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Name:
Virgil Siegfried Holst
Nicknames:
Gil
Gender:
Male
Age:
33
Position:
Actor - self-explanatory, teehee.

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Appearance:
A stark 6'3" and weighing at 188 lbs, Virgil is the embodiment of a confident individual, with a snarky attitude to boot. Charming, dashing, everything you could ever want in a man.

'Cept, not really.

From a bystander's point of view and seeing him on the big screen and in photos inside magazines, he's a man who stands as if he demands attention. Like he's gonna reach out and grab you by the collar, slam you up against the wall, and proceed to emasculate every part of your being. Wide gait, authoritative, 'I'm taking up all this space' kind of stance, and piercing blue eyes to boot; and that smile is to die for, with all those pearly whites shiny in the blinding supernova of camera shots. Sharp jaw, sharp nose, and sharp hair. The latter not literal, but something of equal importance to his ensemble. Decked out in mostly fashionable suits or designer wear whenever in large public gatherings, but that's not what garners the attention he usually gets. The award winning smile of his and such well kept hair—obsidian bangs bouncing just above eye level in a feathery bunch that looked as if he attempted to sweep it to the side multiple times, in vain—are enough to make his fans weak in the knees. Slicked back on the sides, displaying the main attraction of his features like a pair of sparkling Valentino suits in a windowsill, there's nothing quite he values more in aesthetics than his hair. A fierce gaze and a figure sculpted out of the finest marble demands attention, seizes it, and never lets it go. With a presence like his, it's hard not to look at him, either with raging contempt and jealousy, or admiration that leaves you breathless and drooling. (Does not account for the number of people who consider him bland looking and not at all attractive; every dichotomy is a false dichotomy, sadly)

To top it all off, Virgil is nothing at all what he seems. A raging goofball with a propensity to fall on tied shoelaces, Virgil builds up the hope that he's the knight in shining armor waiting to sweep a fair maiden off her feet and promptly obliterates it. He doesn't just tear it down—he takes an atom bomb to it and then proceeds to burn whatever's left of it to ashes. Outside of anything professional, red carpet highlights or actual movies, Virgil is a disaster waiting to happen. In fact, he has more blooper reels of his mishaps and mistakes than Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker do in all of the Rush Hour movies combined. That charming smile turns into a wide, sheepish grin that knows just what the hell it did to that ten thousand dollar camera and the wide set gait of his turns into a pair of jumbling feet attempting to retrieve the footing it lost. Messy and kind of unkempt, the only thing that remains of the dashing young(ish) lad in that movie is the hair. But, he isn't a slob nor is he gross beyond measure, just clumsy to an incredible degree and goofy more or less 90 percent of the time he's off camera... and maybe 20 to 50 percent of the time the camera's rolling. And not only that, but his once deep set and smooth as molasses voice goes up an octave and is filled with 'oops,'s, 'I'm sorry,'s, and 'pardon me,'s to an ingratiating degree and rolls off his tongue faster than most people can comprehend.

His mother has no idea what some of his coworkers are talking about, though.

"That goofball of mine is a bundle of adorable waiting to explode. It just so happens he explodes onto the most expensive things these days—at least he cleans up after himself and pays for it. You should have seen him when he was a kid," thick Minnesotan accent filled with only words of endearment a mother could come up with. Especially since she's not known the mercy of a well-balanced child who's ruined more china sets than a bull in that idiom people use to describe disastrously graceless individuals.

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Personality:
Well, what more is there to explain?

Bright-eyed and bushy tailed, it's hard to tell if he's willingly ignorant because it truly is blissful, or if he really understands what goes on around him and is just that resilient. Regardless, Virgil treats his life like a movie just waiting to be filmed and his lack of seriousness tends to make him hard to work with, purely because it's like telling a child with ADHD to sit still—the problem being that he is afflicted with ADHD, not diagnosed for so long because of a slightly ignorant mother. Of course, when all of the goofing off has flown overhead and he's exhausted himself of it, Virgil more than makes up for the lack of work by double timing it. By enveloping himself in his work space and melding into a role; it's like staring at a different person when he acts, as if he's truly brought that person alive and into the real world. The transformative process isn't because he sees something out of the role that others don't, that he garners a message that a character is somehow portraying, and he certainly doesn't look into a role so deeply that he can pull some out of it that suddenly 'makes sense'. He acts well because he understands what acting is at its base form, aside from all the technicalities, the intonations, the facial features, the body language, the subtleties; none of that truly matters at the simplest. It's pretending, make believe, becoming a different person and bringing that world to life for others to enjoy and escape. Of course, he can't take a role and suddenly become it because understanding doesn't make his contract or talent void of any work—he just knows how to amplify and become a role he's given to a degree, without any attachments. It's art to him, it's his passion, and it's painfully obvious in the way he works. All the technicalities seem to coalesce under a specifically honed skill and innate talent, but most of all a kind of ardor unique to Virgil.

A fellow who either makes loyal friends, or livid enemies. He portrays a very amicable person, maybe a little too friendly for some people and possibly someone who may seem like he has ulterior motives. Of course, about 99% of the time, he doesn't have a motive other than to cavort around like a complete idiot and tool. Loud, boisterous, completely unaware of the volume of his voice off-camera, Virgil is an obtrusive individual who intends to poke too deeply into another person's life and personal space. It's a degree of curiosity that comes off as rude, more than anything else, but he mostly has good intentions and is just a little overly friendly and may not get the hint most people tend to drop. It's not odd for people to drop the 'annoying,' adjective, which is the politest term used to describe him, in regards to how they feel about him, but again, either he's extremely resilient or truly just that ignorant.

Life is a roller-coaster, and there's really no way around that. Just like anyone, Virgil has his highs and lows, except he just responds differently to the stress in his life. Being in the spot he is in and doing the job he does is truly something worth being happy for. He looks at his life as if he was the luckiest guy in the world and, in a sense, he kind of is. Completely contradicting his previously boisterous attitude, in solitude Virgil is a guy of an odd calmness who, more or less, is a kid completely worn out from a day of nothing but running and doing things only someone stupid or young would do. Virgil is just as happy with a bowl of ice cream and a good movie as he is with a bottle of beer and a raucous crowd. It just takes some time and a nice place to wind him down enough for the moment his actual ADHD decides to completely exhaust him and further entice him with the offer of relaxation. In saying that, not many people know the quieter, more thoughtful side of Virgil and it says a lot about how he really feels about those he deems friends. There's a special kind of person that really gets to know the deeper side of Virgil and it's not the random stranger in a pub or on the sidewalk.

So, yeah, Virgil is willingly ignorant in public and truly resilient all around. He knows his way around the business side of a movie, knows the themes surrounding certain areas and the ideas that plague the thoughts of the average human being. In all honesty, he simply doesn't care enough to bog his life down with the same plague like thoughts that stress the population. He's got a life unlike any other and he knows it. He doesn't rub it in people's faces, but he does relish in the fact that he's just a tad different and will continue to do so until it either comes crashing down or ends with him in his own grave. There's nothing wrong with enjoying life. But, then again, he'd probably enjoy rolling around the deep green, grassy fields of his home town, forgetting the hustle and the bustle of city life and preferring the quiet lights of the stars overhead over the flashing mob of paparazzi. A guilty pleasure of his usually surrounds the fact that, in all its irony, Virgil, above all else, soaks in the rapture of the rural country, rolling green far off into the horizon. Peace in the flourish of a busy life is like a bastion waiting to be unfurled and savored. Not the passion that's of the calibre acting is to him, but take movies away, and there's nothing he'd love more.

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History:
From tiny farm in Minnesota to the large expanse of bustling Los Angeles. It didn't stat out necessarily the way a tragic story would, with a kid who's past is riddled with hardships left and right. Virgil had an ordinary life, was one of those kids who wished upon a star when they were little, but left any dream of being a princess and astronaut with their youth. You know, moved on to being an accountant for a big business firm or maybe just a local grocer destined to live in their small town forever. There was no pity in that because life there was easy, to some degree, and not filled with the glitz and glamour of Hollywood, or the backstabbing pain and mask wearing of the entertainment industry. Roll with the punches, but don't forget to lash back in the most vindictive way possible. Scandals galore. But, the scandals of small town Minnesota were trivial in comparison.

"Charlie didn't go to church on Sunday!" insert a multitude of gasps.

"Did you know Betsy's son is gay?" insert more gasps.

They were tossed behind your back and forgotten the next meet 'n greet because they didn't really matter when facing the person up front. Most people knew scandals weren't what made the person; scandals were for entertainment purposes, so they were either so blase that talking about it wouldn't affect the person's reputation one bit or just things knowing blown out of proportion because their soul purpose was to start a chat. Everything was taken at face value and most of the people in his town were honest, maybe a little brutally so, but they didn't fuss or complain about each other. The town was so small, neighbors knew neighbors across the other side what should have been called a village. Rumor mills weren't used to garner as much money from a 'who slept with who' story and no one made it out to be anything more than fun. You went to church on Sunday, school or work the rest of the days, went to family outings on Saturdays, went to the football games on Fridays, and simply lived your life. There was nothing more to it. And when you grew up, you'd move to the next house over and raise your family on the intrinsic values you grew up with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Virgil grew up with those ideals, made through life like the kid next to him and folded into the mold set by his small town society and his parent's ideals. Sure, he had his dreams, every kid did. His were just tailored more toward being an actor than a princess or an astronaut; not many kids liked to watch movies and then reenact them for his parents. Not many kids begged for tap shoes and wanted to be a different iteration of Clark Gable every time Halloween came around. Kids usually dropped their dreams around adolescence, preferring the rudimentary and mundane life of a teenager in the middle of nowhere. There was no way to improve on the talent that he possessed aside from the continuous putting on a show for the parents when he came around to hitting puberty. To his father, it was about time to stamp out any hopes of being a star and time to take up a shovel and start working a real job. The doe-eyed, proud of my son look that never seemed to escape his mother's features had more in mind than throwing Virgil's dreams out the window. Naive and just wanting what was best for her child, she fostered his passion more so with the lessons she piled onto her paycheck so far from the town it took about two hours to and from the place. Not only that, but she past the point of no return when, without consent from his father, took him to New York to see what was all the rage on Broadway.

That was it. There was no going back then. The glint in Virgil's eyes were long past returning to the safe, humdrum of farm life. This was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, however long or short that would be. It excited his mother, even if she had no inkling of a clue as to how to get him there. You give a woman who hasn't a clue of how something work talent beyond measure and she'll tell you it's pretty good. Not fantastic, not revolutionary, just good. That's what she had with Virgil, that's what the whole town had with Virgil. Not a single soul knew of the paramount of brilliance tied up in that little mind of his, tap dancing and singing and acting to his hearts content as if he hadn't just hit the jackpot. Who knew a six year old kid could match a powerhouse like Freddie Mercury in pitch and range and could dance the toes off the instructor? Well, maybe not exactly; there was a lot of untapped potential in Virgil that just needed the right push. He wasn't a child prodigy, by any means, but he had more talent in his pinky finger than a lot of people.

So, getting into one of the most prestigious schools wasn't that big of a surprise. Well, maybe not from where he is now, but then it was like he needed to pinch himself every few minutes to see if he was still awake. Virgil made his big break at Julliard, was in numerous productions before he went on further to audition for The Light in the Piazza and snatched the supporting role of Fabrizio Naccarelli. And then further went on to be cast in numerous other musicals and a play before finding himself in Hollywood a few years later. Finally, still young enough and certainly with the looks to do so, he scored a large role on the elusive Catcher in the Rye (is currently being scrutinized since the rights have been so difficult to get), in which he was the perfect age and height to portray the phony hating Holden Caulfield, and then going on to star in an original romantic comedy, Damnable and Irrevocably Irritating, where he played the ever charming younger brother of the lead, played by Paul Rudd. Both of which he won Oscars and was nominated for numerous other awards. Finally going on to further his career in various other productions, Virgil simply goes with whatever graces him and does so with a smile on his face. Still thinking he's more than lucky and definitely not wanting to screw any of his chances up, he's more than happy to continue doing as he is.

Furthermore, he tends to bounce from Los Angeles to New York, between Broadway productions and the big screen. And finally, always finding time to head back to Minnesota to relax with his family, primarily when his movies hit the big screen. Every time a movie with his name comes out, his tiny town tends to hold a small get together at a drive-in movie theatre, of which he attends a few days after the initial premiere showing. Virgil showed and still shows a great attachment to his small town and his family, even after the big fiasco that kind of had his name plastered to various magazines and had him running around the nation doing talk shows about his coming out. It took a little while for his hometown to get used to the fact, but have no doubt warmed up to him... probably because he's a kind enough fellow to fund various things within the town and keep its local businesses and schools on its feat. As well, they quickly learned he's still the same Virgil they've known their whole lives. Though, his mother still scolds him for not treating it as a big a deal as he should have and not taking care to ease the public into it—she smacked him upside the head after replaying the recording of the Golden Globes in which he came out on.

"...that kid, that guy right there, should get a medal for aiding an old bitty like me up the stairs. I've had so much to drink. Don't worry kid, I'll only shag you if you follow me out to my car. How old are you? Old enough."

To which she exclaimed, "Are you serious? I have no words for you right now, I'm so angry. That kid was seventeen! I read those magazines!" A quick slap to the back of the head again, this time to wipe the smile off of his face and the correction he was about to make. The kid was actually around his mid twenties. And then a stern talking to about protection and not being promiscuous, which funneled into a lot of misconceptions and misunderstandings about stereotypes until she was finally satisfied.

The good thing is that it did destroy any rumors of him and his female co-stars getting it on in his trailer, when they were really just acting like idiots.

At the moment, Virgil is just coming off of The Book of Mormon tour in the fall, where he played Elder Price, and is just finishing auditions for the current big-hit movie.

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Miscellaneous:
-Has ADHD, which has always been a big factor in his life and kinda refuses to take medicine for it, so he's especially wild during moments where things are all happening at once, which is sometimes... well, most of the time on set. It's hard to grab his attention and the only thing that he can seem to do efficiently is act, which is his job, so most people tolerate it.
-Currently two Oscar wins, for Best Supporting Actor and Best Actor, and has won 5 Tony Awards. As well, has won various GLAAD awards.
-Gets very defensive when people talk about those "lower" than them, especially since he came from a background in which he was raised and brought up in the world outside of showbiz and fame.
-Deep love of ferrets. Loves 'em. Can't get enough of 'em. Doesn't know why.
-Only had one relationship, of which wasn't very publicized and was kind of secretive. Most likely just a fling. Kept on the downlow primarily because it was with a director for a musical he starred in.
-Occasionally breaks into song and dance at random moments. Apart of being ADHD and needing something to grasp his attention when things are boring him.
-Has a home he doesn't normally go to in Los Angeles, somewhere in Malibu, and one he spends most of his time at in New York.
-If given a choice between California and New York, he'd most likely choose New York. But, then he'd go with Minnesota over all of them. And maybe Australia, if not given Minnesota as a choice.
-Hasn't actually spent time outside of the United States. Not once has a role demanded he fly out of country, though he certainly wishes he could travel more, but doesn't quite have the time.
-Doesn't hide much anymore, since there's really nothing too juicy or scandalous about him, something that the press learned quite a bit ago. Though, the coming out story hit the shelves quicker than he could run home to explain and there have been numerous false stories about him and his coworkers, mainly his relationships with some of his producers and directors, and sometimes his fellow costars. He can be a bit bland and the only real issue is that he's notorious for wrecking things on set.
-He's accumulated about a million or so bucks he's owed for damaged equipment, that he gladly pays for.
-(I might change the first movie he's starred in. Not sure if I can see him as a Holden Caulfield, but if no one minds, and I don't find something better to replace it, then I'll keep it there.)

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Luke Clemens:

"A director who's still in the throes of puberty, that's... enough to be cautious. But, you gotta give a kid a chance—might be surprised. Who knows?"

Everyone's gotta start somewhere, that's a firm belief that Virgil holds close. Of course, he understands why people are even cautious, at all. Other than that, he's not really paid too much attention to Luke, as he doesn't really have the time to with his overly busy schedule. He might have caught a movie he was in or that he made, if he made any yet, but he doesn't have the memory to remember until it actually becomes a subject in a conversation he's a part of. All in all, he has no real high regards nor does he have any lesser opinions in regards to Luke—just a nice neutral that can easily be swayed into something positive through further interactions.

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Maximillian Harrison:

"I'll show you clumsy—this guys is like James Bond with the that Skyfall theme blaring in the background. You tellin' me that he doesn't fake fall through those windows?"

The optimism is a good mark in Virgil's book, though he tends to not like using stuntmen as he prefers to do everything himself. It breaks the immersion for him and it's the only time everyone onset enjoys his hyperactive attitude. If he's having a stuntman do his thing, then there's no way to funnel the excess energy that Virgil has pint up inside himself. Of course, that doesn't mean he dislikes Max, not at all. In fact, he prefers his company over a lot of people's because he can actually tolerate him. Not only that, Max, Peter learned, is a good way to tire Virgil out. If there's anyone that Virgil looks forward to having a beer with, it's probably Max, set aside the whole relationship is platonic—only a tad bit disappointing to Virgil. Virgil likes Max for his attitude, his activeness, and his passion for the art he helps make, especially the way he looks at his job: just one huge action flick. It's refreshing and it's why he usually prefers being friends with the crew rather than his costars.

From a professional view point, Virgil respects Max for the great work he does and understands that slip ups happen every now and then—he would know. As well, sometimes a stuntman does have to step in for him, especially when things get a little dangerous and the director can't necessarily risk Virgil's lack of coordination. There have been numerous times where he's broken a limb or two because he was particularly careless about a stunt he was doing. It postponed the film for a good amount of time, which earned him some very nasty glares and sneers and complaints for the rest of production. So, if there's anyone that he'd love to have step in for him, it would definitely be Max. What more, Max actually has done some stunt work for a film Virgil starred in, so he can certainly attest to Max's talents and reliability.

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Harris Klein:

"He reminds me of The Grapes of Wrath for some reason. Great classic, poignant, awesome theme; I wish I could have read the book without falling asleep."

To Virgil, Harris is no doubt a man who should probably retire soon. That's not to say that he doesn't have extreme respect for him and probably owes a lot of his own passion and talent to some of Klein's greater works, but there's just something bitter about him continuing to try and revert Hollywood back to the old ways. Of course, Virgil can't help but be awed by his presence, something that feels as if it demands the attention it deserves. From a personally angle, Virgil admires and draws inspiration from Klein, but from a professional view, he feels that it's longtime a great such as Klein hangs it up for good and find solace in fleeing the corrupt and bogged down entertainment industry. There's just something futile about how he hangs on so hard and it turns the sour man bitter, in Virgil's eyes.

Setting aside his opinion on Klein still working so hard against the times, Virgil appreciates the vast knowledge he brings to the set and does his best to at least impress him once. If he can do that, then he'd be happy even if the movie flopped. Of course, when not on camera, there's a visible strain in the relationship between the two, due to Virgil's attitude and less than calm demeanor. Not only that, but it's hard for Virgil to get certain directions down and remember things he's been told, which often cause a lot of misinterpretations and misunderstandings which probably grate on the crew and most likely Klein. If there is one aspect that Virgil keeps consistent, it's his acting.

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Jake Wilson:

"Pretty Boy Rick Steves. That's hilarious. No, that's... that's pretty hilarious. At least we have that in common. Cute guy, cute guy."

Due to Jake's elusiveness from the rest of the crew, only due to his job, Virgil doesn't quite know him well, outside of his connection with Phoebe. They've done a few productions together where Jake scouted out locations for the films, of which were top notch. They had one instance where they met, to which Jake couldn't quite believe Virgil hadn't stepped foot outside the country and that he could maybe remedy that. Of course, it's been awhile since Jake made the offer and Virgil all but forgot about it. But, he does appreciate Jake's input on sights to see and places to go when scouting out locations, in particular, he scouted out a quiet, rural park during the winter when they filmed Catcher in the Rye. He spent approximately five hours that night just sitting out there after the nights they filmed it. He could remember exactly the state of the trees around him, the snow crunching under his boots, and the chill of the air that stung his nose. He could recount the times he remained silent when a costar was looking for him and the times he spent staring up at the sky. Sadly, Virgil hadn't the chance to thank Jake for finding such a place with such an amazing atmosphere and certainly hopes to do so during the filming of the current production.

There's an inkling of attraction purely because he's nice to look at, but nothing that Virgil would quite take a chance on.

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Phoebe J. Collins:

"Phoebe? Goldilocks? She calls me 'Dandy Beau Brummell', which is a bit redundant, but funny, and I really wish I had a funny quip for her that wasn't just a generic 'you're blonde'. There's no one I more enjoy working with, though—blaring music and wasting time on set."

He and Phoebe met on the set of the romantic comedy he filmed, of which he won an Oscar for. He profusely thanked her that night, repeating so much that they actually played the 'You're taking too damn long' outro so loud he was forced off stage. Her high energy and need to do something that wasn't standing still was simply bonding material for Virgil. Not only could he match her pace, but he could surpass it. There's absolutely no professional aspect of their relationship, though they respect each other for how well they perform their jobs. He vows to one day make her a part of a crew of a Broadway production, just so she can understand just how hectic and crazy it can get from both ends. As well, there's only one person he can safely say would crank up the volume on the radio and go crazy with him onset (as long as Amy or Klein aren't around and she isn't nearing a deadline, that is).

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Leo PNB Xavier:

"Makes nice clothes, uh, creative. Has terrible parents."

There's not much Virgil can directly say about Leo, other than he makes amazing costumes, but that's really it. He doesn't necessarily interact with him, though he respects his passion just as much as his own. Other than that, he's probably done a production with his sister, though he can't quite remember unless told the title, and knows they both have a bit of a past. It's done and over with, so he can't really pity them, especially since they seem to have grown well enough past that.

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Amy Ho:

"Steel Bladder. That's what I call her. I mean, she drinks enough coffee for ten of me; where does all that go? I personally can't drink coffee without needing to use the bathroom two seconds later."

There's no one who probably hates him more for his need to move around than Amy Ho. Not only that, but his direction taking skills aren't quite up to par with her professional standards. When he jumps on set, she immediately grabs her coffee, downs it, and promptly orders a half a dozen more. He's a stressmonger in a bottle waiting to explode on the nearest crew member, and Amy knows it. But, she can't necessarily say much, aside from the numerous amounts of yelling and exasperated huffs because when it finally clicks, Virgil more than makes up for his onset habits and lack of an attention span. He remains a pain in the ass, though, and he kind of understands if Amy gets this feeling of dread every time she has to work a scene with him. He's not the most pleasant worker on set, but at least he gets his job done.

Off set, however, and in rare moments where he's actually quiet, he and Amy can get along fairly well. Once the tension wears off and he's more tired than he is annoying, Virgil becomes a nice friend to take a few shots with and unwind to take in the environment. He's probably among the people who can understand Amy's appreciation for the world around her that she no doubt projects through her photography, and that hopefully raises him from annoying pest to 'he's alright', in her book.

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Peter Zolner:

"He's pretty much a Siberian Winter. Albeit, an adorably tiny guy; reminds me of an always frowning Samoyed or a Siberian hedgehog, which don't exist. He just needs a hug."

The enigma of cinematography, though people probably don't share his sentiment. Peter and Virgil have worked on about two projects together, where they costarred side-by-side (one of which was a Broadway musical). When the camera starts rolling, Peter transforms completely until it's impossible to remember who he really was, but when the scene is over and the director has enough takes, he reverts back to his slumped over, quiet self before. Of course, despite being awed by the transition at first, Virgil, after working with him or extended periods of time, can tell it's a lot more than just acting to Peter—a tragic figure, as he likes to put it. All this raw talent and yet no one, aside from his fans, who appreciates it. But, there's really nothing Virgil knows beyond what he assumes and what he's seen from Peter; the two never really got to talking and it was almost as if the guy was put off by Virgil's incessant hyperactivity. From aloof, though, Peter is a very interesting individual to watch, from his habits to the way he interacts with people.

There is one thing that struck a positive note in all the humdrum and melancholia that hung above Peter like a rain cloud: his daughter. The girl is a bundle of sunshine in the most cliche way possible and it's infectious, even to a solemn guy like Peter. The only time Virgil has every seen the man smile is when his daughter is with him and when he does, it's extremely refreshing and just as infectious as his daughter's delightful demeanor. Now, if only he could just hear the guy laugh, maybe shake lose a little bit. Nothing a beer, or fifty, could remedy.

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Max Goldstein:

"Just a big question mark. I don't know how to feel about him."

Virgil hasn't had many producers who like to make friends over money, so Max is a confusing individual to him. Of course, that's not to say Virgil doesn't like him, he's just a tad more wary around him. It does help that this Max looks totally different from the other Max, which makes it easy to tell the difference between the two, especially when Virgil has made a habit of calling the producer Goldstein, instead of Max. Other than that, Virgil does his best to avoid the man every turn of the way just so he doesn't get caught in anything, should his suspicions be true and Goldstein does have some kind of motive behind making 'friends'.

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Addison Matthews:

"Hair care products!"

Doesn't even know her, but he certainly wants to. If here's anyone who loves their hair as much or more than Virgil does, then that's just more of a reason to want to know them. Of course, he's not gotten the chance to know her just yet, Virgil loves getting to know people, meeting people, kind of anything to do with people. So, she honestly better get ready to get accosted and assaulted by a man more hyperactive than a kid.

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Leila Fox:

"Alternative, ultra-modern, odd. I dunno. I'm just throwing out adjectives that I think are correct. Don't know her well and haven't seen her much; there's only so much you can grasp from a photo."

Again, someone he doesn't quite know, aside from the fact that she models and is in some photos. But, again, there's not a lot one can grasp from a photo aside from what the photography may be selling or something like that. She is new to acting and hopefully aspires to pursue it further than just one movie, so that Virgil can certainly get behind. But, she's quiet and seems more reserved than anything, which is off-putting in the sense that he often feels as if he tries to hard to change those people into outgoing extroverts. He doesn't like pushing those kind of people past their comfort zones because they remind him a lot of his hometown, just an observation bubble outside of the society allegedly surrounding it. People of her demeanor and attitude are often reminders to slow down a little, but he can't help but feel a small itch to completely accost her like he usually does.

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Nicholas Lyons:

"I just wanna touch his beard and dig my fingers in it. It's an endless pit of manly, isn't it? Just this gaping hole of Chuck Norris."

Nicholas doesn't necessarily jab at him with jokes as much as he does Peter, but he understands he doesn't quite mean the things he says. Virgil is quite of fan of Nicks, especially of his father's, but he tries not to mention either around him. He doesn't necessarily meld well with his relaxed nature, but that doesn't deter Virgil from making friendly, if not to joke around with him, as well. Their relationship is more of a professional one, if anything, having not really worked together aside from the current film, but Virgil's a determined individual and likes making friends. Aside from that, he has a lot of respect for Nicholas, even with his sarcastic attitude.

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Ella Lindgren

"She hates me. I wreck her shit. I find it amusing, and apparently so does Amy. Who knew. I pay for it all, by the way. I do, but that doesn't seem to help, heh."

What more is there to say? Virgil has a problem with his feet and she has a problem with how he has a problem with his feet, but only because he has a problem with his feet on top of her equipment. It's not like he doesn't apologize profusely, or that he does it on purpose, or that he doesn't pay for it and then some. It's just something about wrecking someone's property that gets to people and Virgil understands that, even if he can't help but smile whenever she screams at him. Not only that, but his lack of an attention span and forgetfulness often leaves her waiting. Woops? He often catches Amy snickering behind her coffee cup, which doesn't help his situation when he starts cracking up in the middle of her screaming rants. She doesn't like him, but that's not his problem.