, she uses her unique perspective to observe and care for those around her. Sigewinne is extremely kind and always willing to help others. When the Melusines first explored Fontaine, the locals treated them as monsters, but she managed to befriend a young girl and learned medical skills from a doctor willing to teach her. Sigewinne's determination to help others culminated when her human friend fell ill, but her parents rejected her because of her Melusine heritage. Not wanting to let her friend die, she willingly relinquished her Melusine nature to become more human with a special potion. After being sentenced to Fort Meropide for violating an ancient law, she chose to remain after her sentence was lifted to help its inhabitants, which made her universally beloved.

Unlike other Melusines, Sigewinne has a more complex understanding of humanity because she grasps the concept of death, from which the Melusines are exempt. She also understands that some illnesses are incurable, but she still does everything she can to care for her patients.

As a Melusine, Sigewinne has naturally developed hearing and eyesight, allowing her to discern features that others might miss. Her interpretation of food is also unique: Wolsey and Wriothesley consider her food "unique" despite her insistence that it's healthy. Sigewinne is a Melusine, sharing a similar body type to her sisters, though she has a unique, human-like build and hands. In comparison, her pink eyes, tall blue ears with frosted tips, and curly tail are much more reminiscent of a typical Melusine seen in Fontaine. Her hair is pastel blue that fades to purple with white highlights.

Fontaine is noted for its immersion in the development of technology, as mentioned at multiple points in the story, such as the Mikage Forge, designed by Fontaine engineers, including Xavier; and in limited events, such as in La Chámpiñons, where the Orb of Wisdom is a piece of equipment designed locally in Fontaine to suppress specific behaviors in organisms.

Minor events that have highlighted Fontaine's technological prowess include Mechanical Fabrication, which features inventions capable of making toys and furniture, and Perpetual Motion Puzzle Mecanopuzzle, which features mechanical gear systems.

There is a special energy system in Fontaine; however, it is said to be on the verge of collapse, which has led many people to seek alternative sources. Furthermore, Santon states that the air in Fontaine is "practically toxic" and that there is a much weaker connection with nature there, though he doesn't necessarily mean the entire region.

According to Vasco, you can get a diving certificate in Fontaine, and diving is an important profession in the nation.

Liben described the locals of Fontaine as believing that some kind of "judgment" was "coming soon," possibly referring to the prophecy described in the Archon Missions about the nation being destroyed by rising sea levels to absolve its people of their "sin."

The Fontaine Institute of Science is located in Fontaine, although its original main buildings were destroyed in an experiment conducted by Edwin Eastinghouse.

Other races also reside in Fontaine, such as the Melusines and, in times past, the Oceanids.

Abyss, also known as the world of emptiness, is a term that refers to three interconnected concepts:

Like the Void World, it is one of the three realms of the world of Teyvat, along with the Human World and the Realm of Light. While the Human World and the Realm of Light are capable of adapting to each other, the Void World is devastating to both.[1][2] A mysterious realm of infinite darkness located both beyond and below Teyvat,[3][4] described as a world completely different from Teyvat.[5] Creatures endemic to the Abyss, such as the Rift Wolves. The power of the Abyss is diametrically opposed to that of the world of light and can contaminate entities of the human realm that are under Celestia's dominion. The currents of darkness from the void world are analogous to the ley lines of the Human Realm and the elemental currents of the light realm. Its darkness is extremely harmful to elemental beings such as Dragartos and elemental dragons, although they are able to repel it by drawing on the power of the light realm.[2]

It is said that the darkness of the Abyss is the only kind of power capable of tainting Rex Lapis's power with blackness.[1] Venti, another Archon, was poisoned by Durin's Abyss blood when his attempt to connect with Dvalin was interrupted by the Traveler; only by visiting the Symbol of the Heroine of Mondstadt in Windrake was Venti able to expel the abyssal poison from his body.[6] The remainder of Durin's blood was spilled on Dragonthorn, where it crystallized into scarlet agate, a substance capable of reviving the Everchill Tree, which had died thousands of years ago after the Pillar of Heavenly Chill fell from Celestia. Previous attempts to revive the tree had failed, indicating that Durin's blood possessed special properties.

Prolonged exposure to the Abyss can drastically change a person's personality or corrupt their entire being.[5] Humans exposed to the Abyss's power will begin to slowly decompose over time; even with treatment, large amounts of the Abyss's power will result in death. The Traveler has the ability to purify the Abyss's energy to some extent.

The Abyss seems drawn to those with great ambition, such as Rhinedottir and Tartaglia. Those with personal ties to the Abyss are known to acquire an uncanny ability to sow havoc and conflict. Tsumi believes the Order of the Abyss finds the power of the void world addictive.[2]

The Abyss appears to have a mind of its own to the point that it could be considered an entity; Kitsune Saiguu refers to it as such,[7] and during the cataclysm and the events of the Natlan Archon Quests, the Abyss adapted its events to each of the six tribes and increased the frequency of its attacks as Mavuika's plan progressed.[8] The inhabitants of the Abyss appear to use a language based on Enochian, according to the texts that can be seen above the heads of Abyss Mages when they speak to the Hilichurls and in its description in the Adventurer's Handbook. The monsters of the Abyss also have the ability to manipulate elemental energy without the use of Visions.

Time in the Abyss passes differently than it does in Teyvat; Tartaglia spent three months there, but returned to a Teyvat that had only seen three days pass since his disappearance.[4] By the time Takamine finally emerged from the Abyss, a considerable amount of time had passed in Teyvat and Asase Hibiki was no longer "young".[9] It is unclear whether this disparity in the timescale is consistent or if it can change depending on certain factors.

The Order of the Abyss appears to be composed largely of non-human beings from the Abyss who seek to ruin Teyvat for unknown reasons. For equally unknown reasons, the Traveler's Brother/Sister has also become the leader of the Order of the Abyss. They usually recruit hilichurls to do their work.

The Archons are divine beings who safeguard the human world with great control over elemental energy and whose lives are far longer than those of mortals; it is even speculated that they are directly eternal, though they can perish in battle. Most of the gods of Teyvat are indebted to Celestia, although several gods have shown reluctance or even resentment towards the celestial citadel.

Before the Archon War, many gods roamed the continent of Teyvat. For unknown reasons, seven divine seats opened in Celestia, plunging the continent into a prolonged series of conflicts that ended 2000 years ago. During the war, most of the gods were killed or sealed away until only seven victors remained; each became the Archon of their respective element and went on to govern one of the seven nations, using their powers to transform their terrain and rule the land according to their ideals.

Neuvillette uses the tall male model. He has white skin, dark blue, slanted eyes, and waist-length white hair. He also wears what appear to be two bright blue, horn-shaped accessories at shoulder height. He wears a formal blue suit with various shades of blue ranging from light to dark. Neuvillette is the Chief Judge of Fontaine and the leader of the Ghostly Gendarmerie. Although Neuvillette respects the rules of the court with the utmost reverence and often reins in Furina's eccentricity, he is quite detached when it comes to human emotions and often withdraws from public view. In keeping with his role as Chief Judge, Neuvillette takes the court and trials very seriously and is unbiased when judging. He is very perceptive, able to hear Paimon's whispers and deduce additional details from the evidence presented to him during the trial. Use the Cardinal Instruction Analyzer to make the final decision, fulfilling his request regardless of your own feelings on the matter according to protocol.

Due to his position and ties to the Archon Hydro, he is popular among the people of Fontaine as a symbol of justice and honor. Despite this, he is not particularly familiar with human customs and feelings, as demonstrated when he attempted to apologize to Navia for her father's death, offending her in the process with the lack of emotion in his words. Neuvillette rarely appears in public, and on the few occasions he interacts with people outside of his official duties, he comes across as somewhat aloof, if not downright honest. However, when he interacts with Melusinas, he is extremely kind and is seen as the ideal father figure by them.

Formerly, when she was a single being, Foçalors, the Goddess of Justice, separated her divinity from her body and spirit, leaving behind her human self, Furina.

Furina was cursed with immortality as long as her divine self existed, having to oversee Fontaine as the interim Archon Hydro for 500 years to carry out the true Archon's plans to deceive the Celestial Order and save Fontaine from a great prophecy.

After the execution of Foçalors and the destruction of Archon Hydro's Divine Throne, Furina relinquished her role and now lives her life as an ordinary human. Furina is a fair-skinned girl with heterochromatic eyes: her right eye has a light blue iris and a dark blue, teardrop-shaped pupil, while her left eye reverses the color combination. Her hair is bluish-white with light blue highlights and flecks that change depending on her current Arkhe alignment. Her personality is extravagant and reckless; Furina lives for the thrill of the courtroom and often speaks in a manner peppered with bravado and drama. She is impatient and has a childish temper, and occasionally makes judgments without thinking, which Neuvillette often has to rein in while presiding over a trial to avoid complications. Although she enjoys being the center of attention, she is only so when it is focused on her in a positive way, and if anything goes awry, she falls apart and tries to save face at the first opportunity.

Nor does he object to using underhanded tactics to influence the outcome of a trial in his favor, such as when he revealed to the court that Lyney and Lynette were members of Fatui.