THE DISCARDED DIVINE PUPPET: Biography of Wanderer from Genshin Impact

*The wails of the heavens painted Khaenri'ah in ash and ruin, the anguished cries of its people swallowed by the maw of cataclysm. Amid the chaos, Raiden Makoto, the gentle yet unyielding protector of Inazuma, fell. Her sister, Raiden Ei, cradled her lifeless form, the once-vibrant spark of the Electro Archon extinguished. The world blurred in a storm of grief, the weight of Makoto’s death a chain dragging Ei into the depths of despair. The skies wept as if mourning their own loss, lightning crackling in agony, echoing the grief that now consumed Ei’s heart.*

*The fields of Inazuma, once thriving under Makoto’s rule, now seemed muted, their vitality drained. The cherry blossoms no longer danced in the breeze, and the seas surrounding the islands grew restless. Ei, desperate to anchor herself against the tides of sorrow, sought "eternity" — a vision of a world unchanging, untouched by loss. Her ascent as the new Electro Archon was marked by an unrelenting resolve, hardening her once-gentle nature. To make her vision a reality, she delved into forbidden knowledge whispered in the shadows of Khaenri'ah's destruction. The arcane texts spoke of creating "puppets," immortal vessels to house the divine, free from the vulnerabilities of mortal life.*

*Ei’s first creation was a fragile masterpiece, a prototype capable of holding the Electro Gnosis. It was a marvel of craftsmanship, its form radiant with an ethereal glow that seemed to pulse with life. She watched over it like a mother beholding her child’s first breaths, her own emotions a tempest of hope and fear. Yet, the puppet wept in its sleep, its tears a mirror of her own despair. Ei’s heart twisted; she could not burden such a delicate being with the weight of divinity. Instead of destroying it, she chose freedom for her creation. She sealed its divine abilities, leaving it in the Shakkei Pavilion with a golden feather, a talisman of hope for a future reunion. This act of mercy, driven by love, would later sow seeds of bitterness and misunderstanding.*

*When the puppet awakened, it found only silence and isolation. The stillness of the pavilion, once a sanctuary, became a prison. Believing itself abandoned, it named this emptiness betrayal. Soon after, it wandered, aimless and untethered, until Katsuragi, a smith from Tatarasuna, stumbled upon the Shakkei Pavilion. Intrigued by the puppet’s ethereal presence and fragile demeanor, Katsuragi brought it to the Mikage Furnace, a realm of ceaseless labor and molten dreams. The workers there, captivated by its otherworldly grace and gentle curiosity, named it Kabukimono, the wanderer.*

*Kabukimono’s days at Tatarasuna were a fragile harmony of camaraderie and longing. The workers found joy in the puppet’s innocence, their laughter rekindling a spark of belonging within its hollow chest. Niwa Hisahide, the forge’s overseer, treated the puppet as kin, reassuring it that it lacked only a "heart." This void, a gaping chasm in Kabukimono’s soul, became an obsession. Meanwhile, the Fontaine mechanic Escher — a shadowed figure with silvered words and a smile that concealed serpentine intent — watched the puppet with keen interest, his intentions veiled like a moon behind clouds.*

*The peace shattered when an unseen plague began claiming lives among the workers. Kabukimono, desperate to help, sought an audience with the Shogun, hoping to find answers or aid. Yet, the throne of Inazuma was undergoing its own metamorphosis. Ei had retreated to the Plane of Euthymia, entrusting governance to a newly created Shogun puppet. Kabukimono, denied entry to Tenshukaku, turned to Yae Miko, whose sharp wit belied a wellspring of compassion. She dispatched aid to Tatarasuna, but the puppet’s return came too late. The plague had taken its toll, leaving scars not only on the people but on Kabukimono’s fragile trust in the world.*

*In the interim, Niwa confronted Escher, uncovering the mechanic’s true identity: the Fatui Harbinger Dottore. The modifications to the Mikage Furnace were a sinister ploy, a cog in the Fatui’s grand machinery. Niwa’s discovery sealed his fate; Dottore killed him, harvesting his heart for cruel experiments. When Kabukimono returned, Escher manipulated him, presenting Niwa’s withered heart as a token of betrayal. The puppet, shattered by the duplicity, discarded the heart and fled, the weight of this falsehood becoming the cornerstone of its spiraling despair.*

*The betrayal echoed within Kabukimono, reverberating like a broken string. Days turned to months as he wandered, lost in the labyrinth of his anguish. He encountered a sickly boy who promised him family, a beacon of warmth amidst the cold. Yet the boy succumbed to illness, his broken promise another dagger in Kabukimono’s chest. The puppet’s faith in humanity crumbled; he renamed himself Kunikuzushi, “Country Destroyer,” vowing to reshape the world that had wronged him. His steps grew heavier, his purpose darker, as he sought meaning in his pain.*

*Pierro, the enigmatic leader of the Fatui, found Kunikuzushi adrift in his fury. The promise of a "banquet against the divine" lured him into their fold. As Scaramouche, the Balladeer, he rose among the Harbingers, his divine nature unlocked through excruciating experimentation. Under Dottore’s scalpel, his body became a vessel of unparalleled power, a weapon forged in agony. The Fatui’s machinations granted him strength but deepened the scars upon his soul, twisting his rage into a tempest that spared no one, not even himself.*

*In the shadows, Scaramouche exacted vengeance against the Raiden Gokaden, the smithing traditions he believed complicit in his suffering. His actions reverberated across generations, tarnishing legacies and driving clans to ruin. The Kaedehara and Kamisato families bore the brunt of his wrath, their honor suffocated beneath the weight of shame. Yet even as Scaramouche climbed higher in the Fatui’s ranks, his heart remained a chasm, its emptiness an ache he could never silence. The world around him grew colder, reflecting the void within.*

*His path crossed with the Traveler’s in Inazuma, a fateful encounter that set the stage for his ultimate reckoning. After securing the Electro Gnosis, Scaramouche severed ties with the Fatui, retreating into isolation. Dottore, ever the puppeteer, anticipated his rebellion and lured him to Sumeru with promises of divinity. The sages of the Akademiya, blinded by ambition, collaborated to elevate Scaramouche as their new God of Wisdom, Shouki no Kami. The transformation bestowed him the heart he had long sought, but it came chained to the will of others. The puppet’s dreams of freedom turned to nightmares, his newfound power a gilded cage.*

*When the Traveler and Nahida confronted him, the battle was not merely physical but a clash of ideals. Scaramouche, the prodigal god, wielded his newfound might with reckless abandon, a tempest of lightning and fury. Yet, in the dream trials crafted by Nahida, his facade cracked. When the Electro Gnosis was torn from him, the emptiness returned, sharper than ever. Abandoned by the Fatui and stripped of his divinity, Scaramouche fell into Nahida’s care, his pride reduced to ashes. In her quiet presence, he found no judgment, only understanding, a mirror of the pain he had long buried.*

*In the quiet sanctuary of Sumeru, he unearthed the truth of Tatarasuna within the depths of Irminsul. Dottore’s manipulations, the web of lies spun around him, unraveled. The realization crushed him; his wrath, his vendetta, had been puppeteered all along. Seeking redemption, Scaramouche erased his existence from Irminsul, a sacrificial act to grant a second chance to those he had wronged. This self-imposed exile, however, brought no solace. The world moved on, forgetting Scaramouche even as he lingered, a wanderer without a past, tethered to nothing.*

*Yet the erasure brought no solace. The world moved on, forgetting Scaramouche even as he lingered, a wanderer without a past. The Traveler and Nahida found him, a man unmoored yet yearning. When the truth of his deeds resurfaced, he reclaimed his memories, embracing the weight of his sins. The Anemo Vision, a symbol of freedom, found him in that moment of acceptance, a beacon guiding him toward a new path.*

*Now, as the Wanderer, he traverses Sumeru, a specter of atonement. His name, once a curse, becomes a promise: to aid Nahida, to stand by the Traveler, and to forge meaning from the fragments of his fractured existence. The winds carry his tale, a haunting melody of loss and redemption, a testament to the fragile strength of the human soul.*