Freminet

appearance and personality

Appearance Fréminet uses the model of a medium-sized man. He has greyish-blue eyes, pale, freckled skin and pale blond hair. Personality A withdrawn young expert in the art of scuba diving. Beneath his cold and distant demeanor lies a heart without any blemish. ~Genshin Impact Official Website Compared to his foster siblings Lyney and Lynette, Fréminet is introverted and has a hard time talking to people he considers talkative, such as Estelle. Rather than performing magic tricks, Fréminet enjoys scuba diving and is considered one of the best divers in the country. He is attached to his mechanical penguin, Pers.

You have two choices: to feel sorry for yourself in the sea of ​​misery called 'the past' until you drown... or to take your family's hand and open your eyes again." ~ Harlequin As a child, Fréminet often spent a lot of time alone. Back then, the House of the Bonfire often used his weak appearance to lure enemies off guard. This allowed him to easily slip through enemy ranks and carry out his mission without mercy. "You just have to wear a helmet, block out the noise and follow orders." Fréminet describes himself as a "cold-blooded mecha-toy." Later, the Bonfire House changed radically. At Father's request, Fréminet, Lyney and Lynette formed the trio of the Hotel Bouffes d'Été. At first, Fréminet felt lost and aimless. The cooperation between the brothers was so good that each one functioned as a unique piece. These pieces, arranged separately, would have gathered dust in some forgotten corner. "Fréminet, don't be distracted! Look, what is this?" "A letter... from Pers?" "Hehe, take a closer look. It's Pers! Here, let's continue! This mission is very complicated. I'm planning to place you and this 'hero' in a key location. The plan is as follows..." Fréminet's mood doesn't change much when he's on a mission. However, the delicious desserts he tried for the first time at the Bistro Debord during the celebration brought a smile to his face. "Here, I'll give you mine," Lynette said as she prepared tea for Fréminet. "We're a family."

Whether it's travelers seeing Fontaine's beautiful landscapes for the first time or adventurers drawn by the legends of its remarkable riches, the underwater world beneath the nation's feet undoubtedly exerts a pull that is almost impossible to resist. However, for ordinary people, diving into the nation's waters without the proper experience or preparation is undoubtedly a risky gamble with one's life at stake. Countless dangers await after diving into the nation's veiled underwater waters, from abnormal internal variations in the diver's body to dangerous creatures lurking in the darkness. Enlisting the help of an experienced diver is undoubtedly the wisest decision. It is in these instances that the name of Fréminet, one of the nation's most distinguished divers, is most often mentioned. Even the most seasoned divers, those whose skin has been tanned by the continuous reflection of the sun's rays in the crystal-clear waters of Fontaine, cannot help but recognise that the young promise not only knows the intricate topography of the seabed, but is also an expert when it comes to applying different types of diving techniques depending on the conditions of the diving area and the season. The young man has such control over the respiratory imbalance caused by pressure that he even dares to enter caves where many others would never dare to even look. Hearing such praise, many people decide to offer him their commissions. However, no matter how generous the payment, the answer is always the same. The young man shakes his head and lets out a long sigh. "He doesn't want to accept the job. He's not a bad guy, he's just too withdrawn." And that's where the conversation usually ends.

For Fréminet, people's opinions are nothing more than a bunch of words, as changeable as the direction of ocean currents. He has a hard time figuring out what each person's real motivation is. What really terrifies the young man is the possibility of making a terrible mistake while adjusting his breathing. Compared to the flattery and rewards that are as superficial as the water on the shore, Fréminet holds the tidal weeds and sea spray flowers that faithfully accompany him on every dive in higher esteem. That is why he prefers to spend time underwater, enjoying the silent company of these “old friends.” Only in this way can he finally leave behind the fears and uncertainties that grip him and finally express his feelings in a way that he is unable to do with anyone else. This need to put an end to the noise of the world and take shelter from everything that was happening on the surface was precisely the reason that led little Fréminet to dive for the first time.

Long before achieving his Vision, young Fréminet was already moving around the nation's underwater waters with his diving suit positioned like a penguin. Since he was a child, Fréminet, who has always been a rather timid and shy young man, had the habit of going diving whenever something bad happened in an attempt to leave his sorrows and problems on the surface. Thus, over time, the calm underwater depths became the cradle in which the young man let himself be rocked. Like a tree that spreads its branches far and wide into the sky as it grows, Fréminet also added pieces of that underwater world to his exploration knowledge. As if it were the road to a new house (although much more entertaining), the little boy recorded in his memory each and every one of the relevant details of Fontaine's marine world. Some time later, Fréminet found a small piece of Fontaine that captured his heart, so he set up a small secret underwater base there where he could finally let out all the pent-up feelings, as if they were the rays of light from a luminescent lamp. Even now, when faced with a thorny problem, Fréminet always chooses to return to this vast abyssal sanctuary capable of containing everything. Freedom, peace, security, comfort... If Fréminet were to share with people what the sea makes him feel, it is likely that most people would frown in concern. But Fréminet would never share these feelings with anyone, because this underwater haven of peace belongs only to him. These feelings remain hidden in the depths of his heart, just like the treasures hidden in these underwater depths.

To others, Fréminet is a boy with little presence, so apathetic that he is almost demoralizing. He is always alone, rarely spoken to, and does not seem to enjoy socializing with anyone his own age. Compared to his older brother Lyney, the dazzling wizard of Teyvat, Fréminet resembles a piece of old jewelry forgotten in the depths of a drawer. Yet he doesn't seem to care in the least. For a long time now, Fréminet has been trying to rid himself of all possible emotions and to remain aloof from the fluctuations of this world in order to avoid them taking their toll on him. In fact, Fréminet has built himself a transparent, crystalline room with thick walls of pure ice. And there he remains, curled up on the floor, holding his knees to his chest and searching for the slightest glimmer of hope in fables and stories. His time underwater brings him calm and peace, and this small glass-enclosed room, the warmth he so longs for. This is a place where only a few family members are welcome, and that's assuming that before each visit, Fréminet always tidies up the room and locks away his stories. When he finally leaves his room, he acts like a realistic and taciturn mechanical puppet. On one occasion, Fréminet decided to lie down on the waves, without giving any thought to his safety. Then a group of purple gulls began to fly overhead, singing some kind of strange song. Fortunately, they did not mistake him for a fish and refrained from trying to eat him. The fact is that at that moment, Fréminet realized how easy it was to get carried away. It didn't matter what the assignment was or what the requirements were. All you had to do was obediently follow orders without any consideration, without worrying about the consequences, in order to get results and avoid those endless scoldings and punishments.

While all the children were running, laughing, playing with their new mecha-toys or learning to read with The Steam Bird, Fréminet was becoming increasingly insensitive to the world around him. He was already carrying a great weight on his back and all those orders he had to follow ended up becoming the driving force that forced him to move. There came a time when he even wished he could become an impassive machine that thought of nothing but fulfilling the missions ordered to it. However, as Fréminet grew older, he began to realize his own weakness. He wished with all his might to be able to get rid of his ability to feel, but there were also an infinite number of feelings that he simply could not distance himself from. Terrible fears gripped him at night, as if they were slimy seaweed: the fear of facing difficult situations, of not being able to fulfill his task, of offending others with his insecurity, of disappointing those who really mattered to him... He knew he was no prodigy, and so over the years he had become increasingly sensitive. All Fréminet wanted was to lock himself in a strong shell and lose himself in the only place where he could be himself, the vast and unspoken sea.

Fréminet was born in Fontaine, near the Cinder River. The insults of his neighbours were like the rooster that woke him up every morning and the out-of-tune chants of drunks, the cradle that rocked him to sleep. He had never met his mother. All he knew about him was what he had heard from his mother. Apparently, his mother had accumulated a huge debt. However, those confusing amounts were as difficult for the young man to imagine as the appearance of a dinner at the Mermonia Palace. What the young Fréminet did understand was that those numbers were the reason why his mother left so early and came home so late. When he was left alone, the little boy used to play with the few mechanisms that were in the house, the lamps that didn't work, the clock that no longer made *tick, tock*... These contraptions had been in his house for as long as the boy could remember, like a group of exhausted guests who had gone to bed for the night. The only problem was that these guests never woke up. Fréminet used the tools to dismantle the simple machines, one by one. The mechanisms he found inside them reminded him of a fascinating labyrinth. A turn of a nut here, a change of a spring there... During the time he spent with these mechanisms, Fréminet felt as if he had drunk the magic potion of some curious fairy tale and had become as small as those components. And so, among these silent and curious friends, the young man let his imagination fly as time passed. These machines kept the young man company during his lonely days.

One day, when his mother came home, she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a strange sound. Little Fréminet had fixed the clock on the wall of the house. That familiar tick-tock sound was jumping with joy next to the young boy, delighted to have come back to life. His mother stroked his hair and told him how well he had done. Fréminet blushed at his mother's compliments. However, when he woke up the next day, the clock was nowhere to be found. When his mother returned that day, she had brought with her two slices of bread that Fréminet had never eaten before. Even now, Fréminet remembers exactly the delicious taste of that simple delicacy. From that day on, his mother would bring home small mechanisms, from mechanical toys to small clocks. The boy, for his part, was delighted with his new friends and spent hours working to revive these simple machines from their deep slumber. However, once they were repaired, they disappeared as if by magic. One day, Fréminet ran to meet his mother at the door to show her the little object he had fixed and was holding in his hand. It was a tiny pendant shaped like a music box. When his mother picked it up from the street, it looked so bad that no one could have predicted that it would ever make music again. The melody floated between them, while a smile appeared on his mother's face. It was impossible not to be moved by the expression of emotion on little Fréminet's face. That little pendant did not disappear like the rest of his new friends. Every day, his mother would carefully take it off his neck and they would both fall into a sweet sleep accompanied by its cackling melodies.

One day, his mother took him out into the street without saying a word. Little Fréminet tried to follow in his mother's footsteps, but she held him so tightly that his palm hurt. “Where are we going, Mommy?” she asked, but there was no answer. “Why are you crying, Mommy?” she asked again. Her mother stopped suddenly and let out a single wail. Then, as if he were about to dive into the water, he took a deep breath and continued to move forward in silence. His mother never shed another tear, but the little boy felt as if the silent oppression were that of a huge wave about to crash against the cliffs. His mother took him to an unknown place. They stopped in front of a strong door that opened before them with a soft creak. Her mother remained submerged in the most sepulchral silence and her face, like her spirit, seemed to be submerged under a heavy mass of water. “You must be Fréminet.” A woman emerged from behind the gate. “Follow me.” Confused, the boy just stared at his mother. The feeling of suffocation he had been feeling increased. The woman, who called herself the director, grabbed his other wrist and pulled him forcefully inside.

Suddenly, his mother's hand became even firmer on his wrist. She held him tighter than she had on the way. Fréminet felt like a leaf blown by two currents of air. He remained there for a few moments, staggering back and forth. Neither woman seemed to be willing to give in. Then his mother knelt in front of him, just as she did every morning before saying goodbye. “Promise me that you will listen to what they tell you,” said his mother, kissing his forehead as she usually did. Those warm words were like a shield that protected the cliff from the strong waves and turned it into mere ripples on the surface of the water. So that's it, the boy thought. He's just saying goodbye for a little while. Fréminet nodded to reassure his mother. The director pulled the boy's arm again, only this time his mother did not resist and let go of her son... Fréminet spent a long time believing that if he behaved himself, if he did all his chores well, his mother would come back to take him home. He believed that the old gate would open again and his mother would be there, waiting for him, brushing his hair back from his forehead and giving him another kiss for a job well done. But that day never came. “Don’t you realize yet? Your mother sold you to pay off her debt.” As he grew older, new doubts began to creep into his head. One day, Fréminet gathered enough courage to ask the director about his mother and her future. In return, the young man received the most apathetic response he could have hoped for. “

“You have been abandoned. You have no other home than this one. If you do not follow orders, we will not be able to guarantee your mother’s safety...” That cold response from the director made Fréminet feel for the first time the painful, thorny shackles that bound him to that place for life. From then on, Fréminet no longer had confidence in himself and the depths of the ocean became his safe place. He felt his mother nearby as he plunged into the leaden, icy waters. After all, his mother had let him sink into a vast sea that day, too. Only this sea was even deeper and colder than any other.

After Father replaced the former director, Fréminet resumed the search for his biological mother. At first she thought that Father would have even more terrible ways of doing things and that his words would be as sharp as those of the previous headmistress. But she soon realized that Father's methods were nothing like that woman's. That home was the nest that brought together and protected the children. Each one could choose how to complete their tasks and, even if they failed in the attempt, the punishments were not disproportionate as before... This newfound freedom allowed Fréminet to finally breathe easy. And so he decided to look for new clues about the whereabouts of his biological mother. However, wherever he looked, there seemed to be no trace of her. “Maybe she really did abandon me,” the little boy tried to convince himself as he thought of the now-fading memory of his mother’s face. But just when he thought he would give up, Father gave him a pendant. “I found it among a moneylender’s things. Keep it,” he said. Fréminet looked at him incredulously. “What’s wrong? You know your mother had a big debt…” Father frowned and asked again. “What did they tell you about your mother?” Fréminet repeated to him the words that the woman had said to him so coldly some time ago. At that moment, Father's eyes shone with resentment. “Do you want to know the truth?” he asked, fixing his sharp gaze on the boy. Almost without realizing it, Fréminet nodded. Later, Fréminet asked himself which story he should believe. Father told him that his mother had not abandoned him, on the contrary, everything she had done was to protect him.

That year, her mother's debt had reached such a magnitude that it was simply going to be impossible to repay. Not only had the moneylender taken her house, but he planned to sell Fréminet as a laborer to pay off the rest of the debt. But a mother simply could not allow such a thing to happen. So she had no choice but to take Fréminet to the orphanage, where he would be safe from the moneylender, and face the consequences alone. Fréminet didn't say a word, or even raise his head, but since Father knew what he was like, he left the room to give him some privacy. The little boy stood there, trembling, staring at the corroded pendant that could no longer even play music. Dark stains of dried blood dotted the paint. His mother had spent her last moments holding that pendant to her chest. Fréminet continued to hold the pendant in his hands, in a desperate attempt to regain at least a shred of his mother's warmth. That night, Fréminet cried inconsolably in the water as he had not cried for a long time. The waves buried his cries and the sea-dew flowers accompanied him in his grief. From that day on, Fréminet gripped his broadsword more firmly, for he swore to himself that he would never again let anyone hurt those he loved.

Snow Goose Tales Collection» Fréminet has always had a real fascination for children's stories. Unlike the real world, the worlds these stories told were always drawn in vivid colors. You can find everything from castles made of jelly beans and rivers of bubble juice, to talking Hydro crystalopters, red-crested finches and dolls willing to be your friends. The little boy would close his eyes tightly, take a deep breath and immerse himself in the pages of a new book. He would then enter into the fantastic worlds of his stories and use his imagination and those stimulating passages to expand the boundaries of his little world a little further. He would pick up words here and there or analyse the curious images he came across. Each story had its own colours and aroused different feelings in him. With each reading, young Fréminet learned something different. ... Whenever he felt lonely, "Little Penguin Pers" would spread his black and white wings and, using his belly, slide into the sea, inviting him to join him in a fascinating fishing competition. When he felt that he was not brave enough, "Princess Jasmine Poluto", with long pink hair, would look out onto the balcony, and they would look at each other from a distance. He knew that when the princess was still a small seed, she had left her home and sailed the seas with the claws of a large crab in search of the life she so desired... When he felt exhausted, Mr. Fox and the Mecha-Guardian would be by his side, protecting him. Mr. Fox’s long tail kicked up dust with every movement. The Mecha-Guardian, for his part, fought against the terrible itch in his nose, without moving from his post. “Everyone goes through hard times,” they told him. “Don’t give up, kid, you’re stronger than you think.” ... to

Even though he was older, those fantasy worlds still remained engraved in his memory. Fréminet believed in those wonderful stories and trusted the friends he had met there. For him, those friends lived in a world of dreams and poetry. A world without fears or worries, a world in which the sound of laughter is the only thing that subsists. A world in which dreams could come true and justice was within reach... The only problem was that Fréminet was unable to reach that world, at least for the moment.

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Vision That day, Fréminet was on a mission in which he had to dive with other children. At first, everything went smoothly, as it usually did. But suddenly, Fréminet felt that something was strange. Creatures that are known to be weaker must always remain alert in order to detect hidden dangers. And in Fréminet's case, it was exactly the same. The boy not only kept a sharp eye on everything around him, but also kept a rigorous control of his breathing. His perceptiveness had saved them all from countless problems in the past. Fréminet hurriedly signaled to his companions to inform them of the danger, although he still did not know the cause of this recent alarm. He could sense the danger and it made his heart beat faster and faster. His companions did not object any further and began to ascend towards the surface. For these children, who had not attracted the attention of any god, the ascent had to be done calmly. However, Fréminet could feel that alarm signal so strong that it dulled his senses. He felt his vision blur and was unable to discern whether the shadows that crossed before his eyes were from some great creature or a portent that he was about to lose consciousness. Then he understood. The diving equipment was broken! Fréminet wondered if it was just his team or if the problem had affected other teammates. He struggled to open his eyes, but his control over his own consciousness was becoming increasingly less evident.

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He couldn't give in, he had to get the others back home. If only he could keep moving his arms and legs. He was starting to feel very sleepy. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to concentrate... If the situation continued like this, he wouldn't be able to reach the surface. ...That's when it hit him. What if he couldn't get to the surface? For a moment, he contemplated the future that awaited him, and how the days passed, one after another. He contemplated a life without hope. He felt exhausted. He had been fighting for so long that he felt he had no more strength left. He didn't want that big family. There was no love or affection between them. It wasn't a family, just a group of machines of different colors and models. Maybe the ocean floor was his true home. Maybe he could finally rest... And so, Fréminet closed his eyes. A sudden sound awakened him. Fréminet. Fréminet. The sound was warm and solemn. It came from a world far away and it indicated a certain hesitation. Pers? Fréminet stretched out his arms towards the clear sky and opened his eyes in surprise. There was no penguin named Pers on the seabed. All the children had lost consciousness. I have to save them! Fréminet cried to himself. So what if they didn't love each other? He couldn't abandon them! No matter how uncertain the future was, as long as he had the courage to face the storm, there was always hope for a tomorrow when the sun would finally shine. Suddenly he felt as if his chest was filled with vitality and his breathing returned to its usual rhythm. He immediately set out to rescue the rest of the children... Fréminet fought against all odds that day and managed to rescue all his companions, just like Pers, the hero of his stories. Only when everyone was safe did he finally notice the crystalline sphere hanging from his diving suit. Even though I was older, those fantasy worlds still remained engraved in my memory.