History
Unfortunately for you, Yokai's history revolves around me, Daemon. Sucks to be you. Whatever. Anyways, I guess I should get started. I don't like these computers, too bright. Too boring. Okay. Now I'll sta- no wait hold on, gonna eat something....alright. Now we're good.
Yokai isn't that old, not three hundred years. When I was kicked out of my homeland in Sparta, I was adopted by the two brothers, Remus and Romulus. Now I'm sure you've seen that creepy statue with the wolf and two 'romulus and remus babies' under it that looks so awkward and wrong. It's a lie. They were actually werewolves. Not raised by a wolf. Anyways, they adopted me, and we wandered the globe together. Remus had a brilliant idea one day. We'd seen our other friends die, because they were faeries, or nekkos, or anything else. It sickened us. We decided, with our combined power, to make a dimension. A place where humans couldn't get in, a sanctuary for monsters. Or a prison. Monsters can come here to be safe from humans, but monsters are also taken here to keep the human population safe as well. We created Yokai, the size of Earth, maybe larger, with one great continent with all sorts of different environments. A huge sea as well. Everything went wrong after that. Romulus killed Remus for power, and made himself headmaster of the academy. And imprisoned me. I don't want to brag when I say this, but I'm extremely powerful. And back then, I was young. I didn't know what was going on. Or what a despicable being I truly was. He kept me here, and made me the protector. If someone's in trouble, I HAD to protect them at all costs. Even if it meant my life. Yokai was lonely. For about two hundred years, I was forced to wander the woods, alone, no contact with the outside world, or anyone else. Finally, FINALLY, people started coming in. More and more. Life was good again. I had people to talk to once more. All good things must come to an end, I guess. Bad Wolf. A group of humans hellbent on getting rid of monsters. And guess who started it? That's right. Romulus. They terrorized Yokai, and finally destroyed it. I had to create a new Yokai, and kept Romulus out of it. Eventually. And by eventually, I mean two hundred years later. Sorry. I didn't want to go back. And now we are at the present. Bad Wolf is still out there, but they aren't as active as usual. We have a new, better academy, with my friend Melody as headmaster, and my brother Ryu as a Druidry teacher. And, now I'm going to save this, and throw this stupid Mac thing into the lake. Farewell, goodbye, whatever floats your boat. Good riddance.
Yokai isn't that old, not three hundred years. When I was kicked out of my homeland in Sparta, I was adopted by the two brothers, Remus and Romulus. Now I'm sure you've seen that creepy statue with the wolf and two 'romulus and remus babies' under it that looks so awkward and wrong. It's a lie. They were actually werewolves. Not raised by a wolf. Anyways, they adopted me, and we wandered the globe together. Remus had a brilliant idea one day. We'd seen our other friends die, because they were faeries, or nekkos, or anything else. It sickened us. We decided, with our combined power, to make a dimension. A place where humans couldn't get in, a sanctuary for monsters. Or a prison. Monsters can come here to be safe from humans, but monsters are also taken here to keep the human population safe as well. We created Yokai, the size of Earth, maybe larger, with one great continent with all sorts of different environments. A huge sea as well. Everything went wrong after that. Romulus killed Remus for power, and made himself headmaster of the academy. And imprisoned me. I don't want to brag when I say this, but I'm extremely powerful. And back then, I was young. I didn't know what was going on. Or what a despicable being I truly was. He kept me here, and made me the protector. If someone's in trouble, I HAD to protect them at all costs. Even if it meant my life. Yokai was lonely. For about two hundred years, I was forced to wander the woods, alone, no contact with the outside world, or anyone else. Finally, FINALLY, people started coming in. More and more. Life was good again. I had people to talk to once more. All good things must come to an end, I guess. Bad Wolf. A group of humans hellbent on getting rid of monsters. And guess who started it? That's right. Romulus. They terrorized Yokai, and finally destroyed it. I had to create a new Yokai, and kept Romulus out of it. Eventually. And by eventually, I mean two hundred years later. Sorry. I didn't want to go back. And now we are at the present. Bad Wolf is still out there, but they aren't as active as usual. We have a new, better academy, with my friend Melody as headmaster, and my brother Ryu as a Druidry teacher. And, now I'm going to save this, and throw this stupid Mac thing into the lake. Farewell, goodbye, whatever floats your boat. Good riddance.