These two are some of my favorite ocs for a story I’m working on! (The girl being kind of an exception, bc she’s an oc/my sona) Their names are Claira and Aventurine.
In simple terms, they are both a member of a dying species of WereCreature (people that can turn into animals) and they are both similarly gifted in powers.
I’ll put some of Claira’s basic lore and a short story i wrote out under the cut:
Since ancient days, some humans were able to shapeshift into animals.
The reason for this is unknown, but these former humans can only turn into whatever animal is genetically passed down to them. Lions, sharks, parrots, griffins, dragons; any animal can be passed down through generations.
They naturally split off into tribes according to their species, but they often coexisted with other species as well.
WereCreatures were notoriously known for having some form of magic. These powers can also be passed down through genes, but in some cases WereCreatures are simply born with them, even if they come from a long line of non-magic families. Examples of some lesser powers are supernatural strength or the ability to levitate objects.
Element Wielders were the most powerful of WereCreatures and were the only WereCreatures capable of wielding all elements of Earth, as well as some other abilities that were rumored to be very dangerous and destructive. They used these abilities to travel through the multiverse of Earth, as well as time and space.
Humans and WereCreatures lived in harmony for millions of years. At first there was distrust but they quickly figured out that most WereCreatures were very docile, and most wanted to use their powers (if they had any) to help humans.
WereCreatures, specifically the monarchs of their tribes, were very fascinated by human inventions. So those who could often offered or asked powerful members of their tribes to infuse their magic into human tools. Most infused their powers with weapons, because they suspected that Element Wielders (specifically the ones that could travel through multiverses) could be captured and used to attack other dimensions. They wanted the humans to be prepared.
Shortly after a modern era of technology was reached, a great tragedy to the human race provoked war against the WereCreatures. The humans used magic infused weapons that the WereCreatures had graciously given them to cause a multiverse-wide genocide to nearly every species out there.
The newest human leaders declared that WereCreatures were to be no more. Those that were left were to be hunted down.
Much time passed, and humans began to believe the the WereCreatures were truly extinct. But some of them managed to survive.
One of which, was discovered at a young age by a laboratory that was said to only be studying WereCreature fossils by order of the government. But the founder of this laboratory had another agenda.
Claira is an Element Wielder. Her whole life (from 1–11 years) her powers were suppressed and extracted for selfish purposes by humanity. Malnourished and often near death, she was given nothing more than her name, which was given to her by the only human that had ever showed her kindness. But he’s gone, dead simply for seeing her as something more than a monster. Little does she know that within her rests the only element in existence that can repair dimensions…or destroy them.
(1/?)
“How can you be so unskilled….? Surely someone taught you how to defend yourself.”
Claira sat up, wiping blood off her lower lip. This was the 14th time she’s fallen while training, and each time it’s been getting harder and harder to get back up. Her new self-proclaimed teacher, Aventurine, was giving her that strange, confused yet intrigued look that he had giving her when they had first met.
“You really don’t get it, do you?” Claira snapped. “I didn’t get the luxury of living amongst my own kind. I was barely a year old when humans took me. I’m so ‘unskilled’ as you keep saying because I never got the chance to think for myself, let alone learn how to fight.”
Her tail lashed as she scowled at the endless light green void surrounding her on all sides, its vastness somehow felt unsettlingly claustrophobic around her.
A new look crossed Aventurine’s face for a moment—empathy? Guilt? She would usually read his mind to find out, but she was far too tired to do that today. Tonight. How long has she been in here again?
“Three to five hours,” the other member of her kind answered without hesitation. “You’ve been in here since noon.” A pause. “How do I know how to tell time in here? It wasn’t easy at first, but eventually I memorized when the sun rises and falls. If you want I can even make this place look more like what you’re used to, since you feel so claustrophobic here.”
Without waiting for Claira to answer him, the lifeless void they’ve been sparring in rippled into a sunny meadow, lush grass waving in an imaginary breeze.
“Stop. That.” She growled, standing up to pace a few steps to examine their new battlefield.
“Stop what?” Aventurine asked with mock innocence. “Ohh, you mean hearing your thoughts? Probing your mind?
Funny how you don’t like it when i do it, but you don’t seem to be bothered by the fact that you’ve been doing this since we met.”
Claira stopped to stare at Aventurine with wide eyes.
He chuckled. “What, you think i didn’t notice? Psychic Wielders like us are very aware of these things. It is the Element of the Mind, after all.”
Another pause. “Ironically this title is pretty limited to the abilities the Psychic Element has, though. But it was given that title long before Element Wielders figured out they could use it to travel through multiverses.”
“Wait, what?” Claira asked, suddenly very distracted from her recent grudge with Aventurine. “Multiverses?”
“Mm-hmm. Alternate versions of Earth. Almost as numberless as the stars themselves. I figured you’d at least know about them by now, but your lack of knowledge in well, everything, never ceases to impress me.” He grinned at her.
Claira chose to ignore his teasing and sat down, attempting to weave grass between her clawed hands. After a few tries, she remembered that it wasn’t actually there.
“Is this place an alternate dimension too?”
“Yes…..and no. This place is only one of its kind, unlike most dimensions. Usually there is one alternate version of Earth that is the original, the first of its kind. This dimension is surrounded by billions of alternate versions of this single dimension. They all came from the original, and they all relate to it in some way. But this place is very unique because it not only lifeless, has no alternate versions of itself, and it can be altered by Psychic Wielders to change its appearance.”
As he spoke, the landscape around them changed back to the way it looked before, light green and vast in all directions.
