Kelim'tel était calme sur le trajet à Corellia, pour la plupart. Il n'avait pris aucun intérêt aux autres cadets qui étaient avec lui, car il était trop occupé à essayer de comprendre l'un des deux objets personnels qu'il avait pris avec lui; un datacron. C'est des mystères qui l'intriguaient, l'appelaient. Il le jouerait aussi lui-même encore et encore, dans son coin du navire, comme une sorte de chasseur de trésor délirant. Peu de mots laissaient sa bouche, autre qu'un murmure silencieux, et un gémissement parfois silencieux, comme s'il avait mal compris et avait dû refaire toute son hypothèse.
"La Force... Qu'est-ce que c'est?" Il se demandait à plusieurs reprises, essayant de comprendre ce que cela signifiait. C'était une armée? Un être divin? Peut-être une idéologie? Kelim'tel ne l'aurait jamais compris, mais savait que beaucoup de gens l'avaient utilisé il y a longtemps. Il connaissait Sith et Jedi, leurs luttes éternelles contre un autre, et même la trahison des Jedi (bien que fausse, comme nous le savons tous). Il avait appris ces choses par de nombreuses aventures à lui seul. Pourtant, la Force était encore un mot ambigu. "Qu'est-ce que ça peut signifier", pensait-il. Peut-être qu'il ne saurait jamais, il a commencé à penser. Quelque chose à l'intérieur lui a dit le contraire.
Tout cela a été rapidement dissipé par l'atterrissage du navire. La secousse a fait peur au garçon en pleine attention, le forçant à cacher rapidement le datacron dans une petite sacoche qui était de son côté. Debout, il saisit son vibrosword et se dirigea vers la sortie avec les autres nouveaux cadets. Le Wookie devant et le Trandoshan derrière lui l'effrayèrent, mais l'Ithorien directement devant lui a calmé ses nerfs un peu. Il regarda tout le chemin vers l'arrière du Cadet Mandalorien et Ex-Impérial, à qui il montra l'indifférence. Bien sûr, le Mandalorien le gardait un peu méfiant, car il avait aussi entendu parler des Mandaloriens et de leur fière culture guerrière. Respirant profondément, il regarda droit devant, et calma ses nerfs. -- Alors, qui est prêt ici? Il a demandé poliment, attendant une réponse.
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.