Keziah the White Queen

[Φueen Keziah]

♥Welcome to the Dark Side of the Moon♥
You had better be gaping in awe!

Behind the RPer
Nickname: Lean
Age: turning 20<3
Gender: female
How can we reach you: PM, please, or the cbox. I’m a chatterbox myself! Admins however may email me, if the necessity arises.
RP Experience: 10 years…

Your Character
Name: Keziah Maion
Age: 2071
But by heaven above, I’ll never look it.
Gender: Female
by action as well as appearance!
Play By: Yuko from xxxHolic
Loyal to: Why, myself of course.
The Queen!
Occupation: Ahha. Does the crown on my head not make it obvious?
I am jury, queen, and courtesan, the beautiful White Queen.
If you are not familiar with my face,
then I should have your face removed.

Likes:
Lillies
Being spoiled
Chess
Herself & her children
Winning
Her own opinions
Riddles
Dislikes:
Sarcasm
Rebels or would-be rebels
The Idiot The Red King
Her husband
Competition Losing

Strengths:
♠ telepathy
she can speak into another’s mind
but she cannot hear their thoughts.
♥ shapeshifting
the queen is able to be anything she so desires,
though be aware she prefers inanimate objects
♦ precognition
the white queen is able to predict the emotions and sensations
that she is going to feel later,
though she rarely ever knows why she’ll feel them

Weaknesses:
♠ paranoia
if she’s feeling sad, she assumes she’ll feel sad later and may become horribly frightened of absolutely everyone – ironically making herself sad.
♥ emotional instability
♦ trust
breaking her trust brings nothing but wrath
♣ asymmetry
nothing can be out of place or tilted in her world



Personality:

The White Queen is mad, but perhaps not the most (assuming insanity could be measured). If the amount of blood she’s caused to be shed is the method of measurement, Keziah would have to claim she’s won the craziest around if only out of her years. Keziah has an addiction to competition. Games are her life, and this war serves the purpose to her of being nothing more than a very interesting game with messier pawns than usual involved. Lives mean absolutely nothing to her. She’s incredibly vapid and distant about life most of the time, though her incredibly random mood swings seem to give her more life. Keziah has always seemed a timebomb for emotions in can spend hours on end crying over things that haven’t even happened yet, and sadly the kinds of things which can draw the queen to tears are not hard to find. When she puts her trust into others, if it is broken, or even months from being broken, she’ll begin to throw absolute tantrums for no reason.

Most of the time, however, when Keziah isn’t being an emotional trainwreck, she’s being power-hungry. Compliments are mandatory around her, though she seems to flitter back and forth sometimes from being a complete perfectionist to a compassionate person. (“That vase was moved asymmetrical to my dinner plate!”) Yes, the queen has the uncanny ability to actually be nice to people, and is more than capable of making friends. She just equally has a good probability of utterly destroying those friends out of the fear that they will attempt to sabotage her. For the same reason, she wrecked countless of her own relationships. The queen seems to enjoy taking more lovers than she ought to, which can cause quite a few problems as ‘getting bored’ with one, or even starting to fall in love, might land her choice in shackles.

Keziah finds her husband to be incredibly boring, whereas Keziah loves to get into absolutely everything. She’ll constantly go about her kingdom amongst the commoners, and behaves exceptionally high profile over all. She’s not afraid to flaunt herself about or hang all over absolutely anyone. She's flirtatious, manipulative, and willing to do anything in the world to make sure that everything goes her way. Keziah needs power, and she certainly demands it.

She noted as having that of a cold heart, but her lack of empathy for others tends to be where this ideal comes from. She has no qualms with having close friends hung any more than she would kill a strange who seemed the slightest bit like he might maybe one day have some spontanteous rebellious thought (most people seem to fall in this category for her). In fairness, however, she'd have a tree chopped down if she felt it was thinking about being rebellious -- but what truly can be expected from a woman whose lost her mind?

History:

The White Queen has been married for at least a millenia, and frankly she's spent most of it the exact same status as she is now. She's had several children, though none mean as much to her as her favorite baby, the Blood Prince Kuro, surprisingly her own child who came from her pairing with the White King. She had always been a rather rotten little princess, and two thousand years seems to have gone by so fast that she can scarcely bring herself to remember anything past the last few days.

The queen can't even remember why she started fighting with the Red King other than he's incredibly annoying, and yet she'll wage war with him until she unquestionably wins. She occasionally has to ask if he has lost yet or not, however, given as she generally doesn't keep track of things unless she has the pleasure of tossing someone to be executed or tortured. Numerous lives have been lost at her whims, and yet not a single face can be remembered. With so many years solidly locked within her mind, and her constant feed to her emotions in the present, the White Queen has no use for petty memories.

That is why is always make the same mistakes with people. She has had her heart broken countless times, though she has never shown it on her face or in her gestures.

Custom Title:
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Sample RP:

Cihaln sighed as her head rested upon her paws. She had scaled the sapphire walls of the labyrinth to rest directly in the sun. Her tail curled and uncurl about her hanging legs as the sun washed her from it's place with the clear sky. The lady basked in the beauty of her world. The twinkling gems, the golden sands, this land was like a fairytale hidden from the world by the tall cliffs of sheathed rock.

Her lands, however, were truly bejeweled splendor encaptured before her indigo eyes. Fantastic sight, her breath caught in her throat every time her eyes gazed upon it. Lies must have been spread that this land was dangerous, supposedly swept beneath the ocean tides. Well to Cihaln, it was an Atlantis rediscovered and prime for exploration. She was to absolutely be astounded every time she opened her eyes.

The sights, the smells of silica stone and salt-spray and seashells tickled at her senses. Those who had abandoned the land in the past, she knew not how they could do it. Even the Lady's loneliness could not pull her out and onward to view the rest of the world. She considered Geneva's Sheath her personal treasure trove and secret world, where she wished for not contact with other countries. Hers was too perfect to foul it with other ruler's ideals. Geneva's Sheath was bonding to her mind and to her soul. It was hers, not theirs.

And to think: but two weeks ago her mother had claimed her a daydreaming child! The laugh was all Cihaln's in the end, was it not? For her child-like dreams had come true right before her eyes, and she was a Lady now, not some meager obedient child of another land. The sheath was her Wonderland and she the Alice in it, only it had no wicked queen. In fact, Cihaln was not even sure how to rule it...

Sighing, she supposed she ought to think on leadership, but the idea bored her immensely. She leapt from her sapphire throne she'd been resting on to run about. Perhaps the land itself would tell her how to rule over it. Surely as the land sang to her and whispered sweet nothings, eventually it would come up with a plan all on it's own. It wouldn't be fair for her to rule the land a way the land did not agree with.

She leapt upward to arch her back, large paws splayed to catch her as she hit the rocks and sand with perfect balance, tail gliding her aim as if she were attaining flight rather than falling at the earth below, and then - she stumbled, slipping in the wet sand toward the ocean which playfully sucked the ground from beneath her feet.

Cihaln giggled at it, curling her tail about herself again as she batted at the water.

"Silly water!" the delusional young miss proclaimed. The ocean promptly apologized for it's misdeeds however; though the thing shoved at her again immediately afterward, making her swat at it again before the groud was sucked away once more. She found herself with her leg sliced open by a sharp diamond near the shore, drops of blood dotting a patch of white sand before being carried away in the sand.

"You're not very cooperative, Mr. Ocean, and I am not going to play with someone so incredibly rude. Salt really hurts in wounds, don't you know that? Hmph!"

Angry now, and sure that her land would comfort her, she darted to the dry sand to curl up upon herself and sulk. The land wasn't ready to talk yet, and Cihaln wasn't quite ready to run as her leg continued to bleed, and so the schizophrenic lay in the golden sand and sighed a third time, blissful in her insanity.

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