Con·stan·tine I 1
(kŏn′stən-tēn′, -tīn′) Known as “Constantine the Great.”Originally Flavius Valerius Constantinus. ad 285?-337.
Over eighty thousand years ago, during the most recent ice age, in Africa, the first civilization arose. Africa was much less arid back then; Egypt, for instance, was all forest, and the Mediterranean did not exist as it does now; instead, there were only two much smaller inland seas or lakes.
I will not go into the history of Africa over the 70,000 years that followed. I shall instead focus on what happened near the end of it, which was also the end of the last and perhaps greatest civilization. Science and culture were at an unparalleled zenith. Massive, spired cities reached for the Heavens – millions of people grew up without want or need, all their desires provided for, with vast amounts of clean, sustainable energy available. War had been abolished 10,000 years before. Natural disasters were overcome or even averted. It was the Golden Age of mankind, it was paradise.
The snake in this paradise was curiosity. A man named Yacub (that’s the way we write it, anyway… you might as well call him Jacob) was experimenting with genetics. He had already received two reprimands for his a went over the edge when he created what was called, after he was found out, the “Ekhelaji” – in their long-dead language, “ghost beast”. The word was an anachronism; we would have called it a ‘devil’, but such words were alien to their world.
Fact is, Jacub was a sociopath. But his society had not recognized it. They believed love and understanding could overcome anything. They had not reckoned with a fluke: that one man would manifest all the evils they believed had been bred out of society thousands of years before AND be a genius.
Jacub hated his fellow people. He did not understand them, as they did not understand him. He eventually resolved to create a people of his own, in his own image. Full of hate and the desire to dominate, and with the physical prowess to do so, they would be the new mankind after overthrowing society. The people would never know what hit them.
He bred the first one in his own laboratory in what is now Sudan. Sudan is the birth place of the white race.
He named him “Yané” – ‘Son’. The first man of a new race. Yacub said he was perfect. The man who ultimately killed him described him as a living nightmare: lanky, long-limbed, wiry, big hands and feet, protruding bone struts – and that skin, white, white as chalk, coldly reflective, with the veins obscenely shining through… and the eyes… the eyes like blue sapphires, which see only prey to hunt and kill. Yané moved with inhuman speed, possessed inhuman strength, and was driven by unheard-of blood lust.
Yacub’s dream never came to flourish. When his creations numbered three dozen – one dozen males, two dozen females, every bit as brutal and deadly as the men – they turned on him and tore him to pieces. They abandoned the lab, and soon after encountered the first humans.
Over the following six months, they killed and pillaged and raped – more than eight thousand people died. Finally, an overwhelming force of the ‘Tara, the ritual warriors who hadn’t had to fight anyone for centuries, managed to overcome them. They were horrified at the creatures innate humanity – these were not alien monsters or animals, but transformed human beings. Yacub had forged a new human race from his own DNA.
The three dozen were slain, but the ‘Tara did not allow the half-breed offspring of over a thousand raped and pregnant women to be killed. Society agreed: justice had to be maintained and they could not kill the children for the sins of their parents.
The blood was expected to have thinned-out, but over the generations that followed the “white” genes refused to disappear. Rather, a sub-class of society arose that refused to be stamped out – rather, proliferated.
When the ice age ended, some ten thousand years before our time, the African empires collapsed in the environmental upheaval, thanks in no small part by the brutal uprising of the whites.
Eventually, the were driven out… and the survivors moved North, to what is now known as Africa, where they flourished, while the African societies witheredll-too-inhuman research, creating hideous animal hybrids with no regard for their well-being.
Locale Time/Space: New York(1.439-a);4B period 1004 1:15 am est
There were in the deep regions of space, pathways to dimensional pockets, hidden to all but those who knew the great highways of existence. These were the gateways between worlds. In this specific pocket, in this particular quadrant at this precise moment there came a quiver, the tiniest quake that suddenly ripples and slowly burst open depositing Dez Faezäro, Imperial Assassin of the Ruling House of Deamos, into this space and time. It had been a blur to her eyes but through the haze she knew that she was no longer home. She could see endless rich blackness and golden hued pathways, like some great cosmic expressway.
About: Deathwings are highly aggressive lesser daemons often operating under the direct control of some more evolved creature or in rogue groups (murders) in the wild. Obsessively territorial DeathWings are often used by Dragon’s to defend treasure.
Length; (m) 4’ 2” (f) 4’ 10 “
Weight; (m) 623 lbs (f) 602 lbs
Skin (hide) Scaly to smooth
Arms: 2 (typical but may vary)
Legs: 2 (typical but may vary)
Life Span – 3,012
Horns Length – (m) 1’ (f) 8”
Wing Span – (m) 7’ 3” (f) 7’ 1”
Tail Length (m) 4’ 8” (f)
Strength Class: 2