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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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Name: Armant the Slayer
Age: 35
Gender: Male

Personality: There's a lot to say about Armant, but two things you'll never forget are that he's responsible and persuasive. Of course, he's also creative, daring and disciplined, but these are in a way balance by being sadistic as well.
His responsibility though, this is what he's most popular for. He is far from the cheery young soldier who signed on twenty years ago.

Skills and Weaknesses: Armant has seen horrors of war. Learned and experienced in the use of his greatsword. A fearsome warrior who learned a little magic to supplement his martial prowess. What most would consider his weakness is that he holds no qualms with murder. He doesn't see any value in human life. Not since the wars, where he lived and died multiple times.

History: Born in the far off country of Crualevush. Born to a blacksmith. He lived a pretty normal life until the Blood War erupted between the countries of Crualevush and Tuawix. While from the outside, it appeared like a normal war, something much worse was afoot. IT turns out both sides had at least one Chronomancer who kept sending soldiers back in time to win lost battles. This turned the two countries into a displaced state when it no longer landed in any continuity. Armant was one of the soldiers that fought for Crualevush that kept being sent back in time. He became one of the few that could remember the other timelines. Remembering his past lives and deaths.
When the real impact of the war became apparent to the Chronomancers, a truce was drawn up to restart the war one last time. UNdo everything. Only ten per cent of the citizens from Crualevush and Tuawix remember the War happening at all. One of those was Armant. To remember a war that never happened. He couldn't bring himself to get a normal job, so he became a professional monster hunter. Left Crualevush to make a name for himself in the greater world.
Where do we stand on Robots/AI as sapient crew members? From their own planet, like Stel from the Green Lantern Comics, or Pablo from the Adventures of the Starship Coconut...
Yeah, but Old Gods are too powerful. They wouldn’t have Mortal Servants. They don’t need them.
But sure. Even though on account that being a Paladin would involve channeling divinity which is no longer around, they would have no magical abilities. They would be just some guy with a sword trying to start fights and do crime.
I’m gonna hesitantly say no. On account that Cthulhu would probably be more of an Old God than fitting in any Pantheon.


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


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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.


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