There are a lot of stories about Sev Castor. At least, that's what he would have you believe.

In reality, Sev is a relative unknown -- a minor smuggler who grew up in the Outer Rim. He was practically born into a life of crime, forced to fend for himself at a young age. It began with running messages and making small deliveries for local criminal organizations on his unfortunate homeworld of Nar Shaddaa. As he got older, it transitioned into larger deliveries of spice and cargo as he became a fully-fledged independent smuggler. His reputation as a quick-draw supposedly earned him his nickname, 'Snapshot'... though it's entirely possible he gave the name to himself and tries to pass it off as happenstance.

However far Sev may travel from the 'Smuggler's Moon', its impact on him remains undeniable. He's self-reliant, hesitant to trust, uneasy about forming attachments, and he has an affection for the nightlife which routinely hits his bank account hard. Especially when cards are involved. Perhaps most important of all, it has left him with one very important opinion: that the Empire has no place trying to regulate and restrict his way of life, however criminal they claim it is.

Crime: Although Sev generally supports the Rebellion out of a distaste for the Empire and its restrictions, he isn't the type to throw himself behind any political cause willingly. Even so, running weapons and other goods for the Rebellion has proven to be a good business decision, and the ultimate victory of the Alliance can only mean good things for 'honest' working hands like him.

Resource Acquisition (10): Trade, legal or not, is the lifeblood of the Rebellion. At least, that's how Sev sees it. By doing his part and providing whatever weapons, medical supplies, or other resources he can get his hands on to the Alliance, he can help ensure their victory -- and, of course, timely pay-outs for all his hard work.

Sev stands at about six feet tall, and has a fairly athletic build with obvious muscle built up from years of heavy labour. Being a smuggler tends to mean having to do a lot of the heavy lifting yourself, after all.

He has short brown hair which he keeps trimmed fairly neat, and remains clean-shaven most of the time, save on long, isolated trips through hyperspace.

He wears a thick, padded vest with some scarce armour plating, trying to walk the line between protection and fashion.