Tharatus was picked on as a child. Always smaller and slower than the rest, Tharatus was the butt of jokes and forced to do the dirty work. To stay away from all of the harassment, he spent quite a bit of time at the local library. He grew up feeling ostracized and wanting desperately to get back at everyone that would dare pick on another soul. While hiding out in the library one day he came across an old and musty tome. It seemed like it was written specifically for him, and offered a way to gain power beyond anything he could hope to achieve on his own. Pocketing the book he slipped out into the alleyways.

He spent months studying everything the tome had to offer. When he finally felt ready, he focused and reached out to the Nine Hells. He found a shard of power, and he tapped into it. Quickly his physique changed. He became taller and more muscular. He was able to conjure up fire and brimstone. Feeling empowered, he quickly succumbed to the infernal whispers in his ear, letting the power consume him and lashing out at those that had wronged him. Before he knew it, he had utterly destroyed them.

When he came back to his senses he was distraught. He ran away from home, leaving everything he had known. He shut out the power, and swore never to use it again. Weeks later he came across a family that was being accosted by bandits. He rushed to help, but once again he was small and frail, and couldn't stand up to the marauders. Feeling the rage rise, he tapped into the secret font of power and summoned the power of the hexblade again. With the clout of the Nine Hells behind him he fought off the bandits and saved the family. Seeing that there was a way to use his powers for good purposes, he made a new pact to finally carry out his childhood dream and help those around him. Thus he began to travel the world and right any wrongs he came across.

He quickly realized that not everyone was appreciative of him using the borrowed power of devils to assist them. He learned to hide the true sources of his might, often disguising himself when assisting others, so they wouldn't be able to recognize him later. He continued to study his craft, and found that he was soon able to summon a spirit from beyond the Prime. He probed and prodded and ultimately found a spirit that was not evil, but rather a tormented soul like himself. In times of personal struggle, he calls upon the spirit to confide in, as well as help him learn his way around.

Tharatus is of average height, but is well built. When not in combat he transforms his armor into commoner's clothing, something that appears lowly and nondescript, with a hood; just in case. He keeps a low profile, but is good-natured and kind to those around him. He doesn't tolerate bullying or anyone taking advantage of the weak. He has medium length black hair and a strong countenance.

In combat, Tharatus is all business. He dispenses his brand of justice with a focused lethality. He doesn't stop to make small talk or ask too many questions. He wades into the fray with grim determination and the confidence that his power will destroy those that dare to threaten the good and right.