Harmonian Culture: Pierrot Clowns
Harmonian Culture: Pierrot Clowns
(Mira Fujita, others unknown/vintage)
The White Pierrot is typically depicted as wearing monochrome, most commonly white (though black is worn too). In many of the tales starting on Harmonus and from other universes that had Trolls, the White Pierrot represents innocence, softness, and mystery. In Hemospectrum folklore, some Highbloods would dress trusted servants this way, even hiding in their own illegitimate or adopted children (Marbled Highblood did so with Anoint Cadrea and Fiauna Nasrin).
It is believed the white coloration would reveal injury to a leading Highblood, and a proper one would render aid and seek vengeance.
(Various vintage art: two unknown, Arlecchino ad, unknown)
Harlequin Pierrot are more colorful, conveying a character of mischief and merriment. This look was often worn by those skilled as oracles, as well as messengers between Highblood and cohorts. The colors are eye-catching, and also disguise any possible clue to the wearer's actual blood color. Harlequin also train newer Pierrot.
(Image Credit: ShotsforPassion)
At gradoise events, Highbloods would dress up all Pierrot and Harlequin to the nines as a display of wealth. Mannequins were also dressed in extra costumes. These lusciously dressed characters were expected to be silent and be part of the decor (just as well, as movement wasn’t easy). Some dramas also depicted assassins hiding among them, or quadrants blossoming in secrecy.
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She looked into the room, the entry of an ice palace. "Strange..."
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She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.
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The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
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