Since the other villager backstory topics are over a month old, I don't want to risk bumping them. So I made a new villager backstories topic. I'll start with one I just made up. Keep in mind, this is my first time doing this.
Avery the grey desert eagle was born on February 22, 1958 (I'm going in human years), in Henderson, Nevada near Lake Mead. His family is not only part of the Mohave Native American tribe, but they are also descendants of the Aztec tribe. They moved to Phoenix, Arizona in 1964. It was there that he graduated from high school in 1975 (having skipped 6th grade due to high grades) at age 17. He spent the next three years at the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico, graduating in 1978, at the age of 20.
In 1980, Avery moved to Los Angeles, California and opened a successful art store focusing on Aztec art and other Native American tribes. While living in L.A., he developed a fascination with audio production and equipment. So in 1988, just after his 30th birthday, he closed up the art store and moved once again, this time to Chicago, Illinois, and opened up an audio equipment store. Unfortunately, this venture was not as successful, and the store went out of business in late 1993 after operating for five years. Luckily, Avery is not one to sit around and mope about failure, and quickly began planning his next enterprise.
Never one to stay in one place for very long, in 1995, Avery left Chicago and relocated once again, now to New York City, this time opening a shop focusing on Native American culture, including artwork and music (a lot of which he created himself). Business was slow at first, but within a few months, business started to pick up thanks to great word of mouth from customers. Not only that, but many of the city's museums took interest in his artwork, and paid to have it displayed in their museum.
By 2002, the store was earning between $7 million and $8 million per year, when both customer sales and museum payments are included. In fact, the shop was such a success that Avery, now in his mid 40's, soon had trouble keeping up with demand. He quickly hired additional staff members, mostly other Native Americans, to help him make more artwork to satisfy demand. And he made sure to pay them handsomely for their efforts and give them due credit where it was due.
2013 was the year that Avery decided to retire. It was fun working where he got paid for doing what he loved to do. But now, at age 55, he could no longer keep up the rigorous daily pace. So he sold his interest in the shop to his faithful employees who continue to run the thriving business today. By now, Avery had a net worth of around 70 million bells, and had also donated close to 30 million bells to various charities.
Finally, in January 2015, Avery decided to settle down and moved out of New York City (after living there for 20 years) and into a small village called Westerly. You can see where his Western heritage comes into play, in the way he designed the interior of his modest house, including a desert mural, a small wheat field, and a coach wagon.
Avery the grey desert eagle was born on February 22, 1958 (I'm going in human years), in Henderson, Nevada near Lake Mead. His family is not only part of the Mohave Native American tribe, but they are also descendants of the Aztec tribe. They moved to Phoenix, Arizona in 1964. It was there that he graduated from high school in 1975 (having skipped 6th grade due to high grades) at age 17. He spent the next three years at the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico, graduating in 1978, at the age of 20.
In 1980, Avery moved to Los Angeles, California and opened a successful art store focusing on Aztec art and other Native American tribes. While living in L.A., he developed a fascination with audio production and equipment. So in 1988, just after his 30th birthday, he closed up the art store and moved once again, this time to Chicago, Illinois, and opened up an audio equipment store. Unfortunately, this venture was not as successful, and the store went out of business in late 1993 after operating for five years. Luckily, Avery is not one to sit around and mope about failure, and quickly began planning his next enterprise.
Never one to stay in one place for very long, in 1995, Avery left Chicago and relocated once again, now to New York City, this time opening a shop focusing on Native American culture, including artwork and music (a lot of which he created himself). Business was slow at first, but within a few months, business started to pick up thanks to great word of mouth from customers. Not only that, but many of the city's museums took interest in his artwork, and paid to have it displayed in their museum.
By 2002, the store was earning between $7 million and $8 million per year, when both customer sales and museum payments are included. In fact, the shop was such a success that Avery, now in his mid 40's, soon had trouble keeping up with demand. He quickly hired additional staff members, mostly other Native Americans, to help him make more artwork to satisfy demand. And he made sure to pay them handsomely for their efforts and give them due credit where it was due.
2013 was the year that Avery decided to retire. It was fun working where he got paid for doing what he loved to do. But now, at age 55, he could no longer keep up the rigorous daily pace. So he sold his interest in the shop to his faithful employees who continue to run the thriving business today. By now, Avery had a net worth of around 70 million bells, and had also donated close to 30 million bells to various charities.
Finally, in January 2015, Avery decided to settle down and moved out of New York City (after living there for 20 years) and into a small village called Westerly. You can see where his Western heritage comes into play, in the way he designed the interior of his modest house, including a desert mural, a small wheat field, and a coach wagon.
Nobody wants to approach him because of his grumpy face but that's because he works part-time every day after school to help feed his family nuts and pay for his mother's hospital bill so he never really has time to play. His only escape from reality is at lunch where he sits alone in a corner and sketches magnificent pieces of clothing designs. Buck the bully comes to him one day at lunch and grabs Marshal's sketchbook and says "what are these? these look like girl drawings you're weird!" and crumples Marshal's sketchbook papers. Buck and his squad leaves laughing. Marshal tries to uncrumple his latest fashion design. His latest design was the denim vest. One of his dreams is to design the vest and wear it. One day walking home after school he meets Gracie, the famous fashionista! He was shocked! She is his fashion idol! Gracie spots him out of the corner of her sunglasses. She gestures Marshal to come toward her, "come here cute boy". Marshal shyly walks over. Marshal: "Y-yes..Gracie! I am one of your biggest fans". Gracie: "I want you to model for my newest outfits that will be releasing this spring!". Marshal is in awe. Then he remembers about his ill mother. Marshal says, "sorry Gracie..but..I have something to take care of. I can't afford to model unless it pays me 50,000 bells." Gracie says, "money is not an issue for me! I'll give you a million bells if you model for me sweet thang!" Marshal blushes and says, "wow! a million bells..but I want to do something I've been wishing for all my life." Gracie says, "What is that?". Marshal says, "I want to design my own vest!". Gracie says, "well do you have an idea of what it will look like?" Marshal says, "Yep! Here's my sketchbook!". Gracie says, "No problem! I can help you with that". Marshal became a famous model and his signature look was his denim vest. After becoming a bellionaire, Marshal wanted to live in a peaceful place, away from the city. An advertisement was on the billboard - "Paris the city of love looking for a new villager! Come today!". Marshal knew where he was going to go at that moment. He booked the train and when he arrived at Paris, he met Suzy. They became best friends! Marshal smiles and dances with her! They lived happily ever after in Paris!
