La mention d'une chasse était assez étrange pour Kelim'tel, considérant qu'il était d'une culture entièrement différente. Il a cependant compris que cela faisait partie de leur culture. Ça n'a pas fait moins de confusion, bien sûr. Pourtant, il a respecté les paroles du Trandoshan, et est retourné debout. Au bruit du sergent qui criait, Kelim'tel se balançait les mains en poings, avec un soupir silencieux. "Voilà." Il murmura sous son souffle, marchant avec les autres à l'extérieur dans le monde nouveau auquel ils allaient faire face.
Après l'introduction, à laquelle Kelim'tel a accordé une certaine attention modérée, le sergent aboie une fois de plus. Kelim'tel a été pris par surprise et a rapidement essayé de retrouver son calme, se déplaçant avec le groupe. Il n'était pas habitué à ce type de subsistance, vu qu'il a passé la majeure partie de sa vie comme un pseudo-muggeur et un archéologue, préférant faire les choses à sa manière. Un jab l'a frappé dans la côte, ce qui l'a poussé à enrouler. "Hey hey facile là-bas, j'essaie de rattraper aussi vite que je peux!" Bientôt, il s'habituerait au rythme, et rattrapé les autres assez rapidement.
Courir était peut-être le plus grand avantage que Kelim'tel avait. Il n'avait pas d'expérience de combat réelle en dehors du tir d'un blaster à quelques reprises et en utilisant son vibrosword fidèle, qui bourdonnait sur son dos. Des années de fuite des grands pelotons impériaux et des gangsters en colère, ainsi que des compagnons de course de pelles pour les artefacts anciens le conditionnaient assez bien physique et en endurance. Kelim'tel courait devant, passant l'Ithorian, afin qu'il puisse rattraper le Wookiee, donnant à la créature en bois un robinet sur le bras avec le côté arrière de sa main. Il l'a regardé, espérant faire une sorte de conversation. "Hé, mon grand, je n'ai jamais pu me présenter. Les autres me semblent un peu effrayants, à part l'Ithorian, et tu étais le premier que je pouvais rattraper parce que tu es... tu sais... grand? C'est Kelim'tel. Et toi?" Son ton était assez léger, pour donner au Wookiee l'impression et l'assurance qu'il était sincère dans son salut.
Name: Kelim'tel Ordas
Age: 19
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Naboo
Prior Occupation: Freelance Archaeologist
Appearance:



Personality: Kelim'tel was raised to become a politician, giving him a calm and respectful manner to his speech and attitude. However, underneath that proper shell is a rebellious young man who seeks nothing more than to explore the ancient temples of both Jedi and Sith alike, without any rules to keep him from exploring off-limit area's. Kelim'tel has also gained a very charismatic attitude, seeing others with good in them, rather than their negative traits. Despite this, Kelim'tel shows major frustration and even annoyance when someone talks about both Jedi and Sith as merely myths and legends. The most notable trait is his ability to stand up for what he believes is right...even if sometimes it isn't. Courageous? Yes. Foolish at times? Definitely.
History: When Kelim'tel was born, his parents believed he would grow up to become political figurehead, just like himself. Years went by in his childhood, studying the mannerisms of nobles and politics, how to persuade others to your beliefs, political propaganda, anything that would help someone get into a fine government job. However, at the age of ten, Kelim'tel discovered something that interested him more....The Force. He heard stories of mystical warriors and sages who used the Force to their advantage, basing their whole livelihoods on it, and defending the innocent from terror or bringing suffering to any who got in their way. The young Kelim'tel desperately searched for information on Jedi, but none were found. It seemed as though they were all myths...but something inside Kelim'tel told him differently.
He would spend the next six years studying more on the Force until an Imperial Recruiting party forced enlistment onto him. It appeared that his dream would have been crushed...until by chance, the Force itself called to him. It led his way, assisting in his escape from service to the Empire, and branded him as a Rebel sympathizer. For three years Kelim'tel explored the galaxy, smuggling himself into ships and Imperial cruisers alike, riding across the galaxy to his desired destinations. He looked through many ancient temples and training grounds, trying to unravel the mysteries of ancient holocrons and datacrons. When he was finally arrested by Imperials for traveling in an off-limit area, Kelim'tel was saved by a small Rebel task force. With a small revelation, Kelim'tel traveled with the Rebels back to one of their hidden hideouts, seeking their assistance into joining.
The Rebels are the only ones in the galaxy that could usurp the Empire, he believed, and owed a debt to them for saving his life. Perhaps their victory would allow his studying to remain in peace....this was something Kelim'tel was willing to gambit. Now he sits in a small shuttle, with only a single datacron to remind him of his dream, waiting to begin his training as a Rebel soldier.
Useful Skills:
- Very minor diplomacy, due to family background.
- Average with a vibrosword. Pretending to be a Jedi/Sith in his childhood with sticks has led him to train himself with melee.
- Subterfuge and Stealth
- Understanding of ancient holocrons and computers
Other: Due to his Force-Sensitivity, Kelim'tel feels the Force 'pulling' him towards Jedi and Sith artifacts, which has led to his somewhat adventurous and archaeological tendencies. Although this 'pull' only kicks in when he is near said artifact.