Tartia Celeste Prince was born in Cloud City, Bespin, to a wealthy family relatively new to the galaxy's elite. Her parents, the beautiful Artim and Tinka Prince, suddenly appeared in high society circles after Artim's lucky investment in a Tibanna mining venture. A quiet, buttoned-up bunch, the mysterious Princes rarely appeared in public, preferring to keep to themselves except for philanthropic events and the occasional soiree.
Just like with any private family of affluence, rumors swirled. One didn't need to be especially attuned to the ebb and flow of gossip to know the tantalizing whispers that frequented discussions about the family. Particularly scandolous was the rumor that Artim and Tinka were cousins, although all the two ever said was that they grew up together.
In any case, their bond was undeniable and their appearances inseparable. Then came the announcement that Tinka gave birth to twins, Tartia Celeste and Kirt Lorien. As secretive as they'd ever been about themselves, the couple was exponentially so with the children.
Whispers suggested the lack of sightings was due to deformities or tragic ailments. Others said they were ensconced in a secretive finishing school so exclusive, even attendees were unaware of its true name. Others claimed the twins didn't exist at all.
However, around the age of eight, the twins finally made their first public appearance, arriving polished to perfection with beauty that outshone even their parents.
Celeste's ethereal beauty, characterized by her radiant copper hair, one blue and one green eye, and flawless face, was so striking it was almost off-putting. Many speculated that her appearance results from cosmetic enhancements or even advanced holo-cloaking technology.
Like their parents, Celeste and Lorien became figures of mystique. Never without each other, the well-behaved, impeccably disciplined twins rarely interacted with those beyond the family or their closest friends. Outsiders who attempted to befriend them found the pair to be solemn, guarded, serious children.
But if their facade could be cracked by those patient enough to work for it, they would find bright, curious children. Celeste in particular always showed an inclination toward her mother's antiques and the nanny's old tales, breaking her long bouts of silence with question after question whenever anyone on their outings made mention of such things.
As she grew up, Celeste was still deeply bonded to her brother but found herself more attracted to the city's galas, parties, and exclusive gatherings than him or her parents. At each one, Celeste listened more than she talked, lingering around travelers and treasure hunters.
Thus, it wasn't wholly surprising when, three years ago at an upscale gathering, Celeste's ears perked at mentions of an artifact with the power to manipulate reality.
This revelation grew from fascination to obsession, driving Celeste to seek out her own artifacts instead of waiting for them to come to her. A week later, Celeste left Bespin to chase myth and legend, learning the ways of archaeology as she went.
To many, Celeste's pursuit was baffling. She seemingly had it all—unearthly beauty, boundless wealth, and the adoration of those around her.
Whatever the motive, it brings Celeste away from the controlled environment of her youth to something even more elusive than her own family's secrets.