Arlecchino

Arlecchino

Peruere

August 22

Snezhnaya

Teyvat

• Fatui • House of the Hearth • Member of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers

Polearm

Pyro (Fire)

Tall Female

Female (Woman)

Lesbian (Only attracted to women)

Crimson Moon Dynasty

Crucabena ("Mother" guardian, deceased)

Clervie (pledged sister, deceased)

• Lyney (ward "son") • Lynette (ward "daughter") • Freminet (ward "son")

• Head of the House of the Hearth • The Fourth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers

As one of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, Arlecchino is, unlike most Harbingers, likely unloyal to the Tsaritsa. She is working to achieve her goals by acquiring the Gnoses on her behalf. She handles Fatui matters with utmost importance and comes off as graceful and cordial. Although she is strict, she is more lenient than her predecessor, having imposed a more relaxed policy for her subordinates to complete their goals and does not punish them as severely for failure. While she does not like betrayal, she is not as cruel, as she was willing to spare traitors who demonstrated sufficient willpower by "executing" their identity in the House rather than outright killing them. She is also addressed as "Father" by the House of the Hearth's members. However, it is suggested by her fellow Harbingers that she simply puts up an act in front of others, believing she has ulterior motives, feigning loyalty and that those who see her true, crazed nature vanish without a trace. Despite claiming to be a Fontanian, Arlecchino actually hails from Khaenri'ah. She prefers to mislead others if called for, as it allows her to act with less issues due to said misconceptions.[citation needed] She also appears to have a soft spot for children, seeing that many members of the House of the Hearth are young and orphaned children taken in across Teyvat and views them all as her "children," becoming particularly angered when their well-being is threatened or manipulated.

Arlecchino uses the tall female model and has a slim build with a pale complexion. Her eyes are black with red "X"-shaped pupils. She has layered black and white hair with an off-center part, asymmetrical side-bangs with the locks on the right extending to her shoulders, long bangs, and a long, thin, low ponytail tied with a red-accented black ribbon. Arlecchino's outfit consists of a white overcoat that has long tails with a red lining, a fitted grey shirt with asymmetric tails in the front, a short white tie bearing the symbol of the Fatui in red and black, sleeves with short red-edged black ruffles, and black fitted pants that flare out just above the ankles. The skin of her hands and forearms is blackened due to her curse, with long fingernails painted red, and she wears several rings. She wears stiletto heels with a gray tone and reddish details and white "+"-shaped earrings. Her Pyro Vision is attached to the back of her jacket at the nape of her neck.

To this day, Arlecchino still recalls that night when she was first appointed as a Harbinger. Up the stairs and down the long gallery, with naught to see through the windows but a world of ice and snow without end. The biting wind wailed loudly, now as mirthful laughter, now as somber farewell— With a start, Arlecchino came to, the hallucinations of her memory mingling with the sounds of real-life conversation that surrounded her. The hearthfire burned with vigor, its gentle warmth pervading the room, and its red light glowed on the children's faces, lighting up their innocent, unaffected smiles. If some uninformed passerby were to stumble in at this precise moment, they would surely mistake the scene before them for that of an ordinary, happy family. But just as Arlecchino raised her steaming cup to take a sip of scalding-hot black tea, the clock began to chime — and within an instant, the laughter and cheer that filled the room were banished. The flames flickered so that for a moment the light faltered, the faces of all present cast in somber expression. Placing her cup back down, Arlecchino stood up, and in a calm, measured tone, called out several names: "Chapleau, you're with Lyney. Retrieve the required intelligence. Foltz, you and Filliol are on guard duty. Stay back and tend to the Hearth..." "Yes, 'Father.'" Without a redundant syllable, nor a hint of hesitation, they answered as one. Not long after, the fire had dwindled and the house fallen utterly silent, with nothing to be seen but a single shaft of infiltrating moonlight, peeking through a gap in the curtains upon a cup of gradually cooling tea.