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Character's Full Name (including nicknames/aliases): The White Queen. You may call her Your Majesty.
Preferred Played-By (subject to mod approval): Cate Blanchett.
Bookverse (Title or Series): Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There
Author of Book(verse): Lewis Carroll (Charles Dodgson)
Character History: Running round the chessboard of Mirrorland, it was often a point of dispute whether the King and Queen were actually in control of matters, or whether they were simply as bumbling as the rest of their Carollian contemporaries. When Alice came about, the Queen's strengths seemed more a showy display of royal inefficacy — useless abilities, hardly good for anything, and certainly not for running a chess game. What use could predicting the pricking of your finger be, or outrunning a bandersnatch? Indeed, the King and Queen seemed not at all formidable, the Queen even cringing in the presence of her Red counterpart.
It was not so. Yes, their logic was backwards, and yes, they seemed rather silly in certain matters; but there was always a distinct sense of malice, of something not quite right under their rule. It was perfectly right in their eyes, of course: that frighteningly ordered sense of things that ruled the chessboard of Mirrorland, the strict rules by which they governed, their strange ability to remember what was going to happen — before it had actually occurred. Indeed, as the years progressed and Alice roamed the Mirrors and Rabbitholes, the White Royals seemed, quite horrifyingly enough, to be predicting what was to come.
When political turmoil ripped through Wonderland and the Hearts royalty were dispatched, it did not take very long at all for the chessboard Whites to step up. Wonderland became a power vaccuum of sorts: it had always been, as long as the Queen could remember (backwards or forwards) white vs. red, chesspieces or otherwise; but now Red was gone, and it was time for White to take its place. Their servants — for Hatta and Haigha will always be servants — sidled in before the Queen, always carefully laying down plans, could enact her own; and while she thoroughly disagrees with taking orders from that idiotic Hatter, she understands that one does not win a game by snatching all the pieces up at once. She is careful. She is courteous. She is plotting their downfall. After all, who better to rule a multiverse of literary nincompoops than one who can put everything into its proper place?
Character Appearance: The Queen is not quite what one would think of when envisioning a chess piece. She has arms and legs, for one (legs she is very proud of, in fact, being the fastest creature in Mirrorland), a face more human than smooth bone, a mass of pale blonde hair, and impeccable royal fashion. Queens must always be presentable, you know. She is tall for a chess piece, standing near the King's shoulder; her skin is fair and unblemished, her eyes deep blue. Since leaving Mirrorland, she has seemed to grow a little older, a little leaner, her features sharpening somehow to something slightly less warm than the Queen Alice first met in the woods. Still, not many notice the malevolent sparkle in her eye, or mistake it for simply a bright, contented gaze. Indeed, she is often smiling quietly, content to watch the other literary characters fall all over themselves as she brings about their undoing, and looks for all intents and purposes like a kind, maternal woman. There are still elements of a chess queen about her: her curved frame, tapering out in too-smooth lines, her large feet, and beneath her dresses and coats, from ribcage to hips, the smooth, bone finish of a chess piece. Not that anyone should see that.
Character Personality: The more reasonable of the pair (if anything in Carroll's worlds can feasibly be called 'reasonable'), the Queen provides the level-headedness to her King's sporadic fits of brilliance. She may not be as daring or as (self-)important, but she knows she has an imperative role to play in both The Way of Things and the King's own affairs; as long as that role is not disturbed, she is perfectly content to be subordinate. Well, as subordinate as the voice in the King's ear really can be. When it comes down to it, the power lies with the King, but the sway lies with the Queen.
She is intensively maternal, taking prisoners on as her little darlings, smothering them in blankets to keep them warm, overstuffing them on vegetables, as every mother knows too many sweets are very poor for Darling's health. Her motherly ways were once much more benign, if still quite silly; but since the chaos in Wonderland, they have grown malevolent, dangerous — bonafide torture methods. She thrives on order and propriety, loses her temper when things aren't at rights, and has no conscience to speak of for either mood. After all, she was never human: she has never been subjected to human failings and foibles. As far as the Queen is concerned, the conscience is something to be eradicated under her rule, and all moral choices to come down to the King and Queen's political rulings. Big Brother-esque, in fact, though she certainly doesn't know any of that nonsense. A King and Queen are meant to rule, after all; what happier subjects are there than those who do not have the weight of morality on their shoulders? Let the Queen take it for you, dear. Just give her your unconditional servitude in return. A fair trade.
Her plans are grander than her partner's, in the long run, and quite secret; she would never let the Hatter know she has every intention of overthrowing him. But for the moment, she is content to dip her prisoners in boiling tea, subject them to the pawn's role in life-size chess matches, and wrap them so tightly in blankets (against the chill, naturally) that they can no longer breathe. A microcosm of her future ordered world. She delights in it.
She does not like: the color red, disorder, disarray, when King forgets to make a memo, volcanoes, losing, people who aren't King, and thunder. She is exceedingly fond of: taking care of people, the color white (and, contrarily, the color black), winning, King, sandwiches, and tea parties — but only those she's hosting.
