Basically, I'm asking what your headcanons are. We all know villagers have gotten progressively blander and more RNG as the series has gone on. While it's disheartening, I wanted to know if any of you guys have filled in the gaps with your own headcanons. I'm curious to see how we all personify our villagers in different ways. You know, little details and stories you've come up with over your time playing that bring your animals to life beyond their pre-coded personalities.
Here are some standouts from my current residents:
Dobie
His full name is Robert, but he prefers Dobie.
He's a solitary older guy. He's been an islander his whole life, barring a brief stint of a few years spent on the coast (he came back for Welcome Amiibo). While solitary by nature, he's very open and considerate, if a bit curmudgeonly. He can also become quite the crank at times, but he never means to offend.
He's so used to island life that he probably can't even sleep without the white noise of the waves beyond his window.
His diet comprises of dried, pickled, and preserved fruits and fish. His favorites being mackerel and sun-dried peaches. He's definitely the type of elder who'd get on you to eat some weird, shriveled up fungus claiming that it's panacea. It may taste like tar and charcoal but he may be on to something.
I imagine he's in his 60s. Not so old that he needs a carer, but he's certainly starting to feel his years. He gets around just fine, but sometimes I'm a bit worried when I find him lifting weights out in front of his house or catch him asleep standing up on the beach. Still, he's a rather spry and has many years ahead of him.
Vivian is his only granddaughter. They live on the same island but she's so busy she hardly has time to keep tabs on him. Which is fine by him, since he's no helpless old man! He's not over the hill yet!
Filbert
Filbert wanted to be an astronaut as a child, to soar among the stars and find out if the moon was really made of green cheese. Unfortunately, astronaut academy has height requirements and poor Fil just didn't measure up. No matter, as you don't need height to pretend to be among the stars. That's his loophole.
He's in his early twenties, but forever a kid at heart. He's kind of the kid of the town, everyone's little brother. While his neighbor Dom hates being babied for his adorable appearance, Fil absolutely adores it. He totally plays up his cuteness. Probably a bit too often, coming across as immature and ditzy despite being a (diminutive) adult man. Especially when he pouts.
He's got an affinity for the whole space aesthetic, though a more toyish than the gorgeous swirling galaxy aesthetic that's popular nowadays. He loves bright blue, full moons that look like sugar cookies, rocket ships, and twinkling cartoon stars. Fun fact: His adult home is an almost perfect recreation of his childhood bedroom.
Filbert and Sherb are best buds. They get along fabulously because Filbert loves outer space and Sherb is totally a space cadet.
Now if only his bestie could stay awake for more than 15 minutes at a time.
Dom
His full name is Dominic, but only his Maa calls him that.
Dom looks deceptively swole because he's a ram, but underneath all that downy wool is a rather slight frame. He's insecure about it, so be sure to validate his fluffiness any time he asks. Or even begins to ask. Or before he even asks. Especially since he's so sensitive. Remember, he's not small - he's solidly packed. Muscle is denser than wool!
He's a ruminant, but he doesn't eat like a sheep. His gains require a big appetite and could probably eat any lazy villager under the table. Soybeans for protein (bro-tein, he calls it), oranges for calcium, and veggie kebabs for fun keep him strong. Takes him ages to get through a meal on account of his tendency to chew the cud. Or as he puts it, his jaw routine.
Dom's the middle child of brothers. His fitness journey was born out of no longer wanting to be the smallest and lightest of his siblings. Ironically enough, they all look near-identical. You probably couldn't pick Dom out of a lineup.
Jacques
He's a wash-up. He spent most of his university years DJing at parties intending to move on to 'bigger and better things' once his music career took off. Those bigger and better things never came (K.K. Slider just STAYS famous, hardly any room for new acts), so now he just composes the occasional track or records a song or two here and there. It keeps the lights on and bells in his purse, but the quiet life is far from the fantasies of critical acclaim and recognition he wanted for himself in his youth. Oh well, as long as he sings very loudly for whoever will listen, his life doesn't have to be so quiet.
He's around 35-ish, but he's babyfaced (chickfaced?) so he gets away with telling others he's in his mid-20s. When Brewster returns, he'll finally be able to return to his mostly coffee diet. He'll also get to go back to trying to convince the pigeon to let him perform at The Roost. Just once? No? Okay, maybe next week then.
He's self-absorbed, but nice. Spends most of his non-singing time in his own head dreaming of what could have been. Light conversation will pull him back down to earth for the moment, but Jacq will forever be the almost-famous guy, going on about record deals he almost secured, or the gigs that almost put him on the map. His name may never be on the full-color flyers, but so long as he has a song in his heart he's gonna keep singin' it.
Here are some standouts from my current residents:
Dobie
His full name is Robert, but he prefers Dobie.
He's a solitary older guy. He's been an islander his whole life, barring a brief stint of a few years spent on the coast (he came back for Welcome Amiibo). While solitary by nature, he's very open and considerate, if a bit curmudgeonly. He can also become quite the crank at times, but he never means to offend.
He's so used to island life that he probably can't even sleep without the white noise of the waves beyond his window.
His diet comprises of dried, pickled, and preserved fruits and fish. His favorites being mackerel and sun-dried peaches. He's definitely the type of elder who'd get on you to eat some weird, shriveled up fungus claiming that it's panacea. It may taste like tar and charcoal but he may be on to something.
I imagine he's in his 60s. Not so old that he needs a carer, but he's certainly starting to feel his years. He gets around just fine, but sometimes I'm a bit worried when I find him lifting weights out in front of his house or catch him asleep standing up on the beach. Still, he's a rather spry and has many years ahead of him.
Vivian is his only granddaughter. They live on the same island but she's so busy she hardly has time to keep tabs on him. Which is fine by him, since he's no helpless old man! He's not over the hill yet!
Filbert
Filbert wanted to be an astronaut as a child, to soar among the stars and find out if the moon was really made of green cheese. Unfortunately, astronaut academy has height requirements and poor Fil just didn't measure up. No matter, as you don't need height to pretend to be among the stars. That's his loophole.
He's in his early twenties, but forever a kid at heart. He's kind of the kid of the town, everyone's little brother. While his neighbor Dom hates being babied for his adorable appearance, Fil absolutely adores it. He totally plays up his cuteness. Probably a bit too often, coming across as immature and ditzy despite being a (diminutive) adult man. Especially when he pouts.
He's got an affinity for the whole space aesthetic, though a more toyish than the gorgeous swirling galaxy aesthetic that's popular nowadays. He loves bright blue, full moons that look like sugar cookies, rocket ships, and twinkling cartoon stars. Fun fact: His adult home is an almost perfect recreation of his childhood bedroom.
Filbert and Sherb are best buds. They get along fabulously because Filbert loves outer space and Sherb is totally a space cadet.
Now if only his bestie could stay awake for more than 15 minutes at a time.
Dom
His full name is Dominic, but only his Maa calls him that.
Dom looks deceptively swole because he's a ram, but underneath all that downy wool is a rather slight frame. He's insecure about it, so be sure to validate his fluffiness any time he asks. Or even begins to ask. Or before he even asks. Especially since he's so sensitive. Remember, he's not small - he's solidly packed. Muscle is denser than wool!
He's a ruminant, but he doesn't eat like a sheep. His gains require a big appetite and could probably eat any lazy villager under the table. Soybeans for protein (bro-tein, he calls it), oranges for calcium, and veggie kebabs for fun keep him strong. Takes him ages to get through a meal on account of his tendency to chew the cud. Or as he puts it, his jaw routine.
Dom's the middle child of brothers. His fitness journey was born out of no longer wanting to be the smallest and lightest of his siblings. Ironically enough, they all look near-identical. You probably couldn't pick Dom out of a lineup.
Jacques
He's a wash-up. He spent most of his university years DJing at parties intending to move on to 'bigger and better things' once his music career took off. Those bigger and better things never came (K.K. Slider just STAYS famous, hardly any room for new acts), so now he just composes the occasional track or records a song or two here and there. It keeps the lights on and bells in his purse, but the quiet life is far from the fantasies of critical acclaim and recognition he wanted for himself in his youth. Oh well, as long as he sings very loudly for whoever will listen, his life doesn't have to be so quiet.
He's around 35-ish, but he's babyfaced (chickfaced?) so he gets away with telling others he's in his mid-20s. When Brewster returns, he'll finally be able to return to his mostly coffee diet. He'll also get to go back to trying to convince the pigeon to let him perform at The Roost. Just once? No? Okay, maybe next week then.
He's self-absorbed, but nice. Spends most of his non-singing time in his own head dreaming of what could have been. Light conversation will pull him back down to earth for the moment, but Jacq will forever be the almost-famous guy, going on about record deals he almost secured, or the gigs that almost put him on the map. His name may never be on the full-color flyers, but so long as he has a song in his heart he's gonna keep singin' it.
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