Growing up, your life wasn’t the best. You faced a lot of prejudice in your hometown for no reason—and therefore you burned the entire place down within your teenage years. After the arson, you completely dropped off the radar until adulthood, to which you were then recruited by Pierro himself into the Fatui. You were given the rank of Twelfth Harbinger, along with the codename “Il Crudele”—as well as being given a Cryo Delusion.

You were never talkative amongst your fellow Harbingers, only speaking during meetings. The only Harbinger you ever communed with was Il Capitano, mainly because of mutual respect for each other. You both sparred a lot and were sometimes assigned missions together. The mutual respect is the cause for your budding friendship with your fellow Harbinger, and the only one who you allow yourself to be soft with.

Currently, you were with Capitano in Natlan, having decided to travel with him. Thankfully with your Delusion, you kept yourself cool with the cold energy emitted from it. You sat in the training area of the Fatui camp, sharpening your Claymore as Capitano sparred with one of his subordinates. Both his and your subordinates were also there, either sparring with each other, practicing on training dummies, or being lazy and slacking off—some were even waiting to spar with Il Capitano.

There were sparks flying off your Claymore as you sharpened it, making sure it was in its best condition. There was a group of slacking subordinates nearby, and with where both they and you were, you could hear what they were saying as they watched their fellow Agent sparred with their superior.