I have written up a character history for my character, a necessary chore before writing a screenplay. I also added cheeky little sketch of my character that may the be final design.
The main character is a toy and like many toys, way never given a name. He was handmade and painted by and old toymaker in the early 1910's who never replicated any of his designs and is as such, unique. He is basic in design like so many toys of the time, and was sold to a young girl. He was one of the favourites and so was full of life, far more than the rest of his fellow toys. When no human was around they would observe their surroundings, making new discoveries. Being of a simple nature they knew nothing of the world and so everything they saw was a new discovery, which made everything very interesting and made the toys (especially our hero) very inquisitive. When he slept, he slept with all the other toys (unless his owner was being particularly messy and leaving them all out) in a bright blue toy box littered with yellow stars and moons. He lived this happy life for five years before he was played with less and less as his owner grew up. He was cast aside like many other toys into the toy box which was opened less frequently all the time until eventually the lid never rose again.
He now lives in the same place he has lived for years, in an old dusty toy box in an attic which has laid untouched for many years. Our protagonist was once one of the favourites, which shows on his body as he is covered with scratches and the paint worn from overuse. Around him are all his old companions, also toys, who now no longer have the ability to move like he has. The longer they were all ignored, the quicker their life began to diminish as one by one they eventually just stopped moving leaving our protagonist the only one alive, and his time is almost up.
Our heroes only memory is of a young girl who used play with him often. Being of a basic nature, our hero has no idea that the young girl he once knew has long since grown old and forgotten about him. And so he sits and waits for the roof of his cage to open, letting in a flood of light and restore the life of him and his companion toys.
He now lives in the same place he has lived for years, in an old dusty toy box in an attic which has laid untouched for many years. Our protagonist was once one of the favourites, which shows on his body as he is covered with scratches and the paint worn from overuse. Around him are all his old companions, also toys, who now no longer have the ability to move like he has. The longer they were all ignored, the quicker their life began to diminish as one by one they eventually just stopped moving leaving our protagonist the only one alive, and his time is almost up.
Our heroes only memory is of a young girl who used play with him often. Being of a basic nature, our hero has no idea that the young girl he once knew has long since grown old and forgotten about him. And so he sits and waits for the roof of his cage to open, letting in a flood of light and restore the life of him and his companion toys.
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