Over time, many rulers of the dynasties that made up the empire became disappointed in the Silent Kings and his two phaerons, wishing to influence, or take over, the position. They refused to share the gifts of immortality with the necrontyr, leading to the start of a race wide resentment and jealousy. This went in direct contrast to those of the old ones, a race of nigh immortal psychic demigods, with incredibly fast space travel. The planet on which they evolved orbited a horrid star, the entire race now naturally plagued by cancers and other illnesses, leading the entire race to short, uncomfortable lifespans. Far before even humans started to exist, the necrontyr empire was on the rise, if struggling heavily. The history of the necrons, or necrontyr, is as ancient as it is tragic. As most lords are too prideful for tactical advantage, they tend to put their people in flashy metals, decorated well to show other courts how well off they are. Past this, the different dynasties of the necron race feature unique coloration to set each other apart.
In the center of their chests sits a small intricate sigil, featuring either the mark of the triach, or the dynastic emblem(generally reserved for royalty). They are broad shouldered and tall, even with most of them hunched over. Necrons take the forms of large mettalic skeletons, with fused ribs, long skulls, with deep pulsing light sprouting from the gaps in their bodies. A Necron Lord marches into battle alongside his warriors.