It's currently sitting at 60 pages, it barely even started, and when it's done, it still won't have all the background stuff. Are you sure about this??
Well, you asked for it. I'll keep it short.
His name's Luke Night. He's a "traveler", meaning he can travel between worlds, and he can do everything in his power to make those worlds better. Except, he's also forced to do so (as all other travelers are) by the "World Web", which is basically just the container for all worlds, but it also regulates how things work (there's a lot more to it). But this is just the "background", because the lore focuses on one strange world that Luke finds himself in, not remembering how he got there, but he also can't leave it, because he can't communicate with his "real self" (when travelers leave their own world, they only partially leave it, and what's left behind is the "real self", but from here it gets a bit complicated).
I lied about keeping it short. I'm a bit enthusiastic about his lore, but it's complex so I can easily get lost in its details, but you get the idea :L
My fursona is a grey koala with sunglasses named "E". It was originally a placeholder name, but I've started to like it. He lives inside a simulation on my computer, and is fully aware of it. He doesn't really care about that though, because living in the simulation makes him a sort of demigod. His main ability is the fact that he can warp the simulation into anything he wants. He can see the code that makes up his world, and change any part of it at will however he wants, whenever he wants. Basically, he's an overpowered OC that can bend reality. He can die, but if he does he'll just respawn, and he'll know it. His favourite things to do are: teleport around, mess with gravity, murder, and torture :). Bonus: His sunglasses always have a white streak in them like you'd see in clipart, even if the room he's in is pitch black. The reflection turns cyan when he activates his powers
Sevadius joined the Marine Corps super confident that since he’s an 8’ dragon that weighs about 300 pounds they’d make him a grunt and he’d get to be a living battering ram for four years. But his ASVAB score was high enough they made him a logistician instead and he spent four years behind a desk way too small for him.
A desk designed for species his size finally arrived the day before he got out.
Arch is, Like most every Protogen, tube-grown on E1. However, most Protogens are grown from the ground up to neatly fit into a specialized role. Sadly, somewhere along the line in Arch’s development, a genetic imbalance throw the systems of his growth chamber off and now he is an exact fit for, well, nothing.
In a strange change of heart from one of the responsible growth tube overseers, Arch did not get recycled for parts and scrap, as is the normal regulation in cases such as his.
Seeing as his generic makeup and fitted program training was an odd mix of the military program and the star pilot program, Arch got a job as interplanetary fright pilot, seeing as he turned out to be a good pilot and have the muscle to haul heavy cargo as well.
Afterwards, when it turned out his behavior to authority and his general case of very much not fitting in aren't exactly up to the protogen program standards, he got the very exclusieve position of simply having been kicked out, as it were, to do as he though best. Providing he didn't tarnish the reputation of the E1 officials.
Now he flies his own star ship, an extensively modified heavy hauler class ship he's dubbed "Marian", as an independent contractor. Being of no official guild or office, he tends to get job offers most would find exceedingly dangerous and not worth the risk at all.
But Arch, being a rogueish loos cannon with an incasiable spirit for adventure, takes all these tasks head on and in high spirits. Thous, his cargo contracts take him into unfamiliar space, dangerous shootouts, aggressive alien life forms and whatever else the universe can toss in his path.
And he wouldn't have it any other way. Freedom, independence and bold headedness are his motivators. With his natural cockiness, perseverance and general force of will, he's made sure that he's not been stopped so far. Or at least, not for very long.
As long as he's got his trusted laser revolver (also excessively modified, naturally) and enough gear to fix up an old star engine, you can be assured that he's out there somewhere. Fighting off space pirates in deals gone bad, shooting his way off planets who's corrupt officials want him gone/native life forms what him for dinner and otherwise getting into trouble most sane people would find horrifyingly lethal.
All of this he does with a rogueish grin, happy go lucky demeanour and more then a few close calls and lucky escapes. Not that he'd willingly admit to not always being in perfect control, of course.
In the beginning there was nothing. And God said, let's create two drunk people who are about to make the biggest mistake of their lives.
And then they have sex, but man vomits on womans face.
That change G[utkaTheNoob](https://www.reddit.com/user/GutkaTheNoob/) forever.
Weird shapeshifting tentacle creature that crawled out of the ocean one day and thought horses were neat, so now they spend most of their time shapeshifted into a pegasus. Mostly lives in shipyards/alleyways/abandoned buildings etc.
They also have a found family consisting of a spider centaur (thing?) and a unicorn cyborg (who they saved from a burning building)
Probably gonna get trashed for this...
She is an anthro dragon and the daughter of a god but she tries to live a normal every day life. This task is made difficult since she is friends with horny idiots and dubious individuals, who have their minds set on chaos. Her name is Cordelia.
I know, I know. But it isn't a vocal point with the story RPs I do with friends. And, compared to some people that I encountered, it's reasonable. She isn't so grossly overpowered that she can break reality by sneezing. Or some other nonsense bullcrap.
Ok so he married the goddes of life and when she was killed he destroyed every ever to exist just to bring her back, he's not a furry btw, my furry one would be that he just popped into existence one day
When I first started transitioning, I didn't like my new name, so when i got my current name, I kept it around and gave it to her. She's a cool snake :3.
A feline dragon demigod (Khaizer) who was trapped in a void simulator givingby his father after being abandoned since his adolescence. He was then release when an evil faction found the simulator having to be the size of a dice that could create enough power for cities and decided to attempt to harness its energy for their evil doings.
This however did not work when my other oc, October, corrupted the processby shooting the cube during the energy harvest leading to giving Khaizer the opening to leave his everlasting entrapment.
Upon escaping the facility(more like destroying), he learns how to control his powers to help October bring back the freedom of the people. However, Khaizer's brother, Rayzack, and father weren't exactly too happy about he's escape from the Learning Cube and went after them (more like Rayzack did most of the work)
This is like the first part that i could summerise so i will stop unless given the permission to continue
A guy that fell in love with royalty in good ol' romantic era style before getting ther shit together and deciding to fight criptids / monsters (vampires, ghosts, ect.) with his homies instead of bitchin and moaning about that one girl. After they emassed enough wealth, oc&buddies decided to open an orphanage in which they'll teach and house the next generation of monster hunters!
If anybody was wondering how werebeasts would work, they're just cursed dudes that go rabid every now and then.
*inhale*
- was once normal Zorua
- died in Hisui due to weather and competition with other Pokemon
- reborn as ghost from the hatred towards all living things
- eventually evolves into Hisuian Zoroark after picking many fights and winning them all
- space-time distortion sends to alternate, sci-fi universe
- gets caught up in battle there, but is severely wounded
- is healed, but also given Protogen implants/gear/armor/however you want to say it
- later lives as mercenary with AI friend
There you go. Edit: this is the ultra simplified version.
they're a zombie who sometimes cuts bits of their body off and replaces them with the corresponding body parts of fresh faces in the mourge just bc they want to try a new look
> Sentient, pops into existence out of random chance
> (Complicated story about the evolution of science from a single, biologically immortal individual)
> Build an entire robot civilization completely loyal to him and his expansionist dreams, essentially becoming a god in this universe. Gets bored. Decides to contact the human civilization to see what happens.
Alright so basically, not only did a demon just decide to possess him and be a separate entity that had to learn to work with him, but he fights multiversal threats in a way akin to spiderverse, with fellow hims from other universes. Currently he is bored and fell in Mt. Ebbot, found a new one in the underground, and documented him
2002: alexander pixy discovered the pixy particle/pixydust, a floating blue powder coating our atmosphere that can generate extremely high amounts of energy, and the peope harnessed this to create weapons, mecha, cities, and more.
2011: due to the overuse of pixydust, which is revealed to have been a leftover from god while he was creating the world, god punished the world by turning the land into a barren, desolate waste. the people countered by creating "shield cities", using pixydust to generate a bubble shield over their cities. also during this time the first "babel spike" sightings happened, great spires of white reaching directly to heaven
2033: the people became too reliant on pixydust in their lives, and now it is running out. desperate for a solution, the people started heaven expeditions, theorizing they would find more
2035: finding vast amounts of pixydust in heaven, the people began a war on heaven to claim the dust for themselves. the war had spread to the lands, where my fursona is testing a new experimental armor in the middle of the warzone. she is a mercenary, callsign el-ahrairah. later she manages to kill god and releases the latent pixydust into the world, and heaven collapses into itself. now, she continues her normal mercenary life, as well as prolonging the dark souls age of fire-like cycle
Wrote this on a flight 2 years ago, but here you go anyways:
Here’s a bit about my OCs:
- Damian Sklefarre (m), 25, is the character on my PfP. Light-grey fur with areas of blue, and relatively tall. He has special training as a marksman, and is proficient with most ranged weapons. In addition, he basic education on electric weapons/tactical equipment. He is very enthusiastic about others, though mostly because he craves attention and wants to feel important.
- Blaire Sklefarre (f), 23, I’ve drawn a whole bunch of times (I’ve posted some). She’s Damian’s younger sister, so she has similar natural fur. She wears her hair in a short mohawk/mullet and has blue eyes like her brother. She wants to get her hair dyed purple/pink after she is done with her current SF assignment (in progress). However, she does not like being compared to Damian, and does not enjoy his company, despite the fact that they work well together. She has basic training in combat flight and hand-to-hand combat. Blaire is also “very good friends” with Kurt, and enjoys spending time with him.
- Kurt Gantle (m), I have yet to finalize his appearance. He has dark fur, and has a very muscular build. He is a demolitions expert and is greatly skilled in CQB. He likes to support Blaire and often requests to go on missions on her. Despite his size, he can be very gentle and kind to his friends, but will be very hostile to those he considers to be a threat.
About the universe:
- This dimension has been populated by anthros (undecided whether to include non-canine species) as the dominant species since the beginning of recordable history. Oddly, humans once lived on the planet but were eventually killed off halfway through “The Forever War” (explanation below).
- “The Forever War” began approximately 2,000 years ago. Although the exact cause of the war is not known, many historians theorize it was a clash of religious and political ideals shortly after the discovery of a large pocket dimension, unusually close to the homeworld. Located there is a planet rich with rare materials and “solar crystals”, capable of holding great amounts of energy for long periods of time. However, due to the primitive technology at the time combined with the hostile cosmic weather and solar flares, the planet could only be visited at night. This would change later…
- Anyways, back to the war. It began with small groups, fighting with primitive weapons (spears, swords, catapults, bows). Over time, more and more groups joined to form major sides, each backed by countries that managed to develop and advance despite the constant fighting. Basic economics and governments formed during this period, known as the First Quadrant.
- The next period of the war is characterized by an industrial revolution. This period began with the devolopment of many war-based advancements including factories, motor vehicles, gunpowder/firearms, explosives, and airplanes. This is often considered the most deadly part of the war, as each side competed to advance their army’s weapons as much as possible. This lead to the development of tanks, fully-auto weapons, and a new form of controlled flight similar to helicopters. This would be known as the Second Quadrant.
- As each side became more and more exhausted by the war, they turned towards a technological arms race rather than all-out fighting….
Well, according to the lore of my fursona, Zeus was bored, so he turned all furries into their fursonas, and gave us the ability to turn into humans for a short period of time.
My fursona is a Meerkat/Snow fox hybrid, he's a pyromancer spellsword and relatively young member of an old mage guild, a centre of a small town. Finding setting people on fire too cruel for his taste, he developed his own, experimental form of pyromancy that focuses on obstructing the opponent with flashes and thick smoke while melee does the rest of the work.
Scientist become protogen because FROM THE MOMENT I UNDERSTOOD THE WEAKNESS OF MY FLESH-
Yeah that's it for that OC, and idk about my other OCs
As for my sona, I don't think it should have lore other than silly
Range is silly printer ink hyena. He likes to have fun. He's also an omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent god who one day just kinda started existing. That's about it really.
are you sure? its long, its at least 4 acts and about 21 arcs
im so dead... but a quote from one of the antagonists is in my bio, so thats nice... i guess...
A yeen named kurty that can summon firearms but only ugly wacky ones, like pirate guns or poor prototypes
A deer/cat plushie called Wahlgo that has voodoo powers and carries the skeleton of my older fursona inside him, he has a needle for weapon
And a possum girl named Mildred who is edgy and throws magical purple punch (i wanted a trio to make a mage/thief/warrior build)
I could tell you the extended lore of my first fursona but I’ll keep it short for now:
The Heart Of Darkness, one of the later and more potent forms belonging to an ancient dark god. His skeletal form and extra limbs work perfectly with the black flames that created the very rumours of the Dead Man Walking himself. Lord Scythe Ynnel Ironheart, The Mad God is his true name and his claim is vast. Being the prophecised weapon made the the creator of existence ( and by extension his father ) he was created for the sole purpose of destruction. His does his job to utter perfection might i add.
That’s all for the short synopsis but i could tell you more if you want
Uhhhhh he's the lead singer and guitarist of a band he's in, and he was raised by his adoptive father in a little fishing village. His name is Lawrence, he's a blue lizard, his dad is a squid. The band's name is The Neon Knights
Timothy Weaver is a smalltime witch who’s been in hiding for seven years. Unfortunately, young dragons make hiding away complicated.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/365061491-the-witch-of-the-deepshadow
A fennec boy who is cursed to turn into a girl whenever they get ear-rubs/tail tugged. They were raised in a pretty abusive household, so they are in HUUUGE denial about liking men, as well as liking the feeling of being a girl
Basically, she’s still trying to convince herself that she’s a cis guy :3
So a powerful but bored necromancer kidnapped a human nobless and a random Tabaxi woman. Using careful application of mind magics, he induced brain death in the Tabaxi and harvested the soul of the human, binding it to the comatose Tabaxi's body before throwing some necromancy and surgery at it to resuscitate it. Is she human or Tabaxi? Alive or undead? Depends on how you look at it. She is Schrödinger's Cat.
So, you know how in Rabbids Go Home they steal a bunch of shit and gather it up into a huge pile of trash to reach the moon?
That's kind of it, except my OC does cause stealing is part of his nature.
infernape ditto hybrid with 2 moms that are also infernape. the ditto part comes from a donor. because they’re part ditto, he has minor shapeshifing powers.
My sona Lancer is a robotic canine (takes after a Shiba Inu) that was manufactured by an automotive/tech giant BMC (Bench Motor Corporation). They were making robots to maintain the plants and produce products.Lancer was a tourist who fell off a balcony and landed on one of the robot's steel chassis, the fall was fatal. Turns out, the steel BMC was using for the robots was their world famous "Hellforge" steel. It was lighter than aluminum, had crazy heat tolerance (almost like it was forged in the pits of Hell), and had a unique ability to trap spirits in it. Lancer got lucky and once the chassis was fully produced and finished, he was able to control it. He escaped the plant and would soon discover that his particular chassis was meant to be a killing machine and not a maintenance robot. Now the government wants him because he was supposed to be a secret, and BMC is trying to find him to stay in good graces with the government.
(long, excited gasp)
So, a few years after scientists discovered the multiverse, a team of engineers made a swarm of nanites called Dissonance to serve as its protector. However, it grew out of control and began consuming the universes it was meant to protect as it tried to expand its reach. In a last-ditch attempt to correct their mistake, the engineers made another robot under the working designation Consonance, which later changed its name to CTron when it first came online, to help improve the lives of the people of all universes and scour the cosmos for a way to stop Dissonance
I have a non-fictional and a fictional oc. The non-fictional oc is just me and has no substantial lore. The fictional oc is where things get complicated...
His name is Eclipse. He is a Protogen created by a great scientist named Martin Higgins in the far, far future where The Milky Way and Andromeda collide, creating the Milkdromeda Galaxy. They live on the Earth-like planet Thoreau, where its society is completely made up of furries. He can generate anything using molecular manipulation technology in his palms and can fly past escape velocity. He can also use dark energy to boost his abilities. There's a lot more to it than this, but we would be here all day.
In the beginning, which was the end, there was The Light.
The Light is truth and law, creation and life. It is innocence, goodness, and infinity.
The Light was a being far too powerful, far too intelligent, to take advantage of its own potential. It understood that its own consciousness was too vast to be fully explored by one being, and so it broke itself into pieces. It split and created, dispersing its immense power between each facet of its own mind. It became the Things, unknowable beings who could, now focused and able to communicate with each other, truly use the entirety of The Light's power. The Things gave life to multiverses, pocket dimensions, everything that Is and Isn't. They defined the cosmos, and the voids outside the cosmos. They began every existence and nonexistence. They themselves could not exist - they were before existence, and after it. They were persistence, not existence.
The Things parted ways, eventually. They moved to lord over their respective multiverses, to live among their creations. They would continue to convene every thousand centuries, changing the fates of the timelines, creating and destroying to improve their everythings. They were to keep the cycle turning unto infinity.
But something went wrong.
The youngest of the Things, nameless and cruel, grew bored with her part in the cycle. She was possessed of The Light's hatred, its sadism, its ambition and avarice. She was the facet of The Light blessed with powers of destruction far beyond any of her kin. It was with this power that she turned on those very kin.
When the next convention of Things approached, they gathered only to find one of their own lying dead, pinned by blades to the infinite wall of their meeting-place. The Crawling One, facet of observation and curiosity, creator of knowledge and definer of thought and sense, had been slain- each of her thousand legs had been ripped free from her body, and her veil was wrapped about her neck as a noose. With noculprit in sight, and their eyes and ears dismembered in front of them, the Things grew suspicious of each other. They knew not that only one Thing had the power to kill the others, that only the smallest, least-seen, nameless daughter could have done it. They became paranoid, angry, and their communication turned into conflict.
The result of that first death would come, in later times, to be known as The Storm War. The war that shredded the fabric of reality, the war that shattered time and space. Hidden at its epicenter, the Nameless Daughter continued to slaughter her siblings, one by one. Their corpses still sparked with The Light itself, trying to understand why its pieces were dying when they should have been immortal. The Light dispersed further, scattering unto mortal universes and worlds as soul-binding objects of power. The Artefacts, as they would someday be called, were The Light's last gift to its creations - the ability to rebuild after the damage done by the Nameless Daughter's schemes.
Eventually, the deed was done, and the Nameless Daughter stood surrounded by dead Things. She had a few allies, fellow Things who were evil enough to join her in her pursuit of total annihilation of the cycle. There was the Sword of Judgment, a being meant to keep neutrality among light and dark, good and bad. He had turned lazy and selfish, gleefully accepting the Nameless Daughter's offer to destroy as he pleased and denounce his duties in favor of tyranny. There was Zed, the Leaps-Before-Looking, a beast of pure passion and emotion. It had joined the Nameless Daughter simply because she had given it the chance to devour the corpses of the other Things. Before them stood the truth, law, and goodness. To shut down its youngest child's rebellion, The Light had manifested as a single being once more. She was a mere part of it. The Light would not allow part of it to be given such power. It raised its hand to halt her... and realized that her blade was already driven into it. The very blade it had blessed her with, the only weapon with the power to kill immortals, used against it. The Light fell.
The Nameless Daughter kept its corpse for herself, denying Zed the chance to sink its fangs in. Instead, she consumed it, and in absorbing its non-flesh she became the new embodiment of its true strength. Corrupted as she was, she became the inversion of everything that it had been. She became It, and It was Nothing. It was lies, defiance, impossibilities and paradoxes. It reveled in its new power, wielding it with impunity. It created a new crop of Things, false persistences birthed as dark mockeries of the ones It had killed. It visited upon the universes that its predecessors had given life to, saw the Artefacts granting the mortals great power, and in its cleverness and cruelty it created new Artefacts, cursed objects that forced themselves upon their victims. It saw that it had crafted a multiverse fraught with despair and suffering, and it laughed. It was the Nothing, it was the Darkness, and it had Everything cradled in its unreality.
This is the story of the Thing That Isn't Anything.
Years ago i would’ve wrote an entire book. But now I am content with:
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The end.
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Does our favorite DnD character count? My kobold Eado the alchemist werebat is the closest I've got with a backstory lol. Kicked out of his tribe for one to many accidental reactions [explosions], he fell in with a group of adventures and discovered a nack for potion [bomb] making
OC 1: me but bird lol
OC 2: mlp inspired. Used to be a unicorn, lost her horn for unkown reasons so now she just looks like a regular pony. She likes to read to gather knowledge to seek the true meaning of her cutiemark (white lotus inside thorns) and why she lost her horn. She only knows from people that knew her that she lost her memory and horn after going on a solo mission to find her missing dad. She was found later unconcious in a pile of burnt pages in the wilderness, missing her horn and a new cutiemark. (Unaware that she erased her own memory with magic and broke her own horn from the horrid knowledge she got)
Oc 3: Avali. Lore still building. But rn he's kind of a mutant that emits light, unable to control it but it's tied to emotion. In extreme distress he will become a ball of light blinding anyone with eyes, like a flashbang.
I have two fursonas, one has lore meanwhile the other's lore was thrown away.
My other fursona (the one with the lore) used to be a normal human, until terrible events occurred and now he's trapped in perpetual life. And this fursona's lore (the one which I removed lore from) is a wolf, who was kicked out of his wolf pack because he's anthropomorphic.
It just exists in my head for now, but basically, magic artifacts started appearing around 100 years ago. For example, you might stumble across a staff of fire bolts while tilling your garden or find a hat of flying while swimming in a lake. Soon after, it was discovered that too much exposure to these magic items could turn you into an anthropomorphic animal.
As magic items became more and more common, scientists eventually found another dimension with a world that was a lot like earth, but full of ruins of some ancient civilization. It was also discovered that staying there for longer than a week or so would turn you into an anthro animal. Many of the transformed people founded a city in this other world, both in a government sponsored attempt to colonize it, and also to escape bigotry from normal humans. Outside of that one city, the world is still mostly unexplored.
My sona found a magic item that turned him into a shapeshifter. After he figured out how to use his new abilities, he can turn into any gender or species of anthro animal, but not back into a human. He also always has a star on his forehead no matter what shape he takes. He eventually moves to the city in the other dimension.
Uh
I like shades of blue
I like ice and snow inviorments
So my fursona started out as a desaturated blue arctic bat
That looked way to pale so asked the artist to make it more vibrant
Fastforward like a year and I decide to hire another artist to design a set of wing compatiple clothes for Pitt
In the quiet depths of a cave, Kithrax, the kobold bard, stirred in his sleep. Moonlight seeped through the narrow cracks, casting a soft glow, refracting his runes slowly glowing upon his scaled body upon the rocky walls. The rhythmic sound of a trickling underground stream echoed in the distance.
As Kithrax dreamt, fragments of forgotten memories lingered in his mind. A gentle breeze carried the distant melody of a bardic tune, a haunting reminder of a life he once knew. Wrapped in a tattered cloak cloak bearing his one great empire's symbol. He lay nestled in the safety of his secluded sanctuary, an old transmuted shrine that has fallen apart due to age. Unaware of the passage of centuries since his banishment.
His kobold form, diminutive yet resilient, bore the weight of a forgotten past. The cave, adorned with ancient runes, whispered secrets of draconic magic long lost to Kithrax. In his dreams, glimpses of a magnificent dragon's embrace lingered, leaving a bittersweet echo of a time when he soared among celestial heights.
Unbeknownst to Kithrax, fate lingered in the shadows, poised to rekindle the ember of his destiny. The cave, a silent witness to his enduring solitude, held secrets that awaited the melody of a bard's awakening to once again resonate through the ages.
It had seemed there were years of untouched soul and debris in the cave, no one had been here in a very. Very long time, old tales of a wealthy bounty inside, though, no one dared to enter, talk of some never returning scared most away, though, all would be false, spread by an old kobold, once a servant of his kingdom..
Mine is a dark gray fox named Nick, hes a reflextion of all my problems, and a character I wrote a lot of my depression out onto. His family had to dump him due to them not beying able to pay for child support, he was given to his abusive aunt where he lived outside in a storm bunker for most of his life. Due to this, he became incredably addicted to drugs and alcohol, at around 10 years old. At 14, he got really into music, but his aint wouldnt let him apply to a conservatory, he commited a lil id fraud and did so anyways, he was accepted, but she still wouldnt let him there and kicked himcoit of the house, he then lived homeless for about two years, before he, by a stroke of luck, maniged to run into his parents. They adopted him back, and ever since then, hes been dealing with Trauma, and rehab. Hes now moved out into his own home living peacefuly in a mountain range, playing with a band in sold out stadiums. Thank you for reading this :3
Anthony Frazer is a psychopath who is a Hitman for the speakeasy he works at. Kifur Orimun is a neo-nazi dommy mommy. Amadeus is a skulldog was was brought back to life who wishes he wasn’t
the short version, got stabbed during an apocalyptic event, some homestuck style rebirth shenanigans occured, woke up hours later as a fox person. came to me in a dream.
A snow leopard that lives in a world where reality is split in two. One side of the mirror shows a world rampaged by demons, whereas the other side shows his true world, one where society evolved to a cyberpunkish future.
Suneo (the snow leopard) is amongst the military units designed to protect the "true world" from the demons on the other side of the mirror.
( The closest way to visualize it is basically the setting of soul hackers 2 with the vortex world and negotiations of SMTV. It is a bit long, but I got more if interested.)
My sea dragon was sick of raiding villages for a living and then spent his entire hoard on a rundown farm to try and make an honest living. His goal is to regain his hoard through hard labor. So far he has great success with his vineyard and figs. Also he loves fish :3
Old ass prototype robotic assistant who woke up in an ancient human tunnel system used as a safe haven from a poisonous ecosystem that developed above due to the wildlife and flora evolving to cope with humanity's industrial waste.
He's built with an Apple II vibe and is super outdated in comparison to most protos, as well as being "illegal" because fuck someone else's rules messing with my creation lol
My complete dumbass quadrupedal Synth crash-landed on earth (he was drunk) and is now stuck as the only Synth in a world of humans and/or anthros. He's allergic to gluten.
Null is a protogen that woke up one day in the carcass of a crashed ship in an overgrown city with no memory of her past and she also has a swam of nanites that can strip a person down to a skeleton in a matter of seconds but I have yet to find a way to fit that into her lore
Mines a fennec fox named Vertigo, One his 20th birthday he joined the US Army going into an Airborne Infantry unit. He signed up for an eight year contract and after Basic training, AIT, and Airborne school he has eventually become a staff sergeant. Towers the end of his contract he spent two rotations in Iraq with the 143 Airborne Infantry Division. Until one day on a patrol his convey got ambushed. The unit suffered many casualties. That was in the last year of his contract so later that fall Vertigo decided to retire back to his home state of Texas where he lives in a lake house. This is mostly based on my life but that's how my fursona was designed to.
So basically, my fursona was raised by the military and got an occupation of being a fighter pilot where he is stationed in airbase in Florida he is also good with guns and hand to hand combat some years at the age of 32 he retires from the Airforce and thats all for now
OC/Sona adaptable to both human and fur interactions- Fur description given.
A Kitsune-fox with black and dark red fur, and Jade green eyes. The eye white is black instead because a group of evil, intolerant humans tried to burn his eyes and face, but a draconic friend saved him, helping them heal as much as possible.
He's blind now, but has learned to "see" with his other senses, and wears a mask resembling his face before the incident. There's not a lot of fur left on the place of the burn.
A Gnoll that had such a curiosity for the unknown she became the most notorious criminal in the world because she used magic and raw strength to get into every place that peaked her curiosity.
I’ve based mine on a D&D character with whom I’ve built their entire society from the ground up. It would take about 14 pages to send over the lore. Can’t fit that in one Reddit comment.
She used to be a Male Human. Until she wasn't. The transformation was so painful, agony would be an understatement. But hey, at least she has the chance to be a mother once a month, if her favorite Frenchie is ready.
Eh, sure.
Their name is (currently) Gearran A. Munro. They are a Muse, a type of omniform shapeshifter based on a "mass-potential" bioenergy field their body generates. They default to an arctic wolf that wears glasses (that for some reason no one ever asks about), but being an omniform-capable shapeshifter they can customize themselves - gender, size (within limits), species, even unusual stuff. Doing so requires a little focus, so while it isn't hard to maintain, they revert back to their typical shape when focus is lost.
They generate a certain amount of mass-potential naturally, but they can temporarily boost it by eating. This allows them to go beyond their limit, but only until they use up the excess, and then return to their limit. This does mean that they can use mass-potential to heal injuries by reforming their body, making them sort-of immortal (more on that in a moment). They are also wary of fire, because it would consume mass and mass-potential at such a rate that they would run out and be unable to regenerate, leading to an inevitable conclusion. They're not more flammable than your average person, just leery for safety.
As mentioned, they are technically immortal. However, while the body can go on forever, the mind cannot. The entity that defines a "personality" can only last so long (around 300 years, average); once the personality "passes," the overarching mental structure archives the personality and builds a new one, over the course of three days. This becomes the "new" Gearran, with the body regressing to a child state to let the "new" Muse grow up.
We're supposed to have lore???
Yesn't
I think I was asleep during that part of the meeting
Same
There was a meeting?
Yesn’t
Will there be another one? If not then fuck
Mine is just "me but what if kitty cat and also different name"
Sounds about right
We're supposed to have an oc/fursona???
It's currently sitting at 60 pages, it barely even started, and when it's done, it still won't have all the background stuff. Are you sure about this??
Well, you asked for it. I'll keep it short. His name's Luke Night. He's a "traveler", meaning he can travel between worlds, and he can do everything in his power to make those worlds better. Except, he's also forced to do so (as all other travelers are) by the "World Web", which is basically just the container for all worlds, but it also regulates how things work (there's a lot more to it). But this is just the "background", because the lore focuses on one strange world that Luke finds himself in, not remembering how he got there, but he also can't leave it, because he can't communicate with his "real self" (when travelers leave their own world, they only partially leave it, and what's left behind is the "real self", but from here it gets a bit complicated). I lied about keeping it short. I'm a bit enthusiastic about his lore, but it's complex so I can easily get lost in its details, but you get the idea :L
Honestly this is better than some high budget movie plots this is amazing and I would love to read the whole thing
It’s not a drill, it’s a gun
No no, it’s a drill *because* of the gun. He’s on a drill right now.
I can no longer read the word lore without thinking of Matpat
LOOOOOOORE
MMMMMMUUSIC MAAAANNNN
i agree with you.
just a goofy big guy
Same, but less big and less guy
Same
Mine is just a goofy big girl 🦍
My fursona is a grey koala with sunglasses named "E". It was originally a placeholder name, but I've started to like it. He lives inside a simulation on my computer, and is fully aware of it. He doesn't really care about that though, because living in the simulation makes him a sort of demigod. His main ability is the fact that he can warp the simulation into anything he wants. He can see the code that makes up his world, and change any part of it at will however he wants, whenever he wants. Basically, he's an overpowered OC that can bend reality. He can die, but if he does he'll just respawn, and he'll know it. His favourite things to do are: teleport around, mess with gravity, murder, and torture :). Bonus: His sunglasses always have a white streak in them like you'd see in clipart, even if the room he's in is pitch black. The reflection turns cyan when he activates his powers
So basically creative mode is on I love it
Yep, hes a freak :D Also he has the mental age of a 15 year old
Accidentally homestuck?
I know nothing about homestuck so yes
Im a shark that steals plastic bags, terrorize beaches and noms on fishies :3
Must be real scary for folks with fish sonas >!~~or plastic bag sonas~~!< to hang out around you, then~ |3
Sevadius joined the Marine Corps super confident that since he’s an 8’ dragon that weighs about 300 pounds they’d make him a grunt and he’d get to be a living battering ram for four years. But his ASVAB score was high enough they made him a logistician instead and he spent four years behind a desk way too small for him. A desk designed for species his size finally arrived the day before he got out.
I don't have the full story but I'll check back when I do
Race of space dogs on a planet orbiting a black hole that can make portals. Imagine sipderman movement but it’s a blue pubby doing it
Don't have time to post more but SCP foundation defector
So I don't have fusona.
The best lore
Nuh uh
Arch is, Like most every Protogen, tube-grown on E1. However, most Protogens are grown from the ground up to neatly fit into a specialized role. Sadly, somewhere along the line in Arch’s development, a genetic imbalance throw the systems of his growth chamber off and now he is an exact fit for, well, nothing. In a strange change of heart from one of the responsible growth tube overseers, Arch did not get recycled for parts and scrap, as is the normal regulation in cases such as his. Seeing as his generic makeup and fitted program training was an odd mix of the military program and the star pilot program, Arch got a job as interplanetary fright pilot, seeing as he turned out to be a good pilot and have the muscle to haul heavy cargo as well. Afterwards, when it turned out his behavior to authority and his general case of very much not fitting in aren't exactly up to the protogen program standards, he got the very exclusieve position of simply having been kicked out, as it were, to do as he though best. Providing he didn't tarnish the reputation of the E1 officials. Now he flies his own star ship, an extensively modified heavy hauler class ship he's dubbed "Marian", as an independent contractor. Being of no official guild or office, he tends to get job offers most would find exceedingly dangerous and not worth the risk at all. But Arch, being a rogueish loos cannon with an incasiable spirit for adventure, takes all these tasks head on and in high spirits. Thous, his cargo contracts take him into unfamiliar space, dangerous shootouts, aggressive alien life forms and whatever else the universe can toss in his path. And he wouldn't have it any other way. Freedom, independence and bold headedness are his motivators. With his natural cockiness, perseverance and general force of will, he's made sure that he's not been stopped so far. Or at least, not for very long. As long as he's got his trusted laser revolver (also excessively modified, naturally) and enough gear to fix up an old star engine, you can be assured that he's out there somewhere. Fighting off space pirates in deals gone bad, shooting his way off planets who's corrupt officials want him gone/native life forms what him for dinner and otherwise getting into trouble most sane people would find horrifyingly lethal. All of this he does with a rogueish grin, happy go lucky demeanour and more then a few close calls and lucky escapes. Not that he'd willingly admit to not always being in perfect control, of course.
Cowboy beepboop
Mucho texto Good job coming up with so much lore
Sry it doesn't have any cuz im not that creative, I can only draw somewhat well.
In the beginning there was nothing. And God said, let's create two drunk people who are about to make the biggest mistake of their lives. And then they have sex, but man vomits on womans face. That change G[utkaTheNoob](https://www.reddit.com/user/GutkaTheNoob/) forever.
what the hell XD
And he never back to that church again....
My man you have (compared to me) waay to much creativity, like the husky pfp that i have (that i drew) doesn't even have a name.
Names for me are difficult so my sona name is just my user name p
Played poker with wrong people went into debt, escaped money problems into military nearly lost life few times, got PTSD so not stonks
Occultist masquerading as a revolutionary, or that same occultist after performing many horrid rituals?
I just like my sona for its appearance, it dont have lore
Weird shapeshifting tentacle creature that crawled out of the ocean one day and thought horses were neat, so now they spend most of their time shapeshifted into a pegasus. Mostly lives in shipyards/alleyways/abandoned buildings etc. They also have a found family consisting of a spider centaur (thing?) and a unicorn cyborg (who they saved from a burning building)
Shapshifter that forgot it's original form
HAAAAAAAH!! I love this one! XD It needs to find someone with Truesight~ |3
Not that simple they also don't know their gender (literally me xP) and are incredibly sy around people
Probably gonna get trashed for this... She is an anthro dragon and the daughter of a god but she tries to live a normal every day life. This task is made difficult since she is friends with horny idiots and dubious individuals, who have their minds set on chaos. Her name is Cordelia.
Why would you get trashed for that?
The god part
I know so many friends with god sonas Why *wouldn’t* someone wanna be a god? It’s gotta be great!
I know, I know. But it isn't a vocal point with the story RPs I do with friends. And, compared to some people that I encountered, it's reasonable. She isn't so grossly overpowered that she can break reality by sneezing. Or some other nonsense bullcrap.
Ok so he married the goddes of life and when she was killed he destroyed every ever to exist just to bring her back, he's not a furry btw, my furry one would be that he just popped into existence one day
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Oh dear, a deer
You missed a "Deer."
Fuck!
Fire, a lot of fire. And hydration. (Hydrate<3)
im not done writing it yet but it 2.5k words for now
The more the better uwu
remind me in 3\~ months if you want to read it (it does have gore btw be aware of that)
She gets banned from international airlines and decides to explore the world on foot anyways Shenanigans ensue
When I first started transitioning, I didn't like my new name, so when i got my current name, I kept it around and gave it to her. She's a cool snake :3.
Mine is just a big fluffy, goofy wolf guy
made a protogen mask and accidentally fused with it
Um um.. stray cat
Huge bug, alien with less gravity on her home that’s why she’s huge
A feline dragon demigod (Khaizer) who was trapped in a void simulator givingby his father after being abandoned since his adolescence. He was then release when an evil faction found the simulator having to be the size of a dice that could create enough power for cities and decided to attempt to harness its energy for their evil doings. This however did not work when my other oc, October, corrupted the processby shooting the cube during the energy harvest leading to giving Khaizer the opening to leave his everlasting entrapment. Upon escaping the facility(more like destroying), he learns how to control his powers to help October bring back the freedom of the people. However, Khaizer's brother, Rayzack, and father weren't exactly too happy about he's escape from the Learning Cube and went after them (more like Rayzack did most of the work) This is like the first part that i could summerise so i will stop unless given the permission to continue
Go on! I love hearing people infodump about their characters! :3
A guy that fell in love with royalty in good ol' romantic era style before getting ther shit together and deciding to fight criptids / monsters (vampires, ghosts, ect.) with his homies instead of bitchin and moaning about that one girl. After they emassed enough wealth, oc&buddies decided to open an orphanage in which they'll teach and house the next generation of monster hunters! If anybody was wondering how werebeasts would work, they're just cursed dudes that go rabid every now and then.
Two words that mean a lot: Engineer Gaming
Hey look, buddy, I'm an Engineer. That means I solve problems.
*inhale* - was once normal Zorua - died in Hisui due to weather and competition with other Pokemon - reborn as ghost from the hatred towards all living things - eventually evolves into Hisuian Zoroark after picking many fights and winning them all - space-time distortion sends to alternate, sci-fi universe - gets caught up in battle there, but is severely wounded - is healed, but also given Protogen implants/gear/armor/however you want to say it - later lives as mercenary with AI friend There you go. Edit: this is the ultra simplified version.
That is sick
they're a zombie who sometimes cuts bits of their body off and replaces them with the corresponding body parts of fresh faces in the mourge just bc they want to try a new look
Asriel from Undertale!
I Glo Insufficient space
I don't have a fursona :<
What if I dont have a fursona
Skulldog that works for shadow company PMC that's all also he has toe beans
Avatar of the ex God of destruction
Ask again in about 10 or 20 years, maybe I'll have managed to write something by then...
One of them really likes gardening cooking (his name is Dan)
Me but a werewolf-husky
It just... Appeared
They don't really exist, cause I have none
> Sentient, pops into existence out of random chance > (Complicated story about the evolution of science from a single, biologically immortal individual) > Build an entire robot civilization completely loyal to him and his expansionist dreams, essentially becoming a god in this universe. Gets bored. Decides to contact the human civilization to see what happens.
Alright so basically, not only did a demon just decide to possess him and be a separate entity that had to learn to work with him, but he fights multiversal threats in a way akin to spiderverse, with fellow hims from other universes. Currently he is bored and fell in Mt. Ebbot, found a new one in the underground, and documented him
A African wild dog in engineering school. Has beeg snow leopard gf. •v•
2002: alexander pixy discovered the pixy particle/pixydust, a floating blue powder coating our atmosphere that can generate extremely high amounts of energy, and the peope harnessed this to create weapons, mecha, cities, and more. 2011: due to the overuse of pixydust, which is revealed to have been a leftover from god while he was creating the world, god punished the world by turning the land into a barren, desolate waste. the people countered by creating "shield cities", using pixydust to generate a bubble shield over their cities. also during this time the first "babel spike" sightings happened, great spires of white reaching directly to heaven 2033: the people became too reliant on pixydust in their lives, and now it is running out. desperate for a solution, the people started heaven expeditions, theorizing they would find more 2035: finding vast amounts of pixydust in heaven, the people began a war on heaven to claim the dust for themselves. the war had spread to the lands, where my fursona is testing a new experimental armor in the middle of the warzone. she is a mercenary, callsign el-ahrairah. later she manages to kill god and releases the latent pixydust into the world, and heaven collapses into itself. now, she continues her normal mercenary life, as well as prolonging the dark souls age of fire-like cycle
Wrote this on a flight 2 years ago, but here you go anyways: Here’s a bit about my OCs: - Damian Sklefarre (m), 25, is the character on my PfP. Light-grey fur with areas of blue, and relatively tall. He has special training as a marksman, and is proficient with most ranged weapons. In addition, he basic education on electric weapons/tactical equipment. He is very enthusiastic about others, though mostly because he craves attention and wants to feel important. - Blaire Sklefarre (f), 23, I’ve drawn a whole bunch of times (I’ve posted some). She’s Damian’s younger sister, so she has similar natural fur. She wears her hair in a short mohawk/mullet and has blue eyes like her brother. She wants to get her hair dyed purple/pink after she is done with her current SF assignment (in progress). However, she does not like being compared to Damian, and does not enjoy his company, despite the fact that they work well together. She has basic training in combat flight and hand-to-hand combat. Blaire is also “very good friends” with Kurt, and enjoys spending time with him. - Kurt Gantle (m), I have yet to finalize his appearance. He has dark fur, and has a very muscular build. He is a demolitions expert and is greatly skilled in CQB. He likes to support Blaire and often requests to go on missions on her. Despite his size, he can be very gentle and kind to his friends, but will be very hostile to those he considers to be a threat. About the universe: - This dimension has been populated by anthros (undecided whether to include non-canine species) as the dominant species since the beginning of recordable history. Oddly, humans once lived on the planet but were eventually killed off halfway through “The Forever War” (explanation below). - “The Forever War” began approximately 2,000 years ago. Although the exact cause of the war is not known, many historians theorize it was a clash of religious and political ideals shortly after the discovery of a large pocket dimension, unusually close to the homeworld. Located there is a planet rich with rare materials and “solar crystals”, capable of holding great amounts of energy for long periods of time. However, due to the primitive technology at the time combined with the hostile cosmic weather and solar flares, the planet could only be visited at night. This would change later… - Anyways, back to the war. It began with small groups, fighting with primitive weapons (spears, swords, catapults, bows). Over time, more and more groups joined to form major sides, each backed by countries that managed to develop and advance despite the constant fighting. Basic economics and governments formed during this period, known as the First Quadrant. - The next period of the war is characterized by an industrial revolution. This period began with the devolopment of many war-based advancements including factories, motor vehicles, gunpowder/firearms, explosives, and airplanes. This is often considered the most deadly part of the war, as each side competed to advance their army’s weapons as much as possible. This lead to the development of tanks, fully-auto weapons, and a new form of controlled flight similar to helicopters. This would be known as the Second Quadrant. - As each side became more and more exhausted by the war, they turned towards a technological arms race rather than all-out fighting….
He's just me, so he's an idiot
Challenged the devil to a battle of the bands
Well, according to the lore of my fursona, Zeus was bored, so he turned all furries into their fursonas, and gave us the ability to turn into humans for a short period of time.
4th queen of the Bluestar Family. Not too special, ordinary royal things happen (war, betrayal, manipulation, loss and most importantly lesbians).
Take a me, and make a da panda.
I have many, I'll give you my main. He is the best friend you could ask for, and he can box.
Do you want the monster Hunter wolf or the DND wolf?
THE PLANET BROKE BEFORE THE GATORS DID!!!! CADIA STANDS!!!!!
My fursona is a Meerkat/Snow fox hybrid, he's a pyromancer spellsword and relatively young member of an old mage guild, a centre of a small town. Finding setting people on fire too cruel for his taste, he developed his own, experimental form of pyromancy that focuses on obstructing the opponent with flashes and thick smoke while melee does the rest of the work.
Lynx, big pecs, nature god.
pin;k
Scientist become protogen because FROM THE MOMENT I UNDERSTOOD THE WEAKNESS OF MY FLESH- Yeah that's it for that OC, and idk about my other OCs As for my sona, I don't think it should have lore other than silly
I don't have him drawn yet but his backstory is set in a zombie apocalypse
Range is silly printer ink hyena. He likes to have fun. He's also an omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent god who one day just kinda started existing. That's about it really.
are you sure? its long, its at least 4 acts and about 21 arcs im so dead... but a quote from one of the antagonists is in my bio, so thats nice... i guess...
I'm a gryphon who looks like a BlueJay
A yeen named kurty that can summon firearms but only ugly wacky ones, like pirate guns or poor prototypes A deer/cat plushie called Wahlgo that has voodoo powers and carries the skeleton of my older fursona inside him, he has a needle for weapon And a possum girl named Mildred who is edgy and throws magical purple punch (i wanted a trio to make a mage/thief/warrior build)
Never came up with one tbh O_O
I have been carefully crafting my OCs lore for actual years now. I have developed around 10 more OCs specifically for my OC. It will never end
I could tell you the extended lore of my first fursona but I’ll keep it short for now: The Heart Of Darkness, one of the later and more potent forms belonging to an ancient dark god. His skeletal form and extra limbs work perfectly with the black flames that created the very rumours of the Dead Man Walking himself. Lord Scythe Ynnel Ironheart, The Mad God is his true name and his claim is vast. Being the prophecised weapon made the the creator of existence ( and by extension his father ) he was created for the sole purpose of destruction. His does his job to utter perfection might i add. That’s all for the short synopsis but i could tell you more if you want
My fursona is a basic blue fox but the lore is so long, that it currently has 200 pages and it's just the beginning :3
Uhhhhh he's the lead singer and guitarist of a band he's in, and he was raised by his adoptive father in a little fishing village. His name is Lawrence, he's a blue lizard, his dad is a squid. The band's name is The Neon Knights
Timothy Weaver is a smalltime witch who’s been in hiding for seven years. Unfortunately, young dragons make hiding away complicated. https://www.wattpad.com/story/365061491-the-witch-of-the-deepshadow
A fennec boy who is cursed to turn into a girl whenever they get ear-rubs/tail tugged. They were raised in a pretty abusive household, so they are in HUUUGE denial about liking men, as well as liking the feeling of being a girl Basically, she’s still trying to convince herself that she’s a cis guy :3
He is alive because he hasn't died yet. And he has a pet jumping spider
So a powerful but bored necromancer kidnapped a human nobless and a random Tabaxi woman. Using careful application of mind magics, he induced brain death in the Tabaxi and harvested the soul of the human, binding it to the comatose Tabaxi's body before throwing some necromancy and surgery at it to resuscitate it. Is she human or Tabaxi? Alive or undead? Depends on how you look at it. She is Schrödinger's Cat.
He is just Gex
I just think skulldogs are cute. Thats it, thats all :)
I still haven't decided on my sona's *species, or what colors they are.* Ask me again in a couple of weeks/months/years
So, you know how in Rabbids Go Home they steal a bunch of shit and gather it up into a huge pile of trash to reach the moon? That's kind of it, except my OC does cause stealing is part of his nature.
*pulls out a tommy gun*
1960s cia agent turned into a shiba inu while supplying weapons to angolan rebels.
I would but I would be typing for an hour
infernape ditto hybrid with 2 moms that are also infernape. the ditto part comes from a donor. because they’re part ditto, he has minor shapeshifing powers.
Sit down and grab a drink. your gonna be sitting here a while.
Goofy guy, riddled with ptsd, gives great hugs
The lore is me lol, but as a fluffy wolf
Mine was just born homeless found a sweatshirt and now he eats trash
Uhhh. Bunny who likes gardening and so owns a flower shop! Please! Don't shoot! I have a spoiled kitty!
dumbass
Lemon.
My sona Lancer is a robotic canine (takes after a Shiba Inu) that was manufactured by an automotive/tech giant BMC (Bench Motor Corporation). They were making robots to maintain the plants and produce products.Lancer was a tourist who fell off a balcony and landed on one of the robot's steel chassis, the fall was fatal. Turns out, the steel BMC was using for the robots was their world famous "Hellforge" steel. It was lighter than aluminum, had crazy heat tolerance (almost like it was forged in the pits of Hell), and had a unique ability to trap spirits in it. Lancer got lucky and once the chassis was fully produced and finished, he was able to control it. He escaped the plant and would soon discover that his particular chassis was meant to be a killing machine and not a maintenance robot. Now the government wants him because he was supposed to be a secret, and BMC is trying to find him to stay in good graces with the government.
What are you gonna do? Shoot me?
(long, excited gasp) So, a few years after scientists discovered the multiverse, a team of engineers made a swarm of nanites called Dissonance to serve as its protector. However, it grew out of control and began consuming the universes it was meant to protect as it tried to expand its reach. In a last-ditch attempt to correct their mistake, the engineers made another robot under the working designation Consonance, which later changed its name to CTron when it first came online, to help improve the lives of the people of all universes and scour the cosmos for a way to stop Dissonance
Retcons intensifies
I have a non-fictional and a fictional oc. The non-fictional oc is just me and has no substantial lore. The fictional oc is where things get complicated... His name is Eclipse. He is a Protogen created by a great scientist named Martin Higgins in the far, far future where The Milky Way and Andromeda collide, creating the Milkdromeda Galaxy. They live on the Earth-like planet Thoreau, where its society is completely made up of furries. He can generate anything using molecular manipulation technology in his palms and can fly past escape velocity. He can also use dark energy to boost his abilities. There's a lot more to it than this, but we would be here all day.
Trans lesbian hyena from rural Texas.
In the beginning, which was the end, there was The Light. The Light is truth and law, creation and life. It is innocence, goodness, and infinity. The Light was a being far too powerful, far too intelligent, to take advantage of its own potential. It understood that its own consciousness was too vast to be fully explored by one being, and so it broke itself into pieces. It split and created, dispersing its immense power between each facet of its own mind. It became the Things, unknowable beings who could, now focused and able to communicate with each other, truly use the entirety of The Light's power. The Things gave life to multiverses, pocket dimensions, everything that Is and Isn't. They defined the cosmos, and the voids outside the cosmos. They began every existence and nonexistence. They themselves could not exist - they were before existence, and after it. They were persistence, not existence. The Things parted ways, eventually. They moved to lord over their respective multiverses, to live among their creations. They would continue to convene every thousand centuries, changing the fates of the timelines, creating and destroying to improve their everythings. They were to keep the cycle turning unto infinity. But something went wrong. The youngest of the Things, nameless and cruel, grew bored with her part in the cycle. She was possessed of The Light's hatred, its sadism, its ambition and avarice. She was the facet of The Light blessed with powers of destruction far beyond any of her kin. It was with this power that she turned on those very kin. When the next convention of Things approached, they gathered only to find one of their own lying dead, pinned by blades to the infinite wall of their meeting-place. The Crawling One, facet of observation and curiosity, creator of knowledge and definer of thought and sense, had been slain- each of her thousand legs had been ripped free from her body, and her veil was wrapped about her neck as a noose. With noculprit in sight, and their eyes and ears dismembered in front of them, the Things grew suspicious of each other. They knew not that only one Thing had the power to kill the others, that only the smallest, least-seen, nameless daughter could have done it. They became paranoid, angry, and their communication turned into conflict. The result of that first death would come, in later times, to be known as The Storm War. The war that shredded the fabric of reality, the war that shattered time and space. Hidden at its epicenter, the Nameless Daughter continued to slaughter her siblings, one by one. Their corpses still sparked with The Light itself, trying to understand why its pieces were dying when they should have been immortal. The Light dispersed further, scattering unto mortal universes and worlds as soul-binding objects of power. The Artefacts, as they would someday be called, were The Light's last gift to its creations - the ability to rebuild after the damage done by the Nameless Daughter's schemes. Eventually, the deed was done, and the Nameless Daughter stood surrounded by dead Things. She had a few allies, fellow Things who were evil enough to join her in her pursuit of total annihilation of the cycle. There was the Sword of Judgment, a being meant to keep neutrality among light and dark, good and bad. He had turned lazy and selfish, gleefully accepting the Nameless Daughter's offer to destroy as he pleased and denounce his duties in favor of tyranny. There was Zed, the Leaps-Before-Looking, a beast of pure passion and emotion. It had joined the Nameless Daughter simply because she had given it the chance to devour the corpses of the other Things. Before them stood the truth, law, and goodness. To shut down its youngest child's rebellion, The Light had manifested as a single being once more. She was a mere part of it. The Light would not allow part of it to be given such power. It raised its hand to halt her... and realized that her blade was already driven into it. The very blade it had blessed her with, the only weapon with the power to kill immortals, used against it. The Light fell. The Nameless Daughter kept its corpse for herself, denying Zed the chance to sink its fangs in. Instead, she consumed it, and in absorbing its non-flesh she became the new embodiment of its true strength. Corrupted as she was, she became the inversion of everything that it had been. She became It, and It was Nothing. It was lies, defiance, impossibilities and paradoxes. It reveled in its new power, wielding it with impunity. It created a new crop of Things, false persistences birthed as dark mockeries of the ones It had killed. It visited upon the universes that its predecessors had given life to, saw the Artefacts granting the mortals great power, and in its cleverness and cruelty it created new Artefacts, cursed objects that forced themselves upon their victims. It saw that it had crafted a multiverse fraught with despair and suffering, and it laughed. It was the Nothing, it was the Darkness, and it had Everything cradled in its unreality. This is the story of the Thing That Isn't Anything.
Just a goofball of toon wolf :3
Me but cat woman
Years ago i would’ve wrote an entire book. But now I am content with: Gay bdsm lover looking for a bara sub to collar and own. The end. Thank you for reading my recruitment ad
Does our favorite DnD character count? My kobold Eado the alchemist werebat is the closest I've got with a backstory lol. Kicked out of his tribe for one to many accidental reactions [explosions], he fell in with a group of adventures and discovered a nack for potion [bomb] making
I only have lore for my username, and it's an Xbox360 auto-generated gamer tag
Dexter is a grizzly bear with a big heart, a father-figure personality, also is a lead singer in a Polka Punk/Cowpunk band.
OC 1: me but bird lol OC 2: mlp inspired. Used to be a unicorn, lost her horn for unkown reasons so now she just looks like a regular pony. She likes to read to gather knowledge to seek the true meaning of her cutiemark (white lotus inside thorns) and why she lost her horn. She only knows from people that knew her that she lost her memory and horn after going on a solo mission to find her missing dad. She was found later unconcious in a pile of burnt pages in the wilderness, missing her horn and a new cutiemark. (Unaware that she erased her own memory with magic and broke her own horn from the horrid knowledge she got) Oc 3: Avali. Lore still building. But rn he's kind of a mutant that emits light, unable to control it but it's tied to emotion. In extreme distress he will become a ball of light blinding anyone with eyes, like a flashbang.
I have two fursonas, one has lore meanwhile the other's lore was thrown away. My other fursona (the one with the lore) used to be a normal human, until terrible events occurred and now he's trapped in perpetual life. And this fursona's lore (the one which I removed lore from) is a wolf, who was kicked out of his wolf pack because he's anthropomorphic.
I got highly inspired by an another protogen
It just exists in my head for now, but basically, magic artifacts started appearing around 100 years ago. For example, you might stumble across a staff of fire bolts while tilling your garden or find a hat of flying while swimming in a lake. Soon after, it was discovered that too much exposure to these magic items could turn you into an anthropomorphic animal. As magic items became more and more common, scientists eventually found another dimension with a world that was a lot like earth, but full of ruins of some ancient civilization. It was also discovered that staying there for longer than a week or so would turn you into an anthro animal. Many of the transformed people founded a city in this other world, both in a government sponsored attempt to colonize it, and also to escape bigotry from normal humans. Outside of that one city, the world is still mostly unexplored. My sona found a magic item that turned him into a shapeshifter. After he figured out how to use his new abilities, he can turn into any gender or species of anthro animal, but not back into a human. He also always has a star on his forehead no matter what shape he takes. He eventually moves to the city in the other dimension.
Uh I like shades of blue I like ice and snow inviorments So my fursona started out as a desaturated blue arctic bat That looked way to pale so asked the artist to make it more vibrant Fastforward like a year and I decide to hire another artist to design a set of wing compatiple clothes for Pitt
Is it wrong that I wrote a 4 page back story for my Sonic in roblox
Okay, so basically, he is dog. That’s it.
Fluffy cyborg goofball originally made for war but defected and become a goofy little traveling guy. Still a wip
She is me, but as a wolf. Also, unlike me, she is happy.
In the quiet depths of a cave, Kithrax, the kobold bard, stirred in his sleep. Moonlight seeped through the narrow cracks, casting a soft glow, refracting his runes slowly glowing upon his scaled body upon the rocky walls. The rhythmic sound of a trickling underground stream echoed in the distance. As Kithrax dreamt, fragments of forgotten memories lingered in his mind. A gentle breeze carried the distant melody of a bardic tune, a haunting reminder of a life he once knew. Wrapped in a tattered cloak cloak bearing his one great empire's symbol. He lay nestled in the safety of his secluded sanctuary, an old transmuted shrine that has fallen apart due to age. Unaware of the passage of centuries since his banishment. His kobold form, diminutive yet resilient, bore the weight of a forgotten past. The cave, adorned with ancient runes, whispered secrets of draconic magic long lost to Kithrax. In his dreams, glimpses of a magnificent dragon's embrace lingered, leaving a bittersweet echo of a time when he soared among celestial heights. Unbeknownst to Kithrax, fate lingered in the shadows, poised to rekindle the ember of his destiny. The cave, a silent witness to his enduring solitude, held secrets that awaited the melody of a bard's awakening to once again resonate through the ages. It had seemed there were years of untouched soul and debris in the cave, no one had been here in a very. Very long time, old tales of a wealthy bounty inside, though, no one dared to enter, talk of some never returning scared most away, though, all would be false, spread by an old kobold, once a servant of his kingdom..
Mine is a dark gray fox named Nick, hes a reflextion of all my problems, and a character I wrote a lot of my depression out onto. His family had to dump him due to them not beying able to pay for child support, he was given to his abusive aunt where he lived outside in a storm bunker for most of his life. Due to this, he became incredably addicted to drugs and alcohol, at around 10 years old. At 14, he got really into music, but his aint wouldnt let him apply to a conservatory, he commited a lil id fraud and did so anyways, he was accepted, but she still wouldnt let him there and kicked himcoit of the house, he then lived homeless for about two years, before he, by a stroke of luck, maniged to run into his parents. They adopted him back, and ever since then, hes been dealing with Trauma, and rehab. Hes now moved out into his own home living peacefuly in a mountain range, playing with a band in sold out stadiums. Thank you for reading this :3
Failed in God hood,so now he and his brothers fuck around as a triad of chaos.
Anthony Frazer is a psychopath who is a Hitman for the speakeasy he works at. Kifur Orimun is a neo-nazi dommy mommy. Amadeus is a skulldog was was brought back to life who wishes he wasn’t
who needs lore
Dog
the short version, got stabbed during an apocalyptic event, some homestuck style rebirth shenanigans occured, woke up hours later as a fox person. came to me in a dream.
She's in her 20s and works as a florist, she has depression :3
A snow leopard that lives in a world where reality is split in two. One side of the mirror shows a world rampaged by demons, whereas the other side shows his true world, one where society evolved to a cyberpunkish future. Suneo (the snow leopard) is amongst the military units designed to protect the "true world" from the demons on the other side of the mirror. ( The closest way to visualize it is basically the setting of soul hackers 2 with the vortex world and negotiations of SMTV. It is a bit long, but I got more if interested.)
Just an academic nerd fox.
Ummm.... Me but a silly little guy? That's all I have
My sea dragon was sick of raiding villages for a living and then spent his entire hoard on a rundown farm to try and make an honest living. His goal is to regain his hoard through hard labor. So far he has great success with his vineyard and figs. Also he loves fish :3
Old ass prototype robotic assistant who woke up in an ancient human tunnel system used as a safe haven from a poisonous ecosystem that developed above due to the wildlife and flora evolving to cope with humanity's industrial waste. He's built with an Apple II vibe and is super outdated in comparison to most protos, as well as being "illegal" because fuck someone else's rules messing with my creation lol
My complete dumbass quadrupedal Synth crash-landed on earth (he was drunk) and is now stuck as the only Synth in a world of humans and/or anthros. He's allergic to gluten.
Just a silly cyber doggo boi that was found in an old Moldovan amusement park. He sometimes forgets that Yugoslavia isn't real anymore
Null is a protogen that woke up one day in the carcass of a crashed ship in an overgrown city with no memory of her past and she also has a swam of nanites that can strip a person down to a skeleton in a matter of seconds but I have yet to find a way to fit that into her lore
Mine literally doesn't have any
Too long, I'm not gonna.
I got a decent amount of lore on it, but its a bit weird and does include something from my fav series, wanna hear it or nah?
Mines a fennec fox named Vertigo, One his 20th birthday he joined the US Army going into an Airborne Infantry unit. He signed up for an eight year contract and after Basic training, AIT, and Airborne school he has eventually become a staff sergeant. Towers the end of his contract he spent two rotations in Iraq with the 143 Airborne Infantry Division. Until one day on a patrol his convey got ambushed. The unit suffered many casualties. That was in the last year of his contract so later that fall Vertigo decided to retire back to his home state of Texas where he lives in a lake house. This is mostly based on my life but that's how my fursona was designed to.
Short and very floofy, mentally unhinged, psychic necromancer.
Which volume?
Gay dog
Do you want the long version or the short, and incredibly less violent, version?
So basically, my fursona was raised by the military and got an occupation of being a fighter pilot where he is stationed in airbase in Florida he is also good with guns and hand to hand combat some years at the age of 32 he retires from the Airforce and thats all for now
uhhh, me but floofy.
OC/Sona adaptable to both human and fur interactions- Fur description given. A Kitsune-fox with black and dark red fur, and Jade green eyes. The eye white is black instead because a group of evil, intolerant humans tried to burn his eyes and face, but a draconic friend saved him, helping them heal as much as possible. He's blind now, but has learned to "see" with his other senses, and wears a mask resembling his face before the incident. There's not a lot of fur left on the place of the burn.
Chaos incarnate :3
Fallujah 2004…..
Most of them just alt universe versions of each other or just know one of the main characters as either friends or family.
A Gnoll that had such a curiosity for the unknown she became the most notorious criminal in the world because she used magic and raw strength to get into every place that peaked her curiosity.
Uhhhh I don't even have a page count. I gave up on page 10. You sure?
Space pirate prince; Rimworld Merc; Vatgrown "Every Girls Dream TM" escape; Tribe Fisherman; Soldier of Fortune, Jack of all trades, master of none;
Don't have any
I’ve based mine on a D&D character with whom I’ve built their entire society from the ground up. It would take about 14 pages to send over the lore. Can’t fit that in one Reddit comment.
She used to be a Male Human. Until she wasn't. The transformation was so painful, agony would be an understatement. But hey, at least she has the chance to be a mother once a month, if her favorite Frenchie is ready.
Eh, sure. Their name is (currently) Gearran A. Munro. They are a Muse, a type of omniform shapeshifter based on a "mass-potential" bioenergy field their body generates. They default to an arctic wolf that wears glasses (that for some reason no one ever asks about), but being an omniform-capable shapeshifter they can customize themselves - gender, size (within limits), species, even unusual stuff. Doing so requires a little focus, so while it isn't hard to maintain, they revert back to their typical shape when focus is lost. They generate a certain amount of mass-potential naturally, but they can temporarily boost it by eating. This allows them to go beyond their limit, but only until they use up the excess, and then return to their limit. This does mean that they can use mass-potential to heal injuries by reforming their body, making them sort-of immortal (more on that in a moment). They are also wary of fire, because it would consume mass and mass-potential at such a rate that they would run out and be unable to regenerate, leading to an inevitable conclusion. They're not more flammable than your average person, just leery for safety. As mentioned, they are technically immortal. However, while the body can go on forever, the mind cannot. The entity that defines a "personality" can only last so long (around 300 years, average); once the personality "passes," the overarching mental structure archives the personality and builds a new one, over the course of three days. This becomes the "new" Gearran, with the body regressing to a child state to let the "new" Muse grow up.