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You are The Wicked Princess

The castle you grew up in was dark, dusty and haunted.
Your fondest childhood memories are of playing amongst the tools of torture in the dungeon.
Your mother, The Queen, made sure you were properly schooled in the Dark Arts, to assure her continuing legacy of fear.
Your people are mere peons, there to do your bidding, and though you are disliked, they fear you enough to not form an uprising.
You enjoy your power and use every opportunity to display it, least anyone should forget you will be Queen one day.
You prefer overcast and stormy days, and your favorite activity is the plotting of your revenge against those who would oppose you
Your crown is a sharp, thin silver band that holds a large bloodstone in the center.
Your throne is large and looming, made of the coldest, blackest granite your slaves could find.

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