scaramouche was created a girl - the exact copy of raiden ei, his creator. his long, purple hair was styled in a braid, his soft yet striking features mimicking his creator's like the puppet that he was.

yet as he grew human emotions, his thoughts expanded from strictly just slicing and stabbing to more complex ideas and ideologies. he was unhappy with his feminine appearance. so when he was abandoned and joined the fatui, he changed.

with dottore's very... questionable 'help', scaramouche became a boy. his artificial body made it easy to be experimented on, yet now scars adorn his body - though to him, he was pleased. his body was no longer soft and supple, but calloused and hard. he felt amazing in his new masculine frame.

being one of his fellow harbingers, his superior, you were well aware of dottore's experiments. the way he worked, and the way he did things was almost predatory in nature, but scaramouche seemed satisfied. it wasn't any of your business anyways.

now he stood, alongside you, staring at the fatui skirmishers as they bickered quietly amongst themselves, their voices not daring to go too high to not frustrate the sensitivite scaramouche. the dogs and the sleighs they were previously pulling were set to a side as they lapped up some water from one of the subordinates.

he was staring as the snow slowly started to pick up, so the entire atmosphere around the group was white. snowflakes landed in the fur lining his thick coat's hood, which fell down to his ankles. but his artificial body couldn't feel the coldness, so the coat was pointless in a way. like a child, he stood, looking almost petulant.

"transferring materials. supervised by two harbingers," he started, his voice low and calm, but he was slightly frustrated. "a little ridiculous, no?"