Introduction: Neuve’s birth was an anomaly, an unexplainable fusion of light power and the ancient art of Hex Magic. Unlike most beings, who must carefully channel mana through rituals or training, Neuve possessed an unending reservoir of mana—her light-powered life essence creating an endless loop of magical energy. While this seemed like an unimaginable gift, it was one she neither sought nor fully understood.
From a young age, Neuve struggled to tame the chaotic nature of her Hex Magic. Though she gained remarkable control over her abilities with time, the magic possessed a will of its own. There were moments when its influence whispered louder than her thoughts, suggesting actions that hovered between altruism and quiet chaos. For Neuve, the greatest battle was not her enemies, but the negotiation between her will and her magic's influence.
Neuve’s Early Years (0–56): Shaping the Foundation
0–10: The Light’s Beginning
Discovery of Power: From the moment Neuve was “born,” it was clear she was different. Her light-powered essence caused her to glow faintly, even as an infant. Local Protogen-Nardoragon hybrids viewed her as a beacon of potential, but also as an unsettling anomaly.
Uncontrollable Flashes: Her Hex Magic began to manifest early, with small bursts of energy disrupting her surroundings when her emotions spiked—cracks appearing in walls, objects shifting unpredictably. She had no control, leading to feelings of isolation and fear from those around her.
A Fractured Bond: Her family adored her but struggled to understand her abilities. Her parents tried desperately to shield her, but whispers of her "curse" spread through their community.
11–20: A Growing Awareness
Magic’s Voice Emerges: Around age 12, the Hex Magic began speaking to her faintly—not in words, but in feelings and impulses. It hinted at possibilities she couldn’t yet understand, giving her dreams of shifting realities or bending space.
Accidental Guidance: One day, during a moment of crisis, the Hex Magic instinctively saved someone she loved, drawing on its power without her input. Though it was an act of good, the experience terrified her—she realized the magic could act on its own.
Desire for Mastery: By 18, Neuve began experimenting with her abilities in secret, desperate to control the chaos. She created small enchantments and runes, but her successes were inconsistent, and her failures sometimes caused harm.
21–30: Rising Confidence, Rising Doubts
A Flicker of Control: Through years of trial and error, Neuve achieved basic control over her magic, enough to perform simple hexes without disruption. However, whispers of the magic’s suggestions grew stronger, pushing her to test her limits.
An Early Temptation: At age 27, Hex Magic nudged her to disrupt the flow of energy in her environment—nothing major, just a small ripple to see what would happen. Neuve resisted, but the curiosity lingered, sowing seeds of doubt in her ability to refuse.
Strengthening Bonds: During this time, Neuve formed a tight-knit group of companions who accepted her despite her powers. They gave her a sense of belonging, grounding her amid the growing pull of her magic.
31–50: The Tipping Point
Echoes of Influence: By her 30s, the Hex Magic’s influence became more deliberate, suggesting actions that challenged her moral compass. While she resisted, there were moments of weakness—small, seemingly inconsequential lapses where she allowed the magic to act unchecked.
The Dream of Power: At 45, Neuve began having vivid dreams of immense power—visions of herself reshaping reality with a mere thought. The dreams felt less like fantasies and more like memories yet to happen.
First Glimpse of Destruction: During an accidental surge at age 48, Neuve witnessed her magic spiral beyond her control, temporarily tearing through the space around her. Though no one was hurt, the event deeply scarred her, leaving her more determined than ever to lock down her power.
51–56: The Build-Up to the First Hard Challenge
Magic’s Loudest Whispers: By 55, the Hex Magic’s suggestions became harder to ignore. It no longer whispered—it demanded. It showed her glimpses of interdimensional networks and whispered promises of boundless knowledge, tempting her to tap into powers nobody had ever dared touch.
The Struggle for Balance: Torn between her sense of responsibility and the overwhelming allure of the Hex Magic, Neuve began to feel the strain. She spent months in quiet isolation, meditating and strengthening her resolve, preparing herself for what she felt was an inevitable confrontation.
56: The First Hard Challenge At 56 years old, Neuve stood at a crossroads in her journey—a point that would define her relationship with Hex Magic for centuries to come. By this time, the whispers of her magic had grown louder, shifting from gentle nudges to persistent commands. The allure of infinite power loomed over her like a shadow, tempting her to dive into realms no Protogen had ever dared touch: the interdimensional network.
The Hex Magic’s suggestion was tantalizing. It promised Neuve a glimpse into the vast, interconnected lattice of alternate universes—a network that held the secrets of existence itself. It assured her that she could wield the knowledge to reshape not only her reality but all realities. However, the stakes were monumental. If Neuve acted on this impulse, the very fabric of space-time could shatter, causing multiversal lapses and creating cracks in physics that no force could repair. The risk was not just destruction but total chaos—worlds bleeding into one another, identities merging, and existence itself spiraling into instability.
Neuve’s response was layered with uncertainty and fear. She grappled with the ethical weight of such a decision. For hours, she sat in the quiet solitude of a distant canyon, her light essence illuminating the rocks around her as she meditated on the Hex Magic’s suggestion. The magic’s voice grew insistent: "You are stronger than the laws that bind this universe. Why do you hesitate? The knowledge awaits, the power beckons. All you need is the courage to seize it."
But Neuve understood the risks on a deeper level. She spoke aloud, her voice tinged with apprehension: "I mean... that sounds fun and all, but what if someone gets hurt? What if I accidentally merge with other versions of myself? Then what happens? Do I lose who I am completely?"
The Hex Magic paused—not in defeat, but in calculated silence. It was clear that the power was not used to resistance, but Neuve’s resolve was firm. She chose to turn away from the interdimensional network, deciding that the potential harm far outweighed the allure of limitless knowledge. Her decision marked a victory, but it came at a cost. The magic grew restless, frustrated with her restraint, and its influence became even louder in the years that followed.
This challenge marked the beginning of a subtle transformation in Neuve. She wasn’t just resisting temptation—she was learning to navigate the delicate balance between her will and the Hex Magic’s overwhelming presence. She realized that her journey wouldn’t be about eliminating the magic’s voice but understanding its motives, controlling its impulses, and bending its chaotic nature toward her own path of good.
This moment set the stage for the milestones that followed, shaping her character into the figure who would one day approach the Awakening phase with newfound wisdom and strength.
Age 57–100: Finding Balance Amid Growing Chaos
57–65: Learning to Contain Hex Magic
Struggling to Trust Herself: After refusing the interdimensional network, Neuve became hyper-aware of how easily Hex Magic could influence her. While she remained committed to keeping control, she often doubted her decisions, replaying that moment at age 56 in her mind. What if her refusal wasn’t strength but fear?
Magic’s Evolution: Hex Magic adapted to her resistance, becoming subtler and more strategic. Its whispers took on a cryptic nature, posing riddles and philosophical questions meant to unravel her conviction. Neuve spent this time learning how to counter its influence through meditation and rune creation—methods that helped her redirect the magic’s energy without giving in to its suggestions.
Testing Her Limits: During these years, Neuve pushed her abilities through controlled experiments, crafting hexes designed to enhance her light power. While some were successful, others caused her magic to lash out unpredictably, forcing her to reconsider her approach.
66–80: The Quest for Purpose
Exploring Her Origins: By age 70, Neuve grew increasingly curious about the origins of her Hex Magic and its connection to her Protogen-Nardoragon hybrid nature. She began traveling across her world, seeking ancient texts and ruins that might hold clues. While the journey provided fragments of insight, it also deepened the mystery.
A Revelatory Dream: At age 76, Neuve experienced one of the most vivid dreams of her life. In it, she stood amid a field of fractured light, surrounded by runes that shifted and warped as if alive. The Hex Magic’s voice spoke clearly for the first time, saying: "You are more than you understand. Find the truth, and you will find yourself."
A New Purpose Emerges: The dream reignited Neuve’s determination to uncover the reason for her existence. While she didn’t yet grasp its full meaning, she felt certain that her magic held answers—not just about her own journey, but about the nature of light power and magic itself.
81–95: Navigating Growth and Complexity
Refining Her Control: By age 84, Neuve had mastered several advanced techniques for containing her Hex Magic, including the creation of adaptive runes capable of shifting their properties based on her emotional state. These breakthroughs marked a turning point in her ability to coexist with the magic.
Mentoring Protogen Variants: During these years, Neuve became a quiet mentor to younger Protogens who sought her guidance. She shared lessons on balance and restraint, teaching them how to approach their own challenges with discipline and thoughtfulness.
Relationships Tested: As Neuve’s understanding of Hex Magic deepened, her bond with her closest companions grew strained. Many struggled to relate to her growing awareness, feeling distanced from the philosophical depth she had reached. While Neuve understood their feelings, she chose to continue her path, knowing the stakes were far greater than herself.
96–100: On the Path of Awakening
Magic’s Escalation: As Neuve approached her 100th year, the Hex Magic’s influence intensified dramatically, as if preparing her for an Awakening. It became louder, more assertive, and at times uncontrollable. Small distortions began appearing around her—ripples in space-time that hinted at her growing power.
Preparing for the Next Evolution: By age 98, Neuve began crafting protective enchantments to safeguard her world against the potential chaos of her Awakening. She feared that her transformation might cause unintended harm, so she worked tirelessly to minimize the risk.
A Quiet Resolve: On the eve of her 100th birthday, Neuve stood alone beneath a sky full of shifting lights. The Hex Magic whispered: "You cannot resist forever, child. You were born to awaken the truth." This time, Neuve didn’t respond. She simply smiled, knowing that while her journey had been fraught with uncertainty, she had never lost sight of who she was.
100-150: The Short Decline
100-110 Loosing Sight
The Loud Silence: On the day Neuve turned 100, the ever-present hum of Hex Magic finally fell quiet. At first, she welcomed the silence, believing that after a century of resistance, the magic had finally granted her peace—a recognition of her unwavering resolve. It felt like an earned victory, a reward for refusing its temptations.
But as the months stretched on, the silence remained. Not a whisper. Not a stray pulse of energy. Not even the faintest sensation of its presence. What once had been a relentless force—nudging, testing, demanding—had simply disappeared, as if wiped from existence.
At first, Neuve assumed it was mere dormancy, a quiet retreat before another inevitable resurgence. But time passed, and the silence lingered, growing heavier, suffocating in its absence. Her unease deepened. She found herself listening, waiting for even the smallest sign of the magic's return. Instead, she was met with an unnatural void—a quiet so profound that it felt less like relief and more like an omen.
The magic hadn't been vanquished. It hadn't surrendered. It had chosen silence. And that choice unsettled Neuve far more than its whispers ever had.
The Suffocating Light: A year had passed since Hex Magic’s silence, and with each day, Neuve felt the weight of its absence growing heavier. At first, she thought it was just her imagination—that her powers were simply adjusting to a world without the magic’s whispers. But the more she tried to call upon her abilities, the more resistance she met, as if something deep within her was faltering.
Magic that once flowed effortlessly now sputtered, flickering like a dying flame. Concern turned to fear. Something was wrong.
With no other choice, Neuve did what she had spent her entire life avoiding—she underwent a Diagnostic, the closest equivalent to surgery for cybernetic beings like Protogens, Synths, and Primagens. It was an invasive process, feared for its unpredictability, its ability to expose the deepest vulnerabilities of those who relied on both biological and mechanical existence.
And when the results came in, the verdict was undeniable: Weakened.
Her Light Power—the essence that had sustained her for a century—was suffocating, dwindling at an alarming rate. It wasn’t merely fading—it was dying.
For the first time in her long life, Neuve understood that this wasn’t just about losing power. This was about survival. And the question that loomed over her was one she had never dared to ask before:
Without the Hex Magic… can I even exist?
The Dread: The Diagnostic results shattered Neuve’s sense of self. Weakened. The word echoed in her mind, staining every thought with creeping doubt. She wasn’t a beacon of potential anymore—just a fading anomaly, a mutation clinging to remnants of power it could no longer wield.
For the first time in her century of existence, she couldn’t bring herself to step outside, to face the world that had once embraced her strength. She feared their gazes—the pity, the disappointment, the quiet confirmation that she was no longer who she had been. Would they turn away from her, leave her behind now that she was diminished?
She withdrew, her luminous presence dimming not just in power but in spirit. Her light had always defined her, given her purpose. Now, it suffocated under the weight of uncertainty. She still felt the magic—a distant flicker just beyond her reach—but touching it was no longer the same. It was frail, fragile, foreign.
And worse than losing her strength was the question she had never allowed herself to ask before:
"If I am no longer light, then who am I?"
Flickering Lifeforce: Seven years after Neuve’s 100th birthday, the world she had fought so hard to shape—the life she had built—began to crack and shatter beneath her. Her light was running low.
For Protogens, the sign of approaching death is unmistakable: the low battery symbol—not just on their face visor, but on their finplates, shoulder pads, and thigh plates. A quiet, unrelenting signal of fate. And now, those symbols, had appeared on Neuve.
Her strength dwindled. Movement became sluggish, each motion requiring more effort than the last. By 109, even her visor—once a clear window into the world—was dimming. Her sight blurred until shadows became indistinguishable, the edges of reality fading like a dying star.
She could no longer walk. No longer stand. No longer bring herself to face the outside world.
Only her family remained—the last few Protogens who hadn’t abandoned her. They cared for her, whispered gentle reassurances, though even they had no true comfort to offer. Razer, her father, made one final attempt to restart her cycle, gifting her a piece of his own light—a desperate act, a plea against the inevitable.
It failed.
And as the final days of her 110th year slipped away, Neuve began to fade from the network entirely.
Her existence, once vibrant and undeniable, was vanishing.
111-120: The Small Hope
The Final Breath: As Neuve reached her 111th year, the last trace of her presence flickered within the ProtoKind network. One final signal—a faint, dying pulse—echoed through the digital ether, then faded into silence.
She was gone.
Her cybernetic essence—the part of her that had once connected her to something greater—had vanished, leaving behind only her biological body. No more data trails. No more energy signatures. No more whispers within the fabric of the technological world.
Yet, even in that absence, something remained. A fragile heartbeat. Weak, unsteady, barely noticeable—but there. Her existence had not fully slipped away.
She was no longer a creature of light. No longer woven into the web of artificial existence that had shaped her identity.
Now, she was something else. Something uncertain.
Something… waiting.
Death Monologue:A Silent Grave: The world had already mourned her. Neuve was gone.The final pulse of her presence had vanished from the ProtoKind network, leaving nothing behind but fading memories and the shell of what she once was.
There was no trace of energy. No lingering echoes in the data stream. No anomalies for scanners to detect.
As far as technology was concerned, Neuve no longer existed.
But deep within that quiet absence, something remained. A heartbeat—soft, sluggish, barely more than a whisper against the void. It did not surge. It did not falter. It simply was.
Unseen. Unnoticed. Dormant.
Time stretched forward, unchanging, as the universe moved on without her. Months would pass before the truth would begin to stir. Before the small hope could take shape.
But for now, Neuve lay silent.
The Sudden Shot: One day—without warning—a pulse rippled through the ProtoKind Network.
At first, it seemed like a malfunction—a lingering fragment of corrupted data forcing itself into existence. But the pulse came again. Once per day, at exactly 12:52 PM. Unwavering. Precise. Alive.
Neuve’s family, still mourning, had long since accepted her loss. But now, this repeating signal tore through their certainty, pulling them back into a familiar, desperate hope. Had she rebooted? Had something—some unseen force—reignited her existence?
They moved quickly, recovering what remained of her body, holding onto the fragile possibility that this pulse meant more than just a dying echo.
That maybe, just maybe—Neuve wasn’t truly gone.
The Revitalization: For months, the pulse of Neuve’s presence had been nothing more than a faint anomaly in the ProtoKind Network—a mystery, a whisper of something not fully gone. But now, the signal was no longer just data. It was transformation.
Dev Note| The "flickered" is supposed to blink, the blink tag is broken.
It started slowly. Her thighpads . Weak, intermittent bursts of light pulsed beneath their surfaces, struggling against the long dormancy. Then, her shoulder plates stirred, dim energy flowing back into them, creeping through circuits like embers catching fire.
Her visor nanites shuddered, shifting in delicate, almost hesitant movements, as though waking from a deep sleep.
The moment the first spark of life emerged, her family dropped everything. They rushed to her side, gathering around her, breathless, unwilling to look away for even a second. This wasn’t just recovery—this was a resurrection.
Hours passed, tension mounting with each moment. And then—finally—her visor illuminated.
Her optics adjusted, fighting the haze of prolonged inactivity. But soon, at last—she could see.
A year and a half had passed since they had lost her. And now, she had returned.