You’re an average Doe. On weekdays you’ve got a 9-5. On weekends you see friends. Tuesday is free pizza with bowling, and every other Saturday Goodwill has half off prices. But in your spare time? Well ... you’re “hobby” could be described as a bit more than just ‘unusual.’
You’re that wise ‘old’ mentor to young adult protagonists as they make their way quietly saving the world and beating the odds, overcoming personal trials - with your advice playing a key part, of course. Someone’s gotta do it, right?
Maybe “hobby” isn’t the right word. You wouldn’t exactly be doing it if you didn’t HAVE to. You’ve got a chosen destiny too after all. It just so happens that while others are destined as Chosen Ones for the next Alien attack, or secret underground magic army waiting to conquer the world - you’re the ‘wizened mentor.’
Sometimes you pop in, offer fortune cookie advice, then pop out. Other times the kids seem to be struggling, so you telepathically resend your message at the climax of their trials, voice echoing in their mind. That trick is also great for ordering take out ahead of time when you’re running late. Once or twice the main character gets you to tag along for a little while longer, and that can be fun ... ( you have to fake your death after those, because now they’re Emotionally Attached, and you make better motivation fuel dead than alive. )
( ... you try not to let that hit your self-esteem for a few days after ).
Lately you’ve been bringing knitting projects along. You figure, if they’re gonna call you old, you might as well act like it. And you want an actual hobby sometimes too. No hard feelings though. Not anymore at least. You’ve settled in. Watching everyone else save the world brings less jealousy and self-doubt, and more pride that at least you’re a small part of that.
You’re the wise ‘old’ mentor.
Many protagonists cross your way, each with a different personality and a different path - all leading to the same destination.
And you? Well you’ve got your own things going on. Your best friend invited you to their kid’s music recital, and you think it might actually be good. You real job feels like it’ll promote you any day. You got a turkey strike last week. You just bought a new pair of needles at Goodwill that was practically a steal. Too bad you can’t even knit a glove without it looking more like an oven mitt.
Yeah. You’re ... you’re good ...
- Who are you kidding, you’re this close from becoming the villain yourself. But ... - you think you might know just the McGuffins to help you do it.