--------------------The Powers of The Soulweavers--------------------
Many millenniums ago, a strong and proud race roamed the planet; they were beings with power and form far beyond our comprehensions. They named themselves the Soulweavers, for they drew their power from the energy of their very soul. Many Soulweavers had different powers than others; records show that there were
14 in all, and further study has divided them into three main branches, and two off-beat branches:
The first and smallest branch was entitled
"Focus", for the abilities depended entirely on pure energy itself.
-Energybend allowed one to bend their energy to their will, allowing them to use it as a means of both offense and defense. This was a rather common ability, and the universal base ability.
-Shadow, a rather perplexing and uncommon ability, allowed one to distort their energy and bodies and phase through the very fabric of time. The user was typically cloaked in shadow, hence the name, and would be professional in "smoke and mirrors" techniques. Instant transmissions were a cornerstone in this ability.
"Elemental", as the name suggests, consisted of energy forming and bending the elements to the user's will.
-Blaze allowed one to form fire with their energy. They were able to control and bend fire and, with enough training, lava as they wished. Those with Blaze could survive much hotter conditions than many others.
-Storm allowed one to form and channel electricity, be it from a mighty storm, or be it created by pure energy. Those who trained hard enough could channel massive lightning storms with a mere pass of their hand, unaffected by the sheer untamed force of lighting.
-Aero gave the user command over the winds, bending the air to their will. They could shelter homes by redirecting the flow of a storm, or conjure a storm of their own.
-Terra allowed one to command the earth around them and form it with their power, making mighty fortresses or showers of meteors with just a flick of their wrists. Some that pursue this path could learn to control flora, turning dense jungles, forests, and even grassy plains a fighting battlefield.
-Hydra allowed one to command and conjure water. Those that stayed diligent with their training could eventually control snow and ice as well, making them masters of winter climates.
"Sense" was the channeling of one's energy through the senses and the mind itself, allowing for some partial telepathy as well.
-Harmony granted it's user the ability to move and fight to the rhythmic sound of music. Their power was useful in several situations; lighter notes in music allowed the user to pursue a light hit on a target, while heavier bass allowed stronger, more forceful blows. This technique was used both in battle and in ceremonial settings.
-Ghostspeak allowed one to command souls of the departed; ones still lingering near our plane of existence, whom haven't moved on yet for some reason. A strong mind and a stronger will are needed to command other souls, especially in larger numbers, so what few people that were gifted with Ghostspeak showed great intelligence. This power has led to it's unofficial link with the taboo Weavers, even though it is not in the same branch as them.
-Psi gifted the user with telekinetic powers strengthened by their energy. Although all Soulweavers had a slight command over telepathy, one with Psi put it to much better use, being able to shape the world around them with only their mind.
The next 5 were lesser powers, usually not playing a direct role like other skills:
The
"Alignment" branch displays two passive traits that essentially determined the alignment of a Soulweaver.
-Holy represented goodness and purity, blessing those that followed it with divine power and moral support in the heat of battle, and clarity and guidance in life.
-Demi represented evil and corruption, cursing its worshipers. It gave its followers unsurpassed power and merciless mindsets in combat, and intimidating force and cunning in their everyday lives.
Finally, there were three
"Taboo" powers, neither dwelling with tedious energy-channeling techniques. Instead, these dealt with more raw materials, usually resulting in the user's insanity or death...
-Blood Stitchers used blood as their power source, be it there own or from someone else. Their workings could best be classified as Necromancy. They could raise the dead, craft their own abominations, and attack with unforeseen power. Their blood is not infinite, though, so Blood Weavers that get carried away by the power can quickly drain themselves of all blood and quickly kill themselves.
-Life Stitchers used ones very soul to their advantage. Unlike Ghostspeak, which channeled the souls of the Purgatory Plane, Life Stitchers used fresh living souls. They could craft spirits and banshees without even thinking. They don't have the kind of force of Blood Stitchers, instead relying solely on their creations to do their fighting, while they stay back a safe distance. Like Blood Stichers, however, they could easily rip their own soul to shreds, leaving nothing but a lifeless husk.
-Plague Stitchers are a new variance in the Taboo tree, having only been recently uncovered. Working with anything living and healthy, Plague Stitchers are able to wither such things away, not just in physical form but also in mental form as well. They can easily rot away most things in their paths and are incredibly dangerous. It takes a lot of willpower and strength to even begin using such a power, and nothing short of godly focus and determination to truly control and use the sadistic power of rot and death.
------------------------------The Soul War------------------------------
At birth, a Soulweaver is blessed with an ability. However, that's not to say that a Soulweaver cannot be trained and blessed with yet another ability. Many Soulweaver's trained hard and focused their energy, and were thereby blessed with another talent.
One thing that irritated some Soulweavers, however, is that their power was intended only for good. Soon enough, a group of Soulweavers disbanded from the rest and used their power for whatever they deemed necessary. They titled themselves the Soulcrafters. Well, needless to say, this didn't go over well with the Soulweavers. Many of them refused to acknowledge their existence, while others joined them. Soon, the Soulcrafter's numbers rivaled the Soulweavers, and they feared that they would take the world into it's own hands, without any sense of reason or law.
The Soulweavers organized themselves, as they now know that this was the time to act. If the Soulcrafters grew any larger, good and purity would fall to lawlessness and, perhaps, evil. Many used their energy to freeze time around them, bringing them to a plane bordering on existence, which let them train for centuries within a matter of moments. This plane is known today as "The Homelands". As they organized themselves, so did the Soulcrafters. Soon, the two sides were at war; a war that was waged across the entire planet; a war that lasted centuries.
One thing that drew out the war so long was an underlying ability of all Soulweavers and Soulcrafters; when one would die, they would shed their physical form and their soul could wander and, if it found a host, pass it's power to another being. This ability came to be known as 'Last Will'. As more and more died, others became more and more powerful, until eventually, only two beings stood; Alkiria the Wise, a powerful Soulweaver blessed with Energybend who believed that law and order kept their civilization in peace. And Sukimia the Malevolent, yet another powerful Energybender who believed that law restrained them and kept them from being truly free.
The two waged war for what felt like an eternity to them, until a strong close-range collision of power occurred between the two, mortally wounding them. Knowing that this was the end, they both let go of life and let their souls, and all of the souls that assisted them, flee. The souls inhabited many other creatures of the land, passing the power of the Soulweavers and Soulcrafters to others. This has been identified as the end of The Soul War and the reason many people, furry and not, all across the land, have these mystical powers.
------------------------------Orion's Story------------------------------
My father, a ruthless dictator, wanted to dominate the world. When I was born, he felt blessed by the gods, for he knew of the power I had inherited, and he planned to exploit it to it's fullest. From the age of 6, I practiced using my power, training countless hours a day; my dad didn't joke around about this. He made sure that I was ready for anything and everything in our way. Surprising enough, when I showed signs of wanting to stay in diapers, he was reluctant, yet okay with it. It didn't really bother him that much.
When I was 8, I ran into my two best buds for life. Ashley, a very laid-back tomboyish cat, possesses Harmony, and she now uses it for entertainment. Last I heard, she went back to her hometown in Jersey to be a DJ. I met her on my first day of third grade. Her family apparently wanted something new; something that didn't involve America, and somehow they ended up in my little German city. Me and Ashley have been friends ever since that day.
Later in the year, I met Nathaniel, a quiet-yet-fiery wolf who possesses Blaze. His dad was sent to my city to keep tabs on my father, monitoring his intentions closely. Nathaniel came along for the sights. Surprisingly, he and his dad found me to be an okay person.
My training grew much more brutal over the years, and soon even my friends couldn't cheer me up. By the time I was 14, my father trained me to freeze time around us as did the Soulweavers and Soulcrafters, so that I could train to become stronger faster. It was unbearable to me, and I didn't know if I'd make it. That's when I met Ty... my first boyfriend; a cute red fox with bright blue eyes. When I was 14, after a frozen century of training, I found him being beaten up in a back alleyway, and I was itchin' to test our my power on some bullies. I dispatched them with ease. When I went to help the fox up, I noticed his padding ruffled above his pants. He seemed awfully embarrassed, but after showing him my padding, we ended up getting along quite well.
We ended up having a loving relationship. He liked it when I babied him; he'd curl up in my arms and rest his head against my chest. We were together for about 9 months; my dad seemed a little offset about us, but still accepted it...
However, When the day came, my father had finally finished his plan for world domination. I was to lead the army to victory as it spread out across the globe. Ty and I met up at my home, where we shared a few moments in each others arms; we both had a feeling that my father's plan involved some sort of greater good for humanity, and we just needed to trust him... however, when we went downstairs for one final meal before I headed out, it turned out we only had one can of soda left. My dad offered Ty the last soda, as he was the love of my, the future world leader, life...
...He drank it... and he... he blanked out; fell to the floor. I rushed to his side, but I could see in his eyes that there was something horribly wrong. He convulsed and shook as he stared into my eyes... I watched him die in my arms... to this day, I still believe that my father poisoned him... He shed a tear for Ty, but kept me on-course. We decided that we'd host a ceremony for him shortly after our parade through the city as an early celebration to our impending victory.
Our parade was HUGE! Soldiers in groups of thousands marched the streets, while my dad rode on a float. My mom, apparently, saw through is sham and knew that he just wanted to enslave the world. She jumped up onto the float and tried to throw him off, but he knocked her off and, pulling a pistol from his pocket, shot her point-blank in the head. Now, I had already endured one agonizing loss that day, but when he shot my mom like that... I was riding the float with my dad. I immediately jumped off and rushed to my mom's side, but it was no use; she was already dead...
Well, one thing that nobody knew about my power was that, when enraged enough, my power becomes unstable... I shouted to the heavens in agony and rage... I woke up 2 days later, in a city of ruins... The loss of my family was devastating enough to make me lose control. I subconsciously blew that city away.
That was the first time I died. The only reason I survived was probably the good graces of those in the higher planes of existence.
Ashley and her family hid in their bomb shelter when the army started marching, so they were fine. Nathaniel and his dad had to flee the city before they were caught in my way. Unfortunately, Nathaniel wasn't fast enough, and his right arm was disintegrated in the process... Days later, he came to find me within the ruins, along with Ashley, to rescue me. Turns out Nathaniel had some extreme smarts, and was able to have a mechanical bio-arm built to replace his missing arm.
Before we left, I found my golden heart locket within the wreckage, given to me by my Mother. It serves as a catalyst; a way to keep my emotions bottled and under control. Should I open the locket or, even worse, take it off, the emotional anxiety would be extreme enough to unlock potential power unlike anything this world has ever seen. I keep it to remind me of those moments, and as a reminder to help make the world a better place.
------------------------------The Nursery------------------------------
After leaving my hometown, I drifted for a fair amount of time, never living in the same place for more than a few days. I didn't have much of a purpose anymore; my hometown was in ruins, my family was no more, and I just needed time away from the few friends that survived the destruction. My drifting eventually led me to the States, and to some of its most crowded and busy cities.
I actually started to find people who shared my interest in diapers and babying; only a few, but we all had that main connection. We had other things in common, but this was the one thing that brought us all together. However, none of us had any strong jobs or a solid place to live; our kinks definitely didn't go over well with a lot of people here. We did eventually get an idea though; it revolved around the fortune left by my father...
We found an old run-down building and, using a mere fraction of my finances, quickly rebuilt the place. It was a very cozy home, with plenty of babyish furnishings that just made us all feel at-home. We ended up calling our new home "The Nursery". Again, my finances helped us live away from those who would harm us and helped to keep the place up and running.
Of course, staying out of sight didn't mean we were out of mind. Despite watching out for each other, somebody got the upper hand on us. One night, while everybody was sound asleep in their cribs, I was up just double-checking on everybody. The Nursery was so quiet and so peaceful... but that quickly changed with the shattering of a window and the bright glow of fire.
A couple of street thugs were quickly smashing up our home. One of them was a Blaze too; his powers were quickly sending fire throughout our entire building! Everybody was up and awake, trying their hardest to reach the fire escapes to get out, but the building was giving out quicker than it should have; the supports and foundation seemed to be rotting away, dropping flaming bits of the building in our paths and on us!
I had a clear shot for the fire escape, but I just couldn't leave without my friends; they were family to me. I did my best to try and move the rubble so my friends could escape with me, but the flames were so alive and feisty that I couldn't get anywhere near them; they lashed out at me and threatened to burn me alive right where I stood. I couldn't even use my powers either; with the foundation crumbling, one misplaced shot would bury us all in a hail of fiery rubble. Having little choice, I bolted for the fire escape; if I couldn't save my friends myself, I could at least get some help...
Once outside, I was confronted with the thugs, who looked as smug as they could be; they wanted us all dead, and they were quite satisfied with their work. Enraged, I took them on with my own power, but was quickly overcome by the Blaze user; his power was immense, as if he had been training for millenniums more than me! He downed me and, taking a gun from his side, ended me with a shot to the head before bolting into the shadows of the night.
That was the second time I died.
What saved me this time? A laboratory cocktail that had long been dormant in my system, known as Taint.
Taint was actually something my father had worked on years before; he was trying to create a tonic of sorts to enhance a soldier's abilities in combat, using a motley assortment of concoctions, even resorting to adding Blood Stitcher's blood to the mix. He had tested on me many times before, but no immediate results were had. In the end, he thought it to be a failure and scrapped the project.
Blood Stitchers worked with blood enough for it to be a catalyst of their own power; the ability to comprehend and use their powers can come from a ritualistic injection of their blood. That shot of Taint gave me the powers of the Taboo branch's Blood Stitchers, and a new soul seemed to follow the power to my own body from the depths of Hell; he goes by the name "Misery" and he's rather... insane, to say the least. He can only show himself if I inflict a deep cut on myself, the freshly-shed blood being his catalyst to appear and fight with.
Even after my revival, I wasn't able to save anybody else in The Nursery; it was simply too late. I still don't know who those thugs were, but they showed me the true face of society as a whole; if you don't go with the flow of everything, the world will be against you no matter what. The powers I gained from that night and the deep agonizing sorrow that follows me from watching my home and family burn right in front of me only strengthen my will to fight, and push me harder to fix this world, one way or another...
Bio for Orion "Neo" Stalingrad
