❄ Height: 5'5" or 168cm
❄ Human Appearance: With snow white hair cascading to her hips and iridescent eyes, Raena is hard to miss. Despite being rather petite and slim, Raena has a distinct hourglass figure. Lights glistens from the smooth surface of her silken hair, its locks framing her lovely oval face. She has a small, slim nose, its tip upturned ever so slightly. Her lips are full with a distinct cupid's bow and her mouth, small. She is utterly symmetrical - from the perpetually neat strands of her hair to her elfin face and body - representative of her role as Order.
Perhaps, even more unusual and stunning than her hair, are her eyes. Framed in thick, dark eyelashes, her large eyes are truly one of a kind. Even in her human form, her irises are unnaturally large and their colour, even more ethereal. They are ever changing, as stationary as the oceans of the Earth and the only aspect of the Unchanging Queen that ever fluctuates. Her eyes can fade from an obsidian as endless as the galaxies of which she Created to a silver so bright, her eyes appear to be stars. No one is sure of why her irises vary the way they do, for as they all know - perhaps except for Praxis - the High Queen's emotions has nothing to do with it as she no longer has any. In her human form, however, her eyes do not change colour as rapidly. Rather, it morphs from one to another every few minutes, instead of every millisecond as it did in the Faerie Realms.
If not for the banishment of the myth of Vampires being as pale as snow, one would believe Raena to be a Vampire. Her skin - almost unnaturally, well, certainly unnaturally smooth - is without a single flaw. She is not marked by a single blemish; her skin the same pale shade throughout her entire body no matter the amount of sunlight she is exposed to. Indeed, the Queen of the Fey takes "immeasurable beauty" to an entirely new level.
Her fingers - slim and long - would make any pianist swoon. Her small feet and slim, perfectly curved legs: the envy of all dancers. All jewellery can become the accessories of Goddesses when worn by Raena. Her ample breasts and full hips curve into a small waist; her very existence is elegant. To put it lightly, Raena is perfect.
❄ True Form: If Raena's human form is awe-inspiring, her Faerie form is capable of bringing the world to its knees. Her flowing hair, along with every atom of her being, glows an ethereal silver; a silver so pure and blinding, none except for the Fey and the most powerful of beings can see her in her true form. Even then, they are often rendered immobile, their every care for dignity: gone. In a world full of such beauty as the Faerie Realms, appearances do not tend to matter, but laying eyes on the Monarchs is as staring directly into a million Suns when you are mere inches away. To say Raena's true form is "beautiful" and "perfect" is like saying the Sun shines a little. There are few who dare look into the eyes of Raena - Praxis being one of them - for fear of losing control. If one does not lose their minds seeing Raena, one feels an unbearable, irresistible urge to please her and make her happy. Creatures are willing to suffer from horrors worse than death by toothpick to stand in the High Queen's light. Whilst the Dark King makes many feel as if they are nothing but worthless beings that must be by him to be whole, those in the presence of the Light Queen feel more whole than can ever be possible. They feel complete and they will do anything to feel that way forever.
Her irises, now fulling covering all of the whites of her large eyes, change at every moment, flowing from forest green to lilac to ruby in mere milliseconds. Her appearance, where once achingly beautiful, is now achingly unbearable. Her skin glows, as well as her hair, so pale, it is as if she is light itself. She wears a crown of white gold, its entire existence made of a single, massive diamond or rather, something much more precious.
Her wings are larger than most Feys', being more the size of Angel wings than Fey wings. It glows silver, its surface seeming to have been made of water and diamonds. Although its is transparent, the intensity of its light is so bright, it is very much impossible for most to see through it. A web of transparent, wire-thin bones hold her intricate wings together but do not be fooled by its string-like appearance, it is harder than the hardest metal or bone on Earth.
❄ Gender: Female
❄ Sexuality: Pansexual
❄ Age: Older than time
❄ Species: Creator; one could say she was Fey and/or God
❄ Court: Seelie
❄ Role: Light Queen
❄ Powers: To list Raena's powers would be like listing the number of galaxies in the world: no one quite knows for certain. As the Creator, she is powerful beyond belief. Or rather, was. Yet, there appear to be limits to her powers and laws even she must obey. That begs the question of who created the King and Queen, but that is for another story.
Apart from Raena's ability to command Spring and Autumn - powers her Fey adopted from her - Raena's primary power and the one she uses most often is that of Knowing. When she was a part of the Faerie Realms, she was rarely ever seen away from her throne, where she would attach herself to the veins of the world and her Fey. They were vines, of sorts, that wrapped around her ankles and allowed for her to see possible futures. On Earth, her powers of Knowing - Knowing, Fate, Sight, the name matters not - manifests much less beautifully. When she touches another, she is able to reach into their futures and follow their strands of Fate to see their futures. She does not - or rather, did not - need to do this as she can See from afar. She uses this power to balance the world, to maintain order amongst chaos and ensure a balance between the two. Sometimes - and often - this means requiring the deaths of individuals or groups. Such tasks, she ordinarily leaves to her second-in-command. There are certain times when some things must be Seen; she has no control over these visions and they can appear without ample warning.
Her Knowing is not merely limited to futures, however, and she can Know much, if not all, about a person. She cannot, however, see lives that are entwined with her own.
As with the King, she is able to manipulate Souls. She is able to not only give Souls and create creatures from it, but take Souls as well. As the Faerie Realms and its Fey were the source of her power, life force and her very own Soul - as she used most of what was her own to create the Fey - she is now in need of Souls to survive. The Fey cannot exist without her and it is even possible that the world cannot exist without one the Monarchs. Even the death of one will throw the entire world out of balance, leaving it to an inevitable end. As such, she must - at all costs - survive. Raena is able to take the Souls of others, as is the King. Souls not only keep her alive but are a source of her power. The smaller her essence - or Soul - the weaker she is, and the colder.
As with her power of Creation, she can also Unmake her creatures, her worlds. Although, without the aid of the Dark King, she is only able to Unmake half of things and only half of the Fey. She can Unmake what was Created by her but the Dark King's beings are his own. Although, as most of their Creations are joined, this power is ultimately useless without the King. Not only can she Create living creatures, however, she can also create objects. Half of the world - including the Faerie Realms - was made through her thoughts. Her thoughts, therefor, are reality. It is much more difficult to manipulate the static, human-created infrastructures of the Earth, however.
A less commonly used power of hers is that of Sound. She is able to use sound to affect the world and its inhabitants in varying degrees. If her truly unsurpassed beauty and incredible power is not enough to sway anyone to do her bidding, she is able to use her voice to command very much anyone. Unlike the more powerful Spring Fey, it is Raena's singing that can manipulate emotions and cast a trance over beings of all sorts. Through music, she can amplify powers, summon visions and call upon her Fey or, sometimes, even change the Season. Her powers of Sound are quite limitless.
❄ Abilities: Raena is not one to exert physical force, having never needed to do so. Why would she use her body when she merely needs to think or utter the words for her desires to manifest? All in all, Raena is not a master of martial arts and physically, she is quite weak. She is neither a fast runner or a skilled swordsman. In fact, she is not even quite sure if she can swim, she's never tried. Such activities and uses of energy are below her.
She does, however, have the most enchanting voice of all that exists. Hers is the voice of pure, undisturbed light, of creatures mightier than Angels and immensely more beautiful. When she speaks, it is as if leaves still in their rustling to listen to her. When she sings - the world, very literally, listens. Hers is the song of Creation.
Along with her otherworldly voice, there is also no instrument she is incapable of playing. She is musically gifted and well, she's had countless millenniums to hone her skills. Once, she would have played and sung for the King, now she sings and plays for no one. She is also a composer and lyricist, as well as a poet; she has a way with words. She is also a lover of dance, loving to do so herself. Despite her skills as a performer, it has been eons since she's entertained anyone or smiled, for that matter.
She also paints and draws; she does everything related to the arts, really.
This might not be much of a skill but she has an uncanny ability to remind symmetrical and impeccably groomed at all times. She can stand by a hurricane and when the wind stills, her hair will return to its perfectly symmetrical state. Perhaps her silver-white hair is mussed sometimes, but if it ever is or was, no one has seen it. Maybe except for the Dark King.
❄ Preferred Weapons: Her Magic is her preferred weapon but if she simply must fight physically, she is capable of wielding... Nothing. She'd be doomed without her Magic.
❄ Personality: Once, a long, long time ago, the Light Queen smiled. She was kind, gentle, loving, happy, motherly: the epitome of goodness. All the Fey adored her, even the grim Autumn Fey and the malicious Winter Fey. She was loved by all and she loved all in return. She was always seen smiling, with a bounce in her steps and an untainted light in her eyes. Importantly, she loved the Dark King dearly, with all of what she was. When the Dark King wished for more power, however, and the Fey were split into two, it was as if Raena was torn, as well.
Gone was the cheerful Light Queen and in her place, was the unrelenting coldness of Order. Raena grew bitter until eventually, she grew to be nothing at all. At least, in terms of emotions. She no longer expressed any of what she felt, if she even felt at all. Instead, she turned to logic and reason, the ever trustworthy love of Order. She was a good and fair Queen, but she no longer empathised with the Fey. Where once she smiled, Raena now showed nothing at all. Sometimes, all she ever did was stare into things no one but her could see for years at a time.
Yet, despite her cold demeanour and seeming lack of care, she only wished and still wishes for what is best for her Fey. She does things for the greater good, for the maintenance of Order against Chaos and the balance of the two. She does what she must, not allowing her emotions to cloud her judgement. She cares more than she appears to, and values life above all else. If possible, she would not take any but alas, sacrifices must be made to maintain the fine balance of existence and oblivion. Indeed, despite her lack of resemblance to the joyful and loved Light Queen, Order does an astounding job of maintaining Order. Or rather, she did. Until the Dark King tore open the veil, causing the Fey to be sucked through without warning or choice.
The High Queen is sarcastic and enjoys making people feel uncomfortable; it's her favourite past time. She often uses creative insults, although she rarely ever means harm by it, it is simply who she is now. Sometimes, one can even see a slither of the old Raena; fleeting, but there beneath the cold.
❄ Likes: Besides the arts - including dance and music - there is little Raena likes. She supposes she's fond of her Fey but they can be rather tedious and annoying, but what needs to be done, must be done. To say she 'likes' Order would be rather inadequate. She is Order and as such, is uncomfortable with anything other than what she knows and expects. She does like Praxis more than she does anyone else but no, she cares for her Fey and the wellbeing of the overall world. She likes the natural environment for obvious reasons and has a fondness for flora and fauna.
❄ Dislikes: Her list of dislikes could go on and on for an eternity. She most strongly despises the Dark King, or, well, she wishes she did. Her lack of hate for him is... She also dislikes Chaos and the lack of Order and cannot understand why anyone would enjoy a world unbalanced. She despises sudden and/or loud noises, as well as crowds. She would rather be alone than be amongst other living beings. Raena also dislikes badly played music and music with no meaning. She hates being disrupted when in focus and is not fond of bloodshed or the reckless and needless abandonment of life.
❄ Biography: Long ago, a beautiful existence - the embodiment of Light - fell in love with Darkness, They could not be as one and the Gods warned them of the tragedy that would befall them should they pursue their passions. Light could not be with Darkness without chasing Him away and Darkness could not touch Light without drenching Her in abyss. They listened not, however, and in the Shadows - where they almost touched, barely touched, somewhat did - they loved.
They defied the Gods and defied their nature, choosing one another above all else. Until they, once again, searched for more. Light and Darkness could not truly be as one and so they Created beings of their own, creatures made of their own essences, and named them the Fey. They were the creatures who were too wicked for Heaven and too good for Hell, as were their Creators. And so, they became known as the Light Queen and the Dark King and for what seemed to be too short a time, they could be together. For the first time in all of existence, Light and Darkness could be as one.
Yet, the Dark King craved for more, whilst his lover did not. The Light Queen held on, begged and pleaded for the Dark King to stay, to be happy with the haven they'd created for themselves but the Dark King did not listen and the Unchanging Queen could not change. Not in that way. Not then. The Seelie and Unseelie Courts were formed, one closer to Hell and the other to Heaven, but neither close enough to neither. The Queen - not wishing for her love to be alone - gave him a part of her soul and a part of all she was. The Dark King did the same and so the Light Queen treasured the Summer of her King's and the King, her Autumn.
However, the Light Queen could not find happiness in an existence so far removed from her King, her love, her Darkness. Light grew dim, until she was barely Light at all. She wept endlessly in what seemed to be a never-ending existence of Tears and still, there were not enough oceans to fill her misery. There was a single Fey, however, the first Fey to ever have been created by Darkness and Light: Praxis Lethe.
He offered his Queen an escape from the torment; he offered her emptiness. Light gladly accepted, allowing for the Spring Fey to drain all of her emotions, all of her pain, until she was but a shell, but nonetheless, a shell without pain. Praxis became the Queen's second-in-command, taking all of her emotions so she could be Order and Order she became. Under her cold rule, the Faerie Realms prospered. Under their emotionless Queen, they lived in balance.
But it was not to last.
The Dark King - in his need for Chaos and more - condemned the Fey to an existence on Earth and the Monarchs, to a life of theft. Light disappeared in the shift from the Faerie Realms to Earth and now the world is in threat of toppling from its fragile balance.
Order is gone and now Chaos rules.
❄ Other: TBA
