Sidonia
Character
SIDONIA VEYL
| Age | 28 |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 5'7" |
| Weight | 120 lbs |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Sidonia Veyl cuts a figure of lethal elegance; tall, statuesque, and utterly commanding. Her presence enters a room before she does, chilling the air like the shadow of an oncoming storm. Her physique is shaped by discipline and war: long-limbed, lean, and strong, built for both precision and endurance. She moves like a duelist, every step as measured as a blade’s edge.
Her face is striking and sharp, sculpted with a regal symmetry that speaks to her noble blood. High cheekbones frame a countenance pale as frost, unblemished and unyielding. Her lips are full but rarely soften into anything resembling warmth; when they curve, it is in cruelty, amusement, or cold calculation.
Sidonia’s most unsettling feature is her eyes. piercing, glacial blue irises that seem to look through a person rather than at them. Beneath that gaze lies a mind of ruthless intellect and indomitable will. Her stare does not beg attention; it demands obedience.
Her hair falls in long, silken waves of stark light blue, often tied back in austere styles or braided in ceremonial Sith fashion. In moments of battle, she lets it fall loose, giving the illusion of chaos even as every movement remains precise. Upon her brow rests a dark circlet of obsidian interwoven with alchemized silver, a crown not of inheritance, but of conquest.
Sidonia dresses as both Sith noble and warlord. Her attire is a fusion of ancient Sith finery and high-grade military wear: a high-collared coat of midnight blue trimmed in blood-red runes, fitted over armorweave garments reinforced with phrik-threaded plating. The coat’s shoulders bear the sigil of House Veyl, a thorn-wreathed sword piercing a dying star; embroidered in shimmering silver. A long mantle trails behind her, black as the void and edged with arcane Thulean glyphs.
At her hip rests a custom lightsaber of dark alloy, slender and refined like a dueling blade. When ignited, its blade glows deep indigo, closer to shadow than light, its hum low and cruel. A second weapon often accompanies it: a ceremonial cortosis-forged sword passed through generations of House Veyl, its edge baptized in blood, its legacy sealed by betrayal.
Though undeniably beautiful, Sidonia Veyl is not adorned to please. Her appearance is as much a weapon as her lightsaber, a crafted image of austere majesty, imperial dominance, and ambition sharpened to a killing point. To look upon her is to see the embodiment of House Veyl’s dark legacy, and to understand that Thule bows not to peace, but to power.
INVENTORY
Pending
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Sidonia Veyl is the embodiment of elegant cruelty, calm, calculating, and utterly without remorse. Raised on the doctrine that power is the only true constant in the galaxy, she does not shy from brutality; she embraces it as a natural and even beautiful extension of strength. To Sidonia, mercy is not a virtue, it is a weakness reserved for the naïve and soon-to-be-dead.
She is supremely confident in her authority, with a regal bearing that borders on theatrical, though never without purpose. Her poise is deliberate, every gesture a performance of control, every word a weapon. Sidonia speaks with chilling clarity, her tone smooth and often laced with a cold amusement that unsettles those who serve her. She is not easily angered; she prefers to dismantle her enemies with precision, not passion.
Underneath her commanding presence lies a mind of exceptional discipline and intellect. She is a tactician, a manipulator, and a predator. She studies her enemies as a hunter studies prey, understanding their fears, desires, and flaws before exploiting them with surgical precision. Whether in diplomacy or warfare, Sidonia believes domination begins in the mind long before it manifests on the battlefield.
Yet for all her savagery, Sidonia is not without principles, only hers are alien to most. She believes deeply in hierarchy and order, so long as she is at the apex. Loyalty is to be demanded, not earned, and betrayal is an offense punishable by creative executions. She sees love not as affection, but as possession, an extension of control, a bond defined by power imbalances. Those rare few who catch her interest romantically are viewed as conquests rather than companions.
Despite her capacity for cruelty, Sidonia is not mindlessly violent. She detests chaos for its own sake and has little patience for incompetence or waste. Everything she does, every life she takes, every alliance she forges, is in service to her vision: the unchallenged dominion of House Veyl, the rise of Thule as a dark bastion of Sith strength, and her own eventual ascension to galactic significance.
She views the Sith Code as a ladder to be climbed, ruthlessly and without hesitation. She admires strength wherever she sees it, even in her enemies, but believes it is her destiny to stand above all others. Those who serve her are rewarded with stability and status. Those who defy her are crushed with precision and finality.
In her darkest moments, Sidonia experiences something resembling loneliness, though she would never name it. She does not seek companionship so much as she seeks someone strong enough to endure her. Until that day comes; if it ever does' she remains alone atop a throne carved in blood, beautiful and terrible, a queen by her own making.
STRENGTHS
Unflinching Ruthlessness – Sidonia does not hesitate when it comes to betrayal, sacrifice, or brutality. Her decisiveness and willingness to commit acts others might balk at make her a highly dangerous political and military player.
Cunning Negotiator – Despite her brutality, Sidonia has a sharp instinct for when to bend instead of break. Her ability to strike a deal with the Mandalorian Empire is proof that she can balance ambition with pragmatism, leveraging her position to survive and thrive under stronger powers.
WEAKNESSES
Paranoid Control – Having killed her own family to secure power, Sidonia trusts no one fully. This paranoia breeds micromanagement and makes her vulnerable to manipulation by those who can feed her suspicion, or exploit the isolation she creates around herself.
Overreaching Ambition – Sidonia is rarely content with what she has. Her constant hunger for more power blinds her to risks, tempting her into conflicts or alliances that may not serve her long-term survival. Enemies can exploit this by dangling promises of greater dominion or tempting her to stretch her resources too thin.
HISTORY
House Veyl’s name first entered the annals of Thulean nobility during the reign of Kaine Zambrano, the Sith King of Thule in the aftermath of the Four Hundred Year Darkness. Though never a great house, the Veyls were loyal vassals who earned their standing through service. They supplied officers, captains, and dark adepts to Zambrano’s campaigns across the stars, gaining renown as reliable instruments of Sith power. What the Veyls lacked in grandeur, they compensated for in ruthless efficiency, carving their fortunes on the edge of a blade in the name of their liege.
For deacdes they endured in that fashion, until the day came when Kaine Zambrano’s own ritual scoured Thule clean of life. The dark sacrifice that annihilated billions spared House Veyl only by chance – for in that fateful hour they were offworld, attending to Sith business elsewhere in the Old Sith Empire. When they returned, they found their home reduced to ash and silence, and so the Veyls slipped into exile.
Thus, they wandered the galaxy, diminished in power yet clinging to pride. Quietly, carefully, they gathered strength, waiting for the moment when Thule might again be worthy of them. That moment came years later when the Sith Order’s rites and the Galactic Alliance’s intervention inadvertently healed Thule, turning scorched earth to fertile soil. Where others saw renewal, the Veyls saw destiny. They returned to their ancestral world, determined to replant their banner in the dark soil of Thule.
It was into this chapter that Sidonia Veyl was born. Raised in marble halls that smelled more of ambition than of hearth, she was never shown the tenderness of family. Instead, she was taught that the Dark Side was her inheritance, that dominance was survival, and that control was the only true form of love. In her youth, she sparred with blades until her hands bled, memorized the cruel philosophies of Sith warlords, and learned that trust was but a tool for manipulation.
When her parents’ grip on House Veyl faltered, Sidonia did what her teachings had long prepared her for. She murdered her mother with cold deliberation, executed her father in a public display, and drowned her siblings before they could one day threaten her claim. The blood of her kin marked her as the rightful heir, and from the ashes of that massacre, Sidonia rose as the Matriarch of House Veyl.
Yet her sights were never limited to her household alone. Sidonia’s ambition burned far brighter. She envisioned Thule not as a jewel to serve the whims of others, but as a kingdom she alone would command. And for a time, that vision nearly became reality. But the galaxy is never still, and the arrival of the Mandalorian Empire on Thule shifted her course. Their banners and fleets claimed sovereignty over the planet, halting her conquest before it could bear full fruit.
Sidonia did not resist blindly. Instead, she bargained with iron resolve. Through tense negotiations with Mandalorian envoys, she secured an understanding: Thule would be hers to rule in practice, its nobility and people bending to her will, while the Mandalorian Empire would count upon her armies, her brutality, and her loyalty whenever they called. For now, the pact holds.
But House Veyl has never been satisfied with half-measures, and Sidonia least of all. She wears her crown knowing that satisfaction is fleeting, and that ambition never dies. What the Mandalorians see as an arrangement, she sees as a stepping stone. For Sidonia Veyl, the throne of Thule is only the beginning.