Well, well, well, Starfire. Am I glad you asked:
My little character is 2 years old (going on 2½), has dark brown hair, dark blue eyes and glasses. He still uses a pacifier and bottle, sleeps in a crib and sits in a highchair. His wardrobe usually consists of: a standard T-shirt (personal faves being pea-green, pastel purple, blue-and-white striped, raglan (any two colors), and any of his favorite characters), black sandals, and—of course—diapers (thick, plastic-backed disposables only—namely, Ultra Pampers for Boys '89 with Disney Babies designs—but then again,
any brand will do. And before you ask, no, he's not potty-trained—and has no desire to be). Other times, he might wear denim shortalls, blue shorts with red waist and legs, or red sneakers with white laces, tongues and heels. When sleeping, he always wears short character pajamas (bottoms optional, depending on the weather). He also wears a silver/red/blue/green snowsuit in winter, and blue and gold tie-dye trunks when swimming in the summer.
He's smart, kind, caring, playful, loving, optimistic and rambunctious yet well-meaning like any toddler/older baby—complete with everything he could ever want: he's got lots of little friends (a majority of whom are still in diapers, like him—as well as imaginary cartoon friends too), lots of toys to play with (he's especially fond of: playground equipment/soft play structures, blocks, cars and trains, coloring, making/listening to music (he's got very eclectic tastes, like I do), talking toys (e.g. See 'n Say), dolls/stuffed animals, video (and board) games, dressing up, water/Nerf gun fights, and just running, waddling or crawling around the room), all sorts of cartoons to watch on TV (particularly Nick Jr., PBS Kids, and the occasional game show or anime), lots of nummy, nummy food to eat (burgers, pepperoni pizza, chicken nuggets, spaghetti with meat sauce, and tater tots are high on his list, yet he
is willing to try new foods at least once—and his favorite snack is Barnum's Animals Crackers and apple juice), and a very, VERY vivid imagination—all of which he's willing to share with others. But most of all, he loves being tickled, cuddled, raspberried on the tummy, and having his diaper changed.
His favorite stuffie is a chocolate labrador dog, aptly named Bosco—one of the many (mind you, I said many) stuffies and plushies he keeps in his crib.
The only thing he
doesn't have is a mommy and daddy willing enough to take him in. True, he was brought up by two such loving parents—but they hardly ever had time for him, thanks to their ever-demanding jobs (and people around or close to them who lost no opportunity to give them such a hard time about their having him). And one day when my character was half a year old, it all came crumbling apart: mommy got laid off her job for no reason, while daddy was fired unceremoniously from his (with no severance pay, even). They took that whole ordeal so badly that in the end, they felt as much as they loved him with all their hearts, the thought of having to raise their little one in such an uncaring, unforgiving world as theirs was too much to bear. With no other choice, they collected all his belongings, furniture and all (as well as a two-year supply of diapers they won in a contest that was a fluke), packed up the car, and left home to go around town to see who could take him in. Naturally, nobody the parents met would understand them in all their hemming and hawing, because they were more concerned with their own problems than him. Just when it seemed all was lost, they found an old house which looked to be in surprisingly good shape. There they dropped my character and all his stuff on the big front porch, penned a "please look after this baby, thank you"-type note to whoever lived there, gave him a last hug and kiss each, and fled off into the night, never to be seen or heard from again. Months later, he woke up hoping someone would surely come home to that house and notice him. What he didn't know was that nobody actually lived there, despite being fully functional, so after a few knocks, the only thing to do was go in. He reached up and turned the knob and pushed the door open—by some quirk of nature, it hadn't been locked all that time! So in he went, and made himself at home. Of course, that left a void of someone who could care for him and love him unconditionally. And good sitters who came to visit were far and few between—technically, he was receiving some love after a long while, but for some reason the thrill just wasn't there. Luckily, having discovered an open book about robots and machinery, and many hours of toddling, house-exploring, tinkering and fiddling later, thus was born... M.O.M.M.Y.: the Maternally-Operational Module for Maintaining Youth, a sort-of-robo-nanny who to this day caters to his and his friends' every need: diaper changes, mealtimes, hugs, lullabies, baths, you name it!
Now, he has a handful of adult friends who share his fantasies, too—but there are many who act as if they could do without him (based loosely off of past teachers, caregivers and YMCA counselors I've had and random strangers I've had scrapes with in my childhood) and are more than a challenge for him to get along with. And since his old mommy and daddy didn't get along well with people in the world that much, my character has a major pet peeve—he can't
stand being yelled at out of frustration, pulled or grabbed hard, falsely accused of something he didn't do (remember, he means well no matter what), tattled on, or pretty much bulldozed by some other adult(s) in the near vicinity. So taking his old parents' grievances to heart, he decides to trick whoever's tormenting him into trouble instead (sort of like Baby Bink in
Baby's Day Out)—in short, putting him in his place when he
already knows it? It's your funeral. Of course, that doesn't mean he won't abandon any fellow little who's about to come to similar harm as him, being the caring and smart toddler he is. He'd practically risk his neck for any little!
So, in summary, he's somewhere in the same vein as Starfire's AND Wuggle's LC. He's an amalgam of:
Baby Gulliver, from the
Rupert episode, "Rupert and the Giant"
Tommy, from
Rugrats
Tugs and Hugs, from the
Care Bears franchise (as well as all the Care Bear cubs)
and
Rosie, from
A Troll in Central Park