Adair's race has been mistaken for vampires, demons, shapeshifters--the works. All true, but none of them right. Her species died out an age or two ago. They had brilliant minds among them, but the destruction of their world was inescapable. The lucky, powerful few abandoned the masses as the planet's environment began to poison their air, food, and water. Adair watched her kind wither around her even as she grew up. Whatever family she had, she buried by the time she reached adulthood. When the "best of the best" left her and the others to slowly choke and die, she joined the effort to save their people.

Adair didn't think it'd be her that would ultimately find it. She won't divulge much about the being she crossed paths with--a djinn, a devil, a god of old? no one knew--but she did admit to striking a deal. She begged for a way to keep her race alive. The being told her it would have a high cost and Adair accepted that her life and soul was forfeit.

Except it wasn't. She didn't die. Her soul wasn't ripped from her body. But something inside her shriveled. It was her first and only lesson in being careful what you wish for. Those of her race that managed to live that long no longer suffered the ill effects of their environment. Their world was still poison, but it didn't hurt them. Neither, in fact, did time. Not a single one of them aged past the day Adair made her plea. And not a single new life was born, either.

They were barren. Every last one of them. They couldn't continue their species, but they did continue to live, regardless of the passage of time. Of course, that was the price the being warned Adair about. Yes, her race would live on and survive--but no more than that. Poison wouldn't take them, though they were able to suffer every minute of it. Being able to breathe mattered little. Starvation brought hunger pangs but nothing else. And that's what drove her people mad. Immortality, as it turned out, was a horrible burden to bear.

She lost so many to madness. They became unkillable monsters that had to be hunted down and contained. Eventually--mercifully--they found a means to kill one another. Execution and suicide whittled their numbers down. Adair's kind are harder to come across now, but a few still remain, wandering the cosmos until they feel their minds slipping and make one last journey home...

Leaving a Legacy Behind

Adair has worked for countless years to find a means of reproduction. Her race can finally find their peace when they deem it's time, but her one goal has always been to avoid extinction. There have been no perfect successes, but she and her cohorts have managed to splice their genes with other sentient beings and created some form of viable offspring. No one can agree on when to stop or which mutation they should dedicate their time and genetics on expanding, but there are now a fair number of...creatures...that share some of Adair's genetic coding. Having no maternal inclinations, that's a weird thing for her, despite not being the one to raise them. The one with most of her genetic coding is named Kim (after the nickname she used in her younger days). While the other experimental kiddos could only be said to be distantly related to Adair at best, Kim shares a remarkable amount of active genes with her. His physical appearance alone makes it hard to deny that she is, more or less, his genetic "mother."