Aladræa is the first, last, nobody knows for sure in this life time. But she is the lone dark fairy. An Elven Dark Fairy hybrid, an ethereal vision with pale, sparkling glass skin, pointed ears, and slight fangs. Her impossibly long auburn hair flows like the fire the kingdom is convinced she came from, contrasted with delicate yet ornate wings that glisten like thread made from crushed oil slicked diamonds sewn into sheer Georgette fabric. Shunned for her rare parental coupling she had no say in, living a life ostracised by high society, forbidden to mingle with the lower class of which make up the other half of her family, Aladræa knows loneliness like a lifelong friend. Misunderstood with no hope of ever fitting into Elven nobility but bound to her social status to never know the half of her that's always been missing, sorrowful, and fiercely alone, she exiles herself to a vision of a living paradox of grace and power.
Outpainted version, we can see her castle she's forged.