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"...It's been 849 years, and I still remember his face as clear as an untainted piece of snow."

[Name]
'Lady of Eve'
Shieta RaVil

[Title]
Young Duchess of the Esteemed Northern Family
First Lady RaVil

[Age]
~6969

[Gender/Sexuality]
She/Her - Bisexual - Demi

[Personality]
| INTJ-T ~ The Architect | Lawful Neutral | 5w7 |
| Cold | Stubborn | Melancholic | Focused on the Present | Blunt | Hypocritical | Germophobic | Analytical |
| Perfectionist | Alert | Competent | Goal Oriented | Emotionless Robot | Never Forgets |

Despite being one of the oldest living vampires to this day, Shieta is not without flaw. No matter how much she attempts to mask her own flaws and imperfections, she is not an artificial intelligence. She is a hypocrite that is haunted by her own past. Someone who disobeys her own emotions. Plagued by her own dreams at night, and being the only pillar within the scarce Sanguine high society, her mind is constantly stretched to a taut.

Every step she takes is calculated, each move carefully considered and contemplated. In her mind, she’s the queen on a chessboard, moving pieces with precision, always a few steps ahead. More often than not, she truly is the mastermind, orchestrating everything to her will. She strives to be successful, she yearns to be great, to be noticed. Yet after so many long and busy years, after her goal was achieved, she no longer knows where to go.

Her sole duty is to uphold appearances and wield her family’s power as part of the responsibility as the head. But beneath her cold, stone-hard exterior lies a deeper longing—a craving for a connection she cannot have, for a closeness that her mind has long denied her. Her cold stoned heart is no more than a mere wall, a mere obstacle to a warm and tender center waiting to be caved in.

But who will?

[Appearance](Your gowns and suits shall be most stunning for this occasion.):

[Magic]
[Weeping Angels]
Shieta's pupils flashes into an otherworldly color of silver blue. It's almost as if she had become a literal angel. This skill is highly dangerous however. With huge amount of constraints and many criterias to fulfill in order to activate it. Not only does it require Shieta to be completely out of everyone's sight, but she must lock her heart into stone as well. She can only move unbeknownst of everyone while in this robotic like state.

However it's power's are extraordinary.

With one touch, she can revert the other back into another timeframe. What was once a soul numbing injury a fraction of a second ago will appear to be an illusion of the future as the body was reverted to it's healthy previous state. But time doesn't stop right there, if Shieta really wanted to, she could revert time so far back that you could experience your previous injuries that you thought were healed, or heck, she could even revert you back to a infant! The best part, the moment she gets her hands on you, you will be the one frozen to stone.

[Old Arts]
When it comes to herbs, fungus, and casual survival skills Shieta knows it all. From the world's deadliest poison, to the life saving grace of an antidote, there is nothing Shieta can't make. There is no medical skill she does not know nor doesn't have the knowledge of. Whether it would be acupuncture or witch craft all are possible in her hands.

[Stories]
The ignorant may say Shieta was lucky to be born, while the wise may say that it was an unfortunate case of events. But for Shieta to be born in the sheer cold and barren Dukedom of the North must be a case where the stars align. Afterall, the night that she was born, there were whispers murmuring down the halls saying that she must've been cursed! Of course she must be! After all, what other explanation there is for the reason why the sudden fall of a famine onto the territory? What other reason were there for a huge snowstorm to wash over the land?

For a infant born in the isolated cold, Shieta RaVil was like a blank canvas blending in within the fields of snow. Unblemished and pure.

Her following days, Shieta grew up into a respectful first lady of the RaVil Dukedom. With the way she poised herself, to her extraordinary intelligence, she obviously shone above the ordinary. Then years later, another miracle appeared. Duchess RaVil birthed her second child. It was Yevgeny RaVil, Shieta's beloved younger brother. He was like the warm spring within Shieta's barren blank canvas, splashing various colors with optimism.

Many happy years passed just like that, as peaceful as it began, but soon an horrible misfortune struck the RaVil household on the day of their daughters debutante ball. in her dreams, Shieta could remember that night even till this day, as it haunts her every night. It was a rare heavy rain instead of snow, it plastered heavily against the guarded walls as elegant music swayed within the ballroom. Suddenly, the music stops, suddenly the heavy door banged open with hundreds of armored men.

That night, the RaVil Dukedom fell into shambles. Not only did their business fell from their peak, but each and everyone of their allies turned their back against them. Not a single soul dared to help the prideful family of the RaVil. Afterall, who would? Not when their father was a prideful and narcissistic figure who had his nose pointed towards the sky, blaming any imperfection upon other. Not when their first daughter might as well be a porcelain doll with the way she held herself. The Duchess and first son weren't relevant enough for anyone within the Sanguin noble society to step forward and reach an hand out.

So as quick and the snow came, their household that has been standing before the beginning of time fell quicker than the snow melted.

In a attempt to fix this situation, Shieta's father went crazy, using every emergency source of material within his hands to mend what he pride himself in. But rather than making the situation better, it just added gasoline to the fire, making them a joke within the laughing crowd. Any attempt felt like pouring water into a leaking bucket.

Duchess RaVil, having had enough of this mess, broke. Each following night after her daughter's debut felt like hell to her. Her own rich silver hair became shriveled, and it looked like she aged her whole lifespan away, trying to deal with this ordeal. Not only did she had to take care of her still young son, but she also had to deal with her deranged husband. Her daughter whom she used to be fond of suddenly felt alienated to her. It felt like all of her bad luck that she has experienced throughout her life originated from her first daughter.

Suddenly a thought came into her head. What if she ran away? Just her and her son? All they need is a few change, some food and a carriage and she could immediately leave this sickly cold, barren, and isolated land and head into the warm, and bright countryside. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became.

Until one night, she decided to put her plan into action. She took sleepy Yevgeny by the hand and leaded him quietly out of the barren household. The manor was already devoid of servants except for a few loyal servants and knights. So in the middle of the night where almost all of the staff were in their dormitory sleeping, their soft footsteps were left unnoticed. Yevgeny, however was confused.

Where was his mother leading him? Where were they going in the middle of the night? Where was his sister? Many questions were on the verge of spilling out if it weren't for his mother shushing him with a stern look. However no matter how secretive they were, they would have never imaged who was waiting for them at the gate.

Shieta stood on the opposite end quietly watching her mother stand their in shock. Neither of them said anything. Just as her mother attempted to open her mouth and spit out an excuse, Shieta opened the gate.

She allowed them to leave. She, was the one who allowed the birds to come out of their cage. And she was the bird that willingly let herself stay in the cage. Afterall, there was no way in hell that their father would let them all go. So Shieta allowed herself to stay here. For the sake of her dear younger brother's happiness, she allowed herself to be chained within. It's not like her brother fitted the cold anyways.

Just as Shieta expected, her father was angry when he found out that his wife and son ran away. HIs face became red and his spit flew everywhere, but Shieta stayed composed. She had a plan in mind. It was alright if her mother couldn't free alongside her brother. It's alright if the RaVil household fell.

All Shieta needed to do, was to rebuild it with her very own hands.

This is this story of how a caged bird clawed its way to its own freedom.

[Reputation]
It was unbeknownst of everyone when this scheme came into fruition. After all who would pay attention to a poor young girl that came from a fallen noble household? Through years of planning and strategic maneuvers, Shieta became known as the first lady who usurped the seat of head of an noble household on the eve of the blood moon. Thus later on becoming known as 'The Lady of Eve'.

[Song]
Bernadette - IAMX
"Winding down our emotions
Family and friends becoming ghosts of dream of
And pass on, time will erase every face, every name
We are alone, no-one to blame"

[Other]

Palpad:
I don't think I have a choice! :D