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Okay, expect a cs soon.
I did not join the first iteration, but I think I will join this time. How does a scholarly orc mage outcast sound? As in he left his tribe or was exiled as he was more interested in knowledge and learning about magic and the world than what his tribe wanted and ran into a scholar who helped him and became his mentor and has stuck with him ever since. That is the basic idea and does this work?
Gonna get my post up tomorrow at the latest
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1. Expected to follow standard site rules
2. No godmodding or powergaming or etc...
3. No OP characters
4. A max of two characters
5. Minimum of one paragraph
Overview
Pathfinder
The Pathfinder
Isaac bin Kamaal
Location: Central Park
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
"I think I love this city." A bold statement he made to himself as he took a break from jogging and was sitting down at a bench. Breathing hard but calmly as he rested. He was at the Bethesda Terrace, deep in Central Park, which was normally his break point.
While he has adjusted to living in the city that never sleeps, one thing he can say about it is that it has treated him well since coming here and opening his restaurant. Accomplishing his dream, and he has realized that he loves New York City for it. Isaac smiled as he watched people walk by and take pictures of the area. He is happy, and so far, nothing has happened to take him off this happy high he has had since the success of his restaurant.
"What else can this city give me, I wonder," said softly to himself as he smirked. This is New York City, after all, and the possibilities are endless. He made his dream a reality here, and maybe he can find more.
Then he checked his watch, and it was time to finish his jog. So, with a deep breath, he got up from the bench and, after some light stretching. Isaac went back to jogging and headed in the direction of his apartment. Today is going to be a good day, he can feel it.
Santa Fe High School is a place like other high schools. It is currently holding its first high school reunion of the class of '17. Set near the anniversary of their graduation, May 25th. Here, the reunion organized by some of its former classmates is in full swing. While most of the high school remains the same. Its cafeteria has been decked out with decorations and a large banner that says, class of '17 above the stage in front of the cafeteria with plenty of snacks on nearby tables and white cloth, and relaxing music is playing in the background. It was filled with people, talking and eating with their former classmates.
It may not be much for some, but for the organizers, it is good enough. But it is here that former students reminisce about what some say were the good old days, especially the times before Covid 19. Others were happy with their place in the world and would cheerfully talk about their lives and future. But for some others, their lives after high school have been lackluster. They do not live their lives the way they want and are discontent.
But for these few, a chance to do something more with their lives will present themselves. They just need to act on it and see where it takes them.
Should I have even come here? Wyatt thought to himself regretfully as he stood near a corner of the gym. Snack in hand and eating some chips. Wearing a normal grey T-shirt and jeans. He had talked to some of his former classmates and had some good conversations with them. But he ultimately had to lie about his current job, since what would they think if the rich kid is working as a low-level clerk at the local Sam's Club and not at some high-paying job? Probably not good, and at least his siblings are not here, or things would get bad for him.
He still remembers what his parents said to him after dropping out of the University of New Mexico. When you get your act together, we will be waiting for you and set you back on the right path. Is it really the right path for me or just another way to control my life? Wyatt bitterly thought as he chewed his chips and continued to people-watch.
Then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly to try not to think about them. This is supposed to be a good time for him, but so far. He is just lying about himself and getting reminded of his current state.
Wyatt sighed, at least the food was good snack-wise, and he got to see some old friends. Most of his friends moved out of Santa Fe after high school and he kinda fell out of contact with them one by one as the years went by. It is sad, but it is just life, and right now, Wyatt is just content to eat where he was, and who knows. Maybe another old friend pops up or someone else he can talk to and get past what is your job part fast.
It may not be much for some, but for the organizers, it is good enough. But it is here that former students reminisce about what some say were the good old days, especially the times before Covid 19. Others were happy with their place in the world and would cheerfully talk about their lives and future. But for some others, their lives after high school have been lackluster. They do not live their lives the way they want and are discontent.
But for these few, a chance to do something more with their lives will present themselves. They just need to act on it and see where it takes them.
Wyatt Matthews
Santa Fe High School
2:00 PM
Santa Fe High School
2:00 PM
Should I have even come here? Wyatt thought to himself regretfully as he stood near a corner of the gym. Snack in hand and eating some chips. Wearing a normal grey T-shirt and jeans. He had talked to some of his former classmates and had some good conversations with them. But he ultimately had to lie about his current job, since what would they think if the rich kid is working as a low-level clerk at the local Sam's Club and not at some high-paying job? Probably not good, and at least his siblings are not here, or things would get bad for him.
He still remembers what his parents said to him after dropping out of the University of New Mexico. When you get your act together, we will be waiting for you and set you back on the right path. Is it really the right path for me or just another way to control my life? Wyatt bitterly thought as he chewed his chips and continued to people-watch.
Then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly to try not to think about them. This is supposed to be a good time for him, but so far. He is just lying about himself and getting reminded of his current state.
Wyatt sighed, at least the food was good snack-wise, and he got to see some old friends. Most of his friends moved out of Santa Fe after high school and he kinda fell out of contact with them one by one as the years went by. It is sad, but it is just life, and right now, Wyatt is just content to eat where he was, and who knows. Maybe another old friend pops up or someone else he can talk to and get past what is your job part fast.
Actually, it looks like either tomorrow or Tuesday for the IC.
So with that last cs, we are ready for the ic, which I will post sometime over the weekend.
For anyone who wants to join or is interested. There is one spot left if anyone wants it.
For anyone who wants to join or is interested. There is one spot left if anyone wants it.
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