take two
♠ Character Info
Name: Andy Davis
Movie/series: Toy Story
Year/Position: College Year 1
Non/Speaking Animal/Companion(if any): none
Powers: none
Canon history: http://pixar.wikia.com/Andy_Davis
AU history: Everything that happened in cannon happened in the AU until post movie.
He drove from Middle America to New York, where he’d been accepted in one of their colleges. It was a long drive, but he was used to staying up for days at a time for his high school exams and thought he could get there without sleeping.
He was right, though that turned out to be not such a good thing.
He got to the college, went to his dorm and passed out on his new bed just as the Mist rolled in.
Andy remembers just enough to not panic when he thinks back on it. People (hall monitors, he guessed) ran in and dragged him out, telling him about an emergency evacuation. He was to exhausted to figure out where he’d parked and was forced onto a bus out of the city.
Nobody spoke much, and he couldn’t call home to see if they were okay. He distracted himself by comforting a tearful little girl he found himself sitting next to.
(He can’t remember what she looked like, or what they played and said.)
He got home after three days, the bus breaking down several times on the way, and had little desire to leave for months after he got there.
Until he got the invitation.
Andy thought it was a hoax-a mouse headmaster? Seriously?-and ignored it until he got another. He was a bit desperate at that point. All the other colleges were closed or considering. After he looked it up online, finding from multiple sources that yes, it existed, and it was the only place with defenses from the Mist as well.
Seeing no other option, he decided to go to try for his education. And he hopes that maybe, somehow, he’ll be able to help stop it.
Personality: Kinder than your average teen, Andy believes in helping people. Even when pestered by his younger sister and her apparent enthusiasm that he’s leaving, he doesn’t hesitate when helping her out, which accidentally sets the events for Toy Story 3.
He grew up in a good environment, and doesn’t have an action-packed past, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because he can think objectively about dangerous or unhealthy situations that others with skewed pasts might not think about, and he can listen to others’ problems without having to worry about flashbacks of past trauma. A curse because no matter how calm he can keep himself, he hasn’t been exposed to the worst parts of the world firsthand and might not make the most rational decisions during stressful situations.
He’s not an argumentative sort of person, although he can stay firm when he believes in something important-however, when his feelings are compromised or vague, he can be peer-pressured into doing things he wouldn’t normally do on his own.
He’s very patient and good with children, aspiring to be an author of children’s books or an elementary school teacher. His interactions with Bonnie, gaining her trust so quickly and playing with her without reluctance at the end of Toy Story 3 counts as an example of this.
He knows how important the childhood years are, and he’d like to have a positive impact on younger generations.
He’s extremely organized for his age and harbors an extra strong helping of fear and loathing for the Mist’s memory-altering effects (reasons why detailed in the ‘fear’ section below).
As he’s just gotten into collage, he’d like to concentrate more on his studies than on getting into any kind of romantic relationship.
Greatest Fear: Ever since his favorite toys happened to vanish during a stressful time-even though he found them a few days later-Andy developed a kind of neurosis about losing things. He managed to get out of it being the things he owned, but he still has a deep-seated terror over losing that which he considers parts of himself-namely, his memories. He has minor anxiety attacks, like when he forgets a childhood name or where he puts his pencils, hence why he’s so organized (and could remember the names and personalities of toys he hadn’t played with for nearly a decade).
What are your plans with this character?: I’d like to have him develop a bit more backbone and a familiarity with the bizarre. And torment character development to give him more personality.
♠ Writing
Third person writing sample:
“Look, I gotta go. Don’t-don’t worry, Mom. Yes, it’s safe. I’ll be fine,” Andy said again. He’d lost count around the sixth time, and that had been nearly an hour of conversation before.
“Alright, Andy. Just-be careful. And call at least twice a week.”
“Okay, Mom. I will, I promise.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too, and send some to Molly.” He snapped the phone shut.
Fastening the thick blue coat around himself tighter, he stared up. And up. And up.
Andy didn’t have many other options. The colleges he’d applied to were either lost in the Mist or were considering closing just in case.
Well. He said he was going to do this a hundred times-to himself, to his sister and mother-why was he hesitating now?
Absentmindedly, he pulled out the crumpled invitation from his jeans, creases well-defined from the amount of times he’d un- and re-folded it.
This Academy was apparently run by a giant mouse, for one thing. He’d thought it was a hoax before he looked it up online, and even then he’d called the tram stations to see if there was really such a place. It seemed impossible, and yet…
He glanced at the paper again, then tilted his head back and continued staring at the massive island floating in the sky. Wind lashed at his face, but he didn’t-couldn’t give the pain it was causing the attention it probably needed.
He didn’t particularly fear heights, but that- How’s that even up there? Did that ‘Mickey’ build it? Can it fall? He’d heard that collage could seem surreal, but this was flat-out insane.
Pushing the trolley along in front of him, he stepped onto the gondola. He shut his eyes and took deep breaths as it jolted, then slowly moved upwards.
Not going there would be even more dangerous. They were supposed to have defenses, after all, and his slight brush with the Mist in New York had been horrible enough.
It could spread. It was close enough to Middle America that…He would ask the Headmaster if his sister and mother could come and stay. And that sweet little Anderson girl who promised to take care of his toys and her family, them too. Definitely…
He opened his eyes and stared out at the land and sky and sea, watching everything change as the sun set. He was halfway there already.
All he could do was hold the trolley’s handle tighter and fight the vertigo.
First person writing sample:
[A video clicks on, revealing a teenager…standing on a luggage trolley like it was an oversized skateboard. He’s shivering in a hoodie and looks a tad unnerved. Probably a side affect of going to a new academy on a giant floating island.]
Um, hey. I’m Andrew Davis-pretty new here.
[His voice gets a little softer as he wonders how many people might be watching.] Sorry if I’m interrupting any classes, but… [He turns the communicator, and the view shifts to Goofy Stadium.] I’m not sure where the dorms are. If I could get some directions or a map, I’d be grateful. [He hadn’t been paying attention where he was going when he left the Transit Center a while ago, and after rolling around for a bit had no idea which way to go. As a result, he’s mildly embarrassed.]
[help the new kid out, y/n?]
Name: Andy Davis
Movie/series: Toy Story
Year/Position: College Year 1
Non/Speaking Animal/Companion(if any): none
Powers: none
Canon history: http://pixar.wikia.com/Andy_Davis
AU history: Everything that happened in cannon happened in the AU until post movie.
He drove from Middle America to New York, where he’d been accepted in one of their colleges. It was a long drive, but he was used to staying up for days at a time for his high school exams and thought he could get there without sleeping.
He was right, though that turned out to be not such a good thing.
He got to the college, went to his dorm and passed out on his new bed just as the Mist rolled in.
Andy remembers just enough to not panic when he thinks back on it. People (hall monitors, he guessed) ran in and dragged him out, telling him about an emergency evacuation. He was to exhausted to figure out where he’d parked and was forced onto a bus out of the city.
Nobody spoke much, and he couldn’t call home to see if they were okay. He distracted himself by comforting a tearful little girl he found himself sitting next to.
(He can’t remember what she looked like, or what they played and said.)
He got home after three days, the bus breaking down several times on the way, and had little desire to leave for months after he got there.
Until he got the invitation.
Andy thought it was a hoax-a mouse headmaster? Seriously?-and ignored it until he got another. He was a bit desperate at that point. All the other colleges were closed or considering. After he looked it up online, finding from multiple sources that yes, it existed, and it was the only place with defenses from the Mist as well.
Seeing no other option, he decided to go to try for his education. And he hopes that maybe, somehow, he’ll be able to help stop it.
Personality: Kinder than your average teen, Andy believes in helping people. Even when pestered by his younger sister and her apparent enthusiasm that he’s leaving, he doesn’t hesitate when helping her out, which accidentally sets the events for Toy Story 3.
He grew up in a good environment, and doesn’t have an action-packed past, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because he can think objectively about dangerous or unhealthy situations that others with skewed pasts might not think about, and he can listen to others’ problems without having to worry about flashbacks of past trauma. A curse because no matter how calm he can keep himself, he hasn’t been exposed to the worst parts of the world firsthand and might not make the most rational decisions during stressful situations.
He’s not an argumentative sort of person, although he can stay firm when he believes in something important-however, when his feelings are compromised or vague, he can be peer-pressured into doing things he wouldn’t normally do on his own.
He’s very patient and good with children, aspiring to be an author of children’s books or an elementary school teacher. His interactions with Bonnie, gaining her trust so quickly and playing with her without reluctance at the end of Toy Story 3 counts as an example of this.
He knows how important the childhood years are, and he’d like to have a positive impact on younger generations.
He’s extremely organized for his age and harbors an extra strong helping of fear and loathing for the Mist’s memory-altering effects (reasons why detailed in the ‘fear’ section below).
As he’s just gotten into collage, he’d like to concentrate more on his studies than on getting into any kind of romantic relationship.
Greatest Fear: Ever since his favorite toys happened to vanish during a stressful time-even though he found them a few days later-Andy developed a kind of neurosis about losing things. He managed to get out of it being the things he owned, but he still has a deep-seated terror over losing that which he considers parts of himself-namely, his memories. He has minor anxiety attacks, like when he forgets a childhood name or where he puts his pencils, hence why he’s so organized (and could remember the names and personalities of toys he hadn’t played with for nearly a decade).
What are your plans with this character?: I’d like to have him develop a bit more backbone and a familiarity with the bizarre. And torment character development to give him more personality.
♠ Writing
Third person writing sample:
“Look, I gotta go. Don’t-don’t worry, Mom. Yes, it’s safe. I’ll be fine,” Andy said again. He’d lost count around the sixth time, and that had been nearly an hour of conversation before.
“Alright, Andy. Just-be careful. And call at least twice a week.”
“Okay, Mom. I will, I promise.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too, and send some to Molly.” He snapped the phone shut.
Fastening the thick blue coat around himself tighter, he stared up. And up. And up.
Andy didn’t have many other options. The colleges he’d applied to were either lost in the Mist or were considering closing just in case.
Well. He said he was going to do this a hundred times-to himself, to his sister and mother-why was he hesitating now?
Absentmindedly, he pulled out the crumpled invitation from his jeans, creases well-defined from the amount of times he’d un- and re-folded it.
This Academy was apparently run by a giant mouse, for one thing. He’d thought it was a hoax before he looked it up online, and even then he’d called the tram stations to see if there was really such a place. It seemed impossible, and yet…
He glanced at the paper again, then tilted his head back and continued staring at the massive island floating in the sky. Wind lashed at his face, but he didn’t-couldn’t give the pain it was causing the attention it probably needed.
He didn’t particularly fear heights, but that- How’s that even up there? Did that ‘Mickey’ build it? Can it fall? He’d heard that collage could seem surreal, but this was flat-out insane.
Pushing the trolley along in front of him, he stepped onto the gondola. He shut his eyes and took deep breaths as it jolted, then slowly moved upwards.
Not going there would be even more dangerous. They were supposed to have defenses, after all, and his slight brush with the Mist in New York had been horrible enough.
It could spread. It was close enough to Middle America that…He would ask the Headmaster if his sister and mother could come and stay. And that sweet little Anderson girl who promised to take care of his toys and her family, them too. Definitely…
He opened his eyes and stared out at the land and sky and sea, watching everything change as the sun set. He was halfway there already.
All he could do was hold the trolley’s handle tighter and fight the vertigo.
First person writing sample:
[A video clicks on, revealing a teenager…standing on a luggage trolley like it was an oversized skateboard. He’s shivering in a hoodie and looks a tad unnerved. Probably a side affect of going to a new academy on a giant floating island.]
Um, hey. I’m Andrew Davis-pretty new here.
[His voice gets a little softer as he wonders how many people might be watching.] Sorry if I’m interrupting any classes, but… [He turns the communicator, and the view shifts to Goofy Stadium.] I’m not sure where the dorms are. If I could get some directions or a map, I’d be grateful. [He hadn’t been paying attention where he was going when he left the Transit Center a while ago, and after rolling around for a bit had no idea which way to go. As a result, he’s mildly embarrassed.]
[help the new kid out, y/n?]