Lyssandra Vaelith
Character
Lyssandra Vaelith
NAME: Lyssandra "Lyssa" Vaelith
FACTION: None, yet
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Zeltron
AGE: 18
SEX: female
HEIGHT: 5' 6"
WEIGHT: 140 lbs
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Dark red
SKIN: Deep pink
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, strong
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Describe in moderate detail the strengths and weaknesses of your character.
APPEARANCE:
Describe your character's physical appearance. While your avatar should represent your character's appearance, there might be some things not apparent in it for use in role-playing. Height, weight, eye color, hair color, and skin color may also be listed here.
BIOGRAPHY:
Lyssandra Vaelith was born under violet skies, a child of dwindling nobility on a world that no longer remembered her family's name. House Vaelith had once traded in art, diplomacy, and wealth, but war and corruption had reduced their legacy to a crumbling apartment block in the underlevels. Her father vanished when she was too young to remember him, leaving her mother—a once-striking woman whose beauty had become a currency she could no longer afford—to raise her daughter alone.
From the beginning, Lyssa bore the gifts of her people: the warmth of her skin, the velvet softness of her eyes, and the uncanny ability to sense the pulse of emotion in any room. Children laughed at her for it, calling her a liar when she answered questions they hadn't asked aloud. But she learned to temper the gift into a skill—listening more than speaking, knowing when to smile, when to touch a shoulder, when to lower her gaze and let the silence linger just long enough.
At twelve, her mother's illness grew worse. Medical credits piled up; the cupboards emptied. Lyssa's choice was not between good and evil, but between feeding her mother and watching her waste away. The Crimson Blossom Circle found her then, draping silks across her shoulders and teaching her the ancient Zeltron art of companionship. Not merely seduction, but conversation, presence, the ability to make a stranger feel as though they were the most important soul in the galaxy.
Her teens were a blur of music-lit parlors and smoke-filled chambers, the whisper of clients' secrets against her ear. She learned how quickly the powerful revealed themselves when they felt wanted. Some were kind; most were not. A few left scars she never spoke of, the kind that festered beneath the skin, forcing her to build an armor of laughter and poise. The Circle called it survival. Lyssa called it pretending.
By sixteen she was no longer a girl but a commodity, wrapped in velvet and scent, admired for her beauty but ignored for her heart. Yet she never stopped sending her credits home. Each payment a lifeline, each smile a transaction she endured so her mother could see another dawn.
Not all her companions were cruel. Aurianna D'Velour, another Zeltron, taught her how to drink poison without letting it kill her. Kaelen Dross, a smuggler with a crooked grin, pulled her from the hands of a client who thought affection meant ownership. Lyssa carried their lessons like small torches in the dark.
But there were shadows deeper still. The Syndicate of Glass—whose grip on the underlevels had strangled her childhood—did not forget debts unpaid. They watched as Lyssa rose within the Circle, as she slipped through their fingers. They marked her as theirs, a jewel they intended to reclaim.
On the eve of her eighteenth year, standing at the edge of adulthood, Lyssandra Vaelith found herself divided between two lives. To one side stretched the silken halls of the Circle, the only trade she had ever known, a life of quiet despair gilded in beauty.
Lyssa still carried her scars, both seen and unseen. She still pretended at strength while bleeding inside. Yet her empathy—her refusal to let the galaxy's cruelty harden her completely—was her rebellion. She had been forged in hunger and smoke, raised in rooms where love was bought and sold, and still she chose to heal rather than destroy.
SHIP:
None, yet
KILLS:
None, yet
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
None, yet
NAME: Lyssandra "Lyssa" Vaelith
FACTION: None, yet
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Zeltron
AGE: 18
SEX: female
HEIGHT: 5' 6"
WEIGHT: 140 lbs
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Dark red
SKIN: Deep pink
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, strong
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Describe in moderate detail the strengths and weaknesses of your character.
APPEARANCE:
Describe your character's physical appearance. While your avatar should represent your character's appearance, there might be some things not apparent in it for use in role-playing. Height, weight, eye color, hair color, and skin color may also be listed here.
BIOGRAPHY:
Lyssandra Vaelith was born under violet skies, a child of dwindling nobility on a world that no longer remembered her family's name. House Vaelith had once traded in art, diplomacy, and wealth, but war and corruption had reduced their legacy to a crumbling apartment block in the underlevels. Her father vanished when she was too young to remember him, leaving her mother—a once-striking woman whose beauty had become a currency she could no longer afford—to raise her daughter alone.
From the beginning, Lyssa bore the gifts of her people: the warmth of her skin, the velvet softness of her eyes, and the uncanny ability to sense the pulse of emotion in any room. Children laughed at her for it, calling her a liar when she answered questions they hadn't asked aloud. But she learned to temper the gift into a skill—listening more than speaking, knowing when to smile, when to touch a shoulder, when to lower her gaze and let the silence linger just long enough.
At twelve, her mother's illness grew worse. Medical credits piled up; the cupboards emptied. Lyssa's choice was not between good and evil, but between feeding her mother and watching her waste away. The Crimson Blossom Circle found her then, draping silks across her shoulders and teaching her the ancient Zeltron art of companionship. Not merely seduction, but conversation, presence, the ability to make a stranger feel as though they were the most important soul in the galaxy.
Her teens were a blur of music-lit parlors and smoke-filled chambers, the whisper of clients' secrets against her ear. She learned how quickly the powerful revealed themselves when they felt wanted. Some were kind; most were not. A few left scars she never spoke of, the kind that festered beneath the skin, forcing her to build an armor of laughter and poise. The Circle called it survival. Lyssa called it pretending.
By sixteen she was no longer a girl but a commodity, wrapped in velvet and scent, admired for her beauty but ignored for her heart. Yet she never stopped sending her credits home. Each payment a lifeline, each smile a transaction she endured so her mother could see another dawn.
Not all her companions were cruel. Aurianna D'Velour, another Zeltron, taught her how to drink poison without letting it kill her. Kaelen Dross, a smuggler with a crooked grin, pulled her from the hands of a client who thought affection meant ownership. Lyssa carried their lessons like small torches in the dark.
But there were shadows deeper still. The Syndicate of Glass—whose grip on the underlevels had strangled her childhood—did not forget debts unpaid. They watched as Lyssa rose within the Circle, as she slipped through their fingers. They marked her as theirs, a jewel they intended to reclaim.
On the eve of her eighteenth year, standing at the edge of adulthood, Lyssandra Vaelith found herself divided between two lives. To one side stretched the silken halls of the Circle, the only trade she had ever known, a life of quiet despair gilded in beauty.
Lyssa still carried her scars, both seen and unseen. She still pretended at strength while bleeding inside. Yet her empathy—her refusal to let the galaxy's cruelty harden her completely—was her rebellion. She had been forged in hunger and smoke, raised in rooms where love was bought and sold, and still she chose to heal rather than destroy.
SHIP:
None, yet
KILLS:
None, yet
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
None, yet
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