LUTHER | THE THEORY | CENTAURIAN | 55
You were chosen in a different world, one with an empty skyline and a homogeneous people, the blight of tradition hovering over your kind for far too long. Many call your decisions ill-thought, many openly criticize your so called un-democratic takeover. But if they knew what was next, knew the isolation that would come, you’re certain they’d do the same.
BIOGRAPHY
Born Silas Altair to a family of some importance, as his great-grandfather had proven himself many years ago to be a proficient Starweaver, their luck had been waning ever since. Silas, glimpsed at late age, was their crowning glory, their ticket to the top. Even simply being put in a pool to be chosen would mean a place at the table, a renewed pull in their so-called democracy. Suddenly they had power again, becoming drunk on the luxuries it graced them with. Luther was more than disgusted, as a young boy he’d idealized the world he’d lived in, thought it to be a government on behalf of the people, for the people. But while the Chosen drunk herself into a stupor on expensive wine and his family suddenly could tell what policies their friends should vote for, it colored his image of his culture in deep shades of black.
It hadn’t even been fifty years when the Chosen croaked, poising themselves slowly with substances of all types. With an emergency vote on the forefront, Silas placed himself above the others with his dedication to tradition and democracy, returning Proxima to the glory days of years past. He believed his message too and so did his people. Shedding his whole life, he became Luther, promising a great revival. Whatever plagued the previous Chosen would dissipate and turn to dust. That was what he thought, until a Starweaver delivered a curious message. There had been a prophecy, almost seventy-five years ago, about a Chosen who’d cause a war between universes, drunk on power. The guilt must of weighed heavily on the former rulers, how their home would soon be destroyed in some tyrants war.
For years, nothing happened. All seemed quiet and Luther had made good on his promises to the Centaurian people, leading to popularity among most. Then, a Starweaver had a glimpse, a terrible prophetic glimpse. The child of ruin would be born soon, be glimpsed as a chosen, and would win. Soon, burning leaves of green were the only ways for Luther to cope, to forget how he’d guide the personification of death to the throne. Then, an opportunity arose. Other species had landed on Proxima, attempting to contact and learn about the people who inhabited it. Luther was aware of their real goal, to clear out the planet for their own purposes, but he gladly went along and sent his people to Earth. Perhaps, when everyone comes together, they can stop the new Chosen, who seems to have slotted themself all too nicely next to him.
THE THEORY IS PORTRAYED BY MARK DECASCOS AND IS AN NPC
