From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

Dune Fox
Player: @Justice Reaper
Origin:	Technology/Natural
Archetype:	Defender
Security Level:	41
Personal Data
Real Name:	Nasha
Known Aliases:	None
Species:	Fennos
Age:	19
Height:	5'6"
Weight:	125lbs.
Eye Color:	green/brown mix
Hair Color:	blueish-grey
Biographical Data
Nationality:	'
Occupation:	Freedom fighter
Place of Birth:	'
Base of Operations:	'
Marital Status:	'
Known Relatives:	'
Known Powers
'
Known Abilities
All Fennos are lithe and quick runners, with natural athletic abilities and keen senses
Equipment
Mirage Field Generator, Quicksand Grenade, Oasis Beacon, Acid Cannon, Noxious Gas Disperser, Scarab Drones, Trip Mines, and a versatile rifle with several attachments
No additional information available.

Backstory

Pre-Paragon

Sand for an endless number of leagues with small bands and clans just living as best they could. There were no rulers. We were the Fennos, and we were free. Until five years ago.

He arrived in a great flash of light, with a multitude of machines under his control. He demanded loyalty and unending service in the factories he was creating, and in return shelter and supplies. Many of the smaller bands went to his side, some unwilling. My clan was prideful and strong, and my father was our respected leader. Which is why “Lord Nemesis” sent his machines to butcher us. My brother Nairo and I, Nasha, fled to the desert with survival packs. It was his idea to go to the Sacred Dunes, where all Fennos were forbidden from entering.

Days turned to a week, weeks turned to a month, but still all we saw was sand, no immense city of white, larger than you could cross in a day, as the tales went. We ran out of supplies two days earlier as we were sitting at the top of a dune, waiting for death’s cold embrace to take us, when we saw it… it was the “Sitee”, full of ancient wonders the world hadn’t seen in ages. Supplies were gathered, weapons were collected, and we set back out, to lay traps and ambushes for these invaders and their Lord.

We fought for five years, freeing many of our people, and losing some as well, including my beloved brother Nairo. I went on a suicide run to the “Brahs Towah”, I didn’t care about the resistance anymore, about freeing my people. I just wanted the head of the man responsible for my brother’s death. They were unprepared for me as I tore through their ranks. Once in his throne room I found a circular doorway pulsing with light, with Nemesis stepping into it with a retinue of soldiers.

I dashed in after him...

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