The first impression that Rhea strikes is her cool, clear skin, in ivory contrast to the long fall of her dark hair. She is ebon and cream, midnight and moonlight. Though a sculptor could have cast her features from marble -- the clean angles and planes of her cheeks, the willful strength of her angled jawline -- the dynamic animation of the bow of her mouth with its hinted shade of bladed smile, and the intensity of her brilliant gaze, are irreproducible in art. Her eyes are a vivid, intense blue, remarkable for both clarity and color beneath the quirk of fine, dark brows. Lean as a rail, she is a woman of rangy height and long limbs, her hands fine-boned with long fingers that speak in fleeting, active gestures.
Before serendipitously inheriting Aviaron's Peak, Rhea was a young woman who knew it all and was all too happy to meddle and manipulate others. Never for personal gain, of course, but out of a genuine desire to make their lives better. Her interests were varied but rarely lasting; whatever she cared about, she cared for deeply but only briefly.
You would think becoming responsible for so many other people would temper her. You would be wrong. She now spends her days arguing with her advisors and ministers about things like whether or not they should reallocate their defense budget to engineering a man-made lake atop the Peak for year-round ice fishing. Amateur comedian or waiting disaster? Public opinion is mixed. At least she's (usually) nice!
Even as a child, Rhea was bossy and very focused on guiding other people, just rarely in a way they'd want their guidance. No, Rhea, you can't help Riagnon toughen up by filling his mattress with rocks. No, Rhea, don't cut your uncle's armor straps because he hasn't realized he's grown too fat for them. No, Rhea, you should not be ordering those obviously satirical self-help books from the Great Archive and be giving them to people you don't like. Attempts to curb this behavior backfired, but the worst of it seemed to bleed out of her over the years, until she drank a bit too much at a diplomatic dinner and threw her goblet on the guest of honor. A decision was made to huck her off to Nightgold's cadet branch.
Within three months, it came out the head and only other member of that cadet branch was actually a long lost prince. He went home. Oops. After a month of waiting for a long lost Aviaron to appear in similar fashion, she declared herself Marquessa.