[Character Design] Draft

Selected characters

Goofy: looks like Jesus, has a gentile character, 50 years old, loves fishing, lives on a tropical island but doesn't have many friends
Cleve: 156cm tall and has black hair, pessimistic(originally generous but changed for the sake of the story), 17 years old, likes to criticize others, lives alone in a forest(lets say that it is a forest on the tropical island that Goofy is living on and that he is not alone), and has a complex about his small eyes.


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     I was apparently born in a hospital in the center of a city called London. Well, thats what I've always heard as I grew up on this island. As long as I can remember, I lived on this island along with the village people. Seventeen years on this island was enough to make me bored. The tides seemed to be bothering the shore, the sunlight was excessively bright and the wind carried too much salt along with them. Other kids in the village used to and still make fun of me because of my small eyes, but I tell you over and over that it is because of the sun and the wind that demands me to squint at all times.

     The shore was littered by the sun, as always, but today I felt like walking the shore. The heated sand crumpled at my steps and the water slithered towards my feet. I never liked the saltiness of the tide and the way that they took the sand along with them. Nevertheless I continued to walk across the crescent of the bay, unintentionally nearing the reach of the tides.

      Walking endlessly along the shore, matching each step with the tides, I came upon a part of the shore that I had never bothered to approach beforehand. It was absolutely deserted for quite apparent reasons. The bay glittered way too much repelling the eyes of anyone who saw it. Even more, the distance between the forest and the water was awfully close and the chirping sounds of the birds and claps of the tide and the shore created a cacophony. Topping everything else, there was someone already there. To make the worse, if that was possible at all, the "someone" turned around.

     "Never expected that someone would come this far from the village, especially you Cleve", he said.
     "......", I didn't reply. I hated the way he called me as if he was my friend.
     "Just love this place, especially because its somewhere I can enjoy a time alone, but I wouldn't really mind it if you want to share this place. The sun set is just magnificent from this side of the island. It's quite different from watching the sun rise...its somewhat...hmm...", the guy rambled on.