WEALTH.

THE CURRENCIES THAT FLOW THROUGH THIS LAND ARE MY FLESH AND BLOOD.                                                                                                                           betray it, and you taint my blood. 

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pinned.

hi hey hello this is a genshin specific multimuse penned by erika. low activity, and characters will be added/removed as i feel like, but def feel free to hit me up here whenever you feel like, and i will one day get to it.

RULES. / MASTERLIST OF LINKS.

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time is fake bcuz there is NO way this blog is 2 years old.

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inbox call ft. a random chara on here of my choosing <3 like this post and see u i decide to throw at u 👀

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me last night: man i have so many pierro hcs to post! can’t wait! me waking up: what is my name again

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inbox call ft. a random chara on here of my choosing <3 like this post and see u i decide to throw at u 👀

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ABOUT!  PIERRO.

NAME. [REDACTED] goes by codename 'pierro' TITLES. the jester, director of the fatui, royal mage of the eclipse dynasty (formerly) AGE. immortal / appears in his mid-fifties GENDER. cis male / he/him ORIENTATION. bisexual NATIONALITY. current denizen of snezhnaya ETHNICITY. khaenri'ahan BIRTHDAY. unknown FAMILY. unknown

BODY. broad-shouldered, large, and imposing, for a royal mage, pierro could easily be mistaken as a royal soldier for all of his visible strength. well-muscled and incredibly fit, one would not be at fault in not believing his age, let alone the fact he is an immortal. naturally dark-skinned, there is a slight paler undertone to his natural skin tone due to living in the land of ice and frost for so long having dimmed the sun-kissed appearance he once had among khaenri’ah’s sunny, inteyvat-filled fields. HEIGHT. 6′4″ WEIGHT. 250 lbs HAIR. long and well-kept, meticulously so, his hair flows down past his nape and brushes along his collarbone. silver in color with hints of dark blue from his youth, it is kept brushed back away from his face, and somewhat shorter around his temples.  FACE. sharp and well-outlined. at a glance, one can see a man who has endured tragedy after tragedy, and came out of it with a hunger for blood. cheekbones and a pronounced jawline make for a handsome visage, outlined with a short, silver beard lining lining his jawline and most pronounced at his chin.  EYES. frosty, as ice-blue as the nation he currently resides, they are darkly rimmed by long, black eyelashes and a heavy-set upper eyelid. there is a permanent look to them of exhaustion and disappointment, as if this world continues to fail to meet his expectations. ATTIRE. often adorned in rich, plush furs and high-end fabrics, pierro always dresses the part of the illustrious fatui director. one can only assume he must run cold by how heavy his fur-lined coat appears that just barely conceals the old symbolism of ancient khaerian’ah beneath. perhaps still foolishly clinging to the old, he has carefully tailored clothes replicating the fashions of his people adorned in gold-painted stars replicating that of the false sky.

PERSONALITY. calculative, quiet, and reserved, when asked by new fatui recruits what their director was like, their seniors almost always respond with ‘terrifying’. with a chilling aura and an imposing stature, there is no question the authority that pierro carries with every step he makes that is felt by all, even the most fool-hardy of the harbingers. all are somewhat aware of his origins--his khaenri’ah heritage, his status as a royal mage, his fall from grace--but never of the man himself. in all encounters, he is cool, calm, and perfectly in control, commanding order with a single word and a lift of the hand and easily subduing the rowdiest of subordinates. when needed, his charisma is infectious, enough so that he has rallied a nation not his own, and commands its troops with the blessing of its archon.

HISTORY. tba

EXTRA. a great wielder of dark magic, pierro is a powerful mage not to be contested in his might. simultaneously, he is a user of the claymore, wielding a weapon that rumors have it that even lord capitano cannot manage, as it was designed exclusively for pierro. he uses a cryo delusion and can leave an entire battlefield under a hot summer sun a wasteland of frost and snow, but rarely is he ever seen out on the frontlines, preferring to play chess master behind the scenes. as the first harbinger, he sets the stage for what the rest of the fatui should achieve, and does not allow anything less than his high expectations.

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gave up on beta editor bcuz it was driving me bonkers <3 just want y’all to know that imma be legacy posting rn and experimenting to see how it meshes with beta-originating posts.

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inbox call ft. a random chara on here of my choosing <3 like this post and see u i decide to throw at u 👀

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RAPID-FIRE STARTER CALL WHILE I HAVE BRAINPOWER!! available charas, pls specify who u want: pierro / diluc / varka / zhongli

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trying to decide if i want pierro to be a huge sexy claymore user absolutely fucking up everybody on the battlefield, or a catalyst user. or both! either way he remains a former royal mage of the eclipse dynasty and wields incredible magical prowess, and is not one to be trifled with.

rumors have it that even prior to the tsaritsa's blessing, he already held a power similar to that of a god...

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updated everything to be Pierro Era(TM)

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hewwo again everyone

tl;dr i was hype to get back here and refresh this blog, and then i went and flipped my fuckin car and now i have five staples in my head and a mild concussion!

still wanting to do stuff tho, so expect me around... when i have more brainpower!

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i feel that mondstadt natives love to blow up incredible rumors about diluc, such as the uncrowned king bit. the people just adore being overly flattering to one of their few ‘celebrity’ highly public figures and you know diluc absolutely despises every single rumor that comes his way.

people whisper that diluc has an 8 pack. that he’s absolutely shredded. that he can bench press 5 sumpterbeasts without breaking a sweat. that he has immaculate fashion AND makes his own clothes because he’s that amazing. every single girl in mondstadt wants him carnally, hell, perhaps even all of teyvat!

every time diluc hears about some new stupid rumor he sinks deeper into his antisocial hole, which heightens the aura of ~mystery~ surrounding him and makes things worse.

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some meme i forgot :

@tenkoseiensei who ARE you?!

" just a passing stranger, " he says, as if it were truly simplistic as that. a barrage of stone pillars that had once erupted from the earth dissipate into geo-energy, evaporating in tandem with the sharp heel-turn of the elegantly dressed man as he stooped at the waist, and held out a concerned, gloved hand for the other to take.

" are you alright? "

to be ambushed by hilichurls was not an uncommon fact, but to be swarmed by so many whopperflowers, springing up from beneath the earth and ambushing this poor traveler... well, it had been rude of zhongli to assume his capabilities in defending himself, but it was better to act swiftly and apologize after for his presumptuousness than to add a new funeral to his iterinary.

director hu tao may beg to differ, but, she did not need to know of one less sale.

" if you could please show me any wounds you have suffered, i can apply basic first aid. "

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not reposting bcuz i am fear of ppl reblogging but like this art piece right here is the Definition of how i see my pierro. plus the bonus moron childe <3

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STARTER CALL. / @baishouqijia

' i feel i have seen you somewhere before. ' in a dream. or perhaps a nightmare. a ghost of a past that dogged his heels and reminded him of his reckless, vengeful youth, but only in fleeting moments in between his fixation on the present and future. yet, one could only resist looking backwards so much.

donning his usual mask, polished to perfection without a single crack to allow even the keenest eye a glimpse into the truth of his thoughts, diluc half-turned from his studying of the vineyard to settle his ever-studious gaze upon a new specimen. a man, not a vine of grapes. upon initial inspection, there seemed nothing different to this man than any other rich fool here to waltz about his home with their bloated ego and self-inflated sense of entitlement.

but there existed an edge not often seen. men like this were usually soft, spoiled--like rotten fruit splitting over-ripened beneath the summer sun. not like this one. even from this distance, diluc sensed that he was more wolf than overfed lamb.

' you'll have to pardon me, however, as i do not recall your name, if we have ever met. you are...? '

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grabs kaveh in between my teeth and shakes him like a chew toy