Full Name: Shiv Sedran

Nickname(s): Shiv, I guess.

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Homeworld: Taris

Race: Human

Occupation: None, but will be a smuggler.

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

General Description: Shiv has a thin, serious face, with a small nose, thin lips, and a pointed chin. He has an athletic build, tanned skin and deep brown, almost black eyes. He has gleaming ivory teeth, his canines being unusually long. His hair is cut short and combed neatly. He stands 5’10, and weighs about 160 lbs.

Clothing: Black, skin tight, short sleeved shirt. Baggy black pants, with a utility belt, fingerless gloves, and a red visor.

Weapons: None, yet.

Other Equipment:

Transportation: Stock YV-664 Light Freighter, The Wanderer.

Inventory: N/A

Family: Seth Sedran: father (deceased), Nari Sedran: mother, Jak Sedran: brother

History: Shiv Sedran was born on Taris, in the Lower City. His father, a down-on-his-luck mechanic, struggled every day to put food on the table for his family. Eventually, work became so hard to find that he was forced to turn to crime. He committed various break and entries, pick pocketing, and rip-offs, but he never hurt anyone. When Shiv was fourteen, he became his father’s accomplice, using his innocent looks and silver tongue to distract victims.

When he was sixteen, Shiv joined a swoop gang to try to bring some more money and feel wanted and accepted. Shiv’s father was worried about the violence that was taken and given by a swoop gang, and forbade Shiv from riding with them again. Shiv was angry about being taken away from his friends, and he failed to see how it was different from what his father did. The fight ended with Shiv leaving his family’s trashy apartment for the streets.

When he was eighteen, he and some of his friends were drinking in an Upper City cantina. Intoxicated, a rich businessman’s child picked a fight with Shiv. He was slightly tipsy as well, and the two soon engaged in fisticuffs. Shiv knocked the businessman’s son into the bar, and his head cracked on the hard wood. Realizing he was dead, Shiv fled. The next morning it was all over the Holonews. Respectable Businessman’s Son Murdered

A huge manhunt began across the city, and in order to escape, Shiv stowed away on a freighter away from Taris. The pilot (a smuggler) found him, but didn’t turn him in, instead suggesting Shiv work as his co-pilot to work off the free ride. He took a liking to Shiv, and eventually hired him as his permanent co-pilot and protégé. The two flew many smuggling jobs, and became more and more successful.

Do to their line of work; Shiv grew to hate the Empire. He often surprised his mentor with his political shrewdness and analysis of the Empire’s government. He once joked that Shiv could have been a politician, had he not followed the smuggler’s path. Recently, Shiv left his teacher to try to make his own way in the universe. He plans on staying a smuggler, but he has yet to find an employer. He did buy a ship on Corellia, though, and he has grown very fond of it in the short time he has owned it.

RP Sample: Shiv punched the sublight engines, his eyes on the frontal view port. A crackle came over the internal comm. “They’re still on us!” His gunner’s voice was tinny through the speaker. An explosion of laser fire ripped above the hull of the freighter. Shiv swore, yanking the yoke right. The ship rolled right, avoiding another barrage of laser fire.

“Give ‘em some back!” Shiv shouted over the comm. The ship’s cannons jerked back from the report, and one of the pursuing TIE fighters shattered. Grinning, Shiv turned the ship around, flying directly towards the remaining five Imperial fighters. “What the hell are you doing?” Was screamed into his ear.

“They won’t expect this, just trust me.” Shiv replied, opening fire with his cock-pit controlled laser. The bolts whizzed by their assailants, and they returned the favor, spraying the freighter with fire. Several spanged off the hull, and the ship shuddered violently.

Shiv glanced down at the shield monitors and cursed a second time. They couldn’t take another hit like that. “We’re getting outta here. Give me a second, and I’ll have the hyperspace coordinates.” He snapped into the headset. There was another jolt, as a laser clipped the sensor array. Shiv keyed in the first coordinates he thought of: Corellia. “Hang on! 5…4…3…2…1…” He pulled the lever back, and the stars elongated and shot by them as they jumped. Safe in space, Shiv collapsed in his chair, breathing a sigh of relief. His smuggler mentor stormed into the cockpit, sweaty and red in the face. “That’s the last time I let you pilot!”

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