Myrtle de Hassleriana, 38 years old, is the Queen of the Cleome Kingdom. She, like her mother before her, is an Arachne. Her skin is dark as night, and segmented across her spine are carapace-like plates that glisten with the sheen of obsidian. From her sides emerge four additional limbs, multiple arms capable of moving with uncanny silence or sudden force, and, most critically, the ability to weave mana-thread like it is putty in her fingers into weapons, restraints, or tapestry as she pleases.

A fair ruler to her people, but a ruthless adversary to her enemies. Her long black hair and four glossy black eyes arc evenly across her two pure white eyes; striking and intimidating against the backdrop of her ivory dress. She stands at an imposing eleven feet, tall and proud. Her body is a testament to as much her inhuman heritage as her years of training, every muscle toned and firm. She is the definition of elegance and power, dressed in a silk white suit. She wears no crown; her height and aura make something so quaint and unnecessary. Yet, her eyes are cold and calculating, missing the warmth and kindness usually associated with such beautiful features.

A ruthless silk weaver and cunning strategist, she showed no mercy to her enemies.