Welcome to Universe 11, home to the Pride Troopers, the heroes of justice! They have protected numerous planets from very dangerous villains and natural disasters. Everyone knew them and a lot of the youth wanted to be them. There was Toppo, the leader of the Pride Troopers, with his massive arms and thick mustache. Dyspo the speedster, who was the vanguard commander. Then there was the member who was most mysterious to civilians; he would appear and take care of the threat almost before most people could react. In fact, he was rarely seen at all outside of disasters and attacks. He never showed up when the Pride Troopers were being awarded medals of valor, he never showed up during the talk show guest appearances and heck he never showed up for the autograph signings. One thing was clear though, if you were in danger and things were looking bad, he would be there.

His name was Jiren, a somewhat tall, grey-skinned alien with large but lifeless black eyes and a straight face. His large muscles filled out his red and black suit so well that some argued it may actually be his skin. Fans of the costumed heroes speculated about him on online forums. Not much was known about him outside of the fact that he was a Pride Trooper. But what if people knew that wasn't the whole story? The backstory of Jiren was a tragic one but most people don't' know that; not even the leader of the eccentric team of super heroes knew his teammates origin; it was something that the grey alien kept close to is chest so that no one could use it against him. It was his greatest secret and his biggest regret.

Years ago, on Planet Rozwell, there was a small sleepy village in a mountainous area on the outskirts of a desert. The inhabitants were called Rozwellians but they had many variants of their race. They were a hardworking people who just made ends meet with their agriculture. But while the adult villagers were hard at work, a small child ran through the fields with vigor that only the youth have access to. The small child was wearing a beat-up poncho that also served as his clothes but he wore it with pride because his family made it for him. The small grey boy nearly collided with one of the field workers but managed to dive between their legs at the last second; he took off giggling in the other direction. One of the other villagers, a slender woman, called out, "Jiren! Come back and apologize right now!"

The worker rubbed the sweat from his forehead, "Don't sweat it, Roha, he's just a kid. Let him have fun, I think most of us feel younger with him around."

Roha sighed and resumed pulling out vegetables, "I just wish he'd dial it down a little bit but on the bright side he'll sleep like a rock after dinner. He definitely gets that energy from his father."

The worker laugh, "Then we'll be in good hands, Maiku is one of the strongest people we have in the village, imagine what Jiren will be like when he grows up."

Roha smiled at the thought of her son growing up to be big and strong like her husband. As if on cue, Maiku came around the corner carrying a large bucket of water that was twice his size. He set it down with ease and wiped the dirt on the pants of his brown tunic. He well-built but wasn't overly muscular but you could tell there was strength behind that body. Like Jiren and Roha, his eyes were bulbous and mostly black.

"I see that Jiren is causing chaos already, we could use him in the fields."

"Let's let him enjoy being a kid a little longer, next year he can start working the fields as well. The two of you together should double our harvests!" Roha laughed.

Maiku smirked and let out a chuckle as he started distributing the water into smaller buckets. He suddenly felt like someone was watching him; he looked up and saw that the other villagers were looking at the desert-side of the village. There was a figure approaching them, it was hard to get any defining features though because they were wearing a hooded cloak. Maybe it was because the heat waves were distorting this person's image or the fact that they were walking slowly but there was something off about this to Maiku. He walked closer in the direction of the hooded figure, "Hey! Who are you?"

Jiren was chasing a pink insect with fluttering wings along a rocky path towards the larger mountains. The pink, semi-translucent wings were a compliment to his planet's purple sky and a hard contrast to his dark eyes. Maybe that's why he wanted to chase it, it stood out compared to the dull, brown colors of most the environment. He knew that he probably shouldn't actually go into the mountains; very dangerous creatures live up there but he was pretty fast so he wasn't scared. The insect veered off to the left and entered a cave. Jiren ran in the cave excitedly, the only thing he could hear was the pitter-patter of his small footsteps.

As the light from the entrance began to fade, Jiren began to get a bit nervous. Suddenly the entire cavern lit up in pink light. It was the insect but there was more of them in here and they were all glowing with bio-luminescent light. The young boy's mouth was agape in amazement at the light coming off of the lazy fluttering of their wings. This was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen on his planet. An idea crept in his head, he needed to tell his parents about this. Jiren could just imagine his mom's reaction to this cave and the glowing insects. With one last look at the magnificent sight, he took off out of the cave.

Jiren was racing back towards his village in an excited pace. Just a little bit longer and he would be at the edge of his village and….and…

He stopped at the edge of the plateau that overlooked his village; he was greeted with smoke rising out of the acorn-like huts that his people lived in. Various craters littered the fields like pock marks and bodies were scattered everywhere. Panic set in as he scrambled down the plateau and ran towards his house. As he got closer, he saw shapes moving in the windows and his body started locking up from fear. Jiren's lip trembled as he slowly crept closer to the entrance, where the door had been blown inwards. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it might rip out of his chest. As he peaked around the corner with his mouth agape, his breath got hitched in his throat.

He saw a dark figure that was in the center of the kitchen; a dark purple glow was radiating off it like the insects in the cave but this felt twisted and wrong. His gaze fixated on the figure's hands and that moment was when his child innocence died. The glowing person was holding the crumpled and bruised bodies of both his parents. Jiren began to shake but his feet wouldn't obey his commands to run away. The dark being turned and eyed up the small alien with burning red eyes. It dropped his parents in a disgusted fashion, as if they were nothing but filthy garbage. Jiren didn't move as the being walked past him as he wasn't even there and disappeared into the mid-afternoon sky.

Screaming rang through the small house as Jiren violently shook his parents' bodies in a feeble attempt to wake them up. Their black eyes, which were now slightly glazed over, blankly stared back at him as he begged them to wake back up. In one afternoon, Jiren had lost his village and his parents because of that dark being. It left him with nothing.

Hi everyone. I'm trying my hand at a Jiren origins story based off the events of the manga with my own little twist to them. This is not a standalone chapter so don't worry, we will be seeing more of Jiren. Let me know what you think!

Oh and in-case people are wondering:

Planet Rozwell - Reference to Roswell and Area 51 are where the Grey Aliens (which Jiren is based off of) first became a popular idea with the alleged sightings (in America at least)

Jiren is based off of Renji in Japan which means oven so I made his parents' names based off of the Japanese name for Microwave (Maikuroha)