The Progenitors. An ancient race of humanoids, likely the first ever humanoid race, who sought to achieve a grand ascension. These masters of science laid out the groundwork for the research into what would become known as Race X millions of years later. Their goal was to achieve power independent of Magic, Ki, or even what could be derived from the very universe itself. Self sustaining power that demands nothing from the worlds they inhabit.
But don't take this to mean they were benevolent. While almost no records exist of them outside of the memories of Jurres, the little existing evidence shows this race was a brutal and domineering lot.

Their experiments on Ferrols created the LiveMetals, including Jurres. Their impatience to wait for her return caused them to eventually leave their homeworld behind, and any stragglers were wiped out for their 'lack of vision'. Their world left barren was all Jurres had to return to.
And when Jurres began conquering worlds of her own accord out of grief, they began crafting powerful suits as an alternative method of gaining their sought after Quantum Ascension.
They were on the right track, and the suits were doing exactly what they were designed to do.

But as is the nature of autonomy, not all the Progenitors thought the same, and not all were heartless seekers of power. One of them, Aravai, took a ship full of the suits including the two control units and fled to dimensions unknown but not before destroying all records of the suits' development history. Throwing one control suit in one reality, and the other in its sister reality before locking the ship containing thousands of suits in a pocket dimension.

With this done, the Progenitors were back at square one. With rapidly dwindling numbers due to their own hostility to anyone not sharing 'the vision' as well as declining birth rates, The Progenitors saw their one hope vanish. Seeing no other option, the remaining forces pooled their knowledge together and devised a plan to hide within a realm known as the Time Stream. There, they would not age or even hunger, but there would be nothing for them to build from. It was a stalling tactic to buy time until a solution was found.

And one was. A lone soldier on Earth, in the deserts of Egypt during a great and terrible war. He found it. One of the control suits.
One of the Progenitors, Minerica, traveled to Earth, greeting the human.

His ambition was something fierce, and his skills in combat were legendary. Perhaps this one could be more forward-thinking than the rest of her people. She would need to court him, gain his favor. Be more than a partner. She could be... His lover?

And so she did, rebuilding herself from the ground up to embody human body standards, even changing her name to better appeal to this human's tastes. It worked beautifully...

Art by   tortoisesensei

Character belongs to Famwammer and is part of Fireball.