The Twilight Queen

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Winter Sovereign

 Power

Twili (Twilight Realm)

Control - Halsey

TITLE/NICKNAME: Queen Sovereign | Twilight Queen | Her Majesty | Madam Sov 
RACE: Twili
AGE: 384 Y
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Asexual

PERSONALITY

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: Oh tortured soul, a heart once pure of gold ; Sorrow and grief have tarnished a once pure hope with the intoxicating bite of poisoned hate. Lethargic, the enigmatic presence bleeds through, corrupting, tearing asunder the perfected veil of purity and allowing the burning gire to seep within stalwart grace. It claws, digs to fester and bury deep under the skin, glissading skeletal fingers through malign carcass to permeate and destroy the innocence lost in cruel rapture. Though radiant and scorching upon first approach, malignant and vexing in a glance, there is still an unwavering kindness about her soul. Though she may try to be harsh, to be a thorough monstrosity for the simple sake of survival, she is unable, incapable within her programming to destroy so freely, to act so harshly to those who she seeks to bestow mercy even in her self imposed path to destroy herself. 

The fearful souls...those with no weapons to wield and she would so willingly become a martyr for, a sacrificial lamb to be lead to slaughter to save but a single face, a solitary name and save from the hardships in which she herself once faced. Loss was something that never truly heals, an instigating pain that is never satiated by the passing ripples of time as so many assure. Comforting lies are not sweetly fallen from her cherub lips, only bitter truths of the melodious affliction that slowly eats away at the spirit and weakens the body, the mind into numb paralysis. It was like a neuron-toxic, a deadly bite administered to her heaving breast from the moment she lay eyes upon the fresh corpses who still wreaked of singed hair and flesh. Slowly, surely, she shuts down, the dim flicker within her gaze dulling, dying with each passing day. A raging fire nothing more but smoldering embers.

No motivation, no self-preservation lingers within her, though her masquerade hides well what lay 'neath the surface where she furiously struggled to simply stay afloat. Sleep eludes her, staying just a single step, tauntingly out of her desperate grasp some nights. It leaves her thoughts raw, each one like raking nails over open flesh to claw at the nerves hidden just out of sight. Her mind is cruel, a sick repetition of the traumatic night playing without mercy in each dream she dares to seek. No longer does she yearn for the escape of reality, no longer does she wish to open her eyes to a new day, another wretched moment within this existence. A once pure and holy thing was stripped bare, ravaged ruthlessly by those that would see her dead; her hope. The loyal optimism had been torn from her youthful frame, a far more devastating occurrence than that which marred her flesh. Her body had mended, healed and all that remained upon it was the thin, ropy scar. Childish wonder and bemusement, however, had been slain in cold blood, a murder most foul.

Her training, her teachings to lead had robbed her of her child-hood, leaving no time for other lessons to be learned within life, and while she portrays a serious demeanor to those whom require it without thought, it does without saying that others may see a different front. An act, a facade of stoic disinterest and coldness is always erect, sorrows, vexations hidden masterfully behind the porcelain of her mask as she interacts with the very few souls who may have the fortune or misfortune or coming into contact with the woman. She is no stranger to the children, to the women as she helps in every sense possible from numerous chores to simply playing and occupying those of younger nature. It is often wondered by many how a woman so cruel...so wrathful and destructive can display such unwavering kindness and charity...how a bird once flapping furiously to take flight has had its wings clipped...

Sweet angel of twilight...just how far will you fall?


LIKES: 



Quiet Areas: Silence is a virtue that Winter herself truly enjoys. Often times she would lock herself away in a nice quiet room and simply sit there for countless hours thinking and planning for the future. The hustle and bustle of most villages and kingdoms are of stale taste to the Twilight Queen.


Working Out: Others tend to make the mistake of thinking The Queen is a simple monarch sitting in the lap of luxury getting fed from a silver platter..and while some may be correct in assuming so, Winter herself has always been something of a tomboy in the sense she enjoys more masculine things. Underneath her regal clothing is a rather toned body which should not be underestimated. Those thighs can crush watermelons...you've been warned. 


Reading: She is a book worm despite her cold and callus exterior. She prefers to keep her wits sharp and like a blade to limestone books are a tool she uses to sharpen her mind...and maybe every once and a while read something romantic. Though she'd never admit it. 


DISLIKES:

Disrespect: A very simple dislike, but Winter treats everyone she meets with dignity and respect. And while she expects nothing in return despite being royalty she will not stand to be disrespected for little to no reason. A quirk that has always bothered her since she was a girl, Winter does not respond well to this. 

Lack of Drive: A dislike that comes from a very personal place, Winter dislikes seeing others give up on their dreams because of things like personal weakness or lack of drive. It is something that has always bothered her for a reason that is unknown to her...despite this being a dislike, it is also a good thing for her because she is willing to help others achieve their goals and desires if they interest her or align with her own. 

Spineless Cowards: Winter, ever since she has become Queen has despised those with no backbone. Cowards and traitors are among her most hated kinds of people almost to the point of murderous intent. She cannot bring herself to tolerate it and it can sometimes lead to others thinking she is cruel or brutal. 


MOTIVATIONS:

Salvation of the Twili: First and foremost Winter is a Queen, a symbol to her people and a beloved icon to all those under her. And while they are satisfied with their current state Winter is not and is dedicated towards the restoration of her people by any means necessary. 

Safety of her Daughters: As a mother, Winter is fiercely protective over her daughters and can often be related to a 'Momma Bear'. And those who know The Queen know just what awaits them should they lay so much as a slanted gaze upon her babies. 

Power: Winter desires power for one reason and one reason only...to protect those who have put their faith in her. Her daughters, her people, and her allies. Despite her cold demeanor and brutal nature, anyone who has known her for a long time will know that she is a woman of integrity. She knows it takes power to incite change and power to protect those around her. A trait that has gained her much respect as a Queen. 


FEARS:

Betrayal: Winter fears betrayal given it is initially how she got into power. Her family was slaughtered by traitors in their ranks and now she is extremely paranoid and rarely lets anyone but her most trusted family friends close to royal business. Going as far as to gut the royal council and handle all decisions and politics on her own. 

Death: A very simple fear that haunts her every time she goes into battle. While most warriors would boast that they are not afraid to die Winter knows the truth and fears is accordingly. For it is by fear of death that she continues living no matter the cost. 

Her People In Trouble: As a Queen Winter is extremely protective of the Twili and Twilight Realm. So much so that any threat made to them will often result in an instant fight or all out war. She treats every Twili like her own child and does not take kindly to them being in any sort of danger. 


HISTORY:

Mother of Twilight

Oh Mother of Twilight; What tragedies lay fleshed out with sin and malice, painted in ethereal shame - eternal glory and sultry lust. grandeur schemes of malignant, ill minds that simper with the very thought of commitment, of adulterated famish of the throne. A perilous game, a damning vexation that draws man, woman, and beasts alive to their grim fates. A cutthroat world of unimaginable malice through the fair looking glass.

A soul once oppressed by the heavy weight of loneliness and suffering crawls out from the darkness into blinding light. Born from the blood of the cursed and oppressed by the virtuous one woman shook off the chains of bondage to reach to the skies. This being took on the mantle of responsibility to become a shepherd among the lost and downtrodden. Shining down upon the licentious they scattered the sinful like maggots and took on the burden that became the rebirth of a people...a culture. 

That being was known as Sovereign and with her glorious fortitude she banished the false order to make way for cleansing twilight, carving out a place among traitorous garbage for her precious children. Pride shattered for glory, but above all beyond the thick and towering monoliths and city walls that protect and seal nations from the outside one might say The Queen has bred a vicious collection of disciplined and well-mannered monsters.

The Broken Throne

I was born, a fleeting glimpse of happiness, and of untold, bitter sorry left unquenchable to my father's pure and noble heart. My mother perished beneath the stars that night, a beautiful nova in her own right, I am always told. She was a virtuous maiden, a heavy heart and mind resting upon her judged both a gift and a curse, a flaw and perfection in the same breath. Our father raised us, small children, remaining connection with the woman he had loved so endearingly, so tenderly that she was unsure of how such a thing was possible. Despite my birthing, I was raised a relatively normal child, running, racing the wind and challenging the unnatural state of our Realm of Twilight.

Deep within the bosom of the palace, we carved ourselves anew in destiny. Blithe, our untarnished faerie tale met an abrupt, horrifying ending. The smoggy trails of acrid smoke stroked the skies, the scent of burning, of death crept within my nostrils, burning my lungs until I spat it out in fervid acrimony and disgruntled dismissal. I was trained, a warrior within my own right, but lacking the heart - the will - to carry out the lingering blow of demise to any who befell my blade. In memoirs past, perhaps it truly was my doing, my wretched fault for having such an affliction as conscious.

Mayhaps my mercy to another had forsaken my people to the ruination we now face. Our elders they stole from us, the women they reaped from us, and the children they buried within the hovel, shadows of their deepest nightmares. Their piercing screams rend me from the insides out, twisting gluttonous innards into a squirming mess of putrid snakes that claw their ways out with malignant torment.

In the blink of an eye, the flutter of sultry lashes, we are a dying people.

There is no returning to the blissful peace we had known.

War. War was upon us. Mutiny within our own ranks had forsaken us. 

Ice & Blood

The palace was alight, and my people are dying. All around me, I hear them, screams, malignant remnants of past occurrences that refuse to leave my mind unhindered. The memories burn, and yet I cannot stop them from running my mind in unstoppable trek over and over again. I can still almost taste the smoke of the fires, I can feel the heat, the warmth of my blood as it drips across my pale  azure flesh. My back burns, but my whimpers, my cries of pain, have long since been silenced by the numbing slash of realization, of anguished knowing. Without even the slightest of news, the sorrowed looks of those who came to retrieve me spelled to my already grieving heart all that I need know. 'How- how many? How many are gone?'

My voice caught within my throat, trapped bird wings helplessly beating against the cage of my ribs to escape past my lips in fluttering, fluctuating volume. They look between them again, only silence is my answer. They bring me to the covered bodies, bestowed by rosaries of grandeur where already shamans and priestesses are giving out funeral wrights to those departed to the great afterlife. Among them, I recognize their frames, the broken, mangled corpses seared by fire and the glistening raze of tempestuous titania steel. Blood and burns. Pain and fear. They warped them, they perverted them. They were destroyed.

And I was alone.

They would never come back to me. We were being hunted...beauty slain in cold blood. To those on the outside...we were merely monsters. My family was...taken from me. As were my closest supporters. 

Aftermath

I was left to the throne, to inherit the crumbling kingdom that was self-destructing all around me. I was combed, groomed as the newest heir when I had had none of the tedious lessons of my eldest sister. She was supposed to be in my shoes, a proud, strong woman of composure and grace. She followed in the steps of our father, a benevolent king with an iron fist and a heart of fire.

He was impassioned, compassionate, driven - as was she. She deserved to be here, and I deserved to be with them, deep within the gaping maw of the twilight. I can feel it even now, eager to consume me, to bury me within its embrace until I smother in a whole as I was with this now almost But instead...i was dethroned. Deposed and banished by those who would see my family slain... 

But something rose within my aching heart...i would not subjugated to such insolence...i would not remain on my knees and bow to false power...i was was not just some girl to be taken advantage of..When the Twili of the past sought to destroy us, my family protected the Twilight Realm. And in the end...they all bowed before my ancestors. We showed them mercy and offered them a home amongst the us... And now, all this time later they meet that mercy with betrayal. Now, they will feel my wrath! Without mercy each and every one of them felt the coldness that had settled into my heart...the beautiful and fair princess turned into something ugly...a monster in every sense of the word as she offed the traitors to her family one by one as the years passed. Seizing control over the throne that was rightfully hers. 

Winter Sovereign...bows to no one. 

Long Live The Queen

I now lead, a kind-hearted Queen to my followers, but a foe to be reckoned with in my own right. No longer am I the naive child whom believed in the cherished stories of faerie tales woven and spun by my father to keep the wool placed fresh and tender over my innocent eyes. No. I am very well aware of the vicious world that lay before me, under me with merciless, gnashing maw, oh so eager to have me torn and strewn in bloody ruin upon the earth. A once soft femme had been warped, portrayed by the huntress moon as little more than nameless Artemis wrapped in the mirth of phantom shadows.

A nameless, faceless fiend who prays upon those solitaire watch. No one stays safe from the blade of rapture and vengeance, a cruel fate that I have been condemned to. Within the shadows my Blades of Wrath sing, a hymn of purest redemption, a sinister aria of tasted sanguine wine followed by the peaceful strum of delicate, damaged vocal chords. My realm may of changed. No longer do i sit on a fancy throne in some cobblestone castle...no now I operate in the world of secrets and chaos...

I am a spider, a spider at weaving a very large web...a web with thousands of threads and i know precisely how each and every one of them dances. To long have i lived in the shadow of my older sister...perfect big sister. I was the weak one...But now i am in control of the game... One would do well not to underestimate my reach...nor my influence. A woman I may be, but a slave? A prisoner? Death will kiss my lips before-hand.

Watch yourselves...dishonored souls. This is the beginning of the end...and i cant wait, to watch you burn.

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5ft11
WEIGHT: 225lbs


APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION: Purity of light with a gentle kiss; Malicious artistry, ephemeral strokes of magnificent alabaster upon the bleached surface of grinning bones. Malignant remnant of era past, primeval, elegant gore beneath the savage light of the swinging pendulum, silver, ethereal within the bruised ombre of the gluttonous skies. Wisps of silvern-white, embellished in a flurry of silk strands, grasping, entangling languid paramour with the silent begging, the whispers of longing, moans of deceit. More, more, more! Elusive witch, Monster of avid affections, the immaculate tongues of angels doth traverse, wander over perfected flesh and flawless gaze. Icy, crystalline under the gaze of watchful, observant eye spying havoc upon little light. She bleeds, immortality; she sings, hymns of the demonic divine. She, an idol of righteous purity and martyrdom, a solitary flaw. Spider veins wept, tears of malice, of sanguine wine upon the bare of fair porcelain back, china cracked and irrevocably repaired over the span of years. Still, the imperfection lies, nestled endearingly upon the slight dip betwixt lithe, feminine shoulders.

Many have always questioned the carnal shape of a beast, the glorious platinum gleam, swathed in the porcelain ash fur that covers her stilt-like legs in soft velvet. Her eyes are sharpened into moon-like fervor which pierce the moons gaze with an attentive precision granted by the animalistic instincts which so furiously take one over. That birthmark placed upon her forehead as if distinguishing her from the others.

Eyes so cold. A body so fragile it looks like glass...the woman is sometimes mistaken for a doll, soft to the touch and pretty to look at...a flaw in her design? Or perhaps a genius evolution of the beast. After all, who would fear a monster if it was disguised as an angel?

STATISTICS

Every new member will start with eight (8) points. Please use the words to indicate your stat level and NOT the numbers.

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Below average is 1 point.
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Strength: Above Average 
Speed: Above Average
Stamina: Poor
Mana: Above Average
Intelligence: Above Average

MAGIC

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MISC.

PLAYER ALIAS: Sov
FACE CLAIM: The Queen -- Destiny
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[Zelda Hyrule]

What a well written app! I really enjoy the face claim and the idea behind her!
Just so you are aware, because the spots for princess and king are still open, if/when those roles are filled, I will send them your way to plot with you on how your characters may be acquainted.

Because your app is very well done, you are awarded 4 extra stat points to put in however you choose! When you have finished, please let me know and I will lock and move your app. Once that is done, you are free to make your equipment, RP, etc.!