Throughout her life, the Creed home has been a nonviolent, supportive, place of sanctuary and peace. Alessandra grew up in a picture-esque household where her biggest concern growing up was what outfit to choose from, or, what speeder to take to school that day. The relative wealth of the Creed Family would have spoiled both herself and her brother beyond repair were it not for the fact that bother Valessia and Gunther took the time to instill responsibility. Both children had regular chores, and despite ample domestic staff, they were always made to clean up after themselves.
Alessandra is the baby of the family and more than anything could be referred to as a “Daddy’s Girl”. She loathes the term, but would never, ever deny the close relationship she shares with her father. She loves her mother equally, but Gunther Creed is her rock, her steadying point, and more often than not her moral compass. Some may view him as cold or ruthless but Alessandra would have to disagree. He was tough, due to a hard and structured life, but she has never met anyone more compassionate or strong.
It still completely confuses her as to why her friends were terrified of him during secondary schooling.
Her early life was spent bouncing between Brentaal IV and Panatha. She attended the best of schools from beginning to end and excelled in different forms of Mathematics such as probability and statistics, algorithms, analytic geometry, applied regression analysis, problem-solving, and complex variables. She also had a love of following politics and watching her mother work. This developed, slowly but surely, into an interest that stemmed to the corporate world. Her parents were always fair, so long as she brought home good grades, and finished her homework before enjoying free time.
There were many house rules to observe. Being on time, whether it was for breakfast, or for curfew, it was not something she shied away from. Alessandra enjoyed watching her brother and father practice with various forms of weaponry, and often asked to learn, if only to try and impress her parents. She wanted to be every bit as good as they were. Especially, if she didn’t head into the military like her brother.
In her early teens, her force-sensitivity made itself apparent. Valessia was able to teach her some things and would often find her little girl hanging on her every word. She was an avid learner, and she would beg her mother to show her something new every day. Eventually, they hit the glass ceiling of what Valessia could teach her and she was sent to Panatha to study with a family friend.
It was a difficult time. Alessandra does not talk about it often. She missed her family, her life, but knew that she had little choice other than to stick it out and succeed. She would not disappoint her mother or father by failure, even though, they would never blame her for coming home. It was challenging to be away from them for a week, let alone, for months at a time.
Alessandra eventually reached a point where she could learn all that she could without crossing the threshold to become a true Sith. Her ancestry on her mother’s side left her with an affinity for the dark that was almost startling. It came to her easily, as easy as breathing, and her teachers had warned her frequently of the corruption that power could bring. This was also coupled with the notion that should she give herself to the back, to the shadows, she could have everything she ever desired.
It held less weight than one might have thought. Alessandra already had everything she could ever want. Her family, her friends, and a future. She continued to train herself both traditionally and in the ways of the Force on Brentaal IV. It was strange to be home, in a place where random people knew her name, just because she was a Creed. People whom she had never met whispered about her in the halls of the University, mentioning her father, her mother, and even her brother.
Alessandra was used to it but it didn’t make it any easier to prove that she was her own person. When it came to applying for work so she could get out on her own it only added to the challenge. As soon as an employer realized who she was, they either jumped at her resume or immediately shelved it. Due to this, she worked as an assistant for a few of the banking clans in her early twenties.
Always looking for a leg up, or a new way to improve, she kept looking for work. Especially when it seemed that her employers were content to let her suffer in middle management. Alessandra began to reach out to other entities that might be able to use her skills to their fullest potential, some even, within the Sith Empire—but at the end of the day, she chose distance. As long as she stayed in the Empire or on Brentaal IV she would never make it on her own merit. So, with a heavy heart, she chose somewhere far away. A new start.
The Confederacy of Independent Systems was the last place one might expect to find a Creed. Yet, somehow, it fit. Many of the workers were droids, a bonus, when considering how she expected perfection, and the pay was more than adequate. She would actually have a title, her own office, and company housing. Vacation, benefits, the whole package. She would be her own boss. Make her own rules, save, for that which the Viceroyalty imposed.
Alessandra was overjoyed…But the hardest thing she had ever done was to inform her family she was moving, permanently, across the galaxy. They were supportive, as always, but they all knew how much either side wanted her to stay.
It has been a little over a year now since the transfer. Alessandra knows the ins and outs of the Confederacy and has turned what was once a total cluster-kark of a financial department into a well-oiled machine. There is not a credit unaccounted for and a budget that has not been optimized. Her relationship with the Viceroyalty, including the Vicelord, is mostly business.
At least, for now.
