Nɇaroviin

Nɇaroviin  is part of a "Race" of creatures that were actually abominable beings from the stars. True enough they are alien to this world, but they are all too familiar with humanity. Regardless, since Nɇaroviin  could remember his people had tried to emulate humanity, their innovations and their spirits. This was displeasing to the masters of their race. Humanity was as far behind as a caboose as far as the "interstellar races" believed. Humans were not things to aspire to, they were filthy disgusting creatures of internal conflict and indecisive nature. Tsxero's people had always watched though, emulated and tried to be more "Human" even adopting several of the religions into their own. Soon enough they could quite clearly see where the "confusion" and conflict within religion had been an issue. They then began to form their own little "hierarchy" system, one that was immediately crushed by the race that bred and owned Nearoviin's race.

 His people soon looked to the violence of the human race and understood that their violence was a misplaced one, one that was futile and pointless. Alas, that did not stop their emulation of all of their other qualities. Finally the "Master Race" the Promtherion's whom owned Nearoviin's race began to crack down violently. It started with the murder of the "appointed leader" of the race, and then spread to the children of the creatures. The Promtherion's berated them and ultimately began a cleansing of the race they bred to be slaves. The curse of the Promtherion's genius was their excellence in creating Nɇaroviin's people. Their creation superceeded expectations, evolved and hardened. The Promtherion's had created their own worst enemies. Nɇaroviin's people were stronger, faster and more durable, and the skills of their combat and reflexes were on par with the finest trained Promtherian soldiers. The only strength the Promtherion people had were their weapons, and their sheer numbers. It was the numbers alone that kept things relatively "even". But as the "war" raged on, Nearoviin's people began to worry, and they began to panic. The longer the war went on, the smarter and more well adjusted the Promtherion's were becoming. Soon their weapons would do more damage, and rather than taking four shots to kill them it would only take one. This was a war they were unable to win.

Resolving that the war was one they were unable to win, they decided to give way and surrender. Rather than murder their own creations, they decided to curse them with something far worse. They wanted to make their creations suffer for their insolence, they needed to pay for what they had done. So pay they would. All of Nɇaroviin's race were put back in tubes, and genetic alterations had been made. The very coding of the individuals were rewritten, and while many of them died, a fraction of the race would survive. The survivors praised and thanked the Promtherion's who would soak up the praises with malice and dark intent. The Genetic splicing allowed Tsxero's race to emulate human appearances, though to Tsxero's people they believed they had been turned into humans. Just as they were led to believe. The Promtherion's then sent the last remaining members of this created race to Earth to live alongside humans, sending with them a small sprout of a tree that would grow and prosper on Earth's soil. Their instructions were clear, plant the tree in the center of the crash sight, and fill the area around it with dirt, smother the plant in rich soil and pay no heed to it.

They did as they were instructed, the tree had been planted and Nearoviin's race lived there and prospered for years. Setting up their own "religion" which consisted of an existential creator whom rebuked idols of his image, following him was a well of the purest water and tributes to mother earth, and then there were a "lesser pantheon" attached to this religion as well, and to these individuals there were totems built to honor them and rituals of all sorts as the beings that helped all of their lives progress forward. Their "government" mirrored that of a "Theocratic Monarchy" where there was a divide in power between the head of the religion whose gender had to be female and the head of the "people" whom had to be a male. This was also a tad bit in attempts to partially emulate a representative republic as well. These people would prosper a new generation would be born into this world. The first born child of this generation was Tsxero, born to the head of religion and her mate. It was after this first generation that the people began to worry about the "overpopulation" of their small little valley named "The Dream".