Name: Cix Vall Other Aliases/Nicknames: Cix / 6 Race: Nautolan Age: 19 Skin: Green Height: 5'11 Weight: 180lbs Hair Color: N/A Eye Color: Black Place of Birth: Glee Anselm Skills: Demolitions
Languages: Basic, Nuatila Character Alignment: Lawful Good Affiliation: CommonWealth Occupation: Cadet Mentors: N/A Alive Family: Parents Hand-to-Hand Styles: Close-combat military
Weaponry and Misc Items:
- Med pac - Comlink - Datapad - Grapple hook
Armor: Undercover Attire:
Racial Abilities: Tentacles can sense people's emotions and toxins in air Facts:
- Clumsy - Is awkward at times and makes bad puns - Has dimples for days and is super adorbs
- Any sort of sport - Petting cute animals
- Blowing things up
- Dishonesty Favorite Food: Steamed rock crab
Favorite Drink: Sparkling water Kindest Act: Rescuing every stray he finds Evilest Act: Accidentally partaking in the killing of refugees
Cix, like many of his species, was born and raised on Glee Anselm. As were his parents, and their parents before them, and so on. Young Cix’s life was full of love, education, affection, and encouragement. His father was a musician and his mother a budding politician, and they wanted more than anything for their children to find their hearts desire on their beautiful planet. With tropical forests, sandy beaches, and glistening cities, it seemed to them that there would never be a lack of things to do on Glee Anselm and thus no reason to go off-world at all. Cix Vall was a curious boy. He excelled in school, was naturally gifted at making others laugh, and had that dimpled smile that got him out of trouble when he found his nose to be in places it shouldn’t, which happened more often than not due to his clumsiness. As he grew older, he grew restless, his desire to explore and see what else the galaxy offered outgrowing his want to remain on Glee Anselm forever, as his parents had always expected. It wasn’t easy, finding a way off-world, what with his parents (as kindly as possible) trying to block every move. As soon as Cix Vall turned 15, he enlisted with the Republic Military and finally, finally, he had his chance to feed that curiosity and to see and experience sights he couldn’t have imagined in his dizziest daydreams. Wide eyed and inspired, Cix Vall momentarily forgot what it was he had signed up to do and drank in everything.
And then the cold war began. This wasn’t the kind of war that Cix Vall had grown up hearing about in the old legends that the Elders told. This was different. Gritty. Dark. Sneak attacks and subterfuge. One night, as Cix and a few members of his squad were on patrol on Balmorra in an area that the Republic had recently secured from the Imperials. They stumbled across a small band of beings. It was dark and fearing that they were about to be attacked by Imperial goons, two members of Cix’s squad open-fired. Their enemies went down quickly. Approaching the dead bodies, they learned that they were refugees, armed with only household tools and a single blaster that they never shot off.
Panicking and terrified of the trouble that they would get into for killing innocents, the squad agreed to keep it between them. But after a few days, Cix, wracked with grief and guilt, couldn’t take it anymore and abandoned the Republic Military and sought a new path for himself, one with less horror and sadness and instead laughter and hope, like the life that he had had on Glee Anselm.
It was here that he stumbled across the CommonWealth. Cix spent a few years as a regular citizen, watching as the CommonWealth began to spread across the galaxy, but in a way that spread hope, food, and genuine care for its citizens. Wanting to be a part of that, Cix enlisted in the CommonWealth military, hoping to make a difference.