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Thessaly Veruna
| Name | Thessaly Veruna-Damaris |
| Age | 30 |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 1.75 meters |
| Weight | Undisclosed |
| Force Sensitive | No |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Thessaly stands statuesque, with the sculpted beauty of Naboo’s nobility sharpened into something colder, more deliberate. Emerald eyes catch the light like polished glass, and her expression rarely strays from poised disdain or faint amusement. Dark hair falls in waves or severe braids, often veiled in mourning silks that render her both untouchable and magnetic.
She favors jewel-toned gowns or the theatrical severity of black, her attire carefully chosen to unnerve and captivate. Her presence is one of gravity: a woman who enters a room as though it already belongs to her.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
- Master Manipulator: Adept at reading and exploiting social dynamics.
- Independent Wealth: Commands resources inherited from her late husband.
- Political Theatre: Turns grief and beauty into public weapons.
- Cold Patience: Strikes only when timing favors her completely.
- Family Knowledge: Intimately aware of the games and weaknesses of Naboo’s nobility.
- Vindictive Streak: Holds grudges to her own detriment.
- Rumored Widowmaker: Whispers of her husband’s death trail her reputation.
- Isolated: Lacks loyal allies; her dominance often breeds resentment.
BIOGRAPHY
Thessaly Damaris is a name spoken in Naboo’s salons with equal parts fascination and unease. Born among marble courts and perfumed gardens, she was raised on pageantry, expectation, and whispered schemes. From the first, it was clear she would never be permitted an ordinary life.
At eighteen, she was wed to an offworld magnate whose fortune was matched only by his years. For more than a decade she lived away from Naboo, immersed in the glittering towers and ruthless boardrooms of the Core. What began as a young bride’s exile transformed her into something else entirely: an observer, a student, a player in games that did not forgive innocence.
When her husband’s sudden death left her widowed and independently wealthy, Thessaly returned to Naboo not as a girl, but as a force. Draped in black silks and armed with a reputation too sharp to ignore, she carries herself as both mourner and monarch, a woman who has traded vulnerability for command.
Some whisper she was always this way — patient, ambitious, merciless beneath her poise. Others claim she learned her cruelty elsewhere, among the Core’s colder palaces of glass and steel. Whatever the truth, Naboo has never seen her like.
Where once she was an afterthought, she now demands attention. Where once she played the pawn, she now writes her own moves. A widow, a sister, a serpent in silk — Thessaly Damaris has returned, and she intends to stay.
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