"Even a rose has its thorns."

Design Notes (Regular Form)

• She wears red lipstick on her mouth.
• Her eyes should never be visible.
• Her "hair" takes the form of a curtain of red rose petals that covers her eyes at all times over her face, and falls behind her cape in the back.
• The placement of the thorns and roses across the vines do not need to be replicated exactly.
• She wears a light purple jewel at her throat that is simlar to a cat-like eye.
• She has sharp teeth and long fangs where her canines are on both the top and bottom of her mouth.

Misc. Notes

• The vines on her arms can be drawn as simple vines or made into her sword and/or shield. The vines can shorten or lengthen to reach over greater distances.
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Trivia

• Will sometimes use her Glamour to make herself look more human when she goes into the human world. In this case, her hair looks like that of a human's but still covers most of her face with long bangs that shield her eyes and thick pieces which turn up at the sides.
• Evo line: Nyokimon, Tanemon, Floramon, Sunflowmon, Lillymon, Rosemon.

Origin

Queenie's Court, since it had been established, dedicated itself first and foremost to keeping the lore and legends of the Digital World. Rulers were tasked with learning and passing down their knowledge, and with heading expeditions to uncover more, all this written and wired into the landscape they cultivated: the forests, the earth, the various flora. Deep in their gardens, they listened, and taught their lessons, all in secret.

Long ago, these Fae gardens also provided a safe haven for worn travelers, whom the residents took in and treated until they were ready to be sent back on their way. Though none of them ever remember the Courts, or the Digimon who resided within. They would consider the traveler's stories and news from beyond their realms to be sufficient "payment" for their efforts, and throughout time, continued to collect and store their stories.

Queenie was a Lillymon at the time, dedicated to the archives of a library where the words written across leaves and in the roots of the trees, like timelines. Even more than the average scholar, she was fascinated with all the stories their lands housed, that their elders told, and that she could learn and pass on one day. She spent most of her time along with her best friend Fruit Punch--then still a Parasaurmon--under the tutelage of their ruler, Rafflesimon. With Punch, she sparred to hone their fighting skills, and studied, and tended the crops and even ventured every now and then on their own expeditions to collect more stories of other places. Their life was quiet, and peaceful, and safeguarded mostly by the ancient forests and Fae magic of their ruler, which kept away ill intent and illness. It was through stories and the passing of knowledge and later through their brief trips to other parts of the Digital World that they learned of these things, and how they could destroy a peoples.

Past

Eons ago their way of life was ruined by some unknown disease that seemed to sap the land of all life. And even their previous ruler, Rafflesimon, with all her knowledge and experience, could not figure out a way to stop its spread. In a last-ditch effort, she sacrificed herself in an attempt to revitalize the lands, but even all her power and wisdom could not shield them forever.

The crowning of a new ruler was chaotic as ever, but the Court could waste no time with the preparations. Though still mourning the loss of their late ruler, training began immediately for all candidates, while the knights and gardeners attempted to hold the loving barrier Rafflesimon had placed around them.

It was Queenie who was able to pass the various Fae trials and prove her strength, wisdom, compassion, and trickery, and who won the support of the rest. In the final test of her prowess, she Digivolved to her Mega level and was able to, with her new power, in some capacity replenish Rafflesimon's force field. Even after the funeral and her coronation, held simultaneously as a ceremony of old and new, she remained unconvinced that the barrier would hold. Nervous about the new responsibility of keeping her citizens safe, she sent out search parties to try to gather more information about the spreading plague.

Her suspicions were confirmed. Even before her search parties returned, the forests were showing signs of ruin. The crops were beginning to fail. The trees were losing their voices. And it was with a heavy heart that she decided to prepare for the worst. While some remained optimistic that they would remain forever safe in their sacred lands, others sensed her apprehension and slowly, though begrudgingly, began to realize what was actually going on.

There seemed to be no cure for the infectious spread, which indiscriminately sucked the life out of all it touched. As more and more of their territory became completely uninhabitable, and the search parties were lost or returned broken and with only grim news, she knew what had to be done.

It was thus that Queenie had to make the hardest call for all to bear and accept: that they would have to move, and re-plant their seeds and re-tell their stories elsewhere. That even their magical lands had been altered beyond recognition deeply troubled her, and she decided that together, they would travel and continue to collect their stories, until they would a place where they could settle and start anew.

Though they were all heartbroken to leave behind their old home, they knew that they simply could not live there any longer. And above all, the stories had to survive--it had always been their duty to keep them safe.

Present

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