Name: Cyx Kyrrik
Age: 29
Birthplace: Vice Bay, Zeltros

Height: 1.92 meters
Weight: 83.9 kilograms
Build: Athletic
Hair Color: Green
Eye Color: Light Yellow
Skin Color: Pink-Purple
Species: Zeltron

Force Sensitive: No

Affiliation: Vice Bay Police Department
Occupation: Detective
Rank: Bluecoat Konstable

Weaponry: WESTAR-35 Blaster Pistol, Brass Knuckles, MCI-100 MagnaCuffs
Vehicle:

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They say on a planet like Zeltros, crime doesn't exist. Spend an hour in Vice Bay, however, and you'd find just how far from the truth that naive statement is. The flames of passion burn wickedly in the sovereign city. Transient thrill seekers, junkie spice fiends and freak deviants enthralled at the obscene carnal joyride that defines this destination of sin.

When no is a word that is almost universally unrecognized, the depravity that can be had knows very little boundary.

That's what Cyx Kyrrik learned young, a blade sharpened over the hard stone of the unending freak show. It's enough to leave even the most stalwart jaded and cold. Pleasure, pain, drugs and vice of all nature is the status quo. Murder, rape? Yeah, they're just as hot a commodity as an hour with a Cafarel.

As one could imagine when those were the accepted parameters of life, Detective work wasn't exactly a well-regarded--or particularly easy---field to get involved in. More often than not the Konstables of the VBPD were at the center of the problem. Unless some unfathomably wealthy parent lost their spoiled brat of a child to the indifferent streets of the Bay, being laughed and locked out of investigations was just a part of the job.

You had to learn how to get rough and dirty if you wanted to survive in the PD of Vice Bay.

Wanton sex, heady drugs and straight savage violence goes a lot further than a flip of the badge. Immerse yourself in the culture, dig deep in the seedy gutters, embrace every hard boiled trope and stereotype you could. That's what Cyx was taught.

That's exactly what he did.

Bluecoat Konstable by 25, a slew of high-profile cases credited to his name and an invitation to jump up to the big leagues--the Coruscant Security Force-----for a chance to make a real difference, or so that's what his transfer agent told him.

Cyx had never left Zeltros before, he'd never even ventured far out of Vice Bay. He was eager to test new waters, but could help little to wonder how long it'd be before he returned home. That immoral pit of debauchery had become the very blood that coursed his Zeltron veins. The way of life, the culture, the one-of-a-kind atmosphere and attitude.