Thursday, April 30, 2015
Friday, March 27, 2015
Board Test 1
Here is the first board test for my film.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2015
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Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Story Assignment
-A Boaring Sunday Morning-
Claude was running across an open meadow surrounded by a dense forest, seemingly enjoying the wonders of nature. Suddenly, the walls of the forest exploded, exposing a large forest boar charging towards Claude. As they made their way across the field, what was once serene and tranquil, quickly became broken and uprooted. Claude didn't mean for this to happen, he just needed to a warm place to crash for the night. Perhaps scoping out the boar's cave before overstaying his welcome would have been the wise choice, but it was too late, so now Claude's morning started with some exercise.
Claude was running across an open meadow surrounded by a dense forest, seemingly enjoying the wonders of nature. Suddenly, the walls of the forest exploded, exposing a large forest boar charging towards Claude. As they made their way across the field, what was once serene and tranquil, quickly became broken and uprooted. Claude didn't mean for this to happen, he just needed to a warm place to crash for the night. Perhaps scoping out the boar's cave before overstaying his welcome would have been the wise choice, but it was too late, so now Claude's morning started with some exercise.
He swiftly jumped through a small opening in the forest edge, escaping the openness of the meadow but that didn't stop the boar from going right through it. Claude knew he needed to think of something before he was trampled by that over-sized pig, so he tightly clenched his sword and made a left turn around a tree. The boar, not being able to register his move, tripped over its own hooves and toppled over, creating a thunderous crash and knocking over many trees in its path. Claude seized this moment and pulled out his mighty wooden blade; he ran straight towards the fallen beast and made his devastating strike.
He opened his eyes; he must have set his expectations too high because what he saw was not a slain beast, but rather, a very-much alive boar that was far angrier than before. In addition, the sword he so confidently wielded broke instantly upon striking the boar's skin. With the artillery power of half a sword, Claude gave a wide-eyed look at the boar, made a small apologetic giggle, and sprinted off.
Claude zipped through the crowded forest, the boar not far behind. He was leaping over shrubbery, swinging from branches, and curving around tree trunks trying to escape this monster, but it just kept pursuing him. With the pressure of being smashed into smithereens only 20 feet behind him, Claude made a sharp right and cut through a dense patch of branches. He found himself in a small hidden clearing, with tall grass covering the forest floor; in the middle stood an enormous rock, with rectangular, spike-like rocks pointing towards it's peak. A beautiful sword was lodged deep into the peak of the rock, exposing barely any of the blade between the crossguard and the crack in lay in. Panicked and rushed, Claude ran towards the rock and started climbing it towards its peak.
As he reached the top, the boar burst through the wall of the clearing and immediately beamed its eyesight at Claude. Claude got on his feet and made a large grin at the beast. He tightly gripped the sword handle and gave out a loud, obnoxious, " A-HA!", and with a mighty tug.......did not move the blade at all. His face went blank and he quickly looked up at the boar.
It did not look amused.
Again, he tightened his grip and with all the might in his body, he pulled on the blade and.......nothing. Claude gulped and peered up at the boar. It had enough, and fiercely charged towards the rock. At this point, Claude was doing everything he could to try to get the blade out but nothing prevailed. The boar's head smashed against the rock, nearly knocking Claude off. When he got back up, he noticed something: the sword had shifted slightly. The boar rammed it again, and rock was close to loosing its structural integrity, but the sword popped up further. Claude knew this was it.
As the boar backed up to make one final strike, Claude readied his hands on the handle of the blade. The boar dashed quickly and Claude clenched his eyes close. As its head cracked against the stone, Claude let out his loudest, most obnoxious, "AH-HAAAAA" yet, and the blade released from the stone.
As he wielded the blade above his head, he maniacally swung it in circles glaring madly at the boar.He lifted his head and noticed something odd. The blade was short. Like really short. It had to be only 6 inches at the most. Claude's brow furrowed in confusion, he started observing the sword from all angels to make sure he was seeing right. He then immediately dropped to the floor and started looking into the crack, expecting to find the rest of it trapped in there. But that was it, his saving grace was a sword shorter than a ruler.
The rock then crumbled to the ground along with Claude, leaving him in perfect site of the boar. Claude's mind was racing; he was shaking and sweaty and couldn't focus on getting out. The monster made it's way up to him, also realizing that this was the end for Claude. Without any hesitation or second thought, Claude screamed and threw his newly acquired butter knife at the boar's face, sticking it directly between it's eyes.
The boar fell quickly to the floor, landing just before Claude's feet. He jumped and fidgeted himself away from the corpse before realizing it lay dead before him. He gave it a few good pokes and immediately jumped to his feet and danced around in victory. He yanked the sword out of the boars forehead, put a smug grin on his face, and began to swing it haphazardly. The sword began to glow and with a bright shining light, grew an inch taller! Claude stared at his blade. The once 6 inch tall blade was now a spectacular 7 inch blade!
Claude understood what to do: his sword would grow with each monster he slays. A loud roar came from the outer depths of the forrest wall and his stern expression cracked a mischievous smile. He gripped is weapon, readied his equipment, and made a mad dash towards the thunderous howl.
-End-
Claude zipped through the crowded forest, the boar not far behind. He was leaping over shrubbery, swinging from branches, and curving around tree trunks trying to escape this monster, but it just kept pursuing him. With the pressure of being smashed into smithereens only 20 feet behind him, Claude made a sharp right and cut through a dense patch of branches. He found himself in a small hidden clearing, with tall grass covering the forest floor; in the middle stood an enormous rock, with rectangular, spike-like rocks pointing towards it's peak. A beautiful sword was lodged deep into the peak of the rock, exposing barely any of the blade between the crossguard and the crack in lay in. Panicked and rushed, Claude ran towards the rock and started climbing it towards its peak.
As he reached the top, the boar burst through the wall of the clearing and immediately beamed its eyesight at Claude. Claude got on his feet and made a large grin at the beast. He tightly gripped the sword handle and gave out a loud, obnoxious, " A-HA!", and with a mighty tug.......did not move the blade at all. His face went blank and he quickly looked up at the boar.
It did not look amused.
Again, he tightened his grip and with all the might in his body, he pulled on the blade and.......nothing. Claude gulped and peered up at the boar. It had enough, and fiercely charged towards the rock. At this point, Claude was doing everything he could to try to get the blade out but nothing prevailed. The boar's head smashed against the rock, nearly knocking Claude off. When he got back up, he noticed something: the sword had shifted slightly. The boar rammed it again, and rock was close to loosing its structural integrity, but the sword popped up further. Claude knew this was it.
As the boar backed up to make one final strike, Claude readied his hands on the handle of the blade. The boar dashed quickly and Claude clenched his eyes close. As its head cracked against the stone, Claude let out his loudest, most obnoxious, "AH-HAAAAA" yet, and the blade released from the stone.
As he wielded the blade above his head, he maniacally swung it in circles glaring madly at the boar.He lifted his head and noticed something odd. The blade was short. Like really short. It had to be only 6 inches at the most. Claude's brow furrowed in confusion, he started observing the sword from all angels to make sure he was seeing right. He then immediately dropped to the floor and started looking into the crack, expecting to find the rest of it trapped in there. But that was it, his saving grace was a sword shorter than a ruler.
The rock then crumbled to the ground along with Claude, leaving him in perfect site of the boar. Claude's mind was racing; he was shaking and sweaty and couldn't focus on getting out. The monster made it's way up to him, also realizing that this was the end for Claude. Without any hesitation or second thought, Claude screamed and threw his newly acquired butter knife at the boar's face, sticking it directly between it's eyes.
The boar fell quickly to the floor, landing just before Claude's feet. He jumped and fidgeted himself away from the corpse before realizing it lay dead before him. He gave it a few good pokes and immediately jumped to his feet and danced around in victory. He yanked the sword out of the boars forehead, put a smug grin on his face, and began to swing it haphazardly. The sword began to glow and with a bright shining light, grew an inch taller! Claude stared at his blade. The once 6 inch tall blade was now a spectacular 7 inch blade!
Claude understood what to do: his sword would grow with each monster he slays. A loud roar came from the outer depths of the forrest wall and his stern expression cracked a mischievous smile. He gripped is weapon, readied his equipment, and made a mad dash towards the thunderous howl.
-End-
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Character Development
Backstory: Claude is a kid who dreams of being a great knight after one day witnessing one courageously defeat a Forrest Giant. He decides to embark on a 5 year quest to better hone his skills in knightsmanship, and discover the secrets of the world. Equipped with a wooden sword and an eager heart, Claude sets off into the unknown to uncover his destiny. He is from the wealthy city of Irvindale, known for its merchants and wizards. His parents are farmers and sell produce to wizards.
Personality:
Positive: Brave, Eager, Kind, Ambitious, Driven, Curious, Generous, Funny, Strong-willed,
Neutral: Mischievous
Negative: Self-conscious, Naive, Stubborn, Over-thinks too much, Impulsive, Temperamental, Lacks skill
Sensitive,
Story:
One day, Claude was driving to the Forrest of Anguish and Sorrow. He decided to take the toll road because he didn't want to be late to slay the evil wizard that was patiently waiting for him. When he arrived at the booth, he reached into his pouch to pull out the necessary five bronze coins to open the gate- BUT ALAS! He found nothing in his money pouch. Concerned about the situation, Claude knocked on the booth window to find that no one was there! And empty booth! Nada! So what does Claude do.... Well, he doesn't want to be that guy who just avoids paying, but without any money he wouldn't be able to make it to the wizard! So in his frazzled state, Claude takes out a wooden plank and carves in a simple:
"IOU 5 BRONZE"
Claude made sure to try to catch the toll booth attendant on his way back or on another day. He was on his way to slay an evil wizard. And who knows, maybe that wizard has five bronze coins he's willing to spare.
Personality:
Positive: Brave, Eager, Kind, Ambitious, Driven, Curious, Generous, Funny, Strong-willed,
Neutral: Mischievous
Negative: Self-conscious, Naive, Stubborn, Over-thinks too much, Impulsive, Temperamental, Lacks skill
Sensitive,
Story:
"IOU 5 BRONZE"
Claude made sure to try to catch the toll booth attendant on his way back or on another day. He was on his way to slay an evil wizard. And who knows, maybe that wizard has five bronze coins he's willing to spare.
Monday, January 26, 2015
Five Ideas
Here are my 5 ideas along with some concept drawings.
1. Coo! The bird with Arms
This is an idea I've had for a little while now, focusing on a bird named Coo, who has arms and legs.
2. Traveling Knight who has a Fox
My most recent idea. This is about an arrogant kid who wants to be a great soldier but just lacks all the necessary skills.
3. Time Traveling Baby
The daughter of a wizard gets into her father's possessions and accidentally gets sent back in time. Wizard dad freaks out, hi-jinks ensue.
4. Vlad the Vampire
Not too much development on this idea. It bounces around this vampire who is narcoleptic and can only sleep during the night.
5. Dennis in America
Foreign exchange student Dennis finds himself lost in the big city, and gets by on his stubborn yet sweet personality.
1. Coo! The bird with Arms
This is an idea I've had for a little while now, focusing on a bird named Coo, who has arms and legs.
2. Traveling Knight who has a Fox
My most recent idea. This is about an arrogant kid who wants to be a great soldier but just lacks all the necessary skills.
3. Time Traveling Baby
The daughter of a wizard gets into her father's possessions and accidentally gets sent back in time. Wizard dad freaks out, hi-jinks ensue.
4. Vlad the Vampire
Not too much development on this idea. It bounces around this vampire who is narcoleptic and can only sleep during the night.
5. Dennis in America
Foreign exchange student Dennis finds himself lost in the big city, and gets by on his stubborn yet sweet personality.
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