Nickname: Healer
Race: Venturian
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Physical: Blond hair that goes down to her waist with jade green eyes. Her outfit is a sky blue one piece pants-suit with a skirt attached. No cloak. She usually keeps her hair in a bun. Kylar always carries a metal staff (not earth metal of course) with her at all times and it is her only means of defense and protection.
Skills/Superpowers: As her name suggests, she has the ability to heal with her hands. Cuts, burns, slashes, sometimes broken bones even. But she has one downfall-she cannot heal herself. Her powers do not work like that. Kylar also knows many battle techniques with her metal staff.
Short History: Kylar Vorthen is from the planet Ventur, a very mystical and a very dangerous planet. The people there have different powers, each according to their genetic structure. Kylar and her family found very early on that she could heal a wide variety of wounds, and for some years they used her as a healer in the wars. She thought however, that her powers could better be used elsewhere since her planet had healers of her kind. Kylar took a single ship and landed on a small planet, where she settled in the city of Renaldor, helping where she could with her miraculous powers and protecting the weak.
Short Story: Kylar looked around, feeling elated and free. Smiling, the Venturian started walking, feeling that, after all if she was going to help this planet, she had to start somewhere! But where to begin? This New World was full of opportunities and�what was that? Quickly she turned around and saw some older boys tormenting a younger one; laughing as they kicked and tripped and spat on him. Kylar�s eyes flashed and she gripped her metal staff tight.
�Hey! What right have you to do that to another of your kind? How would you feel if you were him?�
The biggest of the bullies came up, putting his face right into hers.
�You want to tell us how to act, pretty? Come on, let�s see how-OOF!�
Crack! Smack! Wack! Twack! The sound of breaking bone against metal resounded in the dark alley. It didn�t take long for them to run, for they had had no time to attack. The girl turned her attention to the poor boy, on the ground and shaking with fear and pain as he looked at her with wide eyes.
�Please don�t hurt me, miss! I didn�t do nothin�! Honest!�
�Now why would I hurt you when I just saved you, human?� Kylar asked in her own gentle tone and smiled. Spreading her hands wide, a blinding golden light enveloped the boy and as it faded he got up, looking at his body and gasping. There wasn�t a scratch on him!
�Go home, go home and laugh and play and enjoy life!�
�What�s your name, miss?�
Kylar hesitated. �Healer�call me Healer. Your name?�
�James; and I�ll spread the word about you, Healer!� The boy ran off with a skip hop and jump, and Kylar Vorthen, now known as Healer, smiled softly.
�I think I�m going to like it here.�