Queen_Destoulia

Height: 5 foot 6 inches

Weight: 115 pounds

Age: 30 years -young-. Peasant...

Gender: Don't tell the peasants! I'm a dick girl, you know...

Occupation: Queen of your pitiful existence

Bio: As you approach the throne of the Queen of Blood, her unnatural, but lemon yellow eyes look you over. She almost seems to spit in disgust as you bow, and plea before her throne. The carpet beneath a velvet red, her throne made of pure gold and the finest cottons, and silks, to both sow and stuff. The pampered woman merely laughs as you speak.

"Spare your village? And why on earth would I do such a thing?" her accent speaks of a rich heritage, with tones that flit upwards and downwards again. "How pathetic. Well, you did bring my tribute, did you not?" her eyebrows immediately furrow at your empty hands. Her long red dress, with gold embroidery nearly catches aflame as she restrains herself from taking the nearest knight's blade, and sticking you like a pig.

"Hmph... how sad. No. Your village shall not be spared. And you shall not be leaving. Guards? Show her to her new room... I'm certain we've -some- kind of slave missing after last week's feast. Good bye, dear girl. Oh don't scream so much, you're causing my ears to ring. Cut out her tongue while you're at it, a good slave never speaks anyway."

Meet Queen Esmeralda Destoulia. Of course, if you wish to keep your head, you'll be calling her 'Milady' or 'My liege' or something of the sort. A woman whom knows very little of ways in compassion. Some say it is her lack of a vagina that angers her so thoroughly, that the testosterone in a softer woman's body has driven her mad. But the truth is, all she knows is to conquer, to take, and to live in luxury. Like an angry wind, her armies cut down and slaughter thousands, with plentiful troop reserves, plentiful supplies, and vast magicks at their beck and call. All led by the dainty, but incredibly violent young woman.

Some have assumed to best her in duels. That her life of a princess has been without any form of peril. They are dead, or humiliated publicly before going to her stocks. Her entire life has been nothing but learning the tactics of war, and the art of sword play. She is an incredible fencer, and her light armor always surprises the heaviest of hammers or blades when she simply weaves from their blows, and buries her rapier in their breast.

Even in other warlords she feels little in compassion, or identifying with them. She is above all, and above them as well. And they're another stepping stone,w aiting to be smothered beneath the tall heel of her armored boot, stamped out, and their territories claimed for her own.

Her kingdom is of Euslain. The people are downtrodden and desperate. But their are none to fight for them. All fear ending up as the queen's cow, or god forbid, as her next meal. She's been known to eat with her hands, or with her pleasantly light body. On the rare occasion she finds herself truly displeased beyond equal, one may find their way to the royal kitchen, where a cook of unimaginable expertise will prepare their nude bodies, either alive or dead.

The capitol of Euslain, known also as Destoulia, after her blood line, is centered within her kingdom. She only leaves to shop, or to wage war. Little else matters to her, and there is no love in her heart, nor will to spare you.

Character a product of the Den_Of_Shadows~