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"I am thou... thou art I...
"The Red Queen, Queen of Hearts--our enemies will be crushed beneath our heel. Can you feel it..?
"Fury moving forward, patience moving back--when the time comes, you too shall know her."
The opposing piece to Wonderland's bizarre White Queen, the Red Queen is passion and fury without restraint to the White Queen's puzzling nature and barely-contained madness. She, the Red Queen is the embodiment of a cruel monarch, the mad Queen that rules her land in fear with the guillotine. She lacks pity for her subjects, holds no quarter and is very much like a child in her irrational behavior and temper and outbursts of anger. Against the White Queen, the two are forever engaged in battle, opposing one another for as long as they exist.
Over time, and in the various re-imaginings and retelling of Lewis Carroll's Alice saga, the Red Queen has become synonymous with the Queen of Hearts, evolving from her stuffy, traditional monarch role into the role of the truly Mad Queen, a woman driven by her intense, unbridled passion, anger and switch-quick temper. Where the White Queen suppresses her madness and seeks to deny that which ultimately defines her, the Red Queen relishes in it. Her madness and fury drive and inspire her acts of cruelty upon her most devoted subjects. The Red Queen cannot and will not ever understand the White Queen's perspective in the game; those who are held back do not succeed or restrain themselves, after all. They are only doomed to fail, as they are too weak to grasp victory in the Game.
Red Queen needs no King; as such, she fits perfectly the role of Reversed Emperor largely because she is in a seat of power and gladly abuses her power over those she governs. Her rule is THE rule, and there is no King in her way to hold her back and keep her madness in check. Like the role of the Queen in chess, she is boundless and without restraint, THE piece capable of the most action and movement on the board, her territory. Though the Red Queen knows well the rules of the chessboard, she is glad to forgo them in favor of advancing her ambitions and desires, crushing whoever and whatever along the way, no matter the price.
SENSE: The feeling of absolute dread, like staring Death itself in the face. A sensation that inspires a gut-wrenching fear, makes one's stomach twist and break out in cold chills. It is as if witnessing the coming of the End, before it even begins.
SMELL: The scent of sweet raspberry and strawberry tarts and Earl Grey tea. Underlying the delicious smell there's a scent of sharp copper, the familiar scent of blood.
SOUND: The sound of many, many clocks chiming at irregular intervals. The sound of metal grinding against a whet stone.
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