Kreld Rardana

Captain KreldArkanus Lindhaven

Yggtar Kreld

## Family

None due to excommunication
Rardana family:

Father: Darifred RardanaMother: Enra Rardana Sister: Kalnae Rardana

## Carried Weapons

Wrist sheathed vibrodagger /// modified Air Pistol slug thrower in a boot sheath. /// Custom Vibroblade (Light Weapon) +2 to counterattack

## Inventory

Datapad loaded with historic books and documents /// comlink /// extra cylinder of ammo /// compressed tea capsule /// code cylinders and badge of command /// small black stone stud earrings /// Jaan religious figurine of a winged Spirit /// Totem Pole spear of the Oaumuana

A young man, oft caught napping, with ten different strategies in one hand, and a cup of hot tea in the other. Kreld Rardana is the classic example of too smart for his own good. The only thing bigger then his intellect is his lazy streak. Well kept, well read, and well spoken, he has found a cause that seems right and just, and he will devote himself to it fully... right after a quick nap first.

## Background

When your raised as an elite, you have plenty of time to read and learn things.

And when your raised as an elite, you have plenty of time to talk, interact, and learn how to influence people.

And when your raised as an elite, stuck on a planet where its always raining, you have lots of time to sit and think and plan and scheme.

And when you were raised as an- when you used to be an elite, the world looks different then it actually is. Being an elite distorts and blinds you to things. injustices in the galaxy. greed and corruption. the government, twisted and out for its own ends over the good of the people it governs.

This is the conundrum Kreld Rardana found himself faced with. Born on Arkanis to the brother of the ruling house, his upbringing was slightly different then most. Instead of being taught from a young age the tricks of a trade, his educational pursuits were of the more noble ones. History of the galaxy, history of the Elder houses, history of his family. He learned social graces, the proprieties of engagement in both conversation, and of blades. As he grew older, he learned more, subjects reaching further and wider to topics such as the art of the deal, the art of deceit, and the art of coercion, should the other two find no success. As he learned, he found that as much as he learned, it was never enough, that it was all too easy, too boring.

Kreld had very little interaction with people outside his families circle as he was raised. There were plenty of parties and galas and other socializations, but it was all with those who were also raised with a silver spoon. Sure, he knew that there were other people that were in less fortunate positions then he was, but he never fully realized it during his childhood. After all, who had time to think about them when there were lessons to learn, balls to attend, one's own personal research into the grand universe and all it had to offer.

At some point however, Kreald found himself with less and less to learn. His library filled with books he had read dozens of times, his tutors with less and less to teach him, and the whirlwind of events that were a constant for the Elder houses, just droll. Realizing this, he began to formulate a plan. A plan that would reinvigorate his life, and keep information pouring into his lap. At the time, universities in the core worlds, especially Coruscant, were becoming the centers of research and learning. His parents, after hearing his request and arguments both for and against going, found themselves in agreement with him. Staying on Arkanis would net him very little in forwarding his learning. Within a few months, he found himself on the doormat of the biggest university on Coruscant.

It was there he first began to see the differences between his upbringing and others more clearly. Often when he and his friends went on trips, they visited planets outside the core, and as he did, he began to see discrepancies. while the core worlds were wealthy and well cared for, planets further out, especially if they were poorer, were often times left on their own. His silver spoon began to melt then, as he began to realize more and more how different his life was from others. He began to see time and time again how often his more alien friends were harassed, and treated like lesser beings. As he looked around, he began to understand some of his lessons more and more. The backroom deals, the making nice to faces, the lies and coercion. Everything he was raised on, he began to question.

It was at this time that Count Dooku gave the Raxus Address, a speech denouncing the Galactic Republic as a futile enterprise that was hopelessly burdened by corruption and favoritism toward the Core Worlds. Word of this spread like wildfire, and there were many who saw merit in Dooku's words. Kreald was one of them. For the next year or so, both the speech and the newly formed Confederacy of Independent Systems were widely debated topics around the university. Tensions grew hotter and hotter as the realization of the fact the secession was, in fact, not going to blow over. those who knew their history, Kreald being one of them, began to realize that this only ended one of two ways: peaceful resolution, or hostile intention.

Sure enough, the battle of Geonosis came about, and many people's worst fears were realized. War was truly upon the galaxy. Kreald, however, was quite pleased. He had seen enough injustice and inequality in the republic to find them faultless. Instead, the c.i.s. were fighting to promote equality and justice for all races across all planets. He quickly returned to his home planet, and found both a warm welcome, and a shocking realization. The Elder houses, his family, stood in support of the republic. Try as he might, Kreld met a wall of resistance every time he attempted to even bring up the subject, let alone to argue its validity. It was then he made a drastic decision.

He would stand on the side of the c.i.s.

The elder houses scoffed at that notion, and, once it became clear that he could not be swayed, forced his family, held under oath by the royal seal, to denounce and excommunicate him. Gone was the silver spoon in its entirety. His claim to the family taken, his marks of bearing removed. Suddenly he found himself with nothing. Nothing but purpose. Standing in front of the place that he had called home for so long, now a building with no connection to him, the feelings he felt were mixed. Despondence, for the loss of those he knew and the life he had. Anticipation, for the next step he knew lay before him. Uneasiness, as for the first time in his life, he was alone, without name or title supporting him. Gratitude for his family, especially his sister, who, unbeknownst to the Elder houses, and with the approval of his parents, had aided him in gathering as much as possible, and sneaking a stack of credits out of the house to him.

It didn't take him long to find his way to a planet that was a part of the c.i.s. While it did take him a bit longer to find his opportunity, it came to him soon after. Recruitment to join the war effort. The c.i.s. army is mostly comprised of droids, true enough, but even they need organics at some level or another. To his benefit, he was a quick learner, and had a sharp mind. All those years of study and learning had well equipped him for his studies at training academy. Within months, he had graduated, and began his military career. Not long after, he found himself with an opportunity for a mysterious deployment. The planet was one he was unfamiliar with, but the chance was too good to pass up. in less then a week he found himself in transit, heading to an unknown place, to face an unknown fate.

Kreld was headed to Xeosis.

## Personality Traits

Relaxed and laid-back, seemingly unworried about the pressures around him, Kreld tends to be well liked... provided you can get around his laissez de faire attitude. Once a person gets to know him, however, they find a sharp, quick-witted, scheming bastard of a man, and a solid friend at that. It takes a bit to get him going, but those who manage to do so find him more then ready to have a conversation about almost anything, or to find a solution to most things thrown at him. Those who find themselves on his less friendly side however, had better prepare themselves for the full brunt of his wrath. After all, once sufficiently motivated, there is little that can stand in his way.

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### Likes

Thunderstorms, tea, naps, outplaying others, fun puzzles and challenges, reading of all sorts, subtle sarcasm.

### Dislikes

Working harder not smarter, loud bossy people, impatience, injustice, high temperatures, pretenders, bullies.

## Appearance

Tall, fit, and oozing with high society upbringing, Kreld, though lazy, is no slouch in his appearance. Sporting dark, well groomed facial hair, and equally dark and well maintained hair. Eyes sharp, with a telling glint. His clothes, clearly well made, are one of the few relics of his old life he left behind. A well cut jacket covering a plain white silken shirt, simple gold necklace, loose but well fitting pants, and knee high leather boots. His bracers appear to be a more recent addition, and a stark contrast to his otherwise high class attire, instead boasting function over heraldry.

## Character Attributes

### Professions

 Investigator
 Negotiator
 Athletics
 Agile Combatant
 Primitive Ranged Weaponry Specialist
 (Hidden) Linguist
 Melee specialist
 Subterfuge

### General Statistics

 Saber Bonus
 Melee Bonus
 Ranged Attack Bonus
 Primitive range bonus

### Unique Bonuses

#### Custom blacksun Vibroblade (Light Weapon, +2 to Attack, Melee range +2 to counterattack )

Advantage on Krell and Jaan linguistics checks

 Unspent Experience