I was a hunter, forged in the light, destined to be a guardian, as I grew up I learned of a vault hidden on Venus, I knew it was my destiny to be one of the first to enter the vault of glass, and I was. As my team approached Atheon a 3 head vex dragon teleported us to Jupiter. For years the gases corrupted my genetics and appearance until I was a large best with God like abilities. I planned revenge on Xylar for torturing me, but first the guardians would be exterminated for not rescuing me on the darkest times. Now I rest upon my new thrownon Jupiter as I build my force of vanquish guardians that I have slain. Soon the war will began... My "death" was [i]"all part of the plan"[/i]