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"I accept my flaws as you accepted yours, and I will transcend them ... as you did. I am ready as I'll ever be, Promethean."

- Bornstellar Makes Eternal Lasting

''We were once a strong and bountiful race; our ecumene spanned over three million fertile worlds, our technology stood at the highest peak within our galaxy, we were dominant above all others ... and they were all subservient to us.''

''Even when those who seeded us, who breathed life into our hollow husks and scattered us among the stars, wished to pluck us from existence, we retaliated with unparalleled fury and lay down the gods, erased them from our galaxy, and took our seat as the inheritors of the Mantle. But this was no more than a demonstrable delusion, we were never the true inheritors ...''

''Many cycles later, the heinous vengeance of the Timeless Ones finally struck. But, it did not strike those who had vanquished them from existance, no, it struck those who expressed rage; rage with out control, rage like the Timeless Ones themselves. The Humans fled the onslaught of the Flood. The pressure of the disease caused the Humans to become savage and desperate, they trespassed our ecumene, and took what was not rightfully theirs.''

''In retaliation we sought to remove the Humans as we did the Timeless Ones. It was here we discovered what truly lay behind the Human attacks. The disease killed without prejudiced, what it touched, it consumed. The Humans at the climax of the war had finally discovered a cure to the flood, just before their final destruction at our hands. Stripped and devolved, the Humans were left as mear shadows of their former selves.''

''The knowledge of this cure was denied to us as punishment for abominable crimes, crimes we did not stop there. To combat the flood we committed a demonic violation of the Mantle we pride ourselves with. We constructed weapons, weapons which would destroy all sentient life within our galaxy, weapons which were eventually turned against ourselves.''

''Betrayed by our own creations, as we had the Timeless Ones, we were left in disrepair. Almost destroyed by the very weapons we had created we were left with little choice but to use these monstrous constructions. We fired the all seven Halos, sacrificing ourselves as an attempt to atone for our sins.''

''It was here where the true inheritors of the Mantle took their throne, and raised up once more ... This is the story of my people, the story of the Forerunners. I am the last of my kind, similar to The Primordium who triggered the fall of our once bountiful people.''

Origins
The last of a dying breed, and bearing the name of Arweinydd, I reign from the beautiful Birthplace of Wales; where the lush green mountains stretch high into the folding clouds, and where the land is filled with rich and diverse fauna and flora that even the Librarian herself would envy.

Born of a humble Warrior-Servant family, I was always projected to join my siblings and follow the deep family tradition of becoming a loyal soldier of my nation; a destiny I have always resented and fought. I excelled at Biology, even from an early age, and always stood at the top wherever it was involved. It was this talent that had finally allowed me to break my destiny and make my own path, an exceeding rarity in Forerunner society. This path swept long and far, eventually leading me to the Lifeworkers.

The Lifeworkers taught me Medicine and Health, of which I had become adept with and made my life's purpose. I studied how living things could become frail or stricken with illness, and how it was possible to reverse this affliction returning the organism to previous health, and insure the continuity of life. Although I approach the apex of my career, and hold the honorable title of 'Lifeshaper', I continue to attain information and advance my acumen at the Forerunner medical institute designated 'UoP'.

Here, I remain covert and alone as I strive, through extended trials and tests, to return my species from the brink of extinction; a conclusive sin to contradict our creators' judgement.

Avocations
For eons I have laboured intensively with research to alleviate my species greatest ailment; extinction. Whilst I hold my work with great importance, I would not consider it an entertainment. Therefore, where my research lacks the requirement of my aeonian vigilance I partake in neurally stimulating activities, sometimes of human origin when my Anchilla's preprogramed entertainment does not suffice. Had my attention not been prioritised with the return of the Forerunners, I would have enjoyed studying Humans more extensively as my predecessor, the Librarian, once had. An Anchilla's preprogrammed entertainment, in a rate such as my own, is designed to test one's logic. Whilst this is beneficial for maintaining intellectual integrity, it fails to conserve emotional function. This is why I sometimes stray to Human entertainment, whenever a Huragok presents opportunity.

We Forerunners seldom use materials of living creatures, such as wood or hide, as it betrays our greatest creed within the matle; protect the living. However, the Huragok often bring back paper books, usually historical of the Halo events, an excelent way to keep track of what happens outside the facility, whilst others are fictional. Perhaps you might take interest in the Human novels I enjoy?

