“There are mutants who shape the course of history through battle, through leadership, through revolution. And then there are those whose purpose is quieter, yet no less vital. Caliban is one such mutant – a seeker, a guide, a soul who has spent his life searching for others like himself.

Born with the ability to sense and track mutants, Caliban was cast out from the world above, his pale complexion and haunting eyes marking him as something other than human. He found refuge beneath the streets of New York, among the outcasts who would come to be known as the Morlocks. It was Callisto who first recognized his gift, who saw in him the means to gather the lost and the abandoned, to build a community where those deemed unworthy by society could find sanctuary.

Caliban’s power is not one of destruction, nor of dominance. It is one of connection. He has walked the tunnels of the underground, seeking out those who had nowhere else to go. He has stood beside his fellow Morlocks, defending their home when the world above sought to erase them. And when tragedy struck – when the Mutant Massacre tore through the tunnels, leaving devastation in its wake – he was among those who survived, though the scars of that day would never fully fade.

There was a time when Caliban sought strength beyond his own, when he turned to Apocalypse, accepting his genetic alterations in exchange for power. He became something more, something darker – his body enhanced, his abilities sharpened. But power, as he learned, comes at a cost. And in the end, he was not defined by the force he wielded, but by the heart that remained beneath it.

Caliban is not a warrior in the traditional sense. He does not command armies, nor does he seek conquest. But he is a guardian of the forgotten, a protector of those who have been cast aside. And in a world that so often seeks to erase those who do not fit its mold, that is a power all its own.”