[[ooc: Kojin is seen in the game MK Mythologies: Sub-zero as an un-named boss. He was guarding an amulet along with a wind god (who ended up being Fujin in future games), Earth god and Water god. The character is based from the Japanese Shinto god of Fire.]]
He had stumbled barely conscious off of the train, not knowing where he was and incredibly weakened. Something was horribly off. He felt out of place. Disconnected. Like he wasn't supposed to be here. Like he shouldn't be here. He tried to remember where he was before. Or what had happened. But everything was jumbled. Why did he feel so empty? So mortal?
Was he dead? Had he died??
But....he wasn't supposed to!
It had been pouring rain and it didn't take long for him to get drenched. Paying no mind to the fact that it caused steam to rise from him - he shambled into the empty train station...coming across the various posters and meager supplies. He was a tall man of what appeared to be east Asian decent. Dark bronzed skin and his hair, long dark and wild - hanging loose and halfway down his back. His clothing looked almost Chinese in style; tunic with a high collar, loose but comfortable pants. A wide sash around his middle. Though he had gauntlets and shin guards, and a tabard made out of some sort of silken material. His clothing was in colors of beiges, deep reds and oranges and edged in gold. A simple, conical straw hat was on his head, shading eyes that shone a glowing gold. Though they were much dimmer than they should be. Almost as dark as a mortal's.
"Ugh..." Taking the hat off, he rubbed his face in his hands. This was worse than that time he swore he had a hangover for like 50 years. It was incredibly hard for gods to get tanked - but he had managed it. He flopped un-godlike on one of the benches, leaning back with another muttered sound of discomfort before eyeing one of the posters on the wall next to him. Ruby City? The hell?? He squinted, blinked, then stared again.
"Tch....at least it's red." He muttered - thinking this must be some sort of ridiculous dream. Maybe he'd come out of meditation or drunken stupor...or whatever this was and he'd be back at the temple with his brother gods. Wait...something bad had happened....at least he thought?
Kojin, god of Fire | Mortal Kombat
He had stumbled barely conscious off of the train, not knowing where he was and incredibly weakened. Something was horribly off. He felt out of place. Disconnected. Like he wasn't supposed to be here. Like he shouldn't be here. He tried to remember where he was before. Or what had happened. But everything was jumbled. Why did he feel so empty? So mortal?
Was he dead? Had he died??
But....he wasn't supposed to!
It had been pouring rain and it didn't take long for him to get drenched. Paying no mind to the fact that it caused steam to rise from him - he shambled into the empty train station...coming across the various posters and meager supplies. He was a tall man of what appeared to be east Asian decent. Dark bronzed skin and his hair, long dark and wild - hanging loose and halfway down his back. His clothing looked almost Chinese in style; tunic with a high collar, loose but comfortable pants. A wide sash around his middle. Though he had gauntlets and shin guards, and a tabard made out of some sort of silken material. His clothing was in colors of beiges, deep reds and oranges and edged in gold. A simple, conical straw hat was on his head, shading eyes that shone a glowing gold. Though they were much dimmer than they should be. Almost as dark as a mortal's.
"Ugh..." Taking the hat off, he rubbed his face in his hands. This was worse than that time he swore he had a hangover for like 50 years. It was incredibly hard for gods to get tanked - but he had managed it. He flopped un-godlike on one of the benches, leaning back with another muttered sound of discomfort before eyeing one of the posters on the wall next to him. Ruby City? The hell?? He squinted, blinked, then stared again.
"Tch....at least it's red." He muttered - thinking this must be some sort of ridiculous dream. Maybe he'd come out of meditation or drunken stupor...or whatever this was and he'd be back at the temple with his brother gods. Wait...something bad had happened....at least he thought?
This day was turning out fantastic.