Name: Nepha
Species: Unknown
Alignment Neutral Evil
Quote:
I remember… I remember the gift of immortality. Many, so many, resisted. But not me. I was one of the first. Others had to be dragged kicking and screaming. But not me. I skipped and danced gleefully over the lip of damnation. I was burned and devoured utterly. And I was killed. But I was reborn. Transmuted from one form into another. My blighted, irradiated, flawed, beautiful flesh was nothing but an empty husk. A discarded remnant. I had shed my skin. I was re-made. I was immortal. One of the first of legions upon legions.
Immortality is a lie.
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Bio:
Once there was a race in the stars. Short-lived. Isolated from the other species. So short-lived and meek, the species was never given a name by the others whom passed over their planet. And how the people below on that world looked up towards those with their extended lives. Living more decades than they could ever wish for, safe from a sun that didn't coat the world in lethal radiation. Hatred seeped into their hearts and their minds, and while toxic enveloped both their bodies and their minds, the race began to work and tinker. Scientists began work that lasted generations upon generations to extend their lives. Everything from gene therapy to bio augmentation ended in disastrous failure.
Until the Angels came.
When the angels in their skin of platinum descended on the world, the planet's leaders came forth and rejoiced as the species were offered a chance to be reborn. Free from the rotten conditions of their lives. No longer would the pinnacle of age be considered 20 years. No longer would they have to fear the sun that spewed out radiation and solar swells that wiped out cities. No longer would the other aliens in the universe mock them. Ignore them. Refuse to acknowledge them. And they could lord among the galaxy. All for the simple price of servitude. A price that seemed worthwhile...
Horror would be realized when the species found the angels ripping their souls from their bodies; essence being transferred into cold, mechanical bodies. Those that resisted were attacked by their converted kin and forced to undergo the same process. It only took weeks before the planet was a tomb of metal women and men. Slaves to the angels that had brought them the gift of immortality and preyed on their desires and needs.
Of course. Angels and gods grow tired of their playthings. The species was discarded, and their world nothing more than a ghost world. Barren. Hollow. Ruins and monuments crumbling as a fatal warning to those that believe the stories.
Nepha was one of the first to accept the change. The thought of immortality preserving her beauty, and a chance to rule as a queen forever? She sat their smiling before she realized just what she had become in the process; the woman one of few who managed to keep slivers of memories before her kind was discarded by the angels; Nepha put to sleep for when the gods might possibly wake her up to play with her, and her kind once more...