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Name: Alstenn "Stenn" Kasiter
Faction: Rimward Trade League
Rank: Captain
Species: Human
Homeworld: Azbrian
Age: 28 GSY
Sex: Male, Heterosexual
Height: 5'11" (1.8m)
Weight: 171 lbs (77.5 kg)
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Pigmentation: Caucasian
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance: With sharp features, soft eyes, and well-kempt hair and beard, Stenn is generally considered handsome by human standards. He is trim and fit, but it is noticeable that he walks a bit awkwardly while on a planet or station; this is the result of spending most of his time either sitting down or in zero-g.
Stenn dresses in simple, utilitarian clothes that don't get in the way of doing what he needs to do on a daily basis - lifting cargo, welding and rewiring his ship, and sitting comfortably in the pilot's chair. He favors blacks, browns, tans, and grays, with the occasional splash of green or teal to liven things up. He is seldom without a good blaster at his side.
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Growing up on the sleepy agriworld of Azbrian in the Core, Alstenn Kasiter led an anxious life from a young age. Although Azbrian itself wasn't much of a prize, the Core Worlds themselves changed hands over and over again in the decades following the end of the 400-Year Darkness, and the threat of invasion and oppression was ever-present. One government after another sought control, and the locals just kept their heads down.
For Stenn, his whole life felt like walking on eggshells, trying to live up to all his obligations without drawing too much notice. He came to view the great galactic governments as many different shades of the same basic color: the desire for power and control. For his part, all he ever wanted was control of his own life. He idolized free traders who captained their own ships, envying their freedom to roam and decide their own destinies.
For most people across the galaxy, those youthful dreams die over time, crushed by the reality of work and responsibility. But Stenn never gave up on his, quietly saving up for a decade so that he could afford a down payment on a light freighter. He was in his late twenties by the time he had enough credits, but his enthusiasm had never died down. On his twenty-eighth birthday, he signed the loan paperwork.
And then he left it all behind - job, family, friends, everything he'd known. He headed away from the territory of the galaxy's major powers and the wars that raged between them, seeking peace and opportunity at the edge of known space. That was where he ran into the Rimward Trade League, and he fell in love with the idea - commerce and mutual aid to create a better, safer Outer Rim. He's been flying with the Rimward Merchant Marine ever since.