Lady Rhea

[Lady Uranus]

Rhea

Alias: Lady Rhea.

Age: 26 (339).
Family:

• Endymion, 55, King (Uncle)
  
• Gaia, 53, Queen (Aunt)
  
• Endymion, 18, Crown Prince (Cousin)
  
• Deceased parents she never knew
  

Rank: Lady; once Princess, and even before that Crown Princess by default.
Position: All titles were stripped from her at a very young age, though she is still of Royal blood.
Abilities: Rhea has always been excellent at both combat and military strategy, but what truly defines her, are her telekinetic abilities. Possessed of them since a young age – eleven – she had spent years training herself in their useage since. Not that any of this matters to her uncle and aunt, of course.

Traits: Rhea is, usually, calm and level-headed. However, ever since she was very young, she had had trouble controlling her emotions. Well, the stronger ones, at least. When she is in control of herself and what she feels, she is cold and competent and what most would call the perfect military leader, were she not a woman. As to the times when she is not in control… she will range from so furious that none will dare approach her for fear of ending up dead, to so depressed that no-one will leave her alone, for fear that she will end up dead. Also, something to note – she despises her family, but wishes her cousin dead most of all.
Description:
Every-day Dress: For every-day wear, Rhea has a gown of very dark peridot, with an under-dress of a slightly paler version. The laces of her bodice are black, while the sleeves are plain, wrist-length, and fitted close to her arms; her shows are heeled slippers of the same dark peridot of her dress. For special occasions, she has a set of different gowns, but all with the same color scheme – dark peridot for the main color, slightly lighter for the second, and black as accent.
Formal Gown: For the most formal occasions, her gown is the most ornate in her possession. Said gown is based upon the same color scheme as all her others (dark peridot over dress, paler peridot under-dress, and all accented with black) but that is where the similarities end. As with her every-day gown, the bodice is laced with black ribbon, and the sleeves fit close, but other than that, the gown is completely different. The both the under and over-skirts are edged with black, and the bodice is cut a good deal lower than that of her every-day gown. From her elbows down, her sleeves are three long tiers of lace the same paler peridot of her under-dress, and the bodice is laced differently, allowing more of the under-dress to be seen than normal.
Training Attire: A simple loose white shirt, black breeches, and black knee-high boots.
Appearance: Her hair is waist-length, a dark shade of red, and very thick/voluminous, with waving curls; her eyes are most usually described as teal, but tend to shine a dark green or dark blue (ironically the same shade as her cousin’s) depending on the lighting and her mood. Usually, her hair is allowed to fall where it will, tied back only with a slim ribbon, or up completely for less ostentatious events, but for events of the highest importance, most of her hair is pulled back in to a thick braid, which is then coiled at the back of her head, allowing only small curled strands to hang from it; a tiara-like circlet of pearls is placed in her hair, and three tiers of pearl strands fit close about her throat. For any other occasion, she only wears the necklace, and otherwise wears no jewelry at all. Where make-up is concerned, her lips are always painted a dark shade of red, but this is all. Also worthy of note, is that she always (unless training) wears white gloves; as it is considered unseemly for a woman to engage in military training of any sort, the “shame” of her calloused hands and rough fingers/palms is hidden by said gloves. (For her training in military arts, her hair is worn pulled back into a single braid, with a spiked piece of leather braided within it.) Her skin is pale, and her physique is wiry.

Strengths:

• Combat – At her own insistence, Rhea has trained in the military arts since she was young, and is by now very proficient in their execution.
  
• Strategy – No better strategist can be found in all of the Central Golden Kingdom, nor in the four Lesser Kingdoms; not that anyone else will ever admit that, of course.
  
• Emotionless Mask – If need be, when in control of herself and her emotions, Rhea can present a completely blank expression, preventing any and all from knowing her thoughts and feelings.
  

Weaknesses:

• Calculating – She has the ability to turn every situation to her advantage, and she does this without caring about anyone who may be harmed in the process.
  
• Bipolarity – She has killed many when in her “fits of madness,” as they’ve come to be called, and try as she might, she has never been able to control them.
  
• Hateful – Rhea has despised her family since she was eleven years old, and will now stop at nothing to see them feel as much pain as she has.
  

Hopes:

• To one day have the throne that was denied her.
  
• To see Endymion dead.
  
• To one day find herself a Consort to rule beside her.
  

Fears:

• That she may one day take her own life in a fit of depression, and thus never see any of her dreams come to fruition.
  
• That she’ll never see her dreams come to fruition at all.
  
• That she has been wrong all this time to hate her family and wish them dead.
  

Background: Ever since she could remember, seven-year-old Rhea had always been told that she would one day be Queen because, though her Father had been the younger brother, she was the only child of either Prince. Of course, she would need to learn how to control her emotions better, first. That had never bothered her, as she was so good at everything else – she had been called a prodigy by many – so she just shrugged it off and said she would, but never truly saw any need to. So she got a bit more mad and sad at times than everyone else; what was the problem...? However, her world was soon to be turned upside-down, when the birth of a younger sibling was brought to her attention. (She had never been very close to her Father's brother and his wife, though they had raised her since her parent's deaths when she was a baby, so the fact that her aunt had been expecting at all was news to the young Princess.)

She demanded immediately to see this... child, but for the first time she could ever remember, she was denied. This infuriated her. How dared they?! She was their Crown Princess, Heir to the Throne, those servants had no right to deny her! And so, permission or no, and despite the fact that a violent episode was on the verge of occurring, Rhea forced her way in to her guardians' bedchamber. Though her aunt and uncle were displeased with what she had done, it seemed that this was muted by the joy they had over the birth of their first child. She was told by her aunt to come meet her new cousin, Endymion. Rhea froze, the words hitting her like a ton of bricks.

Cousin. Cousin. Cousin meant that the child was really her aunt and uncle's. And - a boy! No, her mind finally concluded, horror twisting her features into a grimace. Not just a boy – a Prince, the new Crown Prince. She had been displaced. She could see it in her guardians' eyes. Not only had she been displaced in the succession – with a Prince, let alone a child of her aunt and uncle, she would never see the throne – but she had been easily removed from her already-tenuous, rather reluctant place in their hearts. That was the final straw. She snapped, her rage exploding in screams of disbelief and utter fury. She knew she was nothing anymore, and she despised that fact more than she could ever have put into words at the time.

And yet, much to her dismay, the world kept turning, and life went on. After she had been dragged from the room kicking and screaming, her new cousin's wails mingling with hers, Rhea had been locked in her own bedchamber until she calmed down (all breakables had long since been removed). Though her lessons in etiquette and other such things continued, her military and political lessons lessened greatly. It wasn't until four and a half years later, during which time Rhea's hate had grown from a small seed into something much more dangerous, that things changed again for the young woman, this time for much worse than before.

Little three and a half year old Endymion had lost something of his – she had never cared to find out what – and had found it with incredible and astounding ease. The young Prince had simply said that he "could see" the item, despite the fact that he hadn't been even close to it at the time. The High Priest from the Temple of Elysian, Helios, was brought in to be consulted upon the matter, and it was discovered that the young Prince possessed mild powers of his own, like those of the Silver Alliance. When Rhea was informed of this – even at just shy of eleven, she knew how to manipulate people into doing what she wanted – she flew into a rage far more destructive and far more dangerous and any had yet witnessed from her.

By the time she came back to herself, she found that the messenger had been impaled upon one of the posts of her four-poster bed. It seemed that, in her rage and fury, she had unlocked latent telekinetic powers – ones that were directly tied to her emotions. Rhea was overjoyed; if her aunt and uncle celebrated Endymion's powers, weak as they were, then hers would be prized more highly for being the stronger! This, however, was no source of happiness from her guardians. Emotionally and mentally unstable as she was, they feared for Endymion's health and safety around his elder cousin. And so, before the month ended, she was sent away, far from the Capitol, to live out her days in isolation in what had once been a summer palace for the Royal Family.

However, being the kind of woman she was, Rhea's hate drove her to new heights. Being the Princess that she was, she had access to a vast sum of gold... which she used to pay for "tutors." Her guardians believed that these "tutors" were merely for academic study, and so allowed it without much care. Little did the King and Queen know, their ward was a manipulative, and fast-becoming-cruel young woman. Her tutors did not merely teach young Rhea academics; they taught her of military strategy, of combat, and of the intrigues and facets of politics. Though years passed, and Rhea grew into what most called a beauty, she never cared for such. While she could easily have charmed anyone she wished to her bed, she would rather have spent her time in study and training.

Though she knew with bitter and grim assurance that none would ever acknowledge it, she drove herself to and past her own breaking point to become the very best – and then even to surpass that as well. And then, nearly fourteen years after she had been sent away by her cruel and hateful aunt and uncle, Rhea received a summons. She was requested to return to the Royal Palace, so that she, too, might celebrate Endymion’s eighteenth birthday. What she felt at that was not the joy of any other child who had grown up with the man in question; no, it was the sick glee of knowing that her plans – years worth of plotting and hate – would soon come to fruition.

After all, what better place to have her dear little cousin assassinated, than at his own birthday party?

RP Sample: See Lady Uranus’ application, please~
Contact Information: PM, as always. Or the chat box.
Other: Rhea is a lover of women; she just finds military training much more interesting than finding a lover. Another thing of note, is that, unbeknownst to Rhea herself, she was never really the daughter of the younger Prince and his wife - she was merely their adopted child.
Experience: Eight, nine years… ish.

[Lady Jupiter]

-Accepted-

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