Backstory
When Porzellan was alive, going by the name of Hania, she grew up in a stunning household consisting of tall marble pillars and stairways she always hated climbing. Everything was bright, blindingly white almost, and she was considered dazzling as well. Since the day she was born, her resemblance to her mother was not debatable, she was naturally beautiful. Her mother had passed early enough to not be remembered by her daughter. Her father, remaining, was the one person she could not bring herself to forget as an unruly person, but frankly her mother would’ve treated her the same.
Her father was a successful businessman, constantly rising in his endeavors and known to create something out of nothing, innovative as can be. Seeing prowess in his daughter and raising her to be as calculated as he was, he enlisted her in all kinds of shows as a child, acting as a sort of manager(or dance mom) towards her. She grew up used to seeing her face in commercials, billboards, appearances in shows, dances, art studios, and so on. To her it was easy, she liked being good at things, but too much of a good thing becomes detrimental with time. She was tired of the life of a child star early on, and whenever she expressed disinterest in an upcoming investment, it was never heard out. Whatever her father decided was to benefit both of them financially, but what they brought in wasn’t as necessary as a normal parent/child dynamic. So, already desensitized, an accidental misstep at the familiar stairs at home did not phase her even when the fall was ultimately fatal. By now Hania knew her father would be upset at her recklessness rather than worrying about her well-being, so if she could pass away, that would be ideal she thought. Would she be missed by her instructors, directors,her father included, or would her contributions be missed? If all adults were this detestable, lacking unconditional care towards children, she didn’t care if she’d never grow up.
Still, as her life slipped away, she recalled one detail of her life. While being raised by her father, anytime she was working, he had a woman by his side. It wasn’t her that had any significance to Hania, but the half sibling she’d briefly seen. She wasn’t permitted to ask her father questions to begin with, but he hadn’t been careful enough to properly hide letters and photos he’d taken behind the scenes with his second family. Even when she’d found out, Hania did not bring it up, nor did she exactly care for her sibling. She’d had thoughts along the lines of “My father must be kinder to her”, “Is my hard work going towards her?”, and, on her death bed she realized; “Will she be next to live my life?” That thought alone haunted her, and sibling or not, she didn’t want anyone else to live a life taken for granted like hers.
When Porzellan grew up in her own spiritual sanctuary, similar to Carambola’s starry space, her spirit was likewise dormant in the body of her half sibling, Beau. Unfortunately, Beau’s life wasn’t a regular one compared to their older sister’s performative one, Porzellan’s legacy being one that Beau couldn’t live up to no matter how hard their father wanted it to be so, enduring a life of many failed opportunities. He must’ve recognized it from the beginning, Porzellan was the type of magical person that would only last her lifetime, so there was no faith in Beau. Even so, Porzellan returned.
With Beau’s lack of self esteem compared to the image of their unknown sister, someone who’s true face they’d never seen out of films and photos, they never hated Porzellan, but felt perhaps she should’ve been the one to continue living. Perhaps that thought alone permit them to switch beings, with Porzellan back into the world of the living in an ornate appearance, grown up. Learning that her afterlife wasn’t meant to be spent in solitude watching Beau’s life become worse, she felt she was brought back to fix it, and ultimately to stop her father from being such a misleading person in the lives of others. With Beau’s permission, since that day she’d taken full control of their body and ran away. Since then, Beau was deemed missing and part of her father’s reputation faltered, as well as his composure as rumors began that someone reminiscent of Hania was in their town. She was careful enough not to be seen by many, trying not to involve herself with strangers, but her occasional kindness still connected her with others she happened to meet. It was a perfect setting, where she could tamper with her father’s life, and Beau would be safe in Porzellan’s sanctuary until a safer life was set in stone for them.
Porzellan intended to destroy the credibility of her father and undo his successes, seeing as for years he’s profited off her death in many forms; memoirs, books, speaking at events, and so on. It was sickening, and even when Beau was missing, their father gladly accepted pity from others and the opportunities that came with it. Such a person shouldn’t exist she thought, but to make his life worse, she only had so much she could do without becoming unmerciful herself. Seeing another magical girl with a goal to fulfill, Carambola, Porzellan began to reconsider her plans.
Carambola was earnest in her plans, simply to make her family get along and protect them, while Porzellan cared for her sibling yet wished despair upon her father. In a more tangible form, she’d spent her time with a duo that undoubtedly recognized her visage from her famed childhood, Satie and Fabel. The two had ties to an underground group that targeted the politically corrupt and messed with them discreetly. Hearing of Porzellan’s goals, they figured if any dirty work needed to be done against her father, even on a larger scale, they would gladly do it for her considering the power and influence her father had. To take down someone like him would be not only a success for Porzellan and her sibling, but others wanted to celebrate it with her. With such a dangerous attack being planned, as much as the scale of violence is not something Carambola would fully agree with, Porzellan is certain it’s what she must do with her second chance. That said, to Porzellan, those who get in the way of things must not be on the side of justice.
