Name: Keith Sivern

Species: Human

Age: 32

Faction: the Loose Credit Gang

Equipment:

-Keith’s DL-18’s: 2 modified versions of the DL-18 pistol that increases the fire rate and accuracy significantly.

-Flashbang Grenades

-Loose Credit Gang jacket: a staple of the group, this jacket has a fiber weave that allows for lighter movement and dexterity, along with several hidden pockets and compartments to store unsavory surprises for the enemy

Skills:

Blaster pistol mastery: Keith has trained himself to a point of near perfect accuracy with his DL-18’s, and has been known to fire off “lucky shots” to rival the likes of Han Solo.

Itchy trigger finger: with his modified DL-18, Keith can rattle off dozens of bolts within the span of a few seconds and have most of them hit there marks.

Charmer: because of his rugged good looks and sharp wit, many a Time has seen Keith walk out of a dangerous situation without even having to draw his blaster.

Weaknesses:

Melee fighting: without his blaster and a good 5 foot distance from an enemy, Keith can’t do much except throw the odd left hook or a wild point blank blaster shot.

Gambler: Keith can not resist the allure of the dice, or any chance based scenario is sure to draw his attention at the very least.

History:

Keith was born in the slums of Mos Eisley, to a couple of pickpockets who could barely manage to scrape a living on their own. From the early age of 5 he was taught to pinch the meager belongings of passerby’s on the street for his own gain. He scraped by for years, while unbeknownst to him his mother and father racked up gambling debts in the run down drink House a couple of blocks away. This reached a head when Keith woke up to find a note at the side of his mattress, detailing the 5,000 credits owed to the gambling house, and his father in a pool of blood in the living room. His mother was no where to be found, though he discovered the emergency sack of supplies their family kept was taken along with all 350 credits he had managed to save over the years.

Swearing revenge over the Corellians that owned the house, Keith was forced to do a number of unsavory tasks for years on end. He started out as a cabin boy on a passenger shuttle, endlessly cleaning the dank hallways of the rusty transport. Soon he was drawn into the life of crime by the one “friend” he had made in his time on the ship, an older boy by the name of Rayman. Rayman subtly brought 12 year old Keith into the fold of his start up Gang, the Blue Bolts. By the time he was 14 Keith was a prominent member in the gang, and the Blue Bolts has accumulated over 30 members derived from the ranks of the jobless.

Things were looking up until the fated day when the gang war burst into fruition on Mos Eisley. Keith found his friends and protectors torn apart by other, stronger organizations and groups. Soon enough it was only him and Rayman, the original founders of the gang. It was almost like Deja’vu when Keith found the suicide note by his bedside, Rayman with a blaster bolt through his brain and a warm DL-18 gripped tightly in his cold dead hands.

Keith pried that blaster right out of the corpses hands and slowly walked to the gambling house where it all started. In the course of the next 3 hours all 19 of the patrons were ruthlessly slaughtered, and the owners laid dead in their own beds. And so it was that Keith Sivern walked into the Mos Eisley hangar that day with 150,00 blood soaked credits, a smoking hot DL-18 and a desire to find his mother, and rule the gangs under his own thumb.

From then on Keith built his resources, connections and equipment across the Hutt Space, smuggling for whatever faction needed it. At last he had finally built up enough money to buy a cantina on Tatooine, and it from here he built his gang to where it is now.