From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

Khaless
Player: Cylar
Origin:	Natural
Archetype:	Scrapper
Security Level:	30
Personal Data
Real Name:	'
Known Aliases:	none
Species:	Idhelia
Age:	364
Height:	5'9"
Weight:	150lbs
Eye Color:	Green
Hair Color:	Purple (Black on her homeworld)
Biographical Data
Nationality:	'
Occupation:	'
Place of Birth:	Belegwaith
Base of Operations:	Paragon City
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	None on Earth
Known Powers
'
Known Abilities
Skillful with a sword; swift runner; fast healer.
Equipment
'Magical' talking box.
Had no knowledge of technology before coming to Earth. Relies on herself but is more than willing to help others in need.

THE STORY OF KHALESS

I am called Khaless. My home world was Dolorn. I say ‘was’ because the world exists but I no longer live there.

On Dolorn, we call ourselves Idhelia. We were the only two legged sentient beings on the planet for countless generations. Then beasts began appearing in the mountains. Foul creatures with leathery skin, black eyes and gnarled limbs. These too walked only on two legs. As the years went by and these new beings persisted, we began to investigate them. Their numbers were increasing, slowly. We could not understand their ‘speech’ nor they ours. However, as their numbers grew, so did their hostility.

Decades wore on and we learned to live with these pests on our doorstep. Until, one year, their numbers seemed infinite. How did they more than double in one season? That point became less and less a concern as they began advancing on our villages. One by one, we were forced to draw back before them. Our elders in Aglartum could offer little assistance as they were besieged themselves.

My brother and I decided to seek the aid of an exiled family of magic users. It was said they had dealings with the Avathiri (those of my race who had centuries ago forsaken the sunlit world and possessed unthinkable powers) but we did not care, then. We went to them and begged they give us magical means to overthrow our enemies. They laughed and mocked and whispered but, in the end they helped us. They painfully brought us to the brink of death and, when we recovered, we had no ‘magic powers’ but we were stronger, swifter and able to heal at an incredible rate.

We returned to our village in Belegwaith and slew countless Morathar. But it was not enough. Our village was still destroyed and our people driven back to Mon Thelion, our stronghold in the southern mountains. My brother and I decided we needed more magical aid since Aglartum was still not able to help. I went, alone, to the sorcerers. They said they would come in two days to Mon Thelion. Come they did. After pleading from my brother and me, they were allowed entrance. However, there were more of them then we remembered. They said they needed help for what was to be done.

That was our downfall, or nearly. For, they did indeed bring Avathiri with them. Until then, our chief had sat, half dead seeming, in his place in the main room. None knew what he was doing. Some said preparing magic. Others thought he was giving up. When the Avathiri laid their hands on the stone walls of Thelion and their magic began permeating the stone, our chief woke up. He did nothing but sit there but his eyes were wide open. Still the Avathiri continued their chanting and mocking of us. As they worked, the mountain shook. Great rending sounds came from the lower tunnels. Then screams, shouting. Dozens of their own warriors began to enter Mon Thelion. We rushed to meet them.

My brother fell. Many of our people were killed. We held them to the lower tunnels for days even though their sorcerers held the main chamber. Eventually, more rumbling and great cracking sounds were heard. We began to despair. Then light! Sun light came down to the lower tunnels. The Avathiri fell back a step. Indeed, we all paused to look. The wizards of Aglartum had come. Our chief had summoned them through his trance. Their soldiers were marching down to us and seemed to have brought the light of day in their armor.

When the last of the Avathiri were driven out or killed, the wizards sealed the cracks the dark ones had rent. They also called me before them.

Although we had prevailed in the end, I was still to be punished. I was banished. Not merely banished from the village but exiled from Dolorn itself. Through their great magic (and infinite wisdom) I was sent unimaginable leagues to this Earth.

OOC

Khaless is a member of The Paragon Universe