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4 yrs ago
Current Space: The final frontier. The womb: The first frontier. Somewhere between those two: the ocean.
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4 yrs ago
Lost? Confused? Lacking direction? Need to find a purpose in your life?
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Razol was a little disappointed he didn't get an answer to his question. "Well, I got a sacred treasure out there somewhere, so if you aren't going to tell me who or what I have to kill, I'll just go look for it." He cracked his fingers and rolled his shoulders. Turning to leave. He didn't know where he was going to go, just that he wasn't going to wait around. He had waited around for a couple of hundred years. Now was the time for action. If the King wasn't going to tell him what to do, he would come up with his own course of action.
In Camp Fujin 4 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay

Tony walked out under the water. His eyes adjusting rather quickly to being submerged. Blinking he could see an underwater cabin. There were a few people swimming around it. He swam over, almost instinctively, and one of the swimming people spotted him and alerted the others. "Son of Ryujin?" One of them asked in Japanese, which Tony could understand, which he found odd. Mainly because he had just understood someone speaking Japanese, and that they were underwater. Tony liked up and saw that the symbol had disappeared. "Yeah." He said instinctively in Japanese. "This our cabin?" The other child of Ryujin nodded. "Where's your stuff?" Tony looked back up to the surface, where he had come down. "Ahh, still up there." The other Demi-God said. They placed a finger on their temple and a turtle swam past and collected Tony's stuff. "Thanks." Tony said grabbing his bag off the turtle. "Why is so big down here? I didn't think the lake was this big." Tony asked. "Why else?" The other demi god swam a loop-de-loop. "Magic. The deeper you go into the lake, the bigger it is. There is an endless abyss under our cabin." Tony nodded. The other Demi-God motioned for him to follow. "Let's get you inside."
Tony followed but his mind was still caught up on the magic of the lake. "Doesn't that make it very easy for the other Demi-Gods to drown?" The other Demi-God chuckled. "Nah, magic is funky." HE said stopping and gesturing up. "Those who can't survive underwater can't naturally get beneath the true bottom of the lake. Though if you really try, you can push past it. You can bring people down, but should they leave one of the air bubbles, they are automatically at the same depth as what the lake would normally be. It's weird, so just try not to think of it." Looking up, Tony could see a couple of Demi-Gods playing on the surface of the lake. "Wierd." Tony followed the direction and found himself inside the Cabin, which was filled with a large air bubble, making the inside of the Cabin dry.
Name: Abeni ‘Beni’ Simpson

Age: 22



Host of: Anat, goddess of fertility, sexual love, hunting, war



Bio: When Abeni was sixteen, she was picked to be Anat's host by the goddess herself. Ever since then, she had been going on quests and practicing magic in numerous nomes, participating in fighting tournaments for money in the meantime. When the veil was pierced, both of her lives collided and her world shattered. She formed an organization, the APA (African Protection Agency) to stabilize and protect the smaller villages in Africa that couldn't afford the bigger companies. She also collaborates with other agencies when their shorthanded.

Other: She is a boxing champion from Western Africa, and she will speak in her native language during the rare times she gets angry

Theme song: Home by WALK THE MOON and morgxn


Looks good.
Looks good. You can throw him over into the Character tab.
Just waiting on a few others.




None saw it coming. Not the Mortals. Not the Gods. Definitely not the Halbloods.

In the year 2030, the Old Gods woke up. This came as a big shock, as even the Gods had Forgotten they existed. A Race of Beings so old, they vanished before the current Gods even came into existence. A terrifying new threat that the God's could not hope to face.
The initial attack was horrific. It shattered the veil. These giant behemoths descended from the heavens and rose from the depths of hell, revealing the Supernatural to unsuspecting mortals. The ultimate ambush. Entire countries decimated. New York reduced to ash. Humanity helpless to fight back. At least they would be if it weren't for Demi-Gods. Children to the New Gods. Children of the Norse, Shinto, Greek, Roman and more Pantheons.

With the help of the Demi-Gods, Humanity was able to set up a few cities. Though, as suddenly as the attacks had begun, they ended. Leaving what was left of humanity to rebuild. Though with the existence of the Supernatural known to all, the Demi-Gods were called to defend Humanity from the lingering dangers. Monsters from the various pantheons and several new monsters that liked to prey on helpless mortals.
Some agreed and joined the Militaries of the various surviving settlements, others started or joined Private companies, and others went completely freelance.
It has been two years since the Old Gods changed the face of the earth, but we are still rebuilding. Recovering. With the Demi-Gods leading the Charge.
Oddly enough, no one has heard of the New Gods since the Old Gods attacked, and it has several Demi-Gods concerned.


Sounds fun. Consider me interested.
In Camp Fujin 4 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay

Tony nodded. A little surprised he could understand the question asked in Japanese. He gestured to the glowing symbol above his own head, "And what if we already know who our parents are?" He smiled. "Never mind. I'll find Ryūjin's cabin." He said in Japanese as he turned to leave he stopped. Releasing what he had said. "Fucking Oath." he said reverting back to English. "That's trippy as hell." He continued on his way. Leaving the tour group. Off to go find his cabin. Kicking off his thongs, and picking them up, he walked barefoot to find his cabin. Stobbing at an intersection of two walking tracks, he paused. Not really sure which way to go, but remembered seeing a lake down to the right, so he picked that direction. He kept walking until he made it to the lake. Setting his bag down he took off his shirt. Getting ready for a swim. He gently grasped the shark tooth hanging from his neck Closing his eyes, he slowly walked out into the water.
In Camp Fujin 4 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay

Tony didn't take the ferry to the island. Instead, his father took him. Riding on the back of giant sea turtles. Once at the island, they said their farewells and Tony walked out of the ocean. Most of his belongings in a waterproof bag. He ran a hand through his hair to mess it up a bit, and restyle it. Setting his bag on the beach, he took out a short-sleeve button-down shirt and put it on, leaving the buttons undone, and put on a pair of thongs. Re-zippering his bag, he slung it over his shoulder and walked inland to find the camp. He got a few odd looks, but he couldn't tell if it was because they saw him come from the ocean, or that he looked obviously foreign.

Looking up at the gate, he sighed. The kanji rearranging themselves in his mind. "Cool trick." He muttered to himself as he figured it was something he had inherited from his father. Walking through the gate, he saw three people, two around his own age, and one that looked older. Nodding at the others. "G'day. We waiting for more?" He said, hoping at least one of the others would understand.


Razol chuckled as the shackles were released. "Now this is an execution I can behind." He said as he stood up. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders. He walked into the armoury and looked around. He grabbed a Spiked chain whip off a wall. He spun it around himself, nodding. "This I can get behind." letting the chain wrap itself around the hilt, he smirked. Looking at the possible armour, a glint appeared in his eyes. A leather helm. It looked beautiful. Horrific. Picking it up, he put it on. "Oh yes. This I like"
He acquired a simple leather armour with a bandolier of pouches, which he filled with throwing knives. Armed up, he went to get his tattoo.
Walking over to the mark maker with a pep in his step. He was going to get it on the nape of his neck. Rolling his head in its socket, to stretch out the muscles, he looked forward to it. Pain that wasn't just meaningless torture. Pain that served a purpose.

After getting his mark, he walked back into the throne room. Chain Whip on his hip, and face obscured by the leather mask. "So, what is our first mission?"
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