Heffridge Trumpler Brompet Heffalump, IV!
Dec 10, 2010 22:57:39 GMT -5
Post by lumpyyy on Dec 10, 2010 22:57:39 GMT -5
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charrie basics.[/ul][/font][/i]
age: 6 - 7 in human years
species: A Heffalump
birthplace: The Hundred Acre Woods
movie: Pooh's Heffalump Movie
title: Lumpy-bumpy-dumpity-bump!
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why: I'm not that good at roleplaying, at least, I don't think so. But my friend told me to give it a shot. I thought that Lumpy would be an easy start for me, seeing as how I could base some of his actions off of my little brother, who's almost 7 right now. Besides, I fell in love with the little guy when I first saw the movie.
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charrie appearance[/ul][/font][/i]
facial description/mood expressions: Almost 100 percent of the time, you will be able to find little Lumpster here smiling from ear to ear. If he is sad or angry, his eyes will fall, as will his ears, tail, and trunk.
clothing style: Sometimes, a hat. Sometimes, a rope around his neck. Other times, just his skin.
body build: Lumpy's a chubby one, alright. Much like that of an elephant, he has a somewhat round stomach, a slender trunk, and wide feet and legs. But hey, some of it's baby fat!
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Not really.
any unique traits (optional) : He's purple. And utterly adorable.
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But that's not to say that he doesn't have his moments of weakness. He has his fears, his meltdowns, his moments of insecurity, just like everyone else. If threatened, betrayed, or hurt, he will begin to tear up, and even lash out with his voice at others. Well, what did you expect from him? Violence? No way! He's simply a child. He would never dream of hurting anyone, for fun or not.
history: He'd always known his mother, and never strayed too far. He would always return as soon as he heard her call for him.
That all changed, however, once he met Roo.
Lumpy's new little friend convinced him to leave the woods and come meet his friends. Unknown to him at the time, Roo had just wanted to prove to the others that he was grown up. With a rope tied around his neck, Lumpy followed him happily, singing all the way. Or did Lumpy lead him? Oh, the questions...
Well, convinced he was, after a short pep talk, that the creatures on the other side of the fence weren't scary. However, after a little adventure and some fast friend bonding, Lumpy realized that he had to get back to his mother. Who they couldn't find right then. And then came the waterworks, and then he got captured by Rabbit, Pooh, Piglet, and Tigger. Eeyore too, but he was just carrying the stuff. The little Heffalump then yelled at Roo for lying to him. All was made up when Roo released him from the cage that was holding him.
After his mother rescued Roo, Lumpy declared that the little kangaroo was his best friend. They built a fort, went trick-or-treating on Halloween, and explored their home together. They were basically inseparable.
Inseparable, that is, until he was lured away by some rumpledoodles... And now, he's here... Wherever here is...
ambitions: Have fun. Find his friends. Find his mom.
strengths && abilities: His call. His trunk. His size.
flaws: His size. Easy to frighten.
likes: Rumpledoodles. His friends. Playing with Roo.
dislikes: Getting lost. Scary things. His friends in trouble.
fears: Tigger's Halloween stories. Spookables. Being without Roo. Getting lost.
what makes this character unique: Lumpy's unique in many ways. First, how often do you see a purple elephant running around with a kangaroo? Not often, I would think. Second, he's so full of child-like innocence, it makes him a bit different.
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"Roooo?" A little purple Heffalump wandered through the park, though he wasn't very little compared to the humans that made way for him. They didn't mind, though. They actually enjoyed having him there.
Lumpy, on the other hand, didn't like being there. At least, not without Roo. Or his mum.
They all looked kind of like Christopher Robin, in a strange way. All the same basic features, but different hair, or different eyes. It was starting to give him a headache.
"Rooty Tootie?" he tried again, louder. The sun was beating down on the poor thing. He needed to go for a swim soon, or get into the shade. But first, he promised himself, he'd find someone he knew.
His normal smile was quickly diminishing as he caught no sign of any of his friends. Raising his trunk into the air, he let out his call, loud and clear. Lumpy then perked his plushy ears, listening for a reply. Nothing, not a single Heffalump-like noise fell upon his ears.
Oh, why'd he have to go into that old house after that plate of rumpledoodles? He should have listened to his mum and come home straight away. Sitting down on his haunches, Heffridge Trumpler Brompet Heffalump, IV sniffed a few times, his dark eyes beginning to water. Bringing up a large arm, he wiped his eyes. No, he wouldn't cry.
But he really missed his mum. He missed his friends. He missed home.
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