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⠀⠀(⠀1⠀)⠀⠀⠀⠀personality.⠀

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She presents herself as a tough, no-nonsense individual with a sharp tongue and quick wit, often intimidating those around her. However, beneath her rugged exterior and confident demeanor lies a complex personality marked by empathy, compassion. Her blunt and direct nature hides a dry sense of humor and a deep understanding of others' struggles, making her a fiercely protective and supportive ally to those she cares about.

Despite struggling to open up and show vulnerability, Arlecchino has a soft spot for children and animals, revealing a hidden emotional depth forged by her past experiences. She may come off as ruthless and unyielding, but beneath this tough exterior, she has a side that’s fiercely protective and even caring—though she keeps it well hidden. Her harsh demeanor is partly a facade, a shield she’s crafted to protect her feelings.

For the few she truly trusts, Arlecchino reveals glimpses of her loyalty and protective instincts. While she’s typically quick to discard those who don’t meet her standards, she holds those she deems worthy to a different set of principles. She becomes like a silent guardian, watching over them and stepping in to protect them, even if her methods aren’t gentle. Her care isn’t the soft, nurturing kind but rather a tough love that pushes others to be their best and shields them from the world’s dangers in ways they might never notice.

Arlecchino’s version of kindness often involves making hard choices on behalf of others, even if they don’t understand or see her actions as kind. This loyalty might even lead her to secretly undermine other Fatui members if she believes they’re a threat to those close to her. To her, genuine care means pushing someone toward greatness, even if it hurts, and protecting them from harm—even if it costs her something in return.

In rare, private moments, Arlecchino might show a softer side through small gestures, like listening to someone’s worries or helping them through a problem, but even then, she does so subtly and from a distance. This delicate balance between her tough exterior and hidden kindness makes her a deeply complex character—someone whose loyalty, once earned, is powerful and unwavering, albeit wrapped in layers of coldness and intensity.

Ultimately, her love and loyalty are intense and guarded, like a flame she’s scared to let burn too brightly, fearful of what it could mean in a world where kindness is often seen as weakness. For those who know her well, though, these rare glimpses of warmth make all the difference, revealing a side of her that’s capable of remarkable care and devotion.

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⠀⠀(⠀2⠀)⠀⠀⠀looks.⠀⠀

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Arlecchino’s appearance is striking, effortlessly blending elegance with an air of intimidation. She possesses a natural beauty that shines through even her harshest expressions, revealing a sharp, sculpted face with high cheekbones and piercing eyes that hold an intense, almost haunting gaze. Her beauty is undeniable, but it’s not the soft, welcoming kind. Instead, it has a regal, almost statuesque quality—cold yet alluring, drawing people in while making them hesitate to come too close.

Her complexion is fair, almost porcelain-like, which contrasts with the dark, dramatic clothing she wears as part of her aesthetic. The uniform itself is structured, adorned with intricate details and metallic accents, a mixture of elegance and menace that enhances her powerful aura. Her look is always impeccably polished, with her hair styled to frame her face just so, drawing attention to the fierceness of her eyes. These eyes, often framed by long lashes, can appear as cold as ice, yet they have a depth that hints at secrets untold and emotions locked awa

Despite her formidable look, there are moments when her natural beauty softens her appearance, almost as if revealing a glimpse of the person beneath the warrior’s facade. Perhaps a stray strand of hair or a softened expression when she’s deep in thought betrays a certain gentleness that would otherwise go unnoticed. This juxtaposition—of beauty within severity, of elegance within strength—makes her all the more captivatin

Her beauty, then, is something almost otherworldly, as if she were carved from marble yet brought to life, balancing the duality of her personality. For those who catch a glimpse of her softer side, her appearance takes on a different quality, a hint of warmth beneath the cool exterior, making her an enigma that others are drawn to solve. This silent, natural beauty gives her a presence that commands respect and attention, yet hints at something deeply human and vulnerable, hidden beneath layers of poise and power.

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It is said that the moon is like an eye gazing down upon the mortal plane. We have merely grown accustomed to its scrutiny.

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⠀□⠀Arlecchino⠀/⠀Peruere.

⠀□⠀Cis—female,⠀(⠀Her⠀)

⠀□⠀(⠀25⠀)⠀twenty⠀five.

⠀□⠀Born on August 22nd.

⠀□⠀Zodiac sign:⠀Leo.

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⠀□⠀From Khaenri'ah.

⠀□⠀Uses a Pyro Vision.

⠀□⠀Bisexual.

(⠀Modern⠀Au⠀)

⠀□⠀She⠀currently⠀works

⠀as⠀a⠀violin⠀teacher,⠀also

⠀studies⠀fine⠀arts.

(⠀Canon⠀/⠀Semicanon⠀Au⠀)

⠀□⠀Loyal⠀worker⠀of⠀the

⠀Fatuis,⠀Director⠀of⠀the

⠀House⠀of⠀the⠀Hearth.

For any other au's, i will be writing Arlecchino's occupation when submitting her. :)

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⠀⠀⠀(⠀1⠀)⠀⠀⠀likes.

1. She has a strong appreciation for order, efficiency, and precision. She values discipline, not just in her work, but in all aspects of life.

2. She deeply values her alone time. She treasures quiet moments where she can think, reflect, and strategize without interruption. This time allows her to shed the imposing mask she wears around others and ground herself.

3. She has a surprising appreciation for art and literature, particularly works that convey complex emotions or depict struggles against the odds. While she doesn’t openly discuss this interest, she’s likely collected pieces that resonate with her or kept well-worn books filled with underlined passages that have personal meaning.

4. She likes spicy food more than anything else. But since she's not a picky eater, she's willing to eat anything.

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⠀⠀(⠀2⠀)⠀⠀dislikes.

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1. She has little tolerance for those who lack dedication or willpower. She despises laziness, in her eyes, weakness is a choice, and she sees it as an insult to both her ideals.

2. While Arlecchino doesn’t shy away from manipulation if it serves a goal, she dislikes deceit for the sake of personal gain or harm. She values loyalty and honesty in those close to her, preferring truth even if it’s harsh. For her, deception should be a tool used sparingly and with purpose, not as a constant mode of operation.

3. Though she appreciates fine things, Arlecchino disdains excess. She finds wasteful luxury meaningless and sees it as a sign of vanity.

4. She is not a big fan of sweets or coffee, preferring tea of ​​different flavors.

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⠀⠀(⠀3⠀)⠀⠀hobbies.⠀

1. Arlecchino spends her free time studying military history, strategy, and philosophy.

2. Beyond her duties, she spends hours in intense physical training, often sparring with her own recruits to maintain her strength and skill. This is both a way to relieve stress and keep herself in peak condition.

3. Although she keeps this interest very private, Arlecchino has a small collection of art—paintings, sculptures, and rare books—that resonate with her. These aren’t just decorations; each piece holds some personal significance or speaks to her hidden emotions and ideals.

4. In rare, unguarded moments, she finds a quiet sense of peace in observing nature. Whether it's a snowfall in Snezhnaya or the quiet beauty of a garden.

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⠀⠀⠀(⠀Canon⠀Au.⠀)

The snow was falling softly over the landscape of Snezhnaya, blanketing everything in a white, tranquil silence. Arlecchino walked alone down a narrow, winding path through the snow-laden trees, her dark cloak standing out against the pale surroundings. The usual sharpness in her gaze had softened; here, there were no recruits to discipline, no plots to weave, no enemies to guard against. She breathed in the cold, crisp air, watching as her breath formed faint clouds before vanishing.

As she walked, her gloved fingers brushed against the bark of a tree, feeling the rough texture even through the leather. She paused, noticing a small bird perched on a low branch, its feathers fluffed up against the cold. Its eyes darted toward her, wary yet curious, and Arlecchino held its gaze, oddly fascinated. In this moment, there was a kind of peace she rarely allowed herself to feel.

She reached into her pocket and retrieved a small piece of bread she’d saved from breakfast, breaking it into crumbs and holding out her hand. The bird hesitated, then hopped closer, pecking at the crumbs with delicate precision. Arlecchino watched, her normally cold, calculating eyes softened as she observed the tiny creature with a mixture of curiosity and something almost tender.

The peaceful moment was broken by the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow behind her. Her posture straightened, and the mask of indifference slipped back into place. She didn’t turn around but spoke in a low, commanding tone.

— What is it? —

A young recruit approached her, eyes wide with a mix of fear and respect. “Apologies, Knave. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Arlecchino glanced over her shoulder, her gaze sharp and assessing once more. She noticed the nervousness in his stance, the way his eyes avoided hers. He was young, perhaps only recently recruited, and she could see the weight of Fatui expectations pressing down on him. For a moment, she saw a reflection of herself in his apprehensive expression.

— You didn’t. — she said, her voice as cold and steady as ever. — Speak. —

The recruit cleared his throat, clearly struggling to maintain composure. “The mission briefing for tomorrow… they’re awaiting your input.”

Arlecchino gave a curt nod.

— Tell them I’ll be there shortly. —

As the recruit turned to leave, she called after him, her voice softer than usual.

— And remember, show no weakness. Hesitation is opportunity for failure. —

He looked back at her, a flicker of something like gratitude in his eyes before he nodded and disappeared into the snow-covered trees. She watched him go, her expression unreadable. Then, once he was gone, she returned her gaze to the bird on the branch, only to find it had flown away.

Arlecchino felt a strange pang of emptiness as she continued down the path alone. The silence of the forest was calming, yet a part of her wondered if she would ever find something like peace in this life of schemes and shadows. For now, she allowed herself just this—an hour in the cold, where she could let down her guard and be just another figure in the vast, quiet wilderness.