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Skeins and Shuttles | Weaver

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Bela hadn’t been to Newhaven since the government had picked up the slack on rebuilding after the invasion. When her help wasn’t needed to stitch the physical world back together, she noticed very quickly that certain people in charge were unusually cold. So she’d kept her distance. The things and people who had tied her to the city were beyond her reach now, and it hurt less to stay away.

Walking down the busy streets again was enlightening. Some people knew her, recognized her from news programs, but not all. It was nice to get lost in the anonymity of the crowd again. Of course, the reason she was here couldn’t be found with the sun still in the sky. 

So as the lights of the city flicked on and set their own glow into the sky, Weaver took to the streets. There were people here she was looking for, people she needed to check on, and as always, people to meet. Pulling herself from the ground to the roof and bounding from building to building was easy enough with pouches full of materials that could stretch away from her on a whim.

It was mostly luck she’d seen the figure in the darkness. Her habits of checking corners had remained after the invasion, but this wasn’t her turf anymore, and not knowing who ran the scene made things tricky. But a glance at the right angle as she’d been about to scan the next block over made her pause. A few more lengths of rock and metal rose from where she’d stored them as she touched down gently. Better safe than sorry.

“Well, it’s always nice to meet the locals. Do you mind letting a visitor tag along for a bit?”

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Task 004

Guild Member Name: Weaver

Face Claim: Ciara Renée

Age: 30

Species: Human

Powers & Abilities: Fiber Control- Weaver is able to control the fibers of any material of which she understands the mechanical and physical properties like strength, conductivity, and stiffness, among others. While this started out as a purely textile power (the fibers and threads of cotton, wool, silk, etc), as she has expanded her abilities and knowledge she has gained control over the "fibers" of other materials. Reports during the war credited her with the ability to create and manipulate "threads" from plastic and metal sources. When she pulls the strands from the source material, the source becomes undone and loses mass. She is currently unable to command material that is part of a living animal, but witnesses have watched speechless as she turned the solid wood of an entire tree into a single braided "thread" malleable enough to dance through the air as easily as any other material she wields. She must concentrate to pull, create, and manipulate the fibers, but once she's done with them it's nearly impossible to convert them back to their original form unless she does it herself.

Backstory: Sources say Weaver comes from a small town about an hour from Newhaven. In interviews she has stated that her powers did not manifest until she was around nine or ten as she had become interested in fashion and clothing and learned about what various materials were capable of. She's laughed on camera about how her parents didn't know what to do when they found her sitting on her bedroom floor staring furiously as she sewed random bits of thread into her preexisting clothes with nothing but her mind.

Though much of her story is unknown, Arachne was a nighttime figure in Newhaven for between five and seven years before the invasion of 2018, with a notorious reputation for taking what she wanted. She had established a spider motif due to her "webs" of fibers and intense agility training which allowed her to dance and among the threads. She was incredibly slippery and preyed on civilians and criminals alike. While it's unconfirmed that the figure known as Arachne is truly the same person as Weaver, many have drawn parallels between the powers of the two. The timing of the disappearance of Arachne and the emergence of Weaver in the public eye has been called into question, but there has been no response from the Guild about these accusations.

Arachne disappeared several weeks before the invasion Spectrum had warned of, and in a city that had been preparing for the attack for months a new light emerged to fight with the heros. Able to pull threads to ensare and bind her enemies on the field from an incredible variety of sources(many that Arachne was not known to be able to use), Weaver was considered a force to be reckoned with in a fight. She was seen frequently on the frontlines fending off waves of invaders at a time, surrounded by gently waving threads and fibers of varying thickness that could lash out with no notice.

Though her official membership didn't start until just before the war was over, Weaver quickly became known as one of the more bright and bubbly Guild members. She was able to help in the rebuilding efforts as she could effectively "tie" and bind organic materials together when she became familiar enough with the properties of concrete and cement. Her career as a hero has taken off since then. The media have found it easy to reach out and get responses from her, and she is considered one of a handful of "faces" of the Guild.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Signature Move: Spool- A remnant of her past as Arachne, back when this move was known as cocoon, one of her favorite finishing moves is to completely wrap her targets in the fibers of their own clothes, unraveling the material beyond recognition beyond the color, which often becomes muddled due to the chaos of the wrappings. This particular move takes an incredible amount of concentration because she must control multiple materials, but gives her a very satisfying way of hanging her "trophies" on the various fibers she's pulled throughout the battle much like wriggling bugs in a web.

Extra Info: While her uniform is always changing due to the nature of her power, Weaver tends to use a wide variety of colors and materials to give herself access to as many things as possible. She often carries large spools of rare materials in case she doesn't have access to them from her surroundings. Weaver's sigil is the Moroccan weaving motif known as the finger, it adorns all items carried on her person, as it is a design meant to be a symbol of protection. She's known to be one of the more fashion-forward Guild members as she can do incredibly detailed work beyond the capabilities of humans and machines, but tends to keep her creations for herself. Weaver doesn't have a particular nemesis as she hasn't found a location to settle down in, and few villains are willing to follow around a hero who will take you down with a bright, echoing laugh. People do pop up to challenge her whenever she stays in one place too long, but she usually takes them down easily and hops along her merry way.

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Strings Attached

It wasn’t often that they visited her. There was no way to tell when they were coming, these reminders of her past. Laughter usually rang freely, but sometimes there were tears instead. But why do you have to go, Bela? There were times she wished she wouldn’t see them anymore, but she knew deep down that she would feel that final loss even more strongly than any of the ones before. And so she held on to them with desperation so deep it made her hands shake.

She always felt a bit empty when she woke up after, cold by herself even though she finally had real shelter. But the cold faded and the tears dried, and then she would neck deep in work. It was easy to put aside the web of decisions that had put her where she was when she was helping others. 

Even rarer than the dreams were the notifications. That tiny ping she dreaded more than anything. They slipped again, it said. This wouldn’t have happened if you were there, it whispered. This is still your responsibility, echoed in her soul. But she had new tasks. A duty to the people she protected, to the Guild, and all they stood for against the harshness of the world. 

So she picked up the pieces of her heart in the mornings after she dreamed of them. She kept her head up and extended her hand once more to those who needed her support. And she tried to ignore the memories and their ties. She tried.

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Soft corners. The gentleness that cushions the edges that protect her and others. The need to be good enough. There are many versions of Bela, sometimes she just needs to unfurl and untangle.

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