Name: Franziska von Karma
Age: 18
Gender: Female (she/her)
Race: Human (German)
Appearance: Short gray-blue hair with small bangs swept to one side, light blue eyes, pale skin, and a small beauty mark under her right eye. (her left) She wears black gloves, small heeled boots, and form-fitting leggings. She wears a black vest with gold trimming and two blue gemstones on the connecting pieces. A white undershirt with poofy sleeves, and wrist cuffs both with two more gems, facing outward, and a bow on her neck (with yet another gem placed in the middle) with a frilly bit under it (think 1800s neck frill, but with a bow) and carries a whip at all times.
Background: She is a prosecutor, and became one at 13. Known as "the prodigy" for obvious reasons, she is obsessed with perfection. At a young age, perfection was ingrained in her mind by her father, who settles for no less. She's tough, mean, and authoritative, whipping anyone who dares to disobey her. But of course, that isn't the real her, no matter how much she insists that it is.
She's deathly afraid of her father, but who wouldn't be? And the only thing that kept her even vaguely her own person, was her brother, of whom she loves very much.
Due to her perfectionism, she can't handle loss of any kind, breaking down, possibly out of fear, or out of shame. But she has to keep a tough persona. Nothing can get through to her, nope, nothing at all!
Other: She has a scar in her left shoulder (her right)
Self-care, but no self-preservation.
Give her emotional surgery. Break down her walls. Make. Her. Cry.