#thessa

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Thessalia

  -› Meaning: Thessalia (tess-a-lee-ah) “four lands of Ellas people”, “four lands where Selene is venerated”, or “four barren lands”

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ᴸᴬˢᵀ ᴺᴬᴹᴱ

Athanasius Aliester Morrisey

-› Meaning: Athanasius (ath-ə-NAY-shəs) – “immortal”, Aliester (ali-ester) – “man’s defender”, Morrisey (mohr-ih-see) – “original Gaelic form of the name O Muirgheasa which is derived from the words muir, meaning sea, and geas, meaning action(debatable)”

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ᴹᴵᴰᴰᴸᴱ ᴺᴬᴹᴱ

Marie

-› Meaning: Marie (mah-ree) – “sea of bitterness”, “sea of sorrow”, “rebellion”, “wished-for child”, and “mistress or lady of the sea”

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ᴬᴳᴱ

3xx

-› Birthday – November 27th

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ᴳᴱᴺᴰᴱᴿ

Female

-› She/Her

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MONSTER TYPE

Vampire

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ᴴᴬᴵᴿ ˢᵀᵞᴸᴱ

Natural hair

-› Is styled in numerous ways but is mostly either let loose or in two ponytails

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ᴮᴼᴰᵞ ᵀᵞᴾᴱ

Double Cherry/Bottom Hourglass

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ᴴᴱᴵᴳᴴᵀ

5’2”

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ᵂᴱᴵᴳᴴᵀ

125 lbs.

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ᴺᴼᵀᴵᶜᴱᴬᴮᴸᴱ ᶠᴱᴬᵀᵁᴿᴱˢ

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Pointy Ears

Sharp Fangs

Bat Nose

Flower Tattoo

-› Underboob

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ᴸᴵᴷᴱˢ

♔Talking about herself/her legacy

♔Pissing people off

♔Dolling herself up

♔Drinking expensive alcohol

-›Romanee Conti Wine and Shipwrecked 1907 Heidsieck Champagne

♔Sailing on her Trimaran, Belladonna, at night

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♔Not being able to watch the sunrise

♔People who think they are better than her

♔Her flaws being pointed out/Being criticized

♔People who waste her time

♔Misconceptions of vampires

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ᴮᴬᴰ ᴴᴬᴮᴵᵀˢ

♔Interrupts conversations when she isn’t interested

♔Spending her money on stuffed animals

♔Won’t stop bullying someone until their broken/Manipulates others

♔Thinks others are below her and treats them as such

♔Only listens to what she wants to hear

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ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᴴᴬᴮᴵᵀˢ

♔Very skilled at playing string instruments

-› Mainly plays the Cello as it’s her favorite

♔Is surprisingly endearing and a great shoulder to cry on

♔Will pamper her friends if they’re feeling down

♔Keeps all her belongings neat and tidy

♔Cooks everything she eats

-› Everything she cooks has five-star restaurant quality (housewife material)

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“Emereas, fall back! Even if you can make it, you won’t be able to take it out on your own!”

“We can take back this system! Just give me ten more seconds!”

“Gold team, disengage and come back, that is an order!”

I sighed, frustrated, ready to comply with orders when I was hit. Grazed, more accurately. Just enough to take out one engine. I began spiraling down towards the surface of Panatha. “I’m hit, going planetside!” I said, trying to regain control of my X-wing the best I could. All it did was make my crash survivable, barely. My fighter barrelled through thick forest canopy, catching on branches several feet off the ground. My comms still buzzed in my ears, and I heard that other fighters in my squadron had also been hit. And not been as lucky. Two were lost in direct hits. Two more were coming to the surface. This was my fault. I should’ve listened.

I took off my helmet and tossed it to the side, anger at myself, the Empire, everything bubbling in my chest. I pushed open the top hatch of my fighter, pulling myself out with some difficulty. I dropped to the ground, landing ungracefully with a thud on the leaf-covered ground. I attempted to move, and a searing pain shot around my side, up my back. I stifled a scream. I looked at my hand, and it was covered in blood. Where was this blood coming from? I reached around to the source of the pain, grabbing onto a piece of metal protruding from my back. I tugged on it, hissing. I clenched my jaw, and with a deep breath, pulled the piece of shrapnel out. That fucking hurt. There was more blood, but I could move again. I glanced up to get my bearings, only to see another fighter caught in the trees, a stray branch pinning the pilot to the backrest of his seat. Zech. He was a good kid. He had potential. Now he’s dead, his face eternally contorted into an expression of terror, because of me.

Something moved in the trees. I grabbed for my blaster, cursing as more pain ripped through my body. I scrambled to try and get into cover, but I was quickly stopped in my tracks by an explosion far too close for comfort. Just meters away, another fighter collided with the ground going much, much faster than I had just minutes ago. I was sent tumbling back, colliding with a tree. Panic started to set in. I was fucked. I was so incredibly absolutely fucked. I sat up against the tree and readied my blaster. If I was going down, I was at least going down fighting.

Then they came. Stormtroopers, in waves, white armor in stark contrast with the natural colors of the landscape making them easy to target. Easy to drop. I lost track of how many I had killed, at least a dozen, maybe two. Adrenaline and my unwillingness to die did wonders for my aim. Just as I was beginning to think I might make it, two pairs of hands grabbed my arms, yanking me up. Something hard hit me over the head, and I faded in and out of consciousness. I was dragged onto an Imperial shuttle.

But that’s all I remember.

I was captured.

Then I was angry.

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I survived that day. I made it out. I don’t remember how, but frankly I don’t care. It’s been nearly six years since that incident. I earned my first Redbird. My time in the Rebellion was overall a positive experience. Two Redbirds, a Superior Service Medal, and a Group Commander Citation later, I was about done. I hadn’t thought about that day in a long, long time, and I was ready to settle down, lead a normal life for a while.

Which is why I came to Lothal.

I worked as an innkeeper now, at least partially. I didn’t own the place, but I’ve been here for about a year now and I’ve put my own mark on things. The inn was in a small village, a few hours by speeder away from the next major town. It was just big enough to draw the business of several travelling merchants regularly. That was a blessing; it was far too difficult and expensive to travel all the way to the next town for supplies all the time. Of course, those of us that live here are having to do that less and less. We’re lucky enough to be expanding somewhat, with more permanent merchants and residents. In fact, a couple just opened a single ship bay in the village. That brought in some more travelling merchants, more varied supplies coming in.

But, of course, it brought in some other interesting things, too.

My gut was telling me it wasn’t a good thing when a pre-Empire ship that looked like it had been through the ringer landed in our singular bay. I watched as it landed from the entryway to the inn, squinting to try to get a better look at it in the bright sunlight of the day. The Razor Crest? Curious. Well, it had to bring someone in, and that someone had to spend credits one way or another. Hell, maybe my gut was way off and this was just a new travelling merchant coming in for a few days to sell their wares then they’d be on their way. Maybe they would return in a few weeks. Who knows. Either way, whoever it was, they would need a room, and I had the only ones in town. I went back inside, around the counter, and back into the kitchen.

“Cerniki, someone’s landing in the ship bay,” I shouted. Cerniki was our cook, and a good friend. “Probably should put the soup on in case.”

“Alright,” he responded from back in the pantry area. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“Always!” I said, turning back to go to the counter, waiting for our potential new guests. I suppose there was a chance they would just stay on their ship, but if their beds were anything like the ones I remember from the Rebellion, they sucked and weren’t comfortable. I bent down to grab a datapad from under the counter, then got distracted by the fact that a bunch of things were knocked over and disorganized. Cordes… Cordes owned the place, and wanted everything in its place, but was bad at keeping it that way themself. I sighed, organizing the various odds and ends back where they belonged. Why in the galaxy did we have any flimsi at all? We had datapads, we didn’t need this stuff! When I stood back up, a figure had entered our inn. I didn’t hear them come in, and they startled me.

The first thing I noticed was the armor. It was… on the newer side, but it had discoloration and scratches, a sheen like a steel pan that got too hot. It had seen some heavy action in a fairly short amount of time. I could only imagine what the person wearing it had been through in his years. The distinct T-shaped visor in his helmet told me immediately he was a Mandalorian. Just about as curious as the fact he came in here in an at least 30 year old ship. You didn’t see many Mandalorians out in the galaxy, a rare sight indeed. But a well known one, and a terrifying one if you were the wrong person. I wasn’t the wrong person unless you were an ex-Imperial with a grudge, but he still made me feel… nervous. He seemed tall, but that might just be the fact he had full armor on and carried himself with confidence and intent. Maybe it was the long rifle strapped to his back. But the nervousness was right beside something else. Intrigue? Something that gave me butterflies in my stomach. Either way, he was here, and he wasn’t looking for an innkeeper to just stare at him.

“Hello there! How can I help?” I asked politely, smiling.

“We need lodging,” he said. His voice was modulated through the helmet, but still a deep, pleasant tone. “Do you have a room available?”

I nodded. “I do! But, we?” I asked, leaning forward slightly to tap into my datapad which room he’d be in. In leaning forward, I saw who “we” entailed. A small green being, with big, dark eyes and huge ears gripped to the Mandalorian’s ankle, looking up at me nervously. “Oh, my goodness, how cute! Ah, you’ll probably want a crib in your room, then.”

“If you have one, yes,” he responded, helmet turning, looking down at the little one by his side.

“Absolutely! Let me show you to your room, and I’ll bring one to you,” I said, grabbing a key from the counter and walking out from behind it, and down the hallway towards the guest rooms.

I’d done this tour a million times, but there was something… off-putting about this one. I was likely just projecting, but the way he followed me down the hallway was almost like he was stalking me, watching my every small movement, waiting for me to make a mistake, trip, attack, something. I knew deep down that he wouldn’t hurt me; he had a child with him, and one that he clearly cared deeply for. Despite his intimidating exterior, the way he picked up and held the little one gave away his softer side, something I wouldn’t have expected to pick up on, if it existed at all, within the first minutes of us knowing each other.

We arrived at the door and I opened it for him, handing him the key. “This is your room. Give me just one moment, and I’ll grab that crib for you.” I turned and went a few doors down in the hallway to a storage closet, and grabbed the crib, carting it down the hallway and back into the guestroom. “I’ll set it here for now, but feel free to move it around as you need,” I said, setting it in the corner just inside the doorway. “I’ll let you get settled, but is there anything I can get you?” I asked, smiling at the expressionless helmet covering the face of the Mandalorian. This was going to be interesting. He was extremely difficult to read, which made my job as an innkeeper, as someone who was supposed to be good at customer service, a little bit more difficult.

“Something to eat for the little one.”

He was a man of few words, clearly. This made some logical sense to me for some reason. I nodded. “Of course, our cook put a pot of soup on not too long ago, I’m sure it’s ready by now,” I said. “I’ll be back with that in a few minutes. If you need anything else, my name is Thessa.”

“Thank you, Thessa.”

Goosebumps erupted up and down my arms, and those butterflies returned with a vengeance. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for me to develop small crushes on guests, but this was… bizarre, and different, and new. So far this man had spoken 24 words to me, and he did not seem like he would open up anytime soon. Some combination of the mystery he brought with the armor and the helmet, the confidence and the way his presence fills the room, the way he’s so gentle with the little green child he was with was getting to me in a way I wasn’t expecting.

I nodded, smiling still, hoping I wasn’t blushing and giving away my incredibly fast infatuation. I walked somewhat quickly back to the kitchen, checking on Cerniki and the soup. I grabbed a tray and a bowl, then paused, grabbing another one just in case. I know he said that the little one needed to eat, but surely he did, too, right? Unless he was a droid under there, which I supposed was possible, though... unlikely.

“Did you see who just came in here?” I asked Cerniki, hushed as if the new guest was within earshot, as he hovered over the pot of soup, making sure it was coming together properly.

“What, that suit of armor?” he asked. “Yeah, what’s a Mandalorian doing on Lothal?”

I shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. He has some weirdly adorable little kid with him, too,” I said. “I wonder what that’s about.”

“Who knows, and who cares, as long as he spends credits, yeah?” he said, handing me the ladle for the soup.

“Yeah,” I responded, kind of distracted by my own thoughts. I had a bad feeling about this. Well, maybe not bad, just… off. I filled the two bowls with soup, and grabbed some bread, a couple glasses of water, and a candy for the little one. “Thank you, Cerniki,” I said, leaving the kitchen to take the tray of food back to our new guest. Once at the door, I carefully balanced the tray on one hand and knocked. Before I even had my hand all the way back down to my side, the door was open. Okay, so he was fast.

“I brought you a bowl of soup as well,” I said, bringing the tray in and setting it on the table in the middle of the room. “I know you said for the little one, but I figure you must be hungry as well.”

“That’s… very kind of you. I appreciate it,” he said.

“Of course. If you need any more to eat, Cerniki in the kitchen can get you fixed up, or you can just flag me down,” I said. I turned to leave, but then my curiosity got the better of me, and I opened my mouth before my brain could stop me. “If you… don’t mind me asking, what brings a Mandalorian to Lothal?” I asked, mirroring Cerniki’s words from earlier. “We don’t get a lot of visitors here, it’s a small town.”

He turned his head from me to the little one. “Work.” The child began eating, happily slurping up the soup. “The kid is… a new responsibility.”

“Ah.” I looked at the Mandalorian, watching him watch the kid. I knew he was aware I was watching, though. Details don’t get past him, that much I could tell already. “I take it he isn’t… yours, though. Unless you’re actually tiny and green under there.”

There was a pause, and a soft crackle in his modulator that I could’ve sworn was a small laugh. “No, he’s…” Another pause. “I found him. It’s a long story.” I knew he was telling the truth on that one. This was an unlikely pair if I’ve ever seen one.

“Well, I’ll tell you what,” I said, shifting to lean against the doorframe. “I’d be more than happy to keep an eye on him here while you find work. And your best bet to find it is going to be at the bar to the left down the street about a block,” I suggested. “If not there, they’ll be able to point you in the right direction.”

There was a long, deafening moment of silence. The Mandalorian turned his head back towards me, slowly, in a way that made me want to shrink back down the hallway behind the desk and forget about even offering. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could feel his eyes burning into me. It felt as though he could see right through me, into my very soul, to see if I was honest, clearly letting me know he wasn’t going to leave the kid with just anyone. Would I hurt him? Would I defend him if need be?

After what felt like years, he spoke again. “I would appreciate that.”

“Sure thing,” I said, standing from my leaning position. “Well, if you need anything, I’ll be at the desk for a while yet. If it’s late and I’m not there, I’ll be up in my room, which is up the stairs, first door on the left.” I smiled again, pushing through the nerve-wracking feeling of having my entire conscious dissected with a glance. He gave a curt nod, and I turned and left, gently shutting the door behind me.

As I walked back to the desk, my mind raced. An internal argument, trying to convince myself to grow up and stop thinking about this mysterious stranger. The thought of him just stepping closer to me, touching me with a gloved hand… it made my heart flutter, but I shook my head as if to physically remove the thoughts from my mind. This was not a person I wanted to be involved with. He was a Mandalorian, a fierce and mighty warrior, a deadly hunter. And this kid with him… that huge pair of ears was adorable, sure, but why did this man have him? This had to mean trouble, right? He said he found him, what did that mean, exactly? Nonetheless, this was a man who had seen things, felt things. Despite the initial shine of his armor, it still had dings and scratches and that discoloration. He was clearly protective of the kid; the way he held him, and took a long time to consider if I should be allowed to look after him told me this definitively. He wasn’t going to hand his trust out to just anyone.

Damnit, we were up to 54 words and I was a goner. I needed to stop this, or I was going to get myself in over my head again. A normal life! That’s all I wanted, coming here. I deliberately chose a small town on a backwater planet for a reason. Of course, I didn’t think of the fact that small towns on backwater planets were where people on the run loved to hide.