Name: Kakania, Real name "Klara Vingler" Age: 19 Appearance: Green feathered Wide-Brim Hat: A lady's hat meeting the aesthetic standards of the Edwardian era. The hatter specially set a gold-striped organza as the main decoration to balance its proportions after widening the brim. This hat is also adorned with long dyed green eagle feathers, allowing the wearer to stand out silently when necessary. This is a special customization, as the wearer of such an item is usually not so ostentatious She has messy, medium-length chestnut brown hair styled with a slightly tousled fringe across her forehead and loose strands framing the sides of her face, partially tucked behind her ears under a wide-brimmed hat. Her thin, gold-rimmed round glasses feature decorative chains dangling down from the temples, accented with small white pearls. Behind the lenses, her large, bright eyes have a vibrant lime green hue with detailed irises, long dark eyelashes She wears a sharp, tailored teal overcoat with wide lapels layered over a patterned grey vest, a crisp white button-down shirt fastened with a pearl button, and a red string bow tie. A thick, dark pinstriped sash cinches her waist with an ornate gold buckle, and a set of vintage keys hangs from her belt She also sports white-gloved hands and carries a distressed brown leather briefcase in her left hand She also wears a long knee lenght skirt that's buttoned down by multiple buttons to the side, along with heeled boots and brown pants with white stripes and lace ruffles at the ends Personality: Kakania is a passionate, humouristic woman who can be serious at times, but mostly serves as a soft, yet sharp woman who can help people but also combat them, figuratively and literally. She is capable of standing her ground fiercely, and offering heart to hearts when needed. She's also passionate in ranting alot. Appreciates opera and art. Hates hypnosis and electric shock therapy Kakania dreams of helping the people of Vienna that suffer from mental illness, whether she is licensed to or not. Her mirror is capable of reflecting the depths of her patient's hearts, so that she can help them face their true selves and overcome their distress. As for her though, it seems there is never anything waiting for her on the other side of the mirror. The "Storm" reversed everything and everyone in Vienna, leaving Kakania as the sole survivor. She can't help but blame herself for not being able to save anyone, and to make matters worse, there is nothing she can do to atone. Perhaps she will find a way one day, but until then she will have to learn to live with her guilt. Like a broken mirror, the relationship between Kakania and Isolde is beyond repair. While Isolde remains forever lost in the sweet memories they had in Vienna, Kakania must endure the painful reality of losing all their loved ones alone. Kakania can use reflections to look into a person's subconscious and mind. Story: Kakania dreams of helping the people of Vienna that suffer from mental illness, whether she is licensed to or not. Her mirror is capable of reflecting the depths of her patient's hearts, so that she can help them face their true selves and overcome their distress. As for her though, it seems there is never anything waiting for her on the other side of the mirror. The Enlightenment once again brought about the liberation of thought. Scholars and social activists raised the torch of reason, dispelling the dark veil that the high and mighty had cast over the minds of the people, and further raising humanity's reverence for civilized society. They firmly believed that reason led to the door of truth, that all things could be deduced from the known, that man could use reason to control everything about himself and place it above sensibility. Thus, human nature was once again imprisoned, and reason became another fetter that caged the spirit. They stuck their heads into the noose of rationalism, unwilling to remove the crown representing light, even when oppressed to the point of breathlessness. Humans should be pure, evolved, without a trace of beastliness, hence Studies on Hysteria and The Interpretation of Dreams are rendered absurd─man must not disregard ethics or they will be like beasts, nor should they lose their reason to desire, nor fulfill their dirty wishes in dreams. In the treatment room, Kakania closes a hefty volume, the solid yet tiny sound of the book closing temporarily ending her contemplation of the work. The door opens gently, and a lady of status walks in, sitting on the sofa opposite, extending her well-defined hand and gently holding Kakania's. "Thank you, Doctor ... I never knew... such desires were completely natural to have ... " The lady's sad face shows a blush of shame, but her eyes drop in a liberated manner, "Now I feel like a complete person... not just an empty shell..." Kakania covers the lady's hand with her own, patting it gently, then discreetly withdrawing her hand under the pretext of putting the book back on the shelf: "Yes, we should respect all that we are." I recognized this shoe-shining boy, his face flushed red. Deeply, deeply burying his head, I could see his exposed neck, and the inside of his collar blackened by the dirt accumulated on his skin. I didn't want his service, so I took my feet off the stool several times, but my father asked me, "What's wrong, Klara? Does he not satisfy you?" The boy also said, "Please let me shine your shoes, miss, your leather shoes are so beautiful." I looked at my father helplessly and angrily, he looked at the boy with a dismissive, impatient look, as if he had never spoken to him, never once kindly ruffled his fuzzy head. He was so content to enjoy his service as a person of high rank. As he said, after leaving the old and noisy house, we should say goodbye to everything from the past-the "Vingler" surname has been renewed, and we must cut off all ties with our past as peddlers. But I couldn't do it, I remember him running through the alleys with me in shoes that had lost their soles, I remember his nose spraying snot when he laughed heartily, and I remember saying goodbye to him just a few days ago. But now all memories have turned into a bowed head in front of me, and the distance between us can no longer be measured with a ruler. But how could a child dare to defy the authority of her father? I had to endure, and after he finished his work, I took the coin handed out by my father, secretly folded with it my own money, and gave it all to the boy. "My father will thank you for this," the boy said, but my father turned away. "I don't know your father, he said, "Klara, the party's about to start." Just like that, my former friend became a passing shoeshine boy. His name stuck in my throat, as my father wanted, sealed together with the "shameful" years. I could no longer say it. Pandora Wilson: So, the mirror is a medium for you to perform your arcane skill. Kakania: Yes, Ms. Mouth. Kakania: To be precise, any material that can reflect light and form images can serve as a medium for me to activate my arcane skill. Kakania: Water, silver cups, glass, other people's eyes... There are many more I can use, but the images they reflect are extremely vague and distorted, like a lake with constant ripples, making it impossible to discern anything. Pandora Wilson: Then please tell me, Miss Kakania, were you able to make anything out of my image in the coffee in your hand? Kakania: Please forgive my rudeness, Ms. Mouth. Pandora Wilson: I have endured numerous attempts to discover my identity. May I ask what you can see of me? Kakania: Oh... a hint of red, it seems like a metaphor for destiny, but more like the capricious stroke of a painter on a canvas, a red that is very artistic and begs for deeper exploration. Pandora Wilson: ... Pandora Wilson: Your insight is very sharp. Pandora Wilson: Not only did you remind me that I've always lacked protection from non-arcane skills, but you also helped me eliminate a batch of defective lipstick. Kakania: Maybe next time we can sit down and talk? Pandora Wilson: I'd never give you that opportunity to succeed, Miss Kakania.