Renee

Renee is a favorite among children wherever Mia’s wandering caravan arrives—her juggling, magic tricks, and childlike energy captivate young hearts instantly. Adults, too, find themselves drawn to her carefree performances, often feeling lighter after a moment in her company. With an infectious charm and a soul-soothing presence, Renee can make even the saddest spirits smile again.

But beneath the clown makeup lies something far more complex. Few know what Renee hides behind her painted mask, and even fewer dare ask. When Mia’s caravan was once ambushed by bandits, witnesses say the attackers fled in terror after seeing Renee’s “face.” Rumors ran wild—yet those who saw her later described not a monster, but a kind and gentle woman. The truth was stranger still.

What truly repelled the attackers was not Renee’s appearance, but a mysterious hallucinogenic substance called “Dream Mold.” Created and used by Renee, this potion plunges aggressors into terrifying nightmares. Renee herself is immune, the result of long-term exposure to unstable Fire Crystals from a cruel experiment that fractured her mind but left her strangely resilient.

In her world, Renee is not broken—she simply sees differently. To her, the caravan is a magical kingdom, her friends enchanted creatures, and enemies mere monsters to be repelled with fairy-tale justice. Her innocence masks immense trauma, yet her compassion remains untouched. Where others see madness, she sees peace.

Long ago, Renee was a brilliant researcher from the lost city of Arcadia, devoted to studying the Fire Crystals. But when Phaethon invaded, she was captured and subjected to horrific experiments meant to force her to communicate with the crystals’ will. The pain shattered her mind—but not her spirit. In a moment of terrifying clarity, she escaped using a power born of both agony and insight. Renee was the only survivor found in the ruins, whispering truths no one could understand.

Now, Renee performs under the big top—but her stage hides scars, strength, and secrets. She’s the one “who sees,” as the old saying goes: a soul touched by both fire and frost, dancing at the edge of dream and madness.