This girl would be the headliner, in spades. Decided to taper off from the RWBY stuff for a bit to give one of my other characters a bit of love, considering how much I loved https://www.deviantart.com/katheread interpretation of my Darkvoir Gabriela it's only fitting I go back to her for the little brat's makeover.


Gabriela Angeal Noirschnee

Alias: The Angel of Death
Heritage: Daughter of the Dark Count of Obsidian City
Age: 34
Weapon of Choice: Dark Void Scythe

Overview
When Gabriela enters a room, she doesn’t need to announce herself — the room already feels smaller, charged with the weight of her presence. Her silver eyes, clear as moonlight on still water, speak of calm intellect and discipline. But those same eyes betray her darker moods; when they ignite with that eerie, turquoise flame, everyone nearby understands why she is called The Angel of Death. She carries the air of someone who has lived through both privilege and pain, someone tempered not only by the battles she’s fought but also by the scars she has claimed as her own.

Heritage & Early Life
Gabriela was born into the shadowed opulence of Obsidian City as the daughter of the Dark Count. From the outside, her upbringing might have looked like one of untouchable wealth, but her family’s affluence did not shield her from the weight of expectations. Unlike her peers — many of whom weaponized wealth and status into arrogance — Gabriela grew up grounded, her humility often at odds with the society she moved through. She understood from an early age that titles and coin mean little when the world measures you by scars, resolve, and the shadows you command.
The mark over her left eye is no affectation; it is the remnant of a fight survived, one of many battles that shaped her path. Rather than conceal it, she wears it openly, a visual reminder that even those born into noble blood are not spared from suffering.

Identity & Transformation
Her story is also one of transformation — not the kind bestowed by magic, but one forged by will. Born Angeal, she transitioned into Angela, adopting a tomboyish aesthetic of button-down shirts, vests, and sharp mafia silhouettes. Dresses and skirts never called to her, and Angela’s presence was as commanding as it was unapologetic.
But Angela was never her final self. At thirty-two, after years of inner struggle, Gabriela confronted the ghosts of her past. On her birthday, she reclaimed the name that once chained her, weaponizing it in defiance. Angeal became her middle name, not erased but carried, a reminder of who she was and how far she had come. To hear her speak it now, with that smug grin and a glint in her eye, is to witness a woman turning a weapon once used against her into armor of her own design.

Aura & Weaponry
Gabriela’s connection to the Darkrai half of her bloodline is unmistakable. Her moods are reflected in her gaze — silver calm one moment, a turquoise blaze the next. The transformation is not merely aesthetic; it is the manifestation of power barely restrained, a spectral energy that makes her opponents hesitate before lifting a blade.
Her Dark Void Scythe is as infamous as its wielder. To see it drawn is to feel the promise of death itself, its sweeping arc as elegant as it is merciless. The weapon became so synonymous with her presence that her epithet, The Angel of Death, spread across Obsidian City like wildfire.

Fashion as Philosophy
Fashion, for Gabriela, has never been a matter of vanity but a language of identity. In her Angela years, she leaned into tomboyish practicality: pressed shirts, waistcoats, and tailored suits. Now at thirty-four, she has circled back to those roots with a matured twist, embracing the mafia-inspired aesthetic of her youth while weaving in markers of her transition and heritage.
Her outfit is not simply attire but narrative:

A deep crimson dress shirt and vest, both drawn from the uniform of her Bed’n’Breakfast, the Bittersweet Bloodrose, where elegance meets practicality.
Suit slacks paired with heeled combat boots, a declaration that she refuses to choose between sophistication and readiness.
A tactical belt at her side, holstering her ever-loyal pocket knife, a nod to her pragmatism.
A fedora adorned with a studded silk ribbon band, tilted with deliberate flair — part elegance, part defiance.
Her longcoat draped across her shoulders, a mantle of authority and memory alike.

Even her crown, a collarbone-spiked symbol of her Darkrai lineage, has been reshaped — shrunken just enough to coexist with the life she has built for herself.
Together, these choices tell a story: the girl she was, the woman she became, and the scythe-bearing Angel of Death she embraces now.

Present Day
At thirty-four, Gabriela carries her age like a badge of honor rather than a burden. In a world obsessed with fleeting youth, she stands unyielding, embodying the truth that resilience and wisdom are the greatest weapons. Through battles both public and private, she has learned that transformation is not a betrayal of one’s past but an embrace of it.
Each morning she steps out into Obsidian City with her longcoat slung over her shoulders, her pocket knife tucked at her side, and that faint, knowing smile fixed beneath her fedora. The world may have changed around her, and she may have changed with it, but at her core Gabriela Angeal Noirschnee remains the same: unbreakable, unapologetic, and unforgettable.