Tiss views her ties to Capital Enterprises and thus the Collective as a necessary evil...but only insofar as that they distract from her own hobbies. She joined Capital Enterprises only due to her father's impending death, which would have lost her all she cared about — a considerable share in the family's repulsor-lift business — if not backed by another buyer. To Tiss, her association with Ghafa Ordam is a chore to be observed and eventually discarded once her own accounts and industry are more stable. She has very little concern for the Jedi or her business partners, but treats her position with begrudging seriousness, much like an arranged marriage. She can seem juvenile in this respect, and is hard-pressed to really command any inspiration of the Collective's rhetoric, struggling to be patient. Still, she tries, considering the Collective her kingdom to serve. After all, a leash can be pulled from either end.

Like all of her species, Tiss' acutely developed sensory brain regions can give her several benefits, but also cause her great discomfort. Because of this, she goes to great lengths to make herself comfortable and her personal tastes are both highly luxurious and ridiculously exorbitant. Vast sums of credits are spent making all her properties, vehicles, and offices low-lit, sound-muted, and pristinely clean. She wears only the finest of silks and softest of wools, despising the chafe of anything lesser, and eats and drinks only the finest of foods, having a very delicate and discerning palate. Her sensitivity to smell makes her an extreme neat freak, to the point of obsessiveness, and she cannot stand to be in environments that are dank, putrid, or otherwise...ugh…common. This behavior seems wasteful to many, including her family's previous shareholders, and comes off as snobbish; and indeed, a snob Tiss is.

Despite her lack of empathy or temperance, Tiss' one arguably redeeming — or dooming — quality is her determination. Once she is determined, once she has focused on an object, the Sakiyan is relentless. She never tires, never wavers, neither eats nor sleeps until she has her prey. And while several things catch her fancy, her ultimate goal, the star in her sky, is her vision of royalty. She wishes to be an empress on a golden throne, to live forever young and beautiful and be worshiped and free to do whatever she likes. Her dreams may sometimes seem like delusions of grandeur, a girl playing dress up to hide deep insecurity, but Tiss refuses to falter, no matter who or what it costs; even at expense of her life. She will be immortalized a queen or die a peasant; for her, there is no living with "good enough."

Tiss is her own architect, not only controversial but hard to miss. She does little without extravagance, be it adorning herself, directing and training her troops, or programming her droids. Subordinates and robots alike are to refer to her as her Ladyship, a title that rankles many a superior and annoys many a colleague. Well-educated and of razor wit and an even more cutthroat background as a successful businesswoman, Tiss tends to nevertheless command attention in every room she enters. If it is her bold dress that catches the eye, then it is her every finely sculpted and delivered word, her unbridled passion, that arrests the hearts and minds. She is highly logical and verbose, always affecting an air of great importance backed securely by great knowledge and merciless disdain if sniffed at. This air welcomes her in high society circles, but fails with ground-level comrades and strangers alike.

A queen is nothing without her subjects, and Tiss would not be without her droids. Using her various skills to augment all her units — from assassin to butler — with combat capability, Tiss is never alone and never unarmed. Her droids guard her, living to protect and serve, and she commands them absolutely. However, if her metallic knights are bested or she is forcibly separated from them, she is left to confront any opposition on her own with minimal defensive skills, relying on quick thinking and perhaps an offer of credits to keep her head on her shoulders. Only those who can manage to overpower her own willful determination will see her flinch or offer surrender, even when she is clearly physically bested.

Tiss has a strange sense of the value of a life. While she is careless of others besides herself, she nonetheless sees value, and thus something to be paid careful attention, lest it be badly traded, bartered, or spent. So too does she weigh any life she is in a position to take, preferring to persuade someone to her legion than to waste their potential. However, if it is clear to her judgement that a life has no value to her, she will herself, and herself alone, discard it. Tiss does not allow her droids to kill for her if it can be avoided. She herself prefers to be the executioner, whether it be a single shot to the head of a beaten opponent, or a precise sniping from afar in a rare battlefield. Her conviction in this "duty" can leave her vulnerable, however, as she exposes herself.