Nova'lee Devsheerraj

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Personal Information

Name:

Age:

Birthplace:

Roon

Species:

Human

Marital Status:

Divorced

In-Game Interactions:

Sol Shrike

Physical Description

Avatar:

Ashwayra Rai

Height:

5'7

Weight:

129 lbs.

Gender:

Female

Hair:

Brown

Eyes:

Hazel

Build:

Lithe

Other:

Tattoo on her upper right arm, pierced nose (culture). It is custom for Roonian women, especially those upper class, to wear simple yet elegant dresses. Unless on special occasion, when then they are known for wearing heavily decorated gowns with headpieces.

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This character is a member of the Galactic Empire.

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Born to a prestigious father and a humble house wife, Nova’lee has spent the vast majority of her life on the sunny side of her home planet, Roon. Other than various political trips she traveled on with her father in later years, Nova rarely ever left the planet. This was one of the many reasons her passion for the people and her culture grew so strong.

Nova'lee as a child with her mother.

Things changed when she was seven, her mother finding it hard to deal with a life full of politics. The woman was humble at best, modest, and very moral. Such a life that Rajah held was anything but, and Darlestine divorced him and left Roon. At the time, it was the hardest moment in the young Roonians life, to know her mother could not stand such a life, and apparently could not stand her daughter enough to fight for custody. Nova’lee loved her father very much, and was happy to be with him, but the hurt her mother caused started the scarring of her eventual battered and iced over heart.

Nova'lee during her teen years.

Years passed, and Nova’lee continued growing up under her fathers shadow. If anything, Rajah was pruning his only child to follow in his footsteps. Nova had a knack for politics. Although she was quiet at first with most people, she had a sort of allure that reeled people in to her world, convincing them of whatever it was she was speaking about. Perhaps it was the trusting innocence that lay in her eyes. Or the beauty that was clearly seen in her face. Or maybe the words, as they were always so spirited and full of passion. Whatever it might’ve been that persuaded people, she had it. Along with this, Rajah helped shape the girls strong competitiveness. This was perhaps the true reason as to how she could captivate an audience: Simple will power. Rajah called her his shining star. He had the utmost faith in his daughter, usually never keeping anything from her. This lead to her knowing more than she probably needed to about the Government of Roon, how corrupt parts of it were, not to mention the rest of the galaxy. Roon is a planet that rotates on its axis only once every orbit around the sun. Because of this, one side is constantly bright while the other always blanketed with night. However, for scientific reasons still not yet known, neither side suffers its lack. The sunny side does not scorch, and the dark side does not freeze. Many believe it to be the cosmic dust cloud that engulfs the circumference of the planet. This cloud also makes it almost impossible, if at least extremely difficult to get to the planet.

Nova'lee and Rajah during his political campaign.

Of course this kind of situation leads to somewhat of a criminal underworld on the dark side of the planet, along with constant spice smuggling issues from smugglers on Ryloth, a nearby planet. This was sure to keep any Senator, or political figure alike, busy. But even so, Roon was known for it’s spice, and various other resources. If anything, it made for good economical gain in many aspects, if done right.

Rajah was a good man, standing on firm beliefs. Though he did his best to be ethical, it was obvious what with his wife’s departure, he did not always make the most moral and ethical choice. The people of Roon came first. He came second.

With the rise of those greedy in the Republic Senate, Nova’lee’s world became rocky. It was around this time, however, she met her future husband, Lijah. At the time, Nova was working for the Secretary of Treasury in the Government office, and Lijah was a profiteering business man from Kuat. He was interested in Roon’s resources, and the astonishing fact the man had even managed to fly through the dust cloud around Roon was rather impressive to not only Rajah, but Nova’lee as well. Only those very skilled in piloting could really master such a feat without getting their ship badly damaged or worse, destroyed.

With Lijah before engaged.

Lijah was passionate about ships, obviously coming from the fact he worked for the Kuat Shipyards. However, Roonians were very content on their style of mixed technology, old with the new, and it took a lot of persuasive power for Lijah to convince Rajah and others to even consider investing in a small line of new starships, persuading them that interstellar travel would be a good profiting business for Roon, even if it did require very skilled pilots to be willing to travel through the dust cloud. Such ships would also be good for Roon’s spice exporting. By the next year, Nova’lee now 22, their relationship had grown from business acquaintance’s, to lovers. The Republic Senate was growing more corrupt in her father’s eyes. Times were tense. But half a year later, Lijah and Nova’lee married, passionately in love.

Nova'lee as bride to Lijah.

After marrying, they moved into their own house, leaving her father to live alone in the high rise apartment in the northern parts of the capital of Roon. But they did not move far away, Nova visiting her father on a daily or at least bi-daily basis. During these dangerous times in the Senate, her father often communicated with Nova’lee while they were both too busy to meet in person. The things he said often made Nova’lee fear for her father, but more so, for the Republic and what it might turn into. Hedonistic people seemed to fill the Senate, and over the next few years, it only seemed to get worse.

Her and her father during his win in the election.

It was roughly five years later that Nova’s life turned against her. Having gone through an emotional rollercoaster of facing two miscarriages, the woman was already suffering deep depression. She was unaware at the time of her husband’s intentions of making a lot of extra money. It wasn’t until a few months later when her father was assassinated that Nova’s personality shifted drastically. Deep down she knew this day might come. The day in which somehow, her father would be taken away from her. However, this was not the way in which she’d imagined it. Holo-news after holo-news spoke of the death of Senator Devsheerraj. It finally dawned on Nova’lee that perhaps her father didn’t tell her about everything. What jarred her the most was where he was killed. It was on her fathers personal agenda to meet some person that had information vital for the next election. He could’ve been followed, but it was highly unlikely. He had bodyguards. The Roonians were serious about protecting their political figures. Someone had to have known before hand. But not even his closest aide knew. She wouldn’t have even known if it weren’t for the fact she’d read his datapad after hearing the news. She never released the evidence to the officials.

Nova after recently hearing of her father's death.

After investigations, leading to no answers that really satisfied her, Nova’lee took it upon herself to look into things. It wasn’t long after that she noticed the rather large deposits into her husbands separate bank account. They’d yet to fully merge both accounts into one, and decided until then to have separate accounts along with one joint account. The feeling of betrayal settled into the pit of her stomach. Betrayal, confusion, and hate. Why. What exactly had he done? He’d left for a business trip shortly before her fathers death, this coupled with the large amount of credits in his account only proved him to look more guilty in Nova’lee’s eyes.

He came home to a loose cannon. Anything in her reach was launched at the unsuspecting man, vases, pictures, shoes, communicators, animals…it didn’t matter. Tears stung her eyes, laced her cheeks. Never had Nova’lee been so angry in her life. So visibly upset. So livid. Things were screamed, words she’d never thought she’d speak. She wanted to kill him. A feeling that frightened her. Was she really this kind of person? How did she get here? She wasn’t sure exactly what her husbands involvement with her fathers death was, but he was guilty in her eyes no matter what he did or didn’t do. He was lucky her blaster was upstairs. Knowing killing a man would do nothing to further her career—and she didn’t want her father to die in vain—Nova’lee commanded the bruised, confused man to leave the premises. A file for divorce followed shortly after.

During her run for Governor.

A month later, and she’d won by a landslide the new position of Governor. Now that the Senate was officially disbanded, and the

Looking out to the people from Tawntoom Citadel.

Empire had replaced the former Republic, there was no need for a Senator. Her father’s death had plenty to do with the election, he was, after all, a very good Senator. Taking some months to get settled into her new life, and new position, having moved to a completely different sector of the capital, Nova decided it was time to get back to the bottom of things. Along with continuing on in her fathers footsteps, knowing soon she’d be running things a bit differently then the recently deceased, the other thing on Nova’s agenda was personal. To get to the bottom of the truth of his death. Her personal aide, Durlstt Salmoya, was sent to do a bit of research on who might be involved in her fathers death. Weeks later, the man whom her father was to meet for the vital piece of information regarding his election, was found dead. Not traceable in anyway to the new Governor, it is the first death to rest on Nova's conscience.

Things happen in life forever changing a person’s heart. Things happen that reshape a persona: things that can never be forgotten, things that always seem to haunt. When once a young, fun loving, charismatic spirit, Nova’lee is no more the person she was then as a nerf is a meat eater. Once a shy, however, spirited lady, Nova is now a voiced, calculated person. Heart hardened by the past, she strives to get things done her way, no matter the consequences. She wouldn’t hesitate to have someone killed if it meant giving justice, or the death being beneficial to Roon and its people or government in some way. Although she is quick to make such brash decisions, the ghosts of guilt haunt her when she is alone to hear nothing but their voices. All people are born innocent.

On vacation at the Crimson Casino.

Usually as a child, they are pure of heart. Nova, like most, began this way. Through years of practice, and her time in politics, Nova can lie just as easily as she could tell the truth if it meant getting what she wanted. She can weave a web, and usually manage to find her way out.

Still more an observer than a talker, her eyes seem to do all the talking, though she is not afraid to voice an opinion if it needs to be heard. Judgmental, and in many respects ruthless, Nova’lee finds it hard to forgive anyone who’s wronged. At the same time, she finds it hard to forgive herself when she knows she’s done something unethical just to get what she, or more so, her people, needs. Highly competitive, the woman truly does everything in her capacity to get things done.

She is passionate. Passionate about her people, passionate about her beliefs, and once was passionate with those whom she dearly loved. When someone has everything ripped away from them, they must rebuild themselves with a thicker shell. A shell that protects them from duplicated harm. It is very hard to get inside of this shell. Only those as close to her as her personal aide could really vouch for knowing the woman, but even the aide cannot truly be confident in her opinion of knowing the Governor. She’s changed too much in such the short time she’s gained her position. Not only that, but Nova broke all ties she had when her father was still alive, and started fresh during her campaign to run for Governor.

If ever she opened herself up to someone, she would more than likely come across witty, with a dry sense of humor. But not even Nova’lee knows her true self anymore, lost beneath the mask she adorns on a daily basis for her people. With her, trust must be earned, and hard earned such a gift would be. Nova’lee trusts no one, not even her closest aide, which sadly in itself, is the only person she would really ever consider a friend. It is this lack of trust that keeps her up all night, paranoia gnawing at her, depriving her of needed sleep, and needed sanity. Struggling between the person she use to be, and the half of a person she is now, Nova’lee finds it hard to survive her daily internal battle, but gets through it with self pride and adamant effort.

But she is a politic. Brandishing an enjoyable façade is one of her greatest skills. Playing charismatic to her people, Nova’lee lets no one in on her dark hours, or her despair. She cannot afford it in her position. The media would eat it up. She tries her best to ignore such negative thoughts and feelings—especially when in public—knowing it is only a distraction from her job to secure the future of her people and of Roon.

She despises the Black Sun, and further more is very skeptical of this new Empire…to the point of doing her own research on the happenings around the galaxy. She now loves Roon and its people, and nothing more. The idea of becoming part of this Empire, especially after things that’ve happened in the very recent past, have Nova’lee wondering if indeed Roon is on the right side of things.

Talent wise, she is a good shot. Having trained with a blaster since she was a teenager, her father always felt it necessary to be able to defend ones self. Especially if one was to go into politics.

Though she's never personally killed someone with her own bare hands, she tells herself she'd do it if it needed to be done.