Edgaaaaarrr Heatheringtooooooonnn

Mmf, I made up a big, nasty backstory for this little guy. I'm just gonna copypasta it from devART.

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Behold, my new character. I'm gonna type up a really big, tl;dr essay on him, explaining both sides of his origin, alright?

First, the technical side, the reasons I created him along with a little imaginitive side story to all that.

~let's-a go!~

A friend of mine, known here as DeathPenguin--13, or something, had taken note of my severe obsession with the forgotten hero of the Excellent Game, Psychonauts: D'Artagan. And my other obsession with the main character of the upcoming series on [adult swim], "Superjail!", known as the Warden.

He had suggested that I try combining the two boys into my own original character. I had scoffed at the idea at first. But the more I thought about it, the more appealing it became. So, a few days ago I had decided to start thinking. Here is where I change my thought process into a story, because it was entertaining.

Now, I had to get the imaginary equivalent of our DNA from the two imaginary characters, Dart and Warden. Both, since I have such a deep fascination with them, could be found in the world in my brain known as "Generica". So I had to find them and retrieve some Imaginary Neucleic Acid (INA, because I'm original[/sarcsm]) samples from them. Easy enough, getting some hair from them or something. I haven't exactly defined HOW I got it, so you can let your own mind wander.

After getting some of their genes, I got Pure INA; Imaginative juices that were not yet used in a character or idea. It's the stuff imaginative thoughts are made of. Any thing that requires a hint of imagination contains the stuff. Dart and Warden's genes were just there to influence it.

So the INA was combined, and the budding idea was placed in an artificial womb of sorts (Think Tank!) as I planned out what he'd be like. How he'd behave, what his life would be like, his looks, his personality...Everything.

Once satisfied with what I had chosen, I pulled it all together. And Edgar J. Heatherington happened.

How messy.



Now for his backstory! *stabs fingers* AARRRGH.

~Here we go!~

Edgar's last name is that of the man who allegedly invented the top hat. As you'll soon learn, (if you're still reading at this point. If so, congrats.) top hats play an important role in this little thing.

He comes from a rich and prestegious family. They were rich because they owned the largest top hat company in Generica. You see, top hats are very popular in Generica. (To give you an idea, think of denim jeans. Not everyone in Generica can wear pants, but they all have a head for a hat. Sometimes more than one head!) Edgar's father was brilliant enough to create amazing machines who were able to quickly make top hats to fill the demand. Normally, top hats had to be made by professional hatters, by hand, one at a time. But not with these amazing and complex machines.

Unfortunately, for the sake of eficiency, they had to rely on some old methods to create hats. One of which is the use of mercury to shine the hats. But thankfully, the mercury was only used in the factory. So the fumes never came into contact with anyone living.


Except Edgar.

He's a bright young kid, who is utterly fascinated by all kinds of clockwork and machinery. He has countless little robots and wind-up toys scattered about his room. So when he was introduced to the factory, he was absolutely entranced by the gigantic robotic devices. Before long, he had gotten into the habit of sneaking away and loitering around in the factory, completely unaware of the damage being done to his brain by the fumes of the mercury.

After a few years of slinking away to the insantiy-inducing factory, his parents had discovered him. Horrified, they realized that the drastic change in his behaviour and mood swings was not due to puberty, but brain damage done by the fumes. They quickly banned him from the factory and to avoid anything having to do with the facotry or that may have come in contact with the mercury. But the damage had been done. Their son now suffered from bipolar disorder. Mostly manic and happy, but prone to breif bouts of hate and anger.

The parents decided not to take action upon his problems. They didn't want their good name to be ruined if word got out that there was a "Mad Hatter" in the family.

So Edgar lives his childhood relatively happy. Eccentric, stared at, and avoided, but still happy.

His hobbies include taking things apart, reading, and being a sadistic little brat. And using his slingshot to sling marbles at people. He lost his marbles, and he'll take yours.

(For the people who don't get that: He'll drive you insane with his own insanity.)

Edgar, his story, and the art (c) Me, Shadoe 28, aka CtK

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I should look into becoming a writer as a possible career choice, shouldn't I?