Krass Wyms
Jedi Tech Division
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
- Intent: To create a recurring NPC rival for Krass
- Image Credit: Made with AI
- Role: Rival
- Permissions: N/A
- Links: N/A
PHYSICAL INFORMATION
- Age: Early 30s
- Force Sensitivity: Non-Force User
- Species: Human
- Appearance: Kael is a paragon of Mandalorian physicality, standing an imposing 7'10" with a broad, powerfully muscular build earned from a lifetime at the forge. His skin is like polished ebony, rough and chiseled, covered in a web of old silvery burns and scars. His face is sharp and angular, with a strong jaw often set in a permanent scowl or smirk. He has dark, intense eyes and closely cropped black hair. He is typically seen in functional, heat-resistant forge gear, but is known to work wearing only a tooled beskar and fireworm scale loincloth and his armored boots when deeply focused, a display of both practicality to not overheat and arrogant confidence.
SOCIAL INFORMATION
- Name: Kael Ordo; "The Unbroken"
- Loyalties: Clan Ordo
- Wealth: Wealthy. His wealth comes from exorbitant commissions for his beskar weaponry and armor, catered to high-paying clients across the galaxy, including corporate executives, warlords, and other Mandalorians.
- Notable Possessions: A full set of self-forged Beskar'gam in the traditional colors of Clan Ordo; a collection of mastercrafted tools
- Skills:Master
- Armorer and Weaponsmith
- Expert Metallurgist
- Skilled Hand-to-Hand Combatant
- Competent Starship Pilot.
- Languages: Basic, Mando'a.
- Personality: Arrogant, prideful, and brutally direct. Kael is a man of few words, but each one is deliberate and often cutting. He believes in the supremacy of Mandalorian craftsmanship and solitary mastery. He is dismissive of what he sees as the weakness of others. Beneath the arrogance lies a sharp, analytical mind and a deeply ingrained code of honor. His encounter with Krass left him with a layer of frustrated respect for her that he does not fully understand and consistently fails to hide.
COMBAT INFORMATION
- Weapon of Choice: His Beskar Tack Hammer (as a tool and a melee weapon), heavy blaster pistol, and his own armored fists.
- Combat Function: Close-quarters brawler and tank. In combat, he functions as a powerful but straightforward force, relying on his strength, armor, and sheer durability to overwhelm opponents. He is not a tactician but a blunt instrument.
- Force Abilities: N/A
Strengths:
- Unmatched Craftsmanship: Kael is one of the premier smiths of his generation, particularly with beskar. His technical skill, eye for detail, and understanding of metallurgy are second to very few.
- Unshakeable Will: His confidence and pride make him incredibly resilient to intimidation, persuasion, and psychological warfare. He is certain of his methods and his worth.
Weaknesses:
- Blinding Arrogance: His supreme confidence in his own way is his greatest flaw. It makes him dismissive of other techniques, cultures, and strategies, leaving him vulnerable to being outmaneuvered by more adaptable opponents.
- Philosophical Inflexibility: He cannot comprehend the strength found in collaboration or non-traditional structures. This limits his growth and often puts him at odds with potential allies.
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
Kael Ordo was born into the crucible of Clan Ordo on the war-torn planet of Mandalore, a world where the clang of hammer on beskar was as sacred as a heartbeat. From his earliest memories, Kael was steeped in the traditions of his clan, a lineage of warriors and artisans who believed Mandalorian iron was not just a material but a covenant with their ancestors. His father, Torren Ordo, was a revered armorer whose gauntlets adorned the fists of clan chieftains, and his mother, Veyra, a bladesmith whose vibroblades were said to sing through beskar as if it were silk. Kael was raised to see craftsmanship as a solitary act of will, a test of one's soul against the unyielding truth of the forge. "The fire reveals," his father would say, "and only the unbroken endure."As a child, Kael was relentless, even obsessive. He spent hours watching sparks fly from his parents' anvils, memorizing the rhythm of their hammers. By age ten, he forged his first blade a crude dagger that his father deemed "adequate" but kept on his workbench until his death. That faint praise ignited a fire in Kael, a need to prove himself not just to his clan but to the galaxy. He trained under the clan's masters, mastering beskar's secrets and developing a philosophy that true excellence could only be achieved alone, untainted by collaboration or compromise. His stubbornness earned him both admiration and isolation; peers respected his skill but found his arrogance grating. By his late teens, Kael had crafted his first full set of beskar armor, a masterpiece that earned him the epithet "The Unbroken" for his refusal to yield to fatigue, doubt, or criticism during its creation.
Kael's early adulthood was marked by a restless hunger for recognition. He left Mandalore to seek out the galaxy's greatest forges, from the industrial foundries of Corellia to the ancient smithies of Dantooine. Each commission whether a ceremonial blade for a Coruscanti noble or a reinforced vambrace for a bounty hunter was a chance to prove Mandalorian superiority. His work became highly sought, but his solitary nature made him few allies. He saw other artisans as rivals to be surpassed, not peers to learn from. This mindset hardened after a betrayal on Nar Shaddaa, where a rival smith sabotaged one of Kael's commissions, costing him a lucrative contract with a Hutt cartel. The incident reinforced his belief that trust was a weakness, and he vowed to rely only on his own hands and hammer.
Kael's path led him to Ancilla, home of the Jadeite Jedi Order, after hearing tales of their Quartermaster, Krass Wyms, a forgemaster whose work rivaled even Mandalorian craftsmanship. Kael saw this as the ultimate test, a chance to prove his solitary methods superior to the collaborative ethos of the Jedi artisans. He arrived at Ancilla with a chip on his shoulder, issuing a formal challenge to Krass in front of the Order's council. He expected to dominate, to expose the Jedi's reliance on teamwork as a crutch. Instead, he met Krass Wyms a wiry, unyielding smith whose skill matched his own and whose stubbornness mirrored Kael's in a way that both infuriated and fascinated him.
The competition was a grueling spectacle, a days-long marathon of forging that pushed both to their limits. They worked side by side in Ancilla's great forge, sparks flying as they crafted weapons and armor of breathtaking intricacy. The air crackled with tension Kael's precise, methodical strikes clashing with Krass's fluid, almost intuitive technique. The contest wasn't just about skill; it was a clash of philosophies. Kael's solitary focus produced works of stark, unyielding perfection, while Krass's creations bore the subtle warmth of collaboration, infused with the Jedi's connection to the Force. The final night was a fevered crescendo, where exhaustion stripped away pretense, and their mutual respect bled into something rawer an unspoken acknowledgment that they were equals, perhaps even mirrors. When they presented their final pieces to the Jedi judges, the verdict was a draw, a result that left Kael seething with frustration but unable to deny Krass's brilliance.
Kael left Ancilla without the victory he craved, but the encounter reshaped him in ways he couldn't admit. Krass had planted a seed of doubt in his solitary creed, a nagging question about whether true mastery could ever be achieved alone. He carried that doubt like a splinter, an irritation that fueled his work but also haunted him. In the years that followed, Kael took on ever more ambitious commissions a beskar warhammer for a Mandalorian warlord, a ceremonial blade for a Mon Calamari admiral each a silent challenge to Krass's legacy. He became a ghost in the galactic forging community, his name whispered with awe and fear, but his heart remained tethered to that unresolved duel on Ancilla.
Now, Kael wanders the galaxy, a master at the height of his craft but restless. He seeks out the toughest materials, the most demanding clients, always chasing the next crucible to test his skill. Yet, in quiet moments, his thoughts drift to Krass Wyms the "little smith" who matched him blow for blow. He tells himself it's rivalry, a score to settle, but there's a hunger beneath it, a need to face her again, not just to win but to understand what she saw in the fire that he could not. Kael remains unbroken, but the cracks in his philosophy are beginning to show, and the galaxy waits to see if his next forge will temper him or finally break him.
