Zypha
Efficiency is the thief of passion. || Language is chaos: even Binary. || Objectivity is a tool which has its limited place.
Name: Zypha
Homeworld: Coruscant
Species: Zeltron
Education: University (Psychoactive Pharmaceuticals)
Profession: Chemical Scientist
Side Gigs: Underworld Fixer
Bio:
Zypha was born in the slums of Coruscant's more lethal districts. Do not be fooled by his dazzling smile, his learned ways, and that accent: there is grit in his femme guts. Most of his past is shrouded in apocrypha, no one bothers to remember a two-bit information broker turned faceman once they duck out of the game. It helps that the short lifespans of the mercenaries he interacted with simply left very few witnesses to his existence in modern times. Those that do exist, specifically the rowdier men, often have tales of his almost preternatural way of bringing out the pink-meat of what remained of their empathy.
Once he turned a new leaf, became properly educated, and specialized in a strange mix of xeno-linguistics, pharmaceuticals, and xeno-psychology, his style changed. Suddenly, he was at home among the glitterati and literati alike, a pearly-mouthed courtier with an easy flirtatiousness about him that only teased at scandal. The scrappy young rebel had refined into someone that could wheel and deal his way through corporate boardrooms and deliver terrible news with a smile. However, his past never seems to allow him true freedom: taking a contract in Nar Shaddaa forced him to take the mantle of 'Fixer' once more to weather the dangers of New Vertica.
He's come to terms that perhaps, the logistical challenge of managing contracts and enforcing standards on mercenaries may just be more stimulating than his day job.
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