The Forgotten Path
Richard Simmons for Edwin (Protagonist)
Name: Edwin
Age: Mid-30s
Appearance: Rugged, with a weathered look that suggests years of outdoor exploration. He has a scruffy beard, sharp eyes that dart with curiosity, and practical attire—a weathered coat, sturdy boots, and a satchel slung across his shoulder.
Voice and Speech Pattern: Edwin speaks with a low, thoughtful tone, his voice steady but carrying a hint of weariness. His cadence reflects a person accustomed to solitude, choosing words carefully. When nervous or startled, his voice tightens slightly, but he quickly regains composure.
Personality and Demeanour:
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Curious: Edwin has an innate need to uncover mysteries, which often leads him into situations others would avoid. -
Resilient: While he’s not fearless, Edwin has a quiet bravery, pushing through fear to pursue answers. -
Empathetic: He feels a deep connection to the forgotten and abandoned, driven by a desire to understand the stories left behind. -
Reflective: A thinker by nature, Edwin’s introspective tendencies often surface in his dialogue, offering insight into his thoughts and emotions.
Backstory (Implied):Edwin’s past is hinted at through his demeanour—a traveller who has seen loss and hardship. His familiarity with survival and exploration suggests a history of searching for meaning or running from unresolved memories. This journey through the Forgotten Path aligns with his need to confront mysteries and perhaps his own inner demons.
Voice Reference:
Extra:
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[Scene: Edwin standing in the ruins of the chapel, holding the leather-bound book, shadows moving unnaturally around him.]
EDWIN(softly, reading aloud, his voice tinged with hesitation)“They bound the Watcher with their sacrifice... but the curse remains. It feeds, it grows.”
He glances around the dimly lit chapel, his voice lowering, more urgent as he continues.
EDWIN(to himself, quietly but resolute)So it’s not over. Not for them... not for me.
A low growl echoes in the shadows. Edwin grips the book tightly, his voice trembling but firm as he mutters:
EDWIN(whispering, defiant)If this is what it takes... then so be it.
- male adult
(to himself, firming his resolve) Okay, Edwin. Just... keep moving. Don’t think about it too much.
(tense, whispering, his tone steeling with determination) I’m not alone here.
(whispering, shaken, his tone contemplative) This village... they did something. Something they weren’t supposed to.
