Susanoo Tsukuyomi
Atrisia's Western Wolf
- Intent: To create a compelling NPC family for Shadow Wing vs Strike Squadron
- Image Credit: Generated with AI
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- Family Name: The Valerius Family (Governor's Household)
- Family Type: Married Couple with Children
- Place of Origin: The Outer Rim World of Valos
- Family Size: 4
- Loyalties: Isla Sable / Shadow Wing (Through Coercion and Psychological Conquest)
- Description: The Valerius family is a tapestry of subjugation, now woven with an even more intricate pattern of control. Governor Anya Valerius is trapped by her love for her wife and twin daughters, forced to comply with Shadow Wing to protect them, even as she watches them be stolen from her. Her wife, Kylara, is seduced by the intellectual validation offered by Isla Sable. Their daughters, Sylvia and Serena, are idealistic pawns, their youth and bond expertly channeled into loyalty for their family's captor. Their home is a battleground where love is the weapon, and the arrival of the twins has doubled the stakes and the heartache.
- Name: Anya Valerius
- Age: 42
- Species: Human
- Role: Governor of Valos; Wife to Kylara; Mother to Sylvia and Serena.
- Languages: Basic, Veridian Trade Tongue
- Skills: Political Administration, Bureaucratic Navigation, Crisis Management, Diplomatic Protocol.
- Notable Possessions: The Governor's Signet Ring, a journal she dares not write in.
- Holdings: The Governorship of Valos, the Governor's Mansion.
- Appearance: Anya Valerius is a woman of striking, regal beauty, now frayed at the edges by constant strain. Standing at 5'9", she has a tan complexion and sharp, elegant features framed by a luxurious cascade of chestnut-brown hair that she struggles to keep perfectly coiffed. Her large, expressive green eyes, once full of warmth, now hold a permanently haunted, weary look, with shadows deepening beneath them.
- Description: Anya's nightmare has multiplied. The threat to her wife, Kylara, was devastating enough. Now, the corruption of her twin daughters, Sylvia and Serena, is an unending torment. She must watch as Isla Sable, with methodical precision, grooms both girls, praising their potential and drawing them into Shadow Wing's orbit. Seeing the two of them, a united front of youthful idealism twisted to serve Sable's purpose, is a unique agony. Anya is more isolated than ever, the sole bearer of a terrifying truth in a home where her wife and both children are falling under the spell of the woman who holds them all captive. Her authority has been utterly dismantled, leaving her a puppet-queen in a gilded cage.
- Name: Kylara Valerius
- Age: 38
- Species: Human
- Role: Governor's Spouse; Wife to Anya; Mother to Sylvia and Serena.
- Languages: Basic, Bocce
- Skills: Charismatic Networking, Art History, Perceptive Listener, Persuasive Rhetoric.
- Notable Possessions: A collection of rare Alderaaanian art, including new, provocative pieces gifted by Isla Sable.
- Holdings: None in her own name.
- Appearance: Kylara possesses a delicate, ethereal beauty that seems to have been sharpened by recent events. Her porcelain skin contrasts dramatically with her flowing obsidian hair and large, captivating brown eyes that now gleam with a new, intense curiosity.
- Description: Kylara's sense of purpose has been magnified with the involvement of both her daughters. Where she once felt like a decorative accessory, she now sees herself as the matriarch of a new, powerful alliance. Isla Sable's inclusion of both Sylvia and Serena in strategic discussions feels like a validation of their entire family's potential. She watches with pride as her daughters engage with Sable, believing they are being prepared for a significant role in a renewed galaxy. She misinterprets Anya's protective despair as a failure to see the grand destiny Sable is offering them all. In her mind, she is not betraying her family; she is securing a legacy of strength and purpose for her children, a united front against a galaxy of weakness.
- Name: Sylvia Valerius
- Age: 19
- Species: Human
- Role: Daughter of Anya and Kylara; Twin Sister to Serena.
- Languages: Basic, Veridian Trade Tongue
- Skills: Equestrian Riding, Political Theory (Academic), Public Debate, Emerging Pilot Aptitude.
- Notable Possessions: A data-reader filled with texts recommended by Isla Sable; a personalized Shadow Wing flight suit.
- Holdings: None.
- Appearance: Sylvia stands just under six feet tall, with a slender, sleek form gifted with a natural hourglass figure, a narrow waist, and generous hips. Her skin is lightly tanned, and she has shoulder-length, snowy-white hair brushed to comb over her right eye, obscuring it completely. Her uncovered left eye is a rich, deep brown. She wears blue eye-shadow and rosy-brown lipstick. Her Shadow Wing flight suit is her signature garment; skin-tight and full-coverage for duty, it retracts into a stylish collar and flowing strands of black fabric in casual settings, revealing cleavage and a diamond piercing at her navel.
- Description: Sylvia is the more overtly passionate of the twins. She burns with a desire to affect real change, and Isla Sable has become the focal point of that desire. She is enthralled by Shadow Wing's power and decisiveness, seeing it as the antithesis of the ineffectual governance she grew up watching. Her flight suit is a symbol of her chosen identity; she wears it with pride, a constant visual rejection of her mother Anya's world. Her bond with her twin sister, Serena, is her anchor, and their shared admiration for Sable strengthens it further. She sees their path alongside Shadow Wing as a grand adventure, a chance for her and her sister to truly matter, and she views Anya's caution as an attempt to hold them back.
- Name: Serena Valerius
- Age: 19
- Species: Human
- Role: Daughter of Anya and Kylara; Twin Sister to Sylvia.
- Languages: Basic, Veridian Trade Tongue
- Skills: Technical Aptitude, Strategic Games, Linguistics, Cyber-Security Basics.
- Notable Possessions: A custom-modified datapad for slicing exercises; an identical Shadow Wing flight suit to her sister's.
- Holdings: None.
- Appearance: Serena is Sylvia's mirror image in height and figure, but her style is a study in contrast. Where Sylvia's white hair is artfully messy, Serena's is kept in a severe, sharp bob. She prefers dark, smoky eye makeup that enhances the intense brown eyes she shares with her sister, which she does not hide. She possesses the same flight suit, but wears it with a more practical, less theatrical air.
- Description: Serena is the thinker to Sylvia's firebrand. While equally devoted to the new path Isla Sable has shown them, her commitment is more cerebral. She is fascinated by the strategic and logistical brilliance of Shadow Wing's operations. Sable nurtures this, giving her technical puzzles and challenging her with complex scenarios. Serena's loyalty is built on a foundation of intellectual respect rather than pure passion. Her unity with Sylvia is absolute; they are a package deal. If Sylvia is the heart of their duo, Serena is the brain, and together they reinforce each other's belief in Sable's cause. She sees their involvement not just as an adventure, but as the application of superior logic to a broken galaxy, and she has little patience for what she perceives as her mother Anya's emotional and illogical resistance.
Before the galaxy turned itself upside down, the Valerius family lived in a bubble of serene, predictable comfort on the Outer Rim world of Valos. Their existence was a portrait of provincial stability, far removed from the political scheming of the Core. Anya's governorship was a role of quiet administration, dealing with agricultural quotas, minor trade disputes, and the maintenance of the planet's aging orbital docks. It was a position of respect, but not one of great power or danger. Their world was a backwater, and for a long time, that was its greatest blessing.
Their home, the Governor's Mansion, was a spacious, elegant structure more suited to hosting receptions for local artisans than war councils. Life within its walls was governed by a gentle rhythm. Mornings were for official business, afternoons for family, and evenings often saw Kylara hosting small gatherings for Valos's cultural elite. The twins, Sylvia and Serena, navigated this environment with the restless energy of brilliant minds trapped in a gilded cage. Their education was extensive, filled with histories of galactic conflicts and political theories they could only apply to hypotheticals. They dreamed of making a real difference, of their ideals shaking the foundations of a galaxy they knew only from datapads and news reels. Sylvia's passion was fiery and immediate, yearning for a cause to champion. Serena's was cooler, more analytical, craving a complex system upon which to apply her intellect. Their bond was their fortress, a shared language of ambition and frustration with the quiet, unchanging world their mothers had built. To them, it was a beautiful prison.
The catalyst for their undoing arrived on a day that was meant to be a celebration: the twins' nineteenth birthday. The mansion was adorned with subtle decorations, and the air was filled with the gentle hum of conversation and music. Anya, having finished her duties early, watched with a contented smile as Kylara flawlessly orchestrated the event. The twins, resplendent in new gowns, were the center of attention, though Anya could see the familiar glint of restless ambition in their eyes even as they laughed with friends. It was a picture of perfect, insulated happiness.
The image shattered with the shriek of atmospheric entry alarms. A single, scarred Lambda-class shuttle, its hull pitted with carbon scoring and one engine trailing faint smoke, descended erratically towards the capital. It was a ghost ship, a stark intrusion from the violent galaxy beyond Valos's atmosphere. Anya's security detail went on high alert, but the vessel issued no threats, only a desperate, looping distress call. Its transponder codes, though garbled, identified it as a Galactic Alliance vessel.
Anya, her sense of duty overriding caution, authorized the shuttle to land at the secure gubernatorial pad. As the ramp lowered, a figure emerged who would forever alter the destiny of their world. Commander Isla Sable stood there, not as a conquering warlord, but as a picture of weary, dignified resilience. Her uniform was impeccably maintained, but her face was etched with the strain of recent trauma. Behind her stood a small, grim-faced cadre of survivors the nascent Shadow Wing, presented as shell-shocked refugees from the fallen Coruscant.
Sable's story was a masterpiece of tragic half-truths. She spoke of the bravery of the defenders, the chaos of the fall, and their desperate, last-minute escape. She requested sanctuary, a place for her and her people to recover from their wounds, both physical and psychological. Touched by their plight and feeling a galactic obligation, Anya granted their request, offering them the guest wing of the mansion. The birthday party's mood shifted from celebration to somber reflection. The twins were utterly captivated. Here, in their own home, were living relics of the most significant event in recent history. Isla Sable was no longer a abstract figure from a news report; she was a real, breathing commander who had stared into the abyss.
Isla's long-term manipulation began with the subtlety of a master artist. The first strokes were applied to Kylara. Sable, discovering Kylara's passion for art, spent hours discussing the symbolism in Alderaaanian masterpieces. She deftly steered their conversations toward the art of the Core Worlds, framing it as a reflection of a culture grown decadent and weak, its beauty hollow and its foundations rotten. She spoke of Coruscant's galleries burning not as a tragedy, but as the inevitable fate of a society that prized aesthetics over strength. To Kylara, who had always felt her intellectual contributions were undervalued, these conversations were intoxicating. Sable treated her not as a governor's decorative wife, but as a peer, a woman of taste and insight.
Simultaneously, Sable worked her charm on the twins. She recognized their intelligence and their frustration instantly. To Sylvia, she spoke of conviction, of the power of believing in something so strongly you would burn the old world to build a new one. To Serena, she presented Shadow Wing's operations as intricate tactical puzzles, engaging her in theoretical war games and praising her logical solutions. She gave them a sense of purpose they had never known, acknowledging their potential in a way that their peaceful, boring world never could. Meanwhile, her "survivors" began to ingratiate themselves with the planet's infrastructure. Under the guise of "repaying the governor's kindness" and repairing their shuttle, they offered technical assistance. They "upgraded" the planetary communication network, "fortified" the orbital traffic control systems, and "patched" security gaps. In reality, they were seizing control, placing Shadow Wing's hooks deep into Valos's technological spine.
The shift from guest to garrison was gradual but deliberate. It was catalyzed by an event Sable herself likely engineered: a "surprise" raid by a notorious pirate band on a Veridian freight convoy. The planet's limited defense force scrambled, but was quickly outmatched. Just as panic began to set in, Sable made her move. She approached Anya, not as a supplicant, but as a partner. "My people can help," she said, her voice calm and assured. "We have the means. Let us defend your world."
With Anya's reluctant authorization, Shadow Wing's hidden TIE fighters launched from a concealed hangar bay on the supposedly crippled shuttle. The fight was not a battle; it was an annihilation. The pirate ships were dismantled with surgical, ruthless efficiency. The display of power was terrifying and, for many, awe-inspiring. For the people of Valos, Shadow Wing were heroes. For the twins, it was a revelation. This was the decisive action they had craved. This was power, real and uncompromising. Sylvia watched the battle with wide, exhilarated eyes, while Serena analyzed the tactics with intense admiration.
In the aftermath of the battle, Sable shed her refugee disguise completely. She summoned Anya to a private meeting, and the mask of the grateful guest fell away. The friendly commander was gone, replaced by a cold-eyed predator. She laid out the new reality with brutal clarity. Valos was now under Shadow Wing's protection, which was another word for its control. Anya's role was to provide full logistical, material, and political support. She would be the public face, while Sable pulled the strings.
When Anya, horrified, began to protest, Sable silenced her not with a shout, but with a soft, chilling threat. "You have a beautiful family, Governor," she said, her gaze unwavering. "A wife of rare insight. Twin daughters of such… potential. It would be a galactic tragedy if something were to happen to them. A pirate raid is such a chaotic affair. Accidents happen." The threat was not just to Valos; it was aimed directly at the heart of Anya's world. Her love for Kylara, Sylvia, and Serena was now the chain that bound her. Compliance was the only way to keep them safe.
From that moment, the family's fracture became a chasm. Sable now openly cultivated Kylara and the twins, creating a new, powerful faction within the mansion walls. Family dinners, once a time for easy conversation, became strategic briefings. Sable would discuss galactic movements, and Kylara would offer her perspective, feeling valued and integral to the cause. The twins would eagerly contribute, Sylvia with passionate endorsements of aggressive action, Serena with clever logistical suggestions.
Anya was forced to sit at the head of this table, a silent ghost in her own home. She had to listen as Kylara praised Sable's "vision," her heart breaking as she saw the admiration in her wife's eyes the same admiration that had once been reserved for her. She had to endure Sylvia's fervent declarations that Shadow Wing's methods, while harsh, were the only way to save the galaxy from itself. She had to suffer Serena's cool, logical dismantling of any cautious argument Anya dared to whisper, her own daughter dismissing her as a relic of a failed era.
Sable's manipulation of Kylara and the twins was a continuous, insidious process. She fostered a sense of exclusivity and shared purpose. She gave Kylara small, seemingly important tasks—analyzing diplomatic communiques for "hidden meanings," advising on how to present Shadow Wing's presence to the public. She made Kylara feel like she was the moral and intellectual compass of their burgeoning movement. With the twins, she was a mentor. She took Sylvia on flight simulations, praising her instincts. She gave Serena complex slicer challenges, calling her a prodigy. She bonded them to her by fulfilling their deepest needs: for Kylara, significance; for the twins, purpose.
Anya's existence became a waking nightmare. Every order she signed to divert planetary resources to Shadow Wing felt like a betrayal of her oath. Every time she saw Sylvia and Serena in their skin-tight flight suits, their eyes alight with a fanaticism she recognized as Sable's influence, a piece of her spirit died. She was trapped in an impossible paradox: to protect her family, she had to empower the very force that was systematically destroying it. Her love, her greatest strength, had been perfectly weaponized against her. She watched the woman she loved and the children she had raised become eager disciples of their jailer, while she, the governor, the mother, the wife, was reduced to a terrified, silent bystander, financing her own exquisite torment and praying for a deliverance that seemed more impossible with each passing day. The happy, boring life on Valos was not just a memory; it was a taunting echo from a reality that Isla Sable had utterly annihilated.
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