Post by Ize on Mar 27, 2024 23:04:55 GMT -5
Ize would sigh as he stood on the sidewalk , his head craned up looking at the Highrise before him a single box of his belongings hold out Infront of him. many feeling welled up inside ize , hate , depression , confusion all directed inward at himself , as the baylif took the last of his furniture and tossed it out.
the front doors of the apartment complex swinging open , the items landing at his feet ize would look down at the remains of his tattered buisness degree amongst a pile of sopping wet clothes and splintered wood from his bed. His eyes would begin to water lightly as he turned on his heel and began walking down the street. He had truly lost it all no company , no family ,no income , no place to live.
He would wander for some time settling on buss stop , he didnt know where he was going or even what he was going to do. He was for all intents and purposes a desk jockie a man of the pen not of the sword , he couldnt join the military not as weak as he was now. 'and with my recent failure no company would take me under wing! am i destined to be profesional hobo!?!' he would think to himself as he sat alone , his pride crushed as a few stray tears began to fall dowm his face "h..how humiliating" he would mumble to himself.
To say he was reviled with his current circumstances would be an understatment , his only hope was to find a job that would over look his failings or see if the military could use him behind a desk seeing as he didnt know the first thing about fighting.
the front doors of the apartment complex swinging open , the items landing at his feet ize would look down at the remains of his tattered buisness degree amongst a pile of sopping wet clothes and splintered wood from his bed. His eyes would begin to water lightly as he turned on his heel and began walking down the street. He had truly lost it all no company , no family ,no income , no place to live.
He would wander for some time settling on buss stop , he didnt know where he was going or even what he was going to do. He was for all intents and purposes a desk jockie a man of the pen not of the sword , he couldnt join the military not as weak as he was now. 'and with my recent failure no company would take me under wing! am i destined to be profesional hobo!?!' he would think to himself as he sat alone , his pride crushed as a few stray tears began to fall dowm his face "h..how humiliating" he would mumble to himself.
To say he was reviled with his current circumstances would be an understatment , his only hope was to find a job that would over look his failings or see if the military could use him behind a desk seeing as he didnt know the first thing about fighting.
PL: 12,000
Traits:Supremecy, Durability, Indestructable, Wealthy, After Market Contacts,
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Battle Items:
Consumable Items:
Passive Items:
WC: 286
Traits:Supremecy, Durability, Indestructable, Wealthy, After Market Contacts,
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Battle Items:
Consumable Items:
Passive Items:
WC: 286