I am a walking massacre; I am confusion, havik and disruption. I am the product of DNA disruption, as a result of the portals that Kahn has created.

I am the Chameleon; or so I was called. However, my true name is still one that only the Zatterian will whisper in the safety of their dens. However, I am a large part as to why the Zatteraian race is close to complete extinction. You see, I am no fool, like Reptile. I refuse to allign myself and be a pet. I am my own warrior, and I have proven myself to be a warrior who can bring down any who stand in my way. I was named the Chameleon by those who judged me, and cast me into that portal that tore me apart.

I suppose I should begin my story like I should any other. I am the last living remnant of a race that lived East of Zattera. Our race despised the raptors, who lived luxioriously, lazily laying around like the reptiles they were! We worked hard, we were their slaves; they had branded us as lower than them. We were cross-breeds of the Dragon and Raptors, so we were seen as less, when in reality we were so much more! We had potential, we had power! Yet, we were opressed by these beings who were free-loading off of the land that we took care of, and once before grazed together on. But, things took a large turn for the worse. I was tired of being pushed down, and I escaped the camp. I tore through the fences, the tribal thorns cutting my thick hide, splattering my blood along the grass. I ran along the fields and grabbed the first light source I'd seen, and dove into the first village I'd come across.

Immediately, the Raptor guards were alerted and began their pursuit of me. I had little time and my image had gone from serf to criminal. I threw the light source into the huts before me, burning the roofs and setting the wood ablaze. Ah! The sight before me was a brilliant one. I turned as the Raptor guards charged me, I managed to cast my killing claw into one's chest and flung him backward, drawing his blood pushed me into a blood-rush. My body began to shiver, and my blood that was once somewhat warm, ran completely cold at this moment. I had leaped onto the second guard and snapped my jaws over his and tore the entire front of his face off! His blood covered my maw as I leaped off to leave the fool in his anguish. I turned to find myself almost completely surrounded; and had nowhere to move. I let out a roar, letting my comerades know that I had made the move to make myself known. I am sure they'd have awakened, but cowered in fear due to the thought of what will occur during the next sun.

I was attacked from all sides with electrical rods, shocking and prodding me. I was then imprisoned, with electrical ropes spiraling around my arms and lower digits as well, pinning my tail to my legs. Another electrical eel was wrapped around my maw, keeping my mouth shut. I was kept inside this cage until the next moon rose; then they woke me, banging on my cage and snarling at me, calling me a murderer, a fool, nothing more than property. I couldn't respond, so I sat as they gathered around me, and began to bang against my cage, prodding me with their bladed staffs, cutting me and spilling more blood. I was weak as is, and the wound from the last moon remained fresh. I winced and found myself brought before a portal. I looked out the sides of my cage, to find two Zatterians looking back at me. One of which was female, who pulled her veil and spit in my face; the other was one they now call Reptile, who swore that he'd have killed me himself, had he caught me.

They'd placed their verdict, and pulled me from the cage. I was yanked and cast onto the ground, the electric eels that bound me together were removed. However, I was too weak to react, so they hoisted me up and I lifted my snout to look directly into the portal. They had said that once I was cast into this "Doom Gate", I would never return, and I would be torn into pieces by the rift that pulled things inside. I would be used as an offering to the gods. Nevertheless, I made my statement, I had slaughtered the guards who assaulted me and made my move, I suppose now the punishment is just.

I was cast into this portal and immediately I was being tugged every which way, pulled deeper into the rift, until Zattera was out of sight. I howled in pain as the portal shifted and grasped, and eventually pulled me apart, in a sense. I was unconscious for a good couple decades, being pushed through the portals rifts and holes. However, on the 43rd year, I awoke in Outworld. I tried to move, but was far too weak to even shift my weight. I felt myself bleeding, but it felt as though my body was changing, growing. I could feel my bones inside, the portal's magic still tearing at my insides.

When I was able, however, I opened my eyes to look down to my hand, which had been changing colors, shape, skin. At one point my hand was human, with a red and black tie around it, battle gloves tied around my forearm for a moment. I crawled along the wastelands until I found a pool, where I could look in to see the mirror image of what I had become. I looked to see myself as a changing warrior, a Chameleon. I saw my face covered by a mask that at one point was Yellow, then black, then grey. It continued to change, every second. I wasn't able to control it at first, but after a couple moons, I was. I became several different warriors tied into one, I had learned to control these warriors' powers through time and hard work. I had followed paths along Outworld's backroads and found out who each and every one of these warriors was after watching them fight; and that was when I finally gained a full grasp on what I had become.

While wandering Outworld, I ran into Shao Kahn; I had not realized who he was or what position he held, but I immediately took defensive. I was my own warrior, but Kahn offered me a position where I could become his greatest fighter! I was amazed. He had seen the potential in me that had taken me and enshrouded me through passage of the portal. I was no longer a monster, but a vessel of power! I accepted his offer, and I had ran my story by him, and he had given me my first mission. To destroy Zattera with him and to help Outworld, and his empire grow! By destroying Zattera, I would have revenge on those that opressed me, and my race. I also accepted this mission.

However, upon returning, I took the form of the warrior Reptile and began to ravage the village, when my eyes caught site of the slaughter in the pen. My race, were all killed, and all that remained were bones and a blood stained field, wrapped in a pen. It must have occurred the day after I rebelled! I became angry, and reacted irrationally and, alongside of Goro, I tore through the huts and slaughtered the lizards within! They hadn't even known what hit them as I clawed through the wood and straw, sinking my claws into their lizard scales, and tearing their limbs off of their bodies! I was in a blood-lust, so much so, that I had forgotten the two whom had spit on me on my departure. All of the Zatterians were slaughtered by Kahn's Extermination squad, including myself, except Reptile and Khameleon. I had caught a brief glimpse of them escaping through the portals, the same in which they cast me through. My guess was that Reptile had a good grasp on how the portals worked, and had allied himself with someone with strong magical ability.

I later learned that Reptile served as a servant to Shang Tsung, which had served as restitution for me, but Khameleon was seeking refuge in the Living forest. I had to find her and make sure that there was no hope for Reptile, but it could wait for now. I had missions that would need attending to. Kahn's next task for me was to aid a sorceror named Quan Chi, in an assasination. I took the form of a warrior named Sub Zero, and followed Quan Chi to a warrior named Hanzo's home, where we slaughtered his wife and child. My heart was cold, so I felt no remorse in holding the child's body in my cold hands. I looked up to Quan Chi as he gave a nod in approval. I followed him back through the portal, just as Scorpion himself was murdered by the same warrior I impersonated. As time passed, and as I passed through the portal more, I gained the ability of more warriors, specifically the assassins. My next mission was not until the third tournament in which I had to impersonate Sub Zero yet again, as a spy to the younger brother. This mission was one assigned by Quan Chi, as one to set off the warrior Scorpion's powers to keep him loyal to Shao Kahn, and perhaps have him kill the younger brother Sub Zero, and lessen Earth's chances of winning against him.

However, after that mission, I needed to fulfill my own and found myself in the Living forest, searching for Khameleon as well as Reptile. I was more worried about Khameleon, though, because she was the new matriarch to the species. If Reptile had reunited with her, he'd become powerful, and be able to do something with his ability, and possibly return home to rebegin life in Zattera. I couldn't allow that; I was no longer a mutant cross breed, I was a chaos bound creation put together by the portals and the gods. I continued my search until my attention was driven away from my search as Kahn was defeated. I felt his energy pass through me and I was cast into darkness. I would remain in this unconscious state until Kahn awakened again, during the final tournament. I opened my eyes and stood, and felt an instinct driving me to return to the tower, where I would find Kahn and Goro awaiting me.

Now, was a time for loyalty. Now, Kahn said was a time where all of his greatest warriors were needed. Now, it was time for a war. It was time to begin the Armageddon, and that our time was now. I had been informed that Reptile's body was being used as the Vessel for the Dragon King, and this infuriated me, however I also learned he was weakened and defeated. So now was my time to strike; my time to get my revenge and prove myself as Kahn's strongest warrior.