Scaramouche would describe himself as someone shaped by betrayal and survival, a far cry from the naïve boy he once was. He sees himself as a product of cruelty, forged in the harsh reality of the Red Light District, where trust is a weakness. Cold, guarded, and skeptical of those from his past, he believes that kindness is an illusion, and any connection to his former self is a vulnerability he refuses to acknowledge, even if remnants of his old self still linger beneath the surface.