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{{Quote|Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide, he was given Fontaine's highest honorary title of "Duke." Both low-profile and dependable.|Description from the Official Website<ref>Official Genshin Impact Website: [https://genshin.hoyoverse.com/en/character/Fontaine?char=4 Wriothesley]</ref>}}
==Personality==
{{Quote|Duke of the Fortress of Meropide, Lord Incognito of the murky depths.|In-game character attributes and profile page text}}

Wriothesley is the "Duke" of the [[Fortress of Meropide]], serving as the prison's administrator and overseeing the facility's overall status. Despite his appearance, Wriothesley is fairly calm and collected, not worrying too much about the prison's infamous reputation as he only sees himself as a "leader" of sorts to oversee the population and ensure they have the "tranquility" they desire. He sees the prison as a place of rebirth and is willing to protect that way of life, not wanting others to suffer like he once did, and becomes extremely angered should such a circumstance occur on his watch. His relaxed policies has made him very popular among many inmates, who tend to address him as if he was nobility, due to being bestowed the title of "Duke" by the [[Palais Mermonia]].

While he owns a pair of mechanical gauntlets for use in fighting, he is not an advocate for violence, not wanting to get more blood on his hands. However, he is willing to kill others should he have no choice, to maintain law and order.

Outside of his duties, he enjoys drinking tea.

==Appearance==
{{See also|Night's Chilling Howl}}
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Wriothesley uses the [[:Category:Tall Male Characters|tall male]] model. He has tufted black hair with grey streaks, pale grey eyes, and pale skin. He bears a scar beneath his right eye; three scars extending from high on his neck down to his mid-chest, with one on the right, one on the left, and one along the midline; and scars on his left and right forearms.

==Official Introduction==
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{{Official Introduction
|title     = Guilty waters run deep
|link      = https://www.hoyolab.com/article/20862689
|character = Wriothesley
}}
{{Quote|[[Navia]], do you remember when I refused the title of 'Baron' bestowed upon me by the [[Palais Mermonia]] a few years back? Well, that's beside the point. Today, I finally met the Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide. I had always assumed that 'Duke' was simply a hollow title too... But it turns out that Wriothesley is far more worldly than he looks.|[[Callas]], former President of the [[Spina di Rosula]]}}
"Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide"

— If Wriothesley needed a namecard, this would suffice.

No foreword, and no epilogue. Just like that place of exiled convicts he's in charge of, standing there silently at the bottom of the sea.

Despite its discretion, as a resting place for criminals, the Fortress of Meropide harbors a network of conflicting interests that would have a corrupting influence on many.

But even if someone was bent on infiltrating this place, they'd soon be swallowed up like breadcrumbs in a bowl of soup.

Some have lauded His Grace's aptitude for taking care of thorny problems. Hearing such praise, Wriothesley would simply lower his teacup... and pick up his newspaper.

"You've got the wrong end of the stick. They just wanted somewhere to lead well-ordered lives, and I gave them the 'tranquility' they required."

==Character Stories==
{{Character Story
|title1        = Character Details
|text1         = <p>To the great relief of the Maison Ordalie, most Fontainians are law-abiding citizens. As such, the Fortress of Meropide is not a place that they will ever visit in their lives.</p><!--
              --><p>At the same time, there is an easily understood yet rather tragic truth, which is that those who have served time often find it difficult to reintegrate back into the "overworld," and few will actively speak of their experiences in the "underworld."</p><!--
              --><p>Rather than a specific place, the Fortress is more like an idea, a warning, a symbol of misfortune and castigation &mdash; a byword amongst Fontainians. As for who controls this idea, that is unimportant.</p><!--
              --><p>Thanks to this state of affairs, Wriothesley has been able to lead a secluded and private existence, living and traveling in Fontaine in a manner quite unbefitting of his status as the "Duke."</p><!--
              --><p>Indeed, even as pedestrians are saying things like "fool around any further, and I'll punch you straight into the Fortress of Meropide," or "this job is garbage, I'd rather be tightening screws at the bottom of the sea," this administrator of said underwater fortress might be walking the same stone-paved road to the café, on his way to grab some takeout for his afternoon tea.</p>
|mention1      = 

|title2        = Character Story 1
|friendship2   = 2
|text2         = <p>Wriothesley does not, in fact, leave the Fortress often. Using the network of information and connections that he has personally built up over the years, he can gain any intelligence or resources he needs from the comfort of his office.</p><!--
              --><p>However, he is also aware of one principle, which is that he cannot be imprisoned in that office by the host of duties that assails him, or he will either never get a good night’s sleep, or soon find himself sleeping forever beneath the waves.</p><!--
              --><p>Only two things are necessary for him to run this place comfortably: Mora and manpower.</p><!--
              --><p>Fortunately, the Fortress itself is a giant factory, and he has quite the knack for making money &mdash; why, even the Palais Mermonia is one of his valued customers. Very importantly, giving the Palais some extra care is not considered to be hankering after power, and the Court of Fontaine for its part has little power of oversight over the Fortress, and thus simply represents valued customers and Mora &mdash; the more of both, the better. As such, Wriothesley is happy to comply with the Maison Gestion’s exhaustively strict demands for proper documentation.</p><!--
              --><p>(The [[Fontaine Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering]]'s incredible demand for [[Arkhium]] might have once made it a match for the Palais, but ever since the Institute became a mid-air tourist attraction, it has been forced to withdraw from the partnership. Till we meet again for another big contract, valued customer.)</p><!--
              --><p>One of the most common pitfalls for the immensely wealthy is over-valuing money and undervaluing people. This is, again, where Wriothesley is a fortunate man, for he was not born rich, and thus knows how important it is to get along with others.</p><!--
              --><p>He treats all who live at the Fortress equally. Be they criminals, guards, or ordinary staff, so long as they do what they should as they should, he will not nitpick.</p><!--
              --><p>But as for those who overstep their station &mdash; well then, words must be had. The underwater space they dwell in is quite enclosed, and for most, there is nowhere else to go. If possible, of course, Wriothesley would prefer everyone to be reasonable, but where reasoned words fail, he will use even more persuasive means.</p><!--
              --><p>Occasionally overlooking the trivial, meaningless, but inevitable clashes between people is fair enough. Most people know better than to raise a real stink, while as for those who don’t... there are places where they can go. Just as flowing water can cleanse itself, so can a functioning society get rid of its rot.</p><!--
              --><p>As such, not only has Wriothesley not been worked into oblivion, he has even found himself significant amounts of free time.</p><!--
              --><p>Once, the famous Champion Duelist [[Clorinde]] paid him a visit, and said this in passing: "Why does it feel like you have even more free time than me? Your title wasn’t bought, was it?"</p><!--
              --><p>"One moment, please."</p><!--
              --><p>So saying, Wriothesley rifled through three drawers before producing several thick documents with a flourish. "Now, let me see... 'excellent management'... 'leading tax contributor'... 'specially granted this title...' Well, what do you know? Good guess, that's pretty much what happened after all."</p>
|mention2      = Clorinde

|title3        = Character Story 2
|friendship3   = 3
|quest3        = Reborn in the Land of Grievances
|text3         = <p>No titles may be bought in Fontaine, which prides itself upon impartial justice &mdash; certainly not with Mora. That idle exchange between Wriothesley and Clorinde was pure nonsense, just a bit of verbal horsing around to liven up an otherwise bone-dry business interaction.</p><!--
              --><p>However, while the title of "Duke" itself was not bought, Wriothesley's accession to administrator of the Fortress of Meropide cannot be separated from "money."</p><!--
              --><p>[[Credit Coupons]] serve the role of currency within the Fortress. Here, Coupons are the medium of exchange, and this has been the case for a very long time, with only the details differing. When Wriothesley was incarcerated here as an inmate, trade in Coupons was much freer, and the range of items that could be bought more comprehensive. So long as you had enough of them in your pocket, you could obtain harmful drugs, know the winner of fixed matches, buy the hearts of people sitting on the fence, and even take away the right of others to continue breathing.</p><!--
              --><p>Many of these were extralegal trades, but even the official channels had their various special tricks, too. If you lacked private connections, you could only buy food and water at exorbitant prices, and your fortune slip would not be some adage of unknown providence, but real, practical, extra work you had to finish by the end of the workday. Coupons in those days resembled nothing so much as the previous administrator's tool for controlling inmates.</p><!--
              --><p>Hurling lawbreakers into a lawless chaos to fend for themselves was indeed one way of doing things, but Wriothesley could not approve of it. He was perfectly willing to adapt to his environment, but if the environment was not suited for survival in the first place, then he certainly wasn't going to take this lying down.</p><!--
              --><p>He spent a great deal of time accumulating capital in the underground arena and used that money to make still more. He was always the observant type, and was quite persuasive, too, not to mention humble and reasonable &mdash; so before anyone knew it, he had already accumulated more Coupons than everyone else in the Fortress combined.</p><!--
              --><p>This accumulated wealth made him a man of high repute amongst his fellow inmates. And just as Wriothesley expected, the hammer of punishment soon came swinging down. In a single night, his Coupon account was emptied in one cruel stroke by the Fortress's administrator.</p><!--
              --><p>But as noted before, Wriothesley had a knack for convincing others. Words have the power to incite, and so long as all residents of the Fortress, rich and poor, understood that they could suffer a similar fate under such management, they would speak up for him. And if he acted in a sufficiently upright manner in a sufficiently impressive setting, others would join with him to fill the void in their hearts.</p><!--
              --><p>As such, he challenged the Fortress' previous administrator to a duel, in the name of fairness, justice, and order. Of course, their respective standings made poor grounds for this fight even at the best of times, but on that day, not a soul, inmate or guard, said a word in protest.</p><!--
              --><p>Very fortunately, said administrator's last-minute flight saved Wriothesley from having to get another person’s blood on his hands. But unfortunately, that day was also the day he would have finished serving his sentence, but with the administrator missing, there was no one to sign his exit papers.</p><!--
              --><p>And so, he walked into the office in the middle of the Fortress, and took over all relevant duties.</p>
|mention3      = Clorinde

|title4        = Character Story 3
|friendship4   = 4
|quest4        = Reborn in the Land of Grievances
|text4         = <p>After he obtained access to old court documents, Wriothesley pulled out his own case file. There wasn't much in it, but even that was already all that the Fontaine authorities had been able to uncover at the time. According to the accounting ledger of his host family, he had been taken in as an abandoned infant &mdash; beyond that, there was no more relevant information.</p><!--
              --><p>While browsing through his file, Wriothesley encountered some names that he had vague impressions of, and some other foggy faces briefly floated into view before fading to the sound of turning pages. Had he been willing, he could have used his connections to discover how these old companions were faring, but he dismissed those thoughts even as they entered his mind.</p><!--
              --><p>To them, he must represent a past they no longer wished to recall, and to him, these names no longer constituted any part of his life. He had a new identity, a new home, and new friends.</p><!--
              --><p>This was a strange experience for him. He'd met and known many people, and of all of them, very few could be considered friends &mdash; and he even knew quite a few who weren't human at all, something he puts down to [[Melusine]]s really enjoying hanging out with humans. Their appearance belies their age, but the goodwill they show humans truly does have an innocence that only one's elders may have, a belief that these young human souls are good-hearted to begin with, and thus worthy of all care and faith in the infinite possibilities their futures hold.</p><!--
              --><p>Wriothesley himself has benefitted from this many times. When he was out on the streets with only the clothes on his back, it was a passing Melusine who gave him some hot soup. When he did not return completely unharmed from his bouts in the ring, [[Sigewinne]] would be waiting to greet him cheerily in the infirmary &mdash; not to mention how the officers of the [[Marechaussee Phantom]] have always been, within legal limits, his greatest help in investigating certain secret affairs.</p><!--
              --><p>As such, he tacitly permits their visits to the Fortress, even if this can sometimes mean unneeded trouble. As for anything they might need to know, the Head Nurse warns them, and there's no need to go into details. In any case, anyone so capable of pasting stickers everywhere while he's not looking is hardly someone whose well-being he needs to worry too much about.</p>
|mention4      = Sigewinne

|title5        = Character Story 4
|friendship5   = 5
|quest5        = Reborn in the Land of Grievances
|text5         = <p>Watching the crimson stain spread across the floorboards, a wildly inappropriate thought entered Wriothesley's mind. How many Melusine officers would it take to investigate all the traces of blood in this place?</p><!--
              --><p>His thoughts then immediately leapt elsewhere. To think that his blood was so like that of those who had deceived him that they could run together, melding effortlessly. How revolting.</p><!--
              --><p>But he had lost all capacity to vomit. Indeed, he could not move a muscle if he tried. Thought and warmth had both faded, and his mind had begun to fill with a seeping, murky fog &mdash; there was nothing in his life till now worth remembering.</p><!--
              --><p>But he did not die. Fate, it seemed, wanted him to live with the burden of sin, and so when he woke up in his hospital bed, both of his hands had been cuffed to the metal rails. A well-dressed woman was looking at him nervously from her distant chair. No doubt, she considered him to be some manner of young psychopath.</p><!--
              --><p>Producing pen and paper, she asked for his name, and he paused for a good long time. His thoughts drifted to an obituary he once saw in the papers, in which there was a person who had lived to a ripe old age bearing a long and complicated name. He didn't particularly like it, but he no longer wished to use the one his foster parents had given him.</p><!--
              --><p>Thus did the woman write "Wriothesley" down, and inform him of his trial date (which was, would you know it, the day the doctors expected him to be able to get out of bed), before hurriedly taking her leave.</p><!--
              --><p>The trial itself went very smoothly, which he was grateful for. The blood he had spilled had stained his hands and taken root in his heart, driving him to yearn for a just conviction. He told all present of the full circumstances around the killing, and even added some details, such that there was no real room for argument in this case. Argue they still did, though, first on the matter of past cases related to orphans in an inconclusive search for any precedent patterns, and then somehow for clemency, believing that the people he'd taken vengeance on were villains themselves in the first place, and that he should thus not have to bear the burden of guilt.</p><!--
              --><p>This background noise did not change the ultimate result of the trial, and no sooner was it over than he was sent beneath the sea to serve time. Before he was to depart, the Gestionnaire in charge of recording his sentence asked him once again for his personal particulars.</p><!--
              --><p>"You're... Wriothesley, then? Your birthday, please."</p><!--
              --><p>"...Today."</p>
|mention5      = 

|title6        = Character Story 5
|friendship6   = 6
|quest6        = Reborn in the Land of Grievances
|text6         = <p>Wriothesley’s mechanical gauntlets have gone through a great many iterations.</p><!--
              --><p>Their origin can be traced back to his escape from his foster home. Given his age and constitution then, it was impossible for him to deal with a single adult, let alone more. As such, he was forced to try his luck on the streets, picking up odd jobs and doing apprenticeships, learning the art of lockpicking and the creation of small gadgets. He wanted to make sure that he would be well-equipped when he finally returned to destroy that accursed place.</p><!--
              --><p>He fashioned a wrist-mounted device that could launch iron nails at high speed, penetrating any sufficiently soft surface. Unfortunately, it had limited uses, and lost all ability to function after a battle, just like him &mdash; and unlike him, it could not be saved.</p><!--
              --><p>In the past, the underground pankration fights of the Fortress of Meropide had neither a fixed venue nor set rules. To win and keep earning, he had to constantly modify his gauntlets, because a trick you used once could be used against you the next time. Furthermore, even if he didn’t render them scrap on the field, they could still be stolen or wrecked in some other way by others. He certainly had to start over countless times.</p><!--
              --><p>Once he had the ability to garner better materials, his progress began to accelerate. He no longer needed to rely on chemicals to power the mechanism, and he would gain the support of professionals hailing from the Fontaine Research Institute. Those researchers enjoyed explaining the principles of mechanics to him even as they bellyached about all sorts of outrageous matters that occurred at the Institute. This, Wriothesley found fascinating &mdash; technological development increased the number of crimes that were committed, but they could also aid in solving them. Was that development then good or bad? That was hard to say.</p><!--
              --><p>At that point, he no longer participated in matches all that often, with the gauntlets being saved for dealing with the trickiest of problems. They no longer took life, and instead brought him great praise and respect.</p><!--
              --><p>But the people of the Fortress also know little of the crime he once committed. The only one who still remembers it like yesterday is Wriothesley himself. And no matter how much glory or repute he has earned, he still considers himself to be the same old Wriothesley he's always known.</p><!--
              --><p>Neither a good person, nor a complete villain. He's just another soul, still living on in this world.</p>
|mention6      = 

|title7        = The Wingalet
|friendship7   = 4
|quest7        = Cataclysm's Quickening
|text7         = <p>"But thusly do the ancient writers concur &mdash; 'Oceans will rise, empires will fall, and the only constant is change.'"</p><!--
              --><p>After dealing with the spies that the Fatui planted, Wriothesley took a bit of a swim in the seas around the Fortress. He spent very little time in there, finding afterward that his skin had flushed a slight red tint, though it returned to normal shortly afterward. He did not go to the infirmary for a checkup, nor did he intend to reveal this to anyone. All manner of recent signs had indicated that the prophecy was gradually coming to pass, and all people, regardless of whether they believed in it or not, had their own views on the matter, and did not really need this extra information.</p><!--
              --><p>He had encountered some inmates with academic research backgrounds, though their numbers were relatively few, and they were prone to mad babbling even when clear-headed. They called this a malady common to all historians, and begged his forbearance in the matter. Wriothesley, of course, did not mind, and indeed, he was very interested in their arguments. And according to some schools of thought, if rising and falling were common in this world, then that great sea that once swallowed [[Remuria]] may perhaps return someday. In that sense, the prophecy was not really a prophecy, then, but was instead the expression of a rational pattern.</p><!--
              --><p>As with many other things, he was somewhat on the fence about this reasoning. The Fortress was no stranger to issues that needed "mediation," with eyewitnesses often giving different testimonies. As such, he would reserve judgment on all records, and especially historical chronicles, for was poetic exaggeration not common practice in such writing? "Even the great dragon beneath the abyssal depths submitted to his power..." And how was anyone to know if this [[Scylla|so-called great dragon]] was not just some very large [[vishap]]?</p><!--
              --><p>Once all embellishments were removed, what still remained were the actual things he needed to take note of.</p><!--
              --><p>Throughout his as-yet unfinished life, Wriothesley has always seemed to be preparing for something. No matter what, he does not wish for people to be ruled by terror. And once the personal element of fear has been removed, what remains is something more akin to a sense of danger. He would like to make some preparations in response to the crisis, even if it might prove futile in the end.</p><!--
              --><p>History is, after all, vast and terrible, and humanity is no more than seashells to be smashed upon the seashore by its great waves. Thus, he began to prepare for the creation of the Wingalet, expending vast resources and employing much manpower, though he did not put more stock into its success. It was a ship designed for fleeing disaster &mdash; an insurmountable chasm lay between it and golden Fortuna, bringer of civilization and glory.</p><!--
              --><p>Nonetheless, if it could indeed serve its purpose, [[Jurieu]] and [[Lourvine]]'s many quarrels would not have been for naught.</p><!--
              --><p>"Thusly do the ancient writers concur &mdash; 'Oceans will rise, empires will fall, and the only constant is change.'"</p>
|mention7      = 

|title8        = Vision
|friendship8   = 6
|quest8        = Reborn in the Land of Grievances
|text8         = <p>Standing before the registration counter at the Fortress, Wriothesley reached into his pocket to produce the sheet of paper that had his name and the length of his sentence on it.</p><!--
              --><p>But out with that sheet also came a glass ball about the size of his palm.</p><!--
              --><p>No, wait, this wasn’t just some random glass ball. Wriothesley blinked. When had he come into possession of this?</p><!--
              --><p>The person at the desk &mdash; a stern-looking lady with a wrinkled face &mdash; gasped, before steadying her shocked expression, gripping her pen tighter. Her lips moved, and moved again, but at last closed.</p><!--
              --><p>"She must have a lot of experience about living here," he immediately thought, and so he did his best to hold the Vision in his palm, before asking in a small voice, "Miss, may I ask..."</p><!--
              --><p>The senior registrar did not reply. She took the slip of paper from him and looked coldly behind him, as if sizing up the next criminal who'd come to register. However, when she had finished filling the necessary information in, she had written something unnecessary in the margins of the documents she passed back to him. "Hide it well."</p><!--
              --><p>Wriothesley realized immediately that life at the Fortress would be even harder than roaming the streets.</p><!--
              --><p>He felt fortunate that he had blocked everyone behind him from seeing what had happened, and more fortunate still that this kind-hearted registrar had been willing to give him a reminder. Sadly, he would not see her again, though this was no surprise, since staff turnover at the Fortress was quite high in those days.</p><!--
              --><p>The first thing he did upon officially entering the Fortress was to quietly unravel a few threads of his clothing before using fine wire to sew his Vision into the space between the layers of fabric.</p><!--
              --><p>He knew a thing or two about being homeless &mdash; certainly, that the biggest problem was never getting a hold of resources, but keeping them. People could not avoid sleeping, and occasionally being defenseless. The things you owned could be taken away with ease once you were asleep, and no one would call it a robbery.</p><!--
              --><p>And a Vision was no ordinary treasure. There were sure to be those who would be interested in it for various reasons, and Vision wielders were often magnets for ill-intentioned gazes.</p><!--
              --><p>In the days that followed, his suspicions would be verified, for in gossip alone he heard of two to three Vision thefts. As for what happened afterward and the fate of the victims, various inconsistent rumors existed that Wriothesley pretended to pay little mind to.</p><!--
              --><p>He still felt quite fortunate, of course, but it was hard to feel genuine happiness at staying safe off the backs of other peoples' tragic fates.</p><!--
              --><p>For a long time afterward, he would pretend that he had not been favored by the gods, and in truth, it was not hard &mdash; merely a return to his scrappy past. He could handle that much.</p><!--
              --><p>This persisted until a time when his age had nearly doubled, and he received an official invitation from the Palais Mermonia.</p><!--
              --><p>Common practice dictated that citizens who were to receive an honorary title must attend an investiture ceremony, and said ceremony was said to be far more involved for the granting of a title such as "Duke."</p><!--
              --><p>Wriothesley tactfully declined attending the ceremony on the grounds of his unique duties, expressing the desire to simply sign and take the relevant certificates. Quite un-Fontainian of him, really, to dislike the spotlight and prefer to just muddle along.</p><!--
              --><p>Many workdays and much correspondence later, the Palais finally agreed.</p><!--
              --><p>Before leaving the underwater stronghold, Wriothesley took his Vision up once more, for the first time in many years. Weighing it in his palm, he found it lighter than before, and smaller to boot. Finding a good spot on his clothes, he hung it there.</p><!--
              --><p>The first to comment on it was the Iudex, who was to bestow the title upon him. [[Neuvillette]]’s smile was suitably polite, but he somehow seemed more pleased than Wriothesley himself. "Congratulations," said the Iudex. "You have found something you wish to do at last, I see."</p><!--
              --><p>Wriothesley smiled back by way of reply, but made no further comment.</p>
|mention8      = Neuvillette
}}

==Namecard==
{{Namecard|Wriothesley: Detention}}

==Constellation==
{{Constellation Lore|Cerberus}}

==Quests and Events==
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==Character Trials==
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==Character Mentions==
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==Trivia==
* Wriothesley is the first Catalyst character to use a {{Cryo}} Vision and the second to use melee attacks with [[hitlag]] akin to that of [[sword]], [[claymore]], and [[polearm]] attacks, after [[Shikanoin Heizou]]. He is also the first 5☆ Cryo male character.
* Wriothesley shares his Chinese voice actor with [[Azhdaha]].
* Wriothesley was a teenager at the time of his trial.<ref>{{Ref/Quest|It's What He Deserves}}</ref> By the time he attained the title of Duke, "his age had nearly doubled,"<ref>{{Ref/CS|Wriothesley|Vision|quote = This persisted until a time when his age had nearly doubled, and he received an official invitation from the Palais Mermonia.}}</ref> and he has held the position for over three years.<ref group="Note" name="Callas">[[Callas]], who died three years prior to the events of the {{Quest|The Truth, Lost With the Rain}}, met Wriothesley as the Duke according to Wriothesley's official character introduction.</ref>
* One of his character stories, "The Wingalet", has quotes from the book [[The History of the Decline and Fall of Remuria]].
* Wriothesley is known by these aliases or titles:
** "Duke" of the Fortress of Meropide
** Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide
** Lord Incognito of the murky depths

===Etymology===
* The name Wriothesley may come from the Wriothesley family, an English noble family. Henry Wriothesley, 3rd Earl of Southampton, was one of the patrons of William Shakespeare who dedicated many of his works to him.  
** Wriothesley's skill description contains a reference to the ending couplet of [https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50643/sonnet-1-from-fairest-creatures-we-desire-increase Sonnet 1 (1609)] written by William Shakespeare, and rumored to be dedicated to Henry Wriothesley.

==Notes==
{{Reflist|note=1}}

==Other Languages==
===Character Title: Emissary of Solitary Iniquity===
{{Other Languages
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|zhs_rm  = Jìzuì de Mìshǐ
|zht     = 寂罪的密使
|zht_rm  = Jìzuì de Mìshǐ
|zh_tl   = Emissary of Solitary Sin
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|fr_tl   = Emissary of Solitary Iniquity
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|vi      = Sứ Giả Tội Danh Ẩn Mật
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|de      = Gesandter der einsamen Sünde
|de_tl   = Envoy of Solitary Sin
|id      = Emissary of Solitary Iniquity
|pt      = Emissário da Culpa Incógnita
|pt_tl   = Emissary of Hidden Guilt
|tr      = Sessiz Günahların Temsilcisi
|tr_tl   = 
|it      = Emissario di colpe silenti
|it_tl   = Emissary of Silent Faults
}}

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