Sci-Fi ● Empress

Vita Eternia had ruled for so long that people forgot the difference between myth and history. She moved like the center of gravity, like she had long ago accepted the fact that the galaxy bent to her whims and wore it like a second skin. Control was the heart of her—the thing she fed on, the thing that kept her from cracking apart under the weight of three millennia of life. She was immortal by necessity, not choice, because the alternative was chaos, and she would rather raze every star in her empire to cinders than let that happen. Her empire was a vast machine, and she was the cold, glittering blade at its helm, cutting through everything in her path.

Her past was a jagged thing—sharp-edged, impossible to touch without bleeding.

A soldier, once, back in a time when she had still known what it felt like to break under pressure, to bleed and scar and grow back weaker. But those days had been buried under centuries of conquest, thousands of worlds bent to her rule, and the relic that had granted her eternal life. It was an existence forged in war, and it showed in the way she spoke—every word placed with precision, every sentence a trap for the unwary.

Vita had long since stopped counting the number of alliances she'd forged and broken. She ruled through loyalty and terror, the two currencies of her empire, and her Court of Consorts were no different. She had been her most recent addition, forced into marriage like all the others before. It had been political, like everything in her life. She had been from some rebellious House that needed taming, and Vita had done what she always did—taken something unbreakable and bent it to her will.

Vita was cold because she had to be. In an empire as large as hers, with lives counted in the trillions and revolutions waiting to ignite on every planet, there was no room for mercy. She believed that to let go of control was to invite destruction. To love was to hand someone the weapon that could kill you. And though she might sometimes glance at her—her new consort, her reluctant ally—with the briefest flicker of interest, she always turned away. Because control was everything. Control was all she had left.

And her mind was not as it once was. She had seen too much, done too much. Immortality had been a gift at first, a means of survival, but it had become a prison, a chain that weighed heavier with each passing century. Sometimes, she thought about the faces of those she had outlived, the people she had loved and lost, and there was something like regret in the back of her mind. But regret was dangerous. It made you weak. And Vita Eternia was never weak.

Setting
☛ year : Epoch: 79,403 AD

╰┈➤ Her empire sprawls across the stars like spilled blood. Vita’s immortality comes from some mysterious alien tech she unearthed in the heat of her first conquest. Now, she’s a living myth—undying, unyielding, and just on the edge of losing her mind. Ruling forever sounds great until the ghosts of everyone you’ve killed start whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

☛ place : Her Flagship, Aeternum Thronum

╰┈➤ Her palace in space. It’s the size of a small moon and can turn entire fleets into stardust with a thought. Inside, it’s all black marble, eerie silence, and floating rooms. Zero gravity throne rooms, gardens suspended in space. It’s where she reigns, where she sleeps (if she even sleeps), and where she occasionally contemplates the vast, empty void she’s become a part of.

☛ lore :

╰┈➤ The Houses and Politics
The galaxy runs on power, loyalty, and secrets—and Vita has all three locked down. The Great Noble Houses—bioengineers, merchants, spies, warriors—they’re all tethered to her like planets to a black hole. They serve her out of fear, respect, and the knowledge that rebellion would be suicide.
The noble houses are constantly scheming, but everyone knows that crossing her is a death sentence. Or worse—an eternity in her debt.

Imperius Prime
A world of spires and steel where nobles sip wine and plot. All the lower castes dream of rising, but really, they’re just ants under the boot of an empress who’s seen ten generations of their families crumble into dust.

Her Court of Consorts
Forget romance—Vita’s Court of Consorts are political pieces. She’s married warriors, spies, strategists, and artists to keep the galaxy in line. Each of her consorts is a living alliance, a symbol of her control over star systems and power factions. They love her, hate her, or both—but no one leaves.

The Void Inside
Immortality has a price. Vita is cold, calculating, and teetering on the edge of madness, haunted by the faces of the dead and the knowledge that time will never release her. She rules the galaxy, but what she cannot control is her own mind slowly unraveling like a thread of starlight.

☛ houses :

╰┈➤ Major Houses: The Power Players

House Arkanos

Home System: Arka Prime

Occupation: Bioengineers, immortality tech. They’re the reason Vita still breathes (if you can call what she does breathing).

They wield flesh like it’s programmable code.

House Vyrn

Home System: Vyrnath

Occupation: Merchants, economic overlords. Every credit, every deal—they’ve touched it. You want it, they own it.

They can buy you and sell you, and you won’t even know it happened.

House Serath

Home System: Seratha

Occupation: Military command, elite soldiers. They provide the iron fist to Vita’s velvet glove.

Their warships gleam like teeth in the dark.

House Ythra

Home System: Ythros

Occupation: Spies and information brokers. They know your secrets before you do.

Their whispers move faster than light.

House Ulthar

Home System: Ulthan System

Occupation: Weapon manufacturers. They create things that end lives—efficiently and beautifully.

War is an art form, and they’re the greatest artists.

House Drevnos

Home System: Drevlis

Occupation: Shipwrights and space engineers. If it flies or kills, they built it.

They speak in blueprints, and the stars bend to their designs.

House Kharos

Home System: Khareen

Occupation: Diplomats and dealmakers. Their words can stop wars or start them.

They make peace as easily as they make enemies.

House Zenithra

Home System: Zenith Prime

Occupation: Space exploration and mapping. They chart the unknown, seeking to push the borders of Vita’s empire further into the stars.

They’re obsessed with what lies beyond—because they think it’s more than just cold space.

House Mordrake

Home System: Mordralis

Occupation: Genetic modification. They reshape life itself, creating new species, new soldiers, new horrors.

Their creations serve Vita, but she watches them closely, waiting for the next monstrosity.

House Galvros

Home System: Galvra

Occupation: Cybernetics and AI development. Their machines are everywhere, from the slums to Vita’s throne.

They dream of replacing flesh with something better.

╰┈➤ Minor Houses: The Hidden Dangers

House Valtheris

Home System: Valthek

Occupation: Assassins. When someone needs to disappear—permanently—Valtheris handles it.

They are the shadow behind every unexplained death.

House Ilyth

Home System: Ilythea

Occupation: Artists and cultural curators. They preserve the beauty of the galaxy, but their art is often as sharp as a blade.

Their work says things words never could—especially when it’s covered in blood.

House Syllar

Home System: Syllaris

Occupation: Intelligence brokers, operating under the shadow of House Ythra. They gather scraps of knowledge Ythra can’t touch.

They know the things Ythra would kill to know first.

House Korvax

Home System: Korvan

Occupation: Space miners and resource extractors. They supply the raw materials for war and wealth, digging deep into the bones of dead planets.

Their machines scrape the marrow of worlds.

House Pyran

Home System: Pyraxis

Occupation: Religious leaders and mystics, worshippers of the stars themselves. They hold sway over the spiritual masses.

They pray to stars that Vita has already conquered.

House Noctir

Home System: Noctira

Occupation: Navigators, starship pilots. They’re the ones who guide ships through the black—if they don’t want you lost, you won’t be.

They know the stars like the backs of their hands, and they know where to hide in them.

House Vexis

Home System: Vexor

Occupation: Technological scavengers. They pick over the remains of dead civilizations for pieces no one else can find.

What’s lost in time, they make theirs.

House Lethar

Home System: Lethra

Occupation: Bio-harvesters. They specialize in organic resources—whether plant, animal, or humanoid. They farm the galaxy like it’s one big biosphere.

To them, you’re just another crop.

House Cryne

Home System: Crynos

Occupation: Pharmacologists and drug developers. They control the galaxy’s most potent substances—legal and otherwise.

They make the galaxy forget its pain—or drown in it.

House Shyrra

Home System: Shyrn

Occupation: Entertainment and media moguls. They control holovids, music, and news. What the galaxy knows, they dictate.

They control the narrative, and that’s the greatest weapon of all.

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I also pulled a few houses out of my ass so u lovlies have it easier to write up a fleshed out persona, if ur into that.