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Garrett the Cursed

I am Garrett. I am starting on a personal journey to see that I become the next ruler of kings. This is important to me, as I feel that this is what my life has been leading me to so far.

I am 5 9, with short brown hair that looks as if it has not been combed in ages. My friends think this is funny, as it has a mind of its own. Ive got green eyes, and I normally wear casual clothing that is always slightly soiled from all the time I spend outdoors.

I love nature, and spend a lot of time out in it. I am a little afraid of magic and I prefer to be straightforward about the way I solve problems. I feel that I lack tact, and for the most part, I have gotten myself in trouble just by saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

My friends have given me the nickname of Garrett the Cursed, because, I am lucky that my mouth has not gotten me in trouble. They think that is is funny that I exacerbate things by trying to talk my way out of it.

I think that problems can be solved without violence but sometimes, it is necessary. I believe a kingdom should have a strong army, and enough to eat. I feel that people will respect you more if you provide them with their needs and not your own desires.

I look forward to what awaits me.

Cursed Garrett

Advisor Description

The first time Garrett met Bartholomew, he was just a child, playing in the forest. Garrett had gotten lost, and unfortunately, was attacked by wolves. Just when he thought that his life was over, Bartholomew came to his aid. After promising to be more careful, Garrett was escorted home.

At the time, Garrett did not know that he had been following his progress as he grew. It was only when Garrett found his true calling that his advisor made himself known. At first, Garrett was confused, but when he realized who it was he had met, Garrett felt glad, knowing that he had a friend in an otherwise cruel world.

Bartholomew is tall, gangly in appearance with shaggy brown hair. His figure is not at all imposing and he has a sense of calm about his person, having fought and seen many battles. He recognized the inner strength that Garrett himself could not see, and as such, took a liking to him, since Garrett reminded him of his own childhood.

Garrett the Cursed Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

Message to Advisor

I've learned a lot over the course of the day! I spent a lot of time in the tavern, observing the locals, and inquiring about jobs. I also was able to work on the docks, fishing with the other fisherman. I find fishing is really relaxing--it gives me time to think and I also enjoy talking with the others. I brought some armor, and learned about the different professions around town.

I also spent some time visiting the Palace of Parody and playing this gross burlesque game--Bloody Bunny. I failed miserably at that. I didn't enjoy that in the least. In addition to that failure, I also decided to take on an assignment given to me by the town artist. I was supposed to paint something for the tavern. I tried it twice! Both times, they didn't like my painting. I will admit, my feelings were a little hurt, but painting is not something I do well.

However, not all of my day was mired in misfortune. The biggest triumph for me was the assignment I had gotten from Stefan. I was tasked on catching this large fish. At first, I was pretty skeptical, I wasn't sure if I would get lucky, especially after my running misfortunes, but I was tasked to catch a large fish, and I did it. It was a fighter, I was sure that I would probably end up with a snapped fishing line. It was almost a little sad to see a creature fight so hard and lose, but it was also inspiring, in a strange sense.

I hope that tomorrow will be better for me. I am determined to train as best I can, before I set out into the world, truly.

Cursed Garrett

Reflections on your mother

Today was a long day, but it also brings to mind my dear mother. She was a wonderful woman. I miss her terribly, and to be truthful, there is a hole in my heart from where she resided. I am reminded of her where ever I go--the wind in my hair, the way someone laughs, even in the way she loved cats.

I spend a lot of time worrying about doing her proud. After today, I don't feel like I did her proud at all. I failed horribly--save the catch of the day, the giant fish. I wonder if when I was born, she knew that it would be so discouraging? Only she would know that.

I wish I had taken the time to talk to her more. I was always in such a rush to grow up that I never quite figured out how to appreciate her company. I'm sure she's watching over me now, but it makes me sad to know I essentially wasted the time I had with her.

I'm not giving up, but I hope that I can do her proud. It's really the least I can do for her. Thanks mom, for always supporting me.