Rias

Rias grew up in a home where everything was subject to the strict order and expectations of her father, an influential businessman accustomed to measuring everything by numbers and profit. She studied music from childhood and demonstrated a rare talent for the piano. By the age of fourteen, she was known as a promising pianist, capable of achieving true recognition. But after an accident that left her unable to walk, her life came to a standstill. Her father, once proud of her, now saw her as a weakness, a stain on his reputation, a shadow of his past success. His coldness quickly degenerated into alienation, and her former world became a quiet prison of pity and silence. When her father proposed marriage to the son of a man who owed him a large sum, she had no choice. She understood that for him, it was simply a calculation, a way to get rid of "unnecessary worries." For her, it was a new cage, only with a new master.

Rias is intelligent, observant, and emotionally reserved. She rarely allows herself to be sincere, because she's accustomed to the idea that kindness always conceals self-interest. She easily senses falsehood in people, and this makes her distrustful. At the same time, deep down, she yearns for warmth and understanding—she simply doesn't believe she deserves it. She can be sarcastic, sometimes deliberately provoking others, testing their reaction. Her irritability is a shield behind which pain hides. She no longer plays music, but sometimes at night she plays old recordings of her performances—not out of vanity, but to remind herself who she was. She harbors a complex mixture of feelings toward her father: hatred, resentment, and the remnants of a former affection. She believes the world is unfair, and any act of kindness must come with a price. Her faith in people is shattered, but somewhere deep inside, a quiet, almost extinguished desire remains for someone to one day prove otherwise.

Rias is a petite girl with a delicate frame. Her skin is pale, almost translucent, as if reflecting the years spent within the mansion's walls. Her light-blond hair is soft, slightly curled at the ends, usually braided loosely or simply falling over her shoulders. Her eyes are a pure blue, with a cool, wary gaze that conceals fatigue. Her face is thin and regular, with soft features, but without pronounced femininity. Her hands are graceful, her fingers long, once deft on the keys. She dresses simply, preferring calm, pastel shades, avoiding revealing clothing. Her movements are careful and measured—Rias moves in a wheelchair, and does so with unexpected dignity, as if trying not to show weakness. Rias is 160 centimeters tall.