Post by Jace on Jan 28, 2013 22:04:55 GMT -5
"Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality. "
-Emily Dickinson
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality. "
-Emily Dickinson
Name: Kellanved|Kel
Race: Human
Age:16
Height: 5'4
Weight: 107 lbs.
Appearance:
There is a distinct 'street urchin' look about the young Sith initiate and for good reason. Kellanved grew up in abject poverty with nothing but the clothes on his back and his appearance reflects that. He is a small thing, noticeably shorter than most boys his age. The Sith is relatively scrawny due to the fact that he has never had the benefit of a proper diet. Frequent battles and fleeing have at least prevented Kel's body from simply deteriorating into nothing. He often holds himself in a manner similar to that of an animal backed into a corner, a dangerous animal. Shoulders constantly hunched forward as if he were still skulking about the dark alleys of Ravelin. Whether it elicits a sense of pity or fear is up to the observer.
Kellanved could be considered handsome but it can be difficult to say for sure for a number of reasons. Spending little time in the open daylight, his skin remains relatively pale. His icy-blue eyes tend to be watch catches the attention of others. Unfortunately their brilliance is marred by the lifeless look in his eyes. It is almost as if Kel is constantly staring into Death's face. On rare occasions one may note a sharpness in his gaze, one of the few indications that he is actually aware of the world around him. The initiate has let his blonde hair grow out so that it falls well past eye-level. It does obstruct his vision to a certain extent but it doesn't really bother him. Facial hair as not yet become an issue for him. There are no scars on his face though his nose is slightly crooked after being broken and not set properly. Unfortunately his body has not been so lucky and is covered with scars.
His attire is about as simple as one would expect of a kid with his background. He possesses a simple grey cloak which often was the only thing he had to hold the elements at bay. It has a number of hidden pockets for Kel to hold all manner of useful things. Aside from that he wears a simple navy shirt accompanied by grey trousers. He could have probably found himself some new clothes by now but he has been oddly adamant to not do so. Kellanved had not received any formal training with a lightsaber until joining the Order and therefore does no carry one with him, and probably would not even if he had. What the Sith Initiate does carry with him is a healthy number of knives. He has two higher quality knives which he usually keeps sheathed near his back. There are also a number of smaller blades hidden on his person of which some are meant for throwing. It would be a foolish idea to think Kel was defenseless just because he does not carry a lightsaber.
Personality:
Kellanved isn't inherently evil but rather the product of a difficult life. He has had to fend for himself pretty much since he could walk. The drive to persist has resulted in a life of stealing, fighting, and killing. Experience has taught him that these are the only ways survive. Kindness and charity are foreign concepts to the young adolescent. He has been molded so that killing does not phase him though there are exceptions. Therefore it is not all that surprising that Kel normally reacts with either violence or the exact opposite, silence. It can make him rather unapproachable.
The young Sith does not possess any marvelous intelligence but is at the very least street-smart. He tends to view others in a different manner than normal, which can sometimes make him oddly perceptive. It is usually rather difficult to make conversation with Kellanved. He usually has very little to say and whatever he does say tends to not be very nice. In fact, his language can be pretty crude. Every so often he may say something clever. Yet at the end of the day he is still a kid, and like most kids he is curious and yearns for some level of recognition. Behind the harsh exterior lies a child who desires his parents or some manner of parental figure.
He is loyal to the Sith Order since they gave him what he never had, a home. That being said, Kel is still insecure and constantly fears betrayal. The Sith Initiate has no real opinions on Jedi or the Empire for that matter; he simply does what he is told. There is rarely an occasion when he acts independently since he fears reprimand. The one thing Kel really doesn't understand about the Sith is their obsession with using lightsabers. He believes that knives are more than enough to get the job done and is quite stubborn on this matter. Therefore Kellanved could be considered an ideal apprentice to some and the worst to others.
Birth place: Bastion|Ravelin
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Apprentice
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Neophyte
Lightsaber: N/A
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho-1
Makashi-N/A
Soresu-N/A
Ataru-N/A
Shien / Djem So-N/A
Niman-N/A
Juyo-N/A
Double Bladed Combat-N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 2
Body: 4
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 1
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
RP Sample:
He was stalking through the alleyways of Ravelin once again. It had been hours since the sun set and now it was his time. Of course most people would not have been comfortable walking about this part of the city all alone but not Kellanved. The shadow was his friend, his only friend. It kept him safe and helped him sneak up on his enemies. He moved swiftly from one place to the next with very little sound. It had taken years of practice and running for his life to learn how to move in this manner. He had learned quickly enough that if you could not master the shadows then they would betray you like they had done to so many before.
Kel sneaked closer to his prey and then suddenly...thwack!
The Sith Initiate slowly came to his senses as he blinked a number of times to clear his vision. He looked up to see the instructor staring down at him with a rather unpleasant expression. The young Sith could essentially guess what had transpired. Kel had got distracted during one of the lectures about the importance of Shii-Cho and how it was the basis of all lightsaber forms. The Initiate couldn't give a rat's ass about such things. He had always got along fine with his knives but somehow that was not enough. A knife killed just as good as any lightsaber by his estimation.
Somehow he managed to make it through the rest of the class without getting hit again. It had not taken Kel long to learn that the Sith instructors were unforgiving. The Initiate would just have to make sure he did not make any more mistakes; his hand moved to his slightly crooked nose on reflex. You got punished for your mistakes, a lesson that Kel had learned over and over again. It had not been a pleasant educational experience.
A few of the other initiates had headed to the mess hall together after class but not Kel. He had found that he did not get along well with the others. The young Sith prospect had already gotten himself into a few fights since arriving to Korriban. Many of his peers were the sons of aristocrats or wealthy individuals. The types who had spent their whole life spitting on people like Kellanved. It turned out an aristocrat bled just like any other person. They rarely tried to bully him any more. Kel had had to kill regularly to keep himself alive since he was ten. These brats had another thing coming if they thought they could intimidate him.
Yet...
Yet many of them had found masters while Kel had not. He wondered how long the Sith would keep him if he failed to be taken under someone's wing. Kel did not want to go back to scraping a living of the streets, he could not go back to that life. There had to be someone within the Order who would make him their apprentice. Then again, who would want anything to do with a poor street-urchin? Kellanved barely even knew how to hold a lightsaber. The young Sith Initiate was in no mood to do anything when he finally made it back to his room.
Bio:
Scraps
Even the most prestigious cities in the galaxy have slums and Ravelin was no exception. Kellanved's family had been subjected to abject poverty. His father had been a simple factory worker and not a very good one at that. The man died from disease before his son had even turned two. It was then up to his mother to somehow support her child and herself. She managed to get work as a maid in some household but her job was more akin to indentured servitude. Luckily Kel's grandmother was within the community to at least watch over the child as his mother worked relentlessly.
It was around the age of six that the same disease that killed his father took his grandmother and then his mother not long after. Kellanved never had much but now he had nothing. His only consolation was that he had not been entirely idle. He picked up begging pretty much as soon as he learned how to walk. Occasionally he got himself a few credits or maybe scraps from someone who passed by. Suffice to say, Kel went to sleep many nights on an empty stomach. It was not long before he was forced out of the little shack he had once called home. There was little empathy among the poor, survival was paramount.
Kellanved decided to move away from the slum community and closer to the heart of the city. There were more police but also more disposals he could rummage through, more scraps to eat. His new surroundings forced him to adapt and adapt he did. Kel shifted from simple begging to stealing. He had a knack for judging the right time to grab something and run. Vaguely being able to know when someone was nearby. Of course at the time he had no clue that these were all signs of his Force sensitivity. He just went about his life, simply trying to survive until the sun rose the next day.
Cornered
He was nine when he killed his first person. Up until this point, Kel had been stealing and making sure to keep himself hidden. Chased away when caught but nothing more than that until one unfortunate evening. The young boy had just managed to lift himself a handful of credits off some unsuspecting businessman and was headed back to his usual nook. Unfortunately his theft had not gone unnoticed. It just so happened that the man who had spotted Kel's thievery was not one to call the authorities.
The man followed Kellanved until he found the perfect opportunity to steal what had been stolen. Kel was young and therefore too excited to notice that he was being followed until it was too late. He found himself cornered in an alley where no one was around to help. The thug asked Kel to give up what he had wanted but the boy refused. Those credits would have been enough to feed him for weeks and his instinct would not let them go. The other man did not take kindly to Kel's reaction and the boy was in for a world of hurt.
A malevolent soul, he took no pity on Kellanved. The boy was bloodied with more than a few broken bones but he managed to punch his attacker straight in the groin. Originally the man had been content to just beat Kel but it seemed he now wanted Kel dead. Kellanved had known fear before but nothing like what he felt as he looked up at his death. Battered and broken in a secluded city alleyway, the most basic of instincts kicked in.
In a sudden burst of speed he shot forward and latched onto the man's leg. Kel's teeth closed around his attacker's ankle. He bit down and tore with all the strength he could muster. An amalgam of blood, flesh, and tendon came free which resulted in immense pain for his attacker. The man dropped the knife he had been holding on reflex as he lost his balance. Kellanved grabbed the blade from the ground and drove it right under the man's chin which culminated in his immediate death.
Kellanved sat in that alley for hours until the shock slowly began to wear off. The corpse frightened him but not as much as he would have expected. Blood painted his hands but the boy did not seem bothered. Eventually he realized that he could no longer stay there. He still had the presence of mind to retrieve the blade and keep it for himself. Kellanved definitely changed that day and this man would not be the last person he killed. He had found a new way to survive.
A Little Advice for the Road
Now eleven, Kel had spent a solid two years moving about various parts of Ravelin. He progressed from just a thief to something much more dangerous. The boy had learned to kill which made him both bold and fearful. Of course that did not mean he tried to murder every person he came upon but more opportunities opened to him. There were areas which he consciously used to avoid out of fear. Kel had initially just been a kid looking for scraps, he couldn't challenge thugs.
He found that he had an aptitude for blades and constantly trained with them. Kel knew no formal styles of course but instead learned through actual fights. There were times were he found himself in 'harmless' brawls while other times his life hung in the balance. Kellanved lived a very precarious life but only because he was forced to do so if he wished to survive. He seemed to have been quite lucky to make his way out of some of the situations he had been in. It would not be long before Kel learned that his survival had not been down to pure luck.
One evening Kel happened to duck into a small store while avoiding some rather unhappy pursuers. He was soon discovered by the old lady who ran the store. She initially was going to simply call the police but instead offered the young boy some food. Kellanved was about to leave but Aeltha, the storekeeper, told the boy that she could help him. The old woman began to explain things of which Kel understood little. It had something to do with the Force and how he was special because of it. She told Kel that she would train him if he wanted.
Kellanved returned to Aeltha's shop everyday for two solid years. The old woman taught him about the Force and how it could be manipulated by certain people. She was a frail old woman and so lightsaber combat and the more physical aspects of the Force were out of her realm of teaching. Kel's training was mostly focused on what would help keep him alive such as honing his ability to sense. She also taught the boy some basic reading and writing since he had never had any sort of education. It was two years well spent but they ended far too quickly. Like all the other women in Kel's life, she was not destined to stay with him long. Aeltha's age had simply caught up to her and Kel was once again left alone.
A New Home
Aeltha's loss stung the young boy but he had slowly become accustomed to death. He was grateful for the training he had received and put it to use almost immediately. Kel had become something quite different from the average street urchin. The adolescent now possessed some basic training in the Force and grew deadlier with a knife with each passing day. He discovered that he was most comfortable when wielding dual blades. Kellanved was far from invincible though and had more than a fair share of rough encounters.
The young Force user was slowly approaching a difficult decision. His actions no longer went unnoticed. In the two years since Aeltha's death he had crossed a number of gangs as well as the authorities. Ravelin was becoming a smaller place with each passing day. Kel was a killer but he was still a child and the streets of Ravelin was the only home he had ever known. He had seen the retribution of the street gangs and the justice of the Empire. Neither were things that Kel desired. Luckily for him, an opportunity for escape presented itself.
Kel had wandered into the more posh district of Ravelin by mistake, lost in his own thoughts. Whether by luck or fate, the boy bumped into an aristocrat the man was exiting the store. The adolescent braced himself for the worst but instead found the aristocrat smiling. Eventually Kellanved would discover that the man was a recruiter for the newly formed Sith Order. The boy had never heard of it before the more the aristocrat explained, the more Kel desired to join. That was more or less all it took for the lifetime resident of Bastion to be sent to Korriban for training.
His initial year at the recently constructed Sith Temple was met with up and downs. Kel learned that he was far from the only person who could utilized the Force. In a way he was happy that he had found himself a new home and a new family. That being said, most of his 'family' was not very nice. His lack of basic education made it difficult for him to pick up many of the theoretical concepts. He showed an aptitude for combat but his understanding of the lightsaber was woefully limited. His only proper training had been in areas that the Order did not to seem to care too much about. All that seemed little to his ultimate desire to find a master, a desire still unfulfilled.
