[CHAR] Abracadabra! [Theater-Based Slice of Life]

[Jacobite]

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[fishguy]

Ziggy

^{Female | Twenty-nine | Demiromantic-Bisexual
Let's get Ziggy with it.}

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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There’s always that person who looks exactly like how their personality is – and Ziggy is that person. With her triangular face, slanted eyebrows, and almond eyes, she almost looks a bit like a fox, if you turn your head the right way. Her lips are small and her cupid’s bow strong; and when she smiles, it’s charmingly twisted, like she knows something you don’t. Ziggy is of mid-height (being 5’6”) and isn’t particularly muscular or weak. However, her hips flare out slightly and her thighs are strong and thick – Ziggy is really proud of her thighs.

Ziggy puts in a lot of effort to make it look like she didn’t put any effort in, as confusing as it sounds. Every two days, she shaves the left side of her head clean and smooth, making sure to not to have jagged edges or a missed patch. Her short hair, which is normally a frizzy and curly nightmare, has been straightened and mussed with hair gel – no matter how much she straightens it, though, it will always be the slightest bit wavy. Before bed, Ziggy cleans her face carefully to keep her skin smooth – except her hands are a lost cause, the palms calloused from messing around on set all day. The only heavy makeup she likes to wear is around her eyes, preferring her eyeliner in the typical cat-eye style and smoky eyeshadow – though she tends to smudge her makeup the slightest so it doesn’t look immaculate. She also makes sure to always smell nice – she likes the heavy, non-flowery bottled eucalyptus scent.

Ziggy stands tall and straight, but still relaxed. She never slouches, but her posture can’t be described as rigid because she seems to be perfectly confident and at home. Ziggy tends to cross her arms a lot when standing still, or tucking her hands in her pockets – back and front. She doesn’t like the feeling of her arms just hanging around. Ziggy has an intimidating walk, as silly as it sounds, because she tends to walk like she’s on a mission – fast, but not hurried, and determined.

Ziggy could be considered as someone stony as she typically doesn’t give anything away through her body or her voice. Her body tends to always be straight and never quiver under attention or show discomfort, and her raspy voice is deadpan. Any emotion that could be conveyed through her voice is killed by the fact that everything she says sounds like an insult or sarcasm – it’s really hard giving compliments for her.

Ziggy has “Przemyslaw” tattooed on the side of her right rib cage and “Ciekawość to pierwszy stopień do piekła” tattooed on her left hip. Ziggy has her ears pierced three times and a belly ring, and she hates the idea of piercing her face – to each their own, though. She has a burn scar on her left shoulder blade that travels down to a few inches about her elbow and is the reason why she only wears long sleeves or jackets. While Ziggy enjoys to appear punk rock, she also likes to be vaguely professional. Ziggy tends to wear tight dark jeans, heeled boots, and a Henley or v-neck under a leather jacket.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Ziggy has always been the rebellious type – she didn’t exactly like being told what to do. She had a natural hate for authority, which led her to do quite the opposite as a teenager and got her into a whole lot of trouble. Mischievous, Ziggy is always concocting pranks and plans to pull something over someone – it’s something she’s been doing since she was a little girl. But it wasn’t just pranks that Ziggy would plan; sometimes Ziggy just liked to get into trouble, do things she shouldn’t be doing, and she had to lie to cover it up most of the time. Covering her tracks quickly built up her lying abilities, giving Ziggy a sly quality in her that leaves her glib and sharp-witted. Most of the time, Ziggy just uses her slyness to excuse her slight laziness.

Acerbic sarcasm and gruff threats of violence are Ziggy’s primary form of communication. That isn’t to say she’s a woman of little words, Ziggy likes to think she talks the average amount as other people. Rather, Ziggy has a problem with communicating how she really feels to others and would rather cover up her vulnerabilities and awkwardness towards the genuine with harsh rebukes. Ziggy is quite the confident person, and is satisfied with her personality and looks; however, she has a deep and crippling fear. When in front of a group of people, she ends up speechless and has even fainted once or twice.

The idea of a rebel brings to mind a grungy girl, hair mussed and completely disorganized. And, maybe, in appearance, Ziggy fits that. But that’s where it ends. Because, you see, Ziggy is a micromanager. Everything in her life has to be absolutely perfect – everything in her house is organized; she color codes her closet, organizes her books by author’s name, etcetera etcetera. She can be quite the control freak and tends to come off as bossy when she tells people what to do all the time when it comes to work. A born perfectionist, people often get exasperated by her need to have everything flawless. If something isn’t perfect, Ziggy becomes neurotic about it and will chew her nails to the quick. It’s safe to say, that when it comes to working in a team, Ziggy would much rather take charge and have others follow.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
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✓ Mid-afternoon naps
✓ Cake
✓ Hot chocolate
✓ Big dogs

✗ Wet socks
✗ Funerals
✗ Long hair
✗ Sports

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Zdzisława Gniewek was five when her family immigrated to Pennsylvania, USA. Zdzisława had found the whole move exhausting, even at five years old she remembers that – it was a hard move, her parents had no money to buy a good house, only a shitty apartment with leaks and gross neighbors, and her little three-year-old brother, Przemyslaw, was whining and crying most of the time.

Zdzisława was enrolled in kindergarten and, predictably, hated it – especially since she couldn’t speak a lick of English and understood jack shit. And when she wasn’t at school, she was in their rundown apartment watching Przemyslaw while both her parents worked – they didn’t have enough money to afford a babysitter and knew no one who would watch their children. So, Zdzisława did the babysitting – and, because she was so young, the door was locked and bolted out of their reach so Zdzisława and Przemyslaw could neither get kidnapped or leave. Mostly, all they did was play puzzles and eat cereal.

Zdzisława was a curious child and often tricked her little brother, Przemyslaw, into joining her in her little schemes. One day, after school when Zdzisława was seven and Przemyslaw was five, Zdziława had talked her brother into playing a game with her. She dubbed the game “Supervillian.” In the game, Zdzisława would play the supervillain and would put her stuffed animals in precarious situations and Przemyslaw had to stop her in creative ways before time ran out. Mostly it was simple things, like stopping her from flushing the stuffed bear, or from ripping it apart. However, this particular afternoon, Zdzisława wanted to up the game. At the time, she was learning about the dangers in fire in school (through the two years she has been in America, she has grasped the basics of English, though she was far behind her peers). So, she wanted to see what it would be like if her stuffed elephant was set on fire. Her parents were working and it was just the two of them – it was really easy for Zdzisława to find the lighter that her mom used for smoking. Her brother didn’t save the elephant on time.

The elephant went up in flames and Zdzisława dropped it in a panic when it burnt her fingers. She left the room and went to the bathroom to grab some water and put it out, but by the time she got back her entire mattress was on fire and it was spreading to her curtains and she tried to throw water on it but it didn’t do a damn thing. Zdzisława grabbed Przemyslaw and pushed him to the ground, made him crawl in front of her to the door. Except, it was bolted – like it usually is, so they didn’t go out. Zdzisława banged on the door for help, and started yelling to get attention. Her neighbors stirred at the smell of smoke and she could hear them panicking and leaving outside. The fire was starting to creep towards the door and so she dragged Przemyslaw, who was coughing and had rattled breath, into the bathtub and ran water – hoping it would keep the fire away. She then left him there and went to the windows. Most of them were latched except for one, and that had fire burning away the wallpaper and carpet. She reached a hand through anyways and tried to wriggle the window open to get her and her brother out. Her sleeve caught fire though and she stumbled away, smacking at her shoulder and arm, trying to get the fire off. Eventually the pain became too much and she blacked out.

Later, she woke up in the hospital with 3rd degree burns on her shoulder and arm and to the news that her brother was in a coma from carbon monoxide poisoning. Two weeks later, he died.

When Zdzisława healed, they moved from Pennsylvania to St. James, Indiana. Zdzisława went to a new school and became withdrawn and uncommunicative to her peers. Though, her classmates never stopped trying to befriend her – they started to call her “Ziggy” since no one could actually pronounce her name. Most of the time, Ziggy struggled in school till the second grade due to her limited knowledge in English, until her teacher started to keep her in at recess and after school to teach her English. Of course, she didn’t learn English in a year, but continued to receive lessons from her second-grade teacher even after she had graduated elementary school and in the first year of middle school. By her freshman year in high school, Ziggy had lost her accent and was on par with her peers in English.

In her sophomore year of high school, Ziggy’s English class took a field trip to the local theater. They saw Antigone and in that moment, Ziggy fell in love with theater. However, she had developed a fear of public speaking when she was a child due to her limited English at the time, and so she never chased that pipedream. Instead, she went on to become an interior designer for a company and wasted behind a desk in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, designing the insides of malls and stores for her company.

Ziggy never did anything notable in that time period – never married, never had a serious boyfriend or girlfriend, just stood still in her small apartment and at her ugly ass office desk. Until the anniversary of Przemyslaw’s death in 2007, when she proceeded to get drunk off her ass after visiting her old home and destroying her bastard of a boss’s office in the middle of the night. She was obviously fired the next day, and her work reputation completely destroyed – no other companies would hire her.

Ziggy left to go visit her parents in Indiana, where they remained in St. James. For an entire week, she laid in her pajamas, ate cereal, and watched mindless TV. To cheer her up, her aging mother dragged her to a small production of Antigone by the small theater company in the town. The next day, Ziggy impulsively turned in her resume to them and officially joined the company.

𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦
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● Set Designing
● Organizing
● Scheming
● Lying

𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦
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● Fear of public speaking
● Lack of acting experience
● Bad teamwork skills

𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦
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Set Designer - Ziggy works on the creation of the theatre set; she works on the painting and the building of the fake buildings and the general visual aesthetics.

Supporting actress - Ziggy works mostly as a background character with very, very, very little lines due to her fear of public speaking. However, Ziggy dreams of overcoming her public speaking problem and breaking out as one of the lead actresses.

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗖.
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Chicago - She would like to play Velma Kelly, really, really badly.

[Sodomite]

Dominic Peake

^{Male | Thirty-Two | Homosexual}

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Naturally handsome with aquiline features and a strong jawline, Dominic has often been told (by his mother) that he could be so good looking if he would just put in the effort. As it is, he hasn't quite understood where or how to put in that effort and has instead settled on a normal uniform of a black suit and tie, a little hair gel and a impassive smile. Upon meeting him, people often assume that he's either afraid of or dislikes them, because his resting expression gives very little for people to work off and rarely strays from completely neutral. Similarly, his voice is a monotone more often than not, one of the (many) reasons he's never done a singing role for the company.

Like any good artist, Dominic smokes and has mastered the art of smoking without using a hand. That is to say, when doing something that should require two hands (preparing food, writing, playing piano) you'll generally see Dominic managing to smoke at the same time. He doesn't do it inside much though, preferring to use a cigarette as an excuse to extract himself from sticky social situations by going outside. Apart from smoke, he smells mostly of ink and his cologne, a throaty, heady scent that's far too rich for him but was an expensive gift from a relative that he can't throw away. There's also normally a few stray cat hairs on his suit, no matter how many he picks off.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Some people with misapprehensions about the theatrical life think that to go into performance, you need great self confidence, a belief in yourself that allows you to make others believe in you too. Dominic is a stark contrast to this idea, having little to no confidence in himself, his art or the future of the Abracadabra! company. He's not nihilistic or depressed, not exactly, as he doesn't predict the worst or think that the company's business is meaningless. Dominic simply doesn't expect anything from the future or, though he hides it well, other people. No man is island, true, but he has found that relying too much on others is a route to disappointment.

However, past experiences haven't turned him bitter or cynical. He doesn't sneer at companionship or camaraderie, he joins in with all the rest of the group at rehearsal or in the pub and counts many of them as his friends. And yet, in an entirely non-judgemental way, he makes sure to never rely on them for anything outside of the theatre and even then, he prefers to do things himself. If one outlook were to used to describe him, neutral would fit Dominic best. He doesn't expect good things to come tomorrow or people to go above and beyond but equally he doesn't expect disaster or for others to fail in their tasks.

What most people notice or, rather, notice the lack of, is any social initiative. While he'll answer questions as a part of small talk and maybe drop a few and how about yourself?s, Dominic doesn't take the leading foot in interaction. Preferably, things stay all academic and business, talk of tunes, lines, roles and costumes, and he doesn't have to try to act the part of the socially competent adult. Whenever he is thrust into a situation where there's nothing to do but chatter, a party for example, he tends to shut down to the briefest of responses and gravitate to the kitchen or, far better, a piano. There's something extremely comforting to him about putting out a tune and it's not just that it stops people talking to him.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
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✓ Cold weather, frost, snow and rain.
✓ Opposites, balances and patterns.
✓ Quiet, peaceful, slow spaces.
✓ Playing music, alone or in company.

✗ Boisterous, loud or rowdy people.
✗ Heat, noise, the sun and the spring.
✗ Children that scream, dogs that bark.
✗ A social spotlight or a stage light.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Raised in a relatively well off working class family, Dominic was interested in music from a young age and his parents paid for him to have piano lessons from six upwards. He found it to be relaxing and enjoyable at the same time, so much so that he often had to be prompted to work on his schoolwork rather than bend over the keyboard for hours at a time. Still, he was a smart boy so even with his attention mostly focused on the piano, he was one of the top students in his class and was often praised by the teacher. Unfortunately, being a scrawny child who the teacher likes is rarely good for one's social prospects and Dominic missed out on a lot of crucial social development as a result. Some of that was due to active nastiness by classmates but most due to shyness, that came on as a result of having no close friends. High-school passed in much the same way, with commendations for performances and work but few friends and no social life.

When he left home, Dominic was sure that there was more to life just waiting around the corner. He got a job in a cubicle office to pay the rent while he looked for a musical position. The search was far harder than he'd anticipated however, perhaps because of difficult he found it to express himself properly in interviews to seem like someone you'd want to hire. So five years later he was still in the cubicle, slaving away over entirely the wrong sorts of keys. Life wasn't terrible, he had a nice apartment, a cat and a position as piano player at a fancy restaurant on the weekends. But everyday's nine-to-five felt like it was crushing his soul and slowly leeching the talent from his fingers.

And then he saw an advert, crudely done on cheap paper with a horrible font, but one that proclaimed that the Abracadabra! theatrical company was looking for members. It looked cheap and a little desperate, the company was apparently only a little under a year old and was already on a recruitment drive. By that point, he had failed enough interviews that going to then seemed like a waste of time but for some reason, this one caught his attention and hooked him in. So Dominic went to see the director, gave the best interview he could and, to his surprise, was asked to join the company. It was only when he joined that he realised quite how desperate they were.

Since then, for close to ten years, Dominic has spent all the energy and time he has available working on adapting, scoring, writing and generally arranging performances for the Abracadabra! company. It might not be broadway but, he has mused, that might be for the best. After all, not much call for the awkwardly silent in the capital of confidence. For the most part, Dominic is entirely content with his existence as put upon pianist and cat owner.

𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦
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● Piano: Dominic's main talent is plucking out a tune on the piano, head down and eyes mostly closed. He's not always the most creative or showy performer but he can pick up a tune quickly, doesn't make mistakes has a wide repertoire. His natural position in any rehearsal is sitting at the keys, waiting for a song to be called.

● Planning: When he's sitting at a table with pen, paper and cigarette in hand, Dominic can visualise the stage in front of him extremely well, seeing where and how different ideas would fit into the space they have to work in and how they might execute them. With some prep-time, he's very good at adapting works to fit the Abracadabra! company's space.

● Poker-Face: It's not always relevant but when it's useful, it's really useful. In keeping with his neutral outlook, Dominic is practised at keeping his face in an impassive mask and preventing any flicker of emotion or clue at what he's thinking from moving across it. Good at deals and in card games, less useful in most acting roles.

● Finances: Years of living alone on a shoestring budget have taught Dominic how to manage his money and make every penny do the work of two. He's good at accounting for money, assigning it and making it stretch that little bit further.

𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦
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● Socialising: Dominic finds it difficult to think of things to say in social situations, preferring to talk about work or to quietly fade into the background. When forced into the spotlight, he tends to choke up and go silent until everyone goes back to ignoring him.

● Acting: While he's played minor or supporting roles in a fair few of the company's productions to make up bodies, Dominic can't get the hang of delivering lines as if they were from another person. He tends towards a blank mask rather than an expressive one.

● Dancing: Whereas moving his hands in coordination to a beat across the piano keys is instinctual at this point, Dominic can't manage to do the same with his feet. When he's tried, the rest of the company have either laughed or groaned so he's given up trying.

𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦
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Pianist - If anyone's going to play the Piano at rehearsal or at a performance, it'll be Dominic.

Writer - Along with the director, Dominic adapts different manuscripts for the company to perform.

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗖.
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Dominic has a soft spot for Chicago and would love to see the company perform it.

[Sylph]

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[Fubsy]

Romulus Vega

^{Male | 21 | Bisexual}

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Romulus very presence, from his staggering height to his interestng taste in fashion, demands attention. Standing at 6'5" with a slender frame and an ever present grin, Romulus' appearance is comparatively like that of a skeleton's. His pale skin is dotted with the lightest of freckles, with scarring minimal to none, and the most noticeable blemish is the slightly darker splotch of a birthmark on his right upper-arm. The first thing people notice about Romulus, save for his height, is his shock of platinum-blonde to white hair. The second being his eyes, which are a cool silvery-blue in hue.

When it comes to mannerisms, there is no such thing as 'too exaggerated'. Romulus is an open book, with every movement and feature revealing his very emotion. His movements tend to be greatly exaggerated, amplified only by his lanky frame, and there's barely a moment of him standing completely still. When speaking, he has a tendency to move his hands around when overexcited or telling a story, leading to a few too many people getting smacked in the face this way. Like Romulus' movements, his posture fluctuates with his mood as well. Boredom or melancholy leaves him slouching lower than the hunchback from Notre Dame, yet anything that catches his attention will cause him to bolt upright.

His extravagance isn't limited to there, however. Romulus' sense of style can be best described as...interesting. His wardrobe varies from loudly colored shirts with bizarre patterns and styles, to sleek outfits that wouldn't be out of place from a magazine, and even sweaters with corny sayings or pictures. Either way is bound to earn some attention. Romulus' voice is clear and confident, dipping into a lighter baritone. When acting, however, he is able to deepen it into a smooth bass.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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If a puppy were to be put into a human form, that form would be Romulus Vega. Friendly and sociable, Romulus has made it his personal goal to befriend everyone. Or, at the very least, be somewhat acquainted with them. He's optimistic to the point where some might see him as naive. However, his philosophy lies more on accepting the bad and looking towards the good--a way of thinking that's gotten him through the worst of times. His mouth is constant motor, often spewing jokes and anecdotes to anyone who would listen. Though not overly the brightest, Romulus compensates with his natural charm. He has virtually no limit when it comes to his flirtatious habits and takes pleasure in catching people offguard. Ironically, however, he is a complete mess if flirted with. Either way, Romulus has a personal rule to never lie when he is charming his way through.

With his constantly moving mouth is his constantly moving body. Romulus is an energetic rubber ball that never stops bouncing off the walls. The rare moments he does stay still, he's always fiddling with something or tapping a foot. He's reckless at times, simply doing things just to do them, and rarely regrets stupid decisions. Despite this, he's extremely lazy and won't do anything unless he needs to or wants to. However, the moment he does have a goal in mind, he's a forced that never takes 'no' for an answer. His relaxed demeanor is pushed to the sidelines, as he'll no anything to accomplish a dream.

Rarely, if ever, does Romulus get mad. He's a cheery soul who believes that there's good in everyone. But the moment his fury is evoked, it is dangerously quiet and silent. His usually bright eyes lose their usual luster, and his voice lacks its typical reverb. Romulus' speech is clipped and quiet, and revenge is quick to follow. In a similar fashion, Romulus does not take to being viciously scolded or yelled at. He'll fall somber and quiet for a few days, constantly doing little things to make up his folly, before being back to his bouncy self. Romulus has a fear of being abandoned or alone, and prefers the hustle and bustle of a public place than crackling, silent void. Though his emotions can be as read as easily as a book, Romulus doesn't fancy venting them out to other people and prefers to keep his own problems to himself with a simple, "Don't worry about it," and a joke.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
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✓ Animals (even spiders)
✓ Old, campy movies with terrible acting
✓ Baking
✓ Playing pranks

✗ Work
✗ Quiet places
✗ Formal occasions
✗ Physical fights

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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As a kid, Romulus' life was a rocky roadtrip heading for a cliff. Born in a fairly poor family, life was a balance of surviving school and home. Teachers dubbed Romulus a problem child for his inattentiveness and usual mischievous antics. Fights and insults between classmates were common with Romulus, having more bone than muscle even then, always ending up on the ground somehow. His home life fared no better. Arguments were a common household occurrence between his parents, always ending with his father heading to the local pub and his mother threatening to leave.

Still, despite obvious troubles, there was honey in the bitter medicine. Romulus constantly distracted himself with TV, taking fascination in the old VHS tapes of shows from the 50's. He'd often wander in the woods near his house, playing out scenes by himself in front of an 'audience' consisting of a stuffed bear and Power Ranger action figure. It was just make-believe then. Simple games to distrac--unknown to soon be precursors to his future acting career.

Eventually, when he was around twelve-years-old, Romulus' mother followed in on her threats to leave his father. The two divorced, with Romulus taken into his mother's custody. The two later moved around before finally settling down in a small town in Colorado. It was from there that things began to change for the better. The beginning of the move was rocky, but Romulus struggled to help where he could. School was still a bit rough, but gradually grades improved. The bills were a constant hassle to pay, but the small family managed to make do. Romulus' mother had even gotten remarried to a more jovial man by the name of Steve Hollis.

Coincidentally, Steve ran the local youth theater group. Upon his encouragement (and Romulus' initial hesitance), Romulus agreed to join. It was there that Romulus found his love for performing. It felt oddly right on the stage, and he bathed in the attention he garnered. He grew more open the more time he spent at the theater, the environment virtually shaping his life. His mother and stepfather were more than supportive, even raking up enough money to pay for acting lessons.

After graduating, Romulus, drunk on confidence and determination, set off to find an acting career that would win him the role of a lifetime. It didn't work out as planned. With only a limited amount of funds, Romulus had found himself broke, struggling, and deeply considering retreating back home. But it was chance that brought him to Abracadabra!. Or rather, brought a shoddy advertisement to him. With no where left to go (and a quickly depleting cache of ramen noodles), Romulus said to hell with it and joined the company.

A few years since then, Romulus puts every bit of effort in his performance as if were in Broadway. He's enjoyed every moment, swearing that every performance will be "The One", and hoping that just maybe they'd catch their big break.

𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦
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● Improvisation -- No script, no problem. Romulus' usual quick wit and silver tongue can conjure up lines for forgotten parts or unexpected events.
● Socialization -- Romulus' thrives off conversation, taking pleasure in making jokes or meeting new people.
● Cooking -- Surprisingly enough, Romulus can whip up a pretty mean dish. Most of his cooking skills he learned from his mother, and now and again he'll try to whip up some backstage treats for the crew.
● Fashionable -- Odd choice of wardrobe aside, you can't deny that Romulus is certainly tasteful of what he wears.

𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦
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● Tone Deaf -- Romulus cannot hold a note to save his life. He prefers humming off-key instead.
● Reckless -- If you dare him to do something, he will do it. If you say it's a bad idea, he will do it. If you so much as mention something remotely dangerous and stupid, he will do it.
● Procrastinating -- If it's not due until later, he'll probably do it later.

𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦
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Lead Actor -- When Romulus plays a character, he becomes the character. He's capable of portraying a range of emotions both with his face and very movements.

Costume Designer -- Romulus has an eye for what looks good and what doesn't. He's experienced in picking cheap clothes from the thrift store and turning them into surprisingly memorable outfits.

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗖.
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"Macbeth", playing as Macduff. Partly to test if the curse is real, and partly from genuine interest in the play.

[Jacobite]

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[nightmare eyes]

Noah Auguste

^{Male | 21 | Homosexual}

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Noah Auguste is more of a ghost than a person. He is a man pulled directly from a chiaroscuro sketch, a creature most may not notice at first glance. He's the living definition of a wallflower by appearance alone thanks to his emotionless and homely face. Noah is not conventionally attractive, rather his face is quite forgettable and seems to be steeped in the over saturated filter of an old photograph. The only real color to his appearance comes from his hooded but bright blue eyes, which seem ever brighter compared to his mousy hair and pale, pale skin. While he may possess beautiful features, like his aforementioned eyes and his plush lips, Noah seems to take it upon himself to appear as unassuming as possible.

He is stocky with muscles built from working with his father's construction firm, though it fails to make up where he stands height wise. Standing at a mere 5'4", his height adds once more to his ability to blend in to any real life scenario, and he drops down to a sad 5'2" thanks to his perpetual slouch. Despite these short comings, Noah walks with a sense of self-preservation. He does not lack confidence (hell, maybe you can't lack what you never had), but instead of holding his head high he walks quickly and quietly as if to protect himself from an invisible force walking behind him. His attire matches his protective motions, often hiding him away in plain sight with dark shirts, dark jeans, and unassuming though accentuating outfits.

When he is not moving from place to place like most humans do he is entirely still, observing those around him. His stare is often cold and distant, and while it may appear that Noah is glaring at someone, he is, in reality, day dreaming. People watching is also a hobby of his, though this is merely out of curiosity towards others.

Apathy draws Noah's usual expressions into that of a statue. He rarely smiles, rarely frowns, and on top of it all seems to find those who do emote to be annoying. His bored expressions may read as aloof, and that would be because they are, but there are times when he may tilt his head quizzically or huff in exasperation. Those few signs of life are rare but enough to remind others that Noah is, in fact, a human being.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Noah is probably the least outwardly emotional person you may ever meet. Drenched in a thick coating of self-made apathy, he walks through his everyday life looking and reacting to everything like a photograph. He is not so much a person rather than the implication of a person-- he walks and talks and breathes, but he never shows any sign that he feels anything from such humane interactions. Despite his apparent lack of emotion, Noah is far from silent. He is relatively blunt in conversations, and if ever caught in the middle of a debate he is not afraid to speak his mind. To those he tolerates he is protective and watchful, though does not outwardly voice his concerns for them.

In his own mind, Noah is a volatile storm. He often switches from long, depression-based lack of motivation and days of subdued mania where he merely throws himself into work to keep himself busy. His general aloofness is not exactly a cover for his apparent mental issues, rather it is a symptom of his attempt to cover up whatever is going on within him. Of course, this habit makes Noah a rather secretive person, and though he may not mean any harm by his self destructive attitude, those few and far between friends he has since lost were perhaps most hurt by his wish to remain silent about himself.

When involved with other people for a project or in the theater company itself, Noah does his share and nothing more. His ideology is mostly reliant on the thought that "he can carry his own weight", and once he has he leaves the rest of the work to those within the group. Noah isn't lazy, per say, rather he lacks motivation to do anything other than what is assigned to him. When working in the theater, however, Noah seems oddly more attuned with himself and the objects and people around him. While acting he is ridiculously responsive, and though he has trouble improvising or keeping rhythm it is obvious that he enjoys himself just the same.

Noah is, in all honesty, everything and nothing to a fault. He is honest to a fault. He keeps promises to a fault. He is quiet and morbid and protective and volatile, all to a fault. He feels absolutely nothing, and yet still has the need to drown out that white noise with loud parties and a ridiculous amount of alcohol. The dark feelings that Noah is hiding will perhaps never be revealed, as he works hard to keep himself distanced from people who could threaten to peel down his mental walls, but those who do try to reach out may just find a scared, introspective boy just ready to lose it.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
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✓ Alcohol and cigarettes
✓ Small animals and children
✓ Cold, quiet weather
✓ Acting; or rather being someone other than himself

✗ Hard drugs
✗ His father
✗ People entering his personal space
✗ People who show intense emotions

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Life in the slums of the East Coast wasn't exactly all sunshine and beach times. Noah was born to squat in a three roomed apartment on the Jersey Shore with his twin sister, Beatrice, and his abusive father James Auguste. Noah never knew his mother, or, rather, he had never heard mention of her in the house. As Bea and Noah grew older they just assumed she up and left after they were born, and honestly neither of them could blame her. No sane woman would have been able to deal with the manic asshole that their father was. Noah's early life consisted of getting locked in cupboards, running down to the corner store to pick up his dad's cigars, and playing pretend with his sister who recieved the same abuse and then some.

They lived in that seaside town for ten long years, dealing with their father and the other drunks that cruised through the salty-smelling streets when it was off seasons. A few months after their tenth birthdays, however, James came home with a letter in ahnd and announced to his children that they would be moving out of state for work. Bea and Noah were, unexpectedly, excited for this change of pace. James seemed less agitated at home with the upcoming move (when questioned why by Noah, he merely responded by saying "I'm getting more pay, kid") thus the twins were left to their own devices as they packed up their meagar life in New Jersey and set off to a brand new house set up in Greenville, Ohio.

Noah's middle school and high school life was spent battling with depressive thoughts and keeping his sister above water as she fell into the same habits as him. His father set him off to work for his construction company as soon as he was fit enough to start lifting rubble and work machinery, and that with the added stress of school work and keeping his twin sane muddled down into him until Noah was left only with a will to work and nothing more. He lost any interest in himself and his hobbies, lost his own thoughts in favor of keeping track of his sister's, and gained a new found disease known as 'apathy'.

The only thing that kept Noah somewhat intriugued was Greenville High's theater and English prorgrams. He found himself working tirelessly after school one sophmore dya in order to perfect how to use the old, half-broken light board and memorize all of the actor's lines on stage in order to keep his queues on time. He read Shakespearian monolouges in and after class, and found a new love for musicals and plays with each ticket he bought to the town's local programs. Of course, his father wasn't quite a big fan of his son's "odd, stupid, girly" interests, and Bea could care less about him as the end of their high school lives slowly stretched forwrad to swallow them whole.

Eventually Noah became fed up with his home life. Bea was all prepared to shell off for college, all ready to leave her brother behind after their four long years of keeping her away from all the destructive thoughts she craved, and Noah felt betrayed by her actions to leave him behind. In retaliation he applied to a college in Indiana and eventually found himself on a one way trip to St. James, Indiana. He left behind his drunk and miserable father, his thankless sister, his broken friendships and his broken house. He left behind what ever traces remained of the old Noah and found a new shell to inhibit in his home away from home.

And eventually, after a three months of living on campus and exploring the small town's delights, he stumbled upon the Abrcadabra theater comapny, and the rest was history.

𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦
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● Acting: A talent spurred from countless English class readings and late night Shakespearean monologues, Noah has a keen ability of simply capturing the essence of whatever role is assigned to him. Of course, some parts are easier than others (he generally favors the pessimistic male leads) but given enough time to prepare Noah will do reasonably well as whomever he is instructed to be.

● Technical Theater: Before Noah was known in the company as an actor he worked backstage as a lighting technician. He both designed some of the light designs for some of the old productions as well as worked to adjust and move the tech during show time. He still goes behind the scenes nowadays when not acting up a storm on stage.

● Calm: In terms of personality Noah isn't..... Much, to say the least. He lacks the proper motivation to actively emote and seems fine with just sitting in a corner and staring at a wall rather than socializing. On the high chance that the company is running through some anxiety, however, Noah is the rock that can help keep people together. His calm, emotionless words may be blunt at times but are trained enough to quell whatever panic is getting the person in question in a jam.

𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦
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● Dancing: Actually, anything involving rhythm (he has trouble learning songs during the first few weeks of rehearsals too). Noah may have decent timing in scenes, but when it comes to dancing to a beat he has two left feet.

● Emoting: Noah in general has issues revealing what he's truly feeling. When not playing the part of another person on stage he is horribly apathetic, almost to the point of being robotic. Because of his apathy he has trouble sharing his own thoughts, ideas, and feelings.

● Heights: Perhaps the worst phobia to have for a tech-crew member, Noah has an abnormal fear of being high up. While he never outwardly says anything to anyone, his demeanor drastically changes when he is in a high spot. Despite his fright, Noah frequents roofs to smoke, and when asked why he merely responds with, "I'm feeling."

𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦
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Tech Crew – Noah works with the lighting and sound crew to ensure that the more extravagant productions are nicely lit and sounding as pitch perfect as possible. Though he hasn't put much time into lights due to his new found interest in actually BEING in the shoes, Noah seems to have a soft spot in his heart for light design and sound effects.

Actor – Though the revelation for this role was recent, Noah has taken to his new title quite nicely. Having always been a fan of monologues and being in the mindset of someone other than himself, he easily slipped into the mindset of an actor. Still, he has a lot to learn about being on stage.

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗖.
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● He works two jobs besides the company and college; one as a waiter in a local diner and the other as a valet at a high class restaurant an party venue. Both gigs are part time and help keep his tongue wet and his tuition paid for

● His favorite play is actually a lesser known short piece called "Waiting for Death", though the role he would most like to play would have to be Tom Wingfield from The Glass Menagerie.

[murdoc]

Billy Halford

^{Male | 31 | Homosexual}

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Billy Halford stands at an impressive 6’2”, though with his tendency to slouch, he usually appears a little shorter than he actually is. It’s mostly out of laziness, and his posture is terrible; shoulders rolled forward, hands stuck deep in his pockets. Pretty much the only time he grows to full height is when he feels threatened, and has been known to be truly terrifying when he does so. Fortunately, however, this side of him is not something people see very often.

Turquoise green eyes always seem to glimmer with something akin to amusement; and these days, Billy can often be seen chewing away at tabs of gum in an attempt to break a near-lifelong smoking habit. While he used to be a tad insecure about a crooked front tooth, he’s long since gotten past it. He likes to keep his dirty blonde hair cropped close in a messy undercut, though it inevitably grows out into a loose shag when he forgets to pay a visit to the barber. While he prefers to stay clean shaven, he often gets lazy and gives his scruff free rein. Upon closer inspection, one will also find a light smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. Other than that, he does have a few notable scars. One of which is an inch or two under his right eye, stretching from the top of his ear, and another, smaller one cutting vertically through the eyebrow. Both of them were from a fight he’d gotten into a couple years back, where he ended up with the pointy end of a broken bottle to the face. Additionally, the surface of his skin is peppered by a maze of tiny battle scars, most of them souvenirs from past altercations.

That said, he’s not super built, but still pretty solid, and it’s largely due to his genes rather than trips to the gym. He’d almost have a swimmer’s physique, but lately, it’s been softened by one too many Big Macs, though he likes to think his latest part-time gig as a mover keeps him fit enough. His voice, as is befitting of his appearance, is a deep, rumbling timbre, but Billy doesn’t quite sound like he used to, after years spent away from his hometown. Most of the time, his accent can be described as generic - bland, even - a monotonous mix of North and South. In times of extreme emotion, however, he reverts back to the lazy, slack-jawed inflection characteristic to a native of the Appalachias.

‘Accidental Hipster’ is probably the best way to describe Billy’s non-existent fashion sense. He doesn’t put much effort into keeping up appearances, but somehow, still has a knack for turning his déshabillé to his advantage. When it gets chilly, he resorts to heavy flannels and/or ugly woollen sweaters. Paired with his positively ancient jeans and work boots, the whole aesthetic almost seems to scream ‘lumberjack’. On warmer days, well, he dresses exactly the same - except instead of hideous, moth-eaten sweaters scavenged from the thrift store, it’s ratty, old t-shirts and wifebeaters. Billy also seems to wear a lot of jewelry for a guy, though it’s mostly leather and beaded bracelets, steel rings on his fingers, and of course, those douchey seashell necklaces.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Billy enjoys a bottle of whiskey on the weekends, loves his dog a little too much, and could probably do with seeing a barber more than once every six months. But for all his tactlessness, he really does mean well. When he asks a question, he really does want to know the answer, and when loves, he loves pretty ferociously. His sense of humor, however crude, will never fail to bring a smile to people’s faces, and even if that doesn’t work, his laugh is deathly infectious. Billy is one of those guys you hate to love, and he knows it well. Even so, he can be unpredictable, adamant, and dislikes making commitments, especially those he is not sure he can keep. But whatever one might be led to believe, he’s an extremely passionate, and emotional person. When he truly takes interest in something (or someone), he puts all of himself into it, and momentarily forgets about everything else.

This, however, means that he is very bad at relationships – really, really bad. He often comes as pushy and overly aggressive, in both his work and his life outside of it. One of Billy’s defining traits is his volatility, though he’s mellowed out a little with age. No longer does he get into barfights (well, less than he used to, anyway), but he still makes a point of saying what he thinks, and will rarely sugarcoat his words to win people over. He’s never uncomfortable; in fact, his boldness often verges on brash and crosses into downright crude, thanks to his lack of a filter. If he likes something, he'll let you know it, and if he doesn't, well, he's never been shy about voicing his opinion in that matter either. Try as he might, Billy’s never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away, more often than not.

If there’s one thing he can’t stand, it’s being talked down to. Of course, this isn’t to say he’s all bad, just that he’s hard to like. He does have a few soft spots here and there, even if they aren’t exactly the easiest things to find. Yet for all his flaws, he’s never met a boundary he wouldn’t cross, and he’ll go to the absolute ends of the Earth for you if he thinks you’re worth it. Billy is, by nature, extremely impulsive, both in the things he does and says. As far as he’s concerned, life’s too short to just sit around and let shit happen. He often states that no one should take life too seriously because in the end, everyone ends up in the same place - even if he doesn’t believe what he’s preaching. At the very core of his personality, Billy is kind of a bleeding heart, and often puts the needs of others above his own.

Not many people know this, but Billy is deathly afraid of horses, courtesy of a rather unfortunate incident during his teenage years. Fortunately, horses aren’t something you see very often in the city. The next one’s a little less obvious, but he’s terrified of becoming his father, and what he’s going to do if everything with Abracadabra! ends up falling through.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
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✓ French fries
✓ Dogs
✓ Coffee
✓ Warm weather

✗ Broccoli
✗ Horror movies
✗ Vodka
✗ Horses

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Born the oldest of three children in rural Kentucky, childhood wasn’t quite as picturesque for the young William Halford as most others’. His father, like everyone else in town, was a coal miner who spent more of his free time getting drunk at the local bar than taking care of his son. His mother, meanwhile, managed to juggle two different jobs at the same time. Suffice to say, Billy didn’t exactly grow up surrounded by sunshine and rainbows. But still, that was something he genuinely wanted - a loving, close-knit family, just like one of those obnoxiously American Norman Rockwell paintings he’d seen in the pages of his textbooks. His father’s idea of a bond with his son, however, was keeping the women he brought home a secret from his mother, while she thought quality time with Billy was handing him a list of chores to do as she spent her afternoons bussing tables at the local diner, and her nights at the gas station.

It wasn’t long before his father took off up north with a rouged-up tart on his arm. For a few years, Billy, his siblings, and his mom got by. He had to grow up fast, of course, but he never blamed his mother, not even for a second. Carol Ann Halford was a real good parent, if you could look past the fact that she wasn’t much of a parent at all. She was still his mother, and she worked her ass off to keep a roof over their heads. Most days, Billy tried to convince himself that having no father was better than having a drunk, deadbeat loser as one. There were people all over the world who had a hell of a lot less, and Billy knew he had to count his blessings each night and say a quick prayer to whoever it was that listened, if anybody at all. That, of course, left Billy to take care of his siblings while she was away, and he was a good sport about it, too - never fussing, never complaining - at least up until high school, anyway.

In school, he started to struggle, both academically and socially, though if he had to be honest, he saw that shit coming from a mile away. As his grades slipped, his frustration grew, and soon, he began to take his anger out on the people around him. There were too many things about him that could be picked on for his liking, and so he grew louder, more boisterous, and was forever throwing the first punch in a fight. You had to be living under a rock to not know his name, in fact, and Billy loved every second of it, no matter how many times he was sent to the principal’s office, knuckles bruised and bleeding. Everyone was divided when it came to Billy - you either loved or hated him, and oddly enough, he was okay with that. It put him on the map and gave him the attention he craved; the attention he lacked. Back home, his mother was none the wiser, too busy with trying to make ends meet to pay any heed.

At age seventeen, Billy found himself with no real higher education prospects. He was uninvolved in extracurricular activities, uninterested in his studies, and shovelling horse poop at a neighbour’s farm for a few dollars a day. For all intents and purposes, it looked like he was heading down the same path everyone else in town did - that of a coal miner. It was a respectable living, sure, but did he really want to spend his entire life stuck in a dank cave somewhere, chipping away at rocks? But his siblings were getting old enough to take care of themselves, weren’t they? It wouldn’t hurt to take a week out of his life for a short holiday. And so, with what money they could scrape together, Billy and a few friends embarked on a trip NYC, as one last hurrah before they finally settled into a life of mundanity. Once they got there, however, things were a whole lot different from what they saw on TV. By the end of their second day there, Billy and his friends had gotten thrown out of more places than he could count for causing a ‘public disturbance’.

Billy’s first brush with show business (if it can even be called that), came in the form of a bespectacled casting agent from a modelling agency. I know what you’re thinking, but however hard it might be to believe, he did use to be the hot, young thing once. Instead of returning home with his friends at the end of the week, he signed a contract with the modelling agency after an audition. For a while, that was what he did - editorials and runway modeling. It was easy enough to stand around and look pretty, but no one ever fell over themselves to book him for a show. Still, he earned enough to get by, and every month, he would send an envelope filled with some money back home. Of course, nothing lasts forever, and when his problem with authority started to catch up, job offers slowly dried up.

Billy eventually turned to various odd jobs to keep himself afloat - moving furniture, mopping floors - he even worked as a morgue technician, at one point. In search of his next meal, he ended up auditioning for a bit part in an commercial. Not exactly the most exciting stuff, but it wasn’t hard to smile, look surprised, and act like the simple act pouring a drink was instead an insurmountable mountain, impossible to anyone but the most nimble of humans beings. The director was apparently sold by Billy’s ‘blandly handsome’ appearance, and called him in to do another commercial for some strange, mechanical mop.

It’s around this time that Billy starts to lose it, his accent; the accent he hadn’t even realized he owned. It flavored his words with an odd, downward lilt that people noticed immediately, their attention shifting from what he’s saying to how he’s saying it. At first, they say it’s charming. That he is charming. That it’s a ‘quaint’ little accent, like they’re speaking to a child. After that, they say other things. Things in the ballpark of ‘uneducated’ and ‘uncultured’, without being so obvious. No one took him seriously. How can they, his housemate argued, when you sound like that? He started to bleed it out after that. Loud, rough words smoothing themselves out into something that’s a bit more monotone, a blend of North and South that made him sound like nothing at all. As soon as he started doing that, he managed to pull together a semi-stable career as a commercial actor.

During one of the many dry periods in his life, Billy found himself sweeping floors at The Lawrence Theatre. That was also how he found out about Abracadabra!. Come to think of it, they were probably pretty desperate to fill their ranks, at that point. He still doesn’t know what possessed him to audition, but lo and behold - he actually got the gig through an impromptu, acoustic rendition of Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door played on a badly tuned guitar he found in the depths of the janitor’s closet. Truth be told, he didn’t even know that was a possibility. The schools he’d went had been ridiculously underfunded, and any art or theatre programs were but a far-off dream. Well, that was what he had to do now, anyway. And you know what they say - there’s no time like the present.

𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦
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● Accents - Billy has a real knack for accents. Most acquaintances don’t even realise he’s from Kentucky until they hear how he sounds completely shitfaced.
● Singing - He’s actually pretty good at singing, just that he still has a bit of trouble with actually projecting his voice across the room. Billy doesn’t like to tell anyone, but he spent a good part of his childhood as a choirboy at his town’s congregation. Billy’s vocal color can be categorized somewhere between a dramatic and lyric baritone.
● Sturdy - Billy handles most of the heavy-lifting in Abracadabra!. It’s no sweat off his back, really, he’s been doing that kind of thing for a long time. And if he ever ends up getting into a fight, he’s happy to note that he still packs a mean right hook.
● Quick-witted - Billy is quick-witted, able to think incredibly fast on his feet. While his long-term planning isn’t quite up to par (read: terrible), he’s rather good at making split-second decisions that rescue him from sticky situations.

𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦
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● Untrained - Billy’s never had any formal training in acting, and it shows. In fact, his approach to most things can be summed up with an age-old adage: “just wing it”. It’s been getting him by well enough, but how long that lasts is a question that’s yet to be answered.
● Tactless - Diplomacy is a huge problem for him, and he makes a terrible habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Try as he might, he’s never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away more than not.
● Stubborn - Above all else, Billy values his pride. His facade of confidence is (mostly) unwavering, and he likes to think of himself the alpha dog in any social situation he’s in. Even in the most dire of situations, he rarely resorts to asking for help.

𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦
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Supporting Actor - Billy’s acting isn’t anything to write home about, but he can still follow stage directions and say his lines. Most of the time, what he ends up doing is more of a glorified bit part than anything, but his skill at accents comes in handy for that.

Stagehand - When he’s not on stage himself, you can often find Billy running around backstage, moving props, setting up lights, and making sure no one gets killed and/or maimed by any falling scenery.

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗖.
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● Billy owns a 2 year-old rescue dog named Romeo. He's a mutt, mostly Rottweiler and American Bulldog, but he loves him all the same, because come on - look at that face.
● Benjamin Coffin III in Rent, or Adolfo Pirelli in Sweeney Todd.

[Sodomite]

Noa Wilson

^{Male | Thirty-Four | Pansexual}

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Something about Noa's appearance brings to mind short, sharp adjectives, blunt one word descriptions; feral, wild, imposing, rugged, rocky. It's something about his untamed hair, impenetrable gaze, 6'3" form and built frame that leaves people needing something direct to describe him, like a label to help you deal with all that... thatness. After all, it's not every day you encounter someone who dresses like a fashion conscious 18th century fur trapper, talks like a particularly charming stand-up comedian and moves like a punch-drunk bear.

The first thing you notice is just how damn big he is, towering over most people and constructed like a a Biology diagram meant to illustrate where all the muscles are. Then you register that majestic mane of flowing hair, clearly too powerful to be tamed by scissors, clippers or any mundane tools. Depending on the time of year, Noa's locks might be longer or shorter (he likes to cut it down in the summer) but his mighty beard is constant. Then there's his eccentric dress sense that ranges from vaguely sensible, if a bit hippy, right up to gear that mountain hunter would be proud to wear. Years of living on the road have given him a taste for hard wearing clothes that can survive a few scrapes and hold a few patches, and he's yet to find a reason to change styles.

A reasonable initial reaction would be to feel a little intimidated by this gargantuan bearded behemoth, cowed by his size and rough appearance. But any such reaction is quickly undercut by how welcoming, warm and wholesome he is. The thick beard is almost always split by a smile, the dark green eyes always marked with a twinkle and the deep booming voice constantly shaking with laughter. It's most obvious in children, who tend to shrink back from Noa when they first see him but after a few minutes of being talked to, mercilessly tickled and tossed in the air (often in front of semi-horrified parents) they're giggling and demanding more playtime. Almost the same thing happens with adults, though there's not as much tossing, tickling or playtime. For the most part.

Many years of travelling have given Noa both a hard to place accent (a little brogue here, a little cajun there, a dash of drawl and more than a pinch of husk) and a varied vocabulary. He's never stayed in one country long enough to properly learn the language but he's picked up words and phrases here and there, some of which have crept into his everyday parlance. Despite taking up so much physical space, he tends towards taking up very little verbal space, as his deep voice carries well even at low volume. When enjoying himself a little too much or wrapped up in the moment, it gets louder and louder, to the point it rattles the rafters.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Noa looks like a bear and, in a sense, he is one. Not one of the wild ones that mauls hikers though, more like one of the massive stuffed cuddly ones that doting parents buy their children. Upon meeting a person, he sizes them up with a frown, a firm handshake and a firmer stare. If he likes what he sees, and he almost always does, he roars with laughter and claps them on the back. And from that moment on, he treats people like they've known each other for years, trading jokes and stories, rough housing ruthlessly and lovingly poking fun. It's a 0-to-100 transition from stranger to friend that some people find terribly disconcerting or even a little alarming. It's very difficult to hold anything against Noa though, especially when he's grinning at your from under his beard and his eyes are daring you to top whatever outrageously false story he's just told.

At his core, Noa is a simple man, a man who wants what we all want. He likes having friends around him, laughing loud and long, enjoying those pleasures life has to offer and keeping responsibilities at a distance. If anything, it's that last thing that separates him from other people the most. Your average person doesn't like responsibility, doesn't love being tied down or depended on, but accepts it as a part of life and takes it on the chin. Not so for Noa, who has carefully sidestepped every responsibility more arduous than a supporting role in a failing theatrical company for the better part of a decade. After all, it's hard to be obligated to do anything if you don't stand still for long enough to be asked. His mother imparted much of her own personality onto him and it was her encouragement to be free and happy that Noa took to heart most.

It's not commitment phobia, exactly, he's just found it easier to move on than deal with the complicated messiness that comes with being a functioning member of society. As a drifter, you answer to yourself, work when you need money, eat when you're hungry and move when you're bored. When you take root, as he put it, you've got to work all day and answer to everyone from your boss to your spouse to your kids. It would be pretty accurate to attribute this immature view of society to unresolved grief and guilt over the death of his mother, as his wanderings started only a few days after her funeral, but Noa tends to sidestep that sort of question with just as much ease as he does everything else. He'll deflect it with a shrug, a grin and a shove before turning the conversation sharply elsewhere.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
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✓ Children, dogs and dogs that are children.
✓ Strong ales, beers and ciders, best with snacks.
✓ Working hard, working out and pushing himself.
✓ The outdoors, the sea, the open road.

✗ Boredom, hunger and discomfort in general.
✗ Airplanes, too small and cramped to ever use.
✗ Juice, sweets and overly sugary foods.
✗ Dust, stale air and the smell of decay.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Born in Hawaii to a native mother and an American-Irish father, Noa grew up near Honolulu in relative comfort. His father, David Wilson, had an office job and his mother, Alanna Inoke, was a school teacher so their little family was well looked after. The younger brother to two independently minded sisters, Noa spent a lot of his youth either joining in with whatever games they wanted to play or finding his own entertainment. The happy family was displaced when Noa was six, however, by a job offer. His father accepted a new position in St. James, Indiana, and packed up the family with him. The new town wasn't as warm, as open or as friendly, at least from the viewpoint of the children, and they initially found it hard to forgive their father for disturbing the fragile balance of the family unit.

Still, the kids were all rich in moral fibre and soon bounced back, each finding their own unique groove in their respective habitats. Kimi, the oldest by four years, was full of sass and sarcasm and soon found herself a comfy niche as one of those judgemental popular kids while Inoa, older than Noa by two years, was more of a studious sort. She was hard working and dedicated, rising the top of her class by a mile spending her spare time on the running track. Youngest of the three, Noa was always his mother's favourite and she passed on her adventurous nature to him most of all, making him a ringleader and troublemaker. Many was the time Alanna whisked the family off to some new unknown place for the weekend, leading them off into the wilderness or into the depths of an avant garde art gallery.

Things were disrupted again, a decade and a half later, when the results of a long overdue medical test came in for Alanna. She had pancreatic cancer and it was further along than most people recovered from, the young pale faced doctor told them. Kimi had left home and Inoa was on her way out but both returned home with all speed after the diagnosis arrived, flocking to their mother to comfort her. Alanna, however, had other ideas and sent them running back to their lives with a terrible scolding. She wouldn't let them come home to wallow in self-pity and grief, not while they had jobs and families that needed them. She maintained she needed nothing but fresh air, some good food and to be allowed a little peace.

Over the next few years, her health slowly left her and the wild spirit that had raised three proud children withered away. She spent a lot of time with her only son in that period, her care entrusted almost entirely to him. Having finished an apprenticeship as a carpenter at the time, he decided to ignore her commands to go out and find something more fulfilling than looking after a dying old woman and stayed by her side. Sometimes she seemed grateful, sometimes she seemed disappointed but she always enjoyed his company. For his part, David kept working long hours and doing all he could to make his wife comfortable. He had always been follower in their relationship and now it seemed he could not follow Alanna any further, leaving him lost.

When Alanna died, the funeral was an informal affair that was practically rushed in order to get to the wake. It was what she would've wanted, after all, and the party was one to remember. But within a few days, Noa had bade goodbye to St. James and hit the road, a lightly packed rucksack on his back and endless wanderlust in his heart. His mother's commands that he get going and see the world had been heard, no doubt, and now he was living them. As a big man in good health, he found it wasn't hard to find short term jobs quickly, so long as you didn't mind doing the dirty ones. And so he made his way across the North American continent and then over to the Europe and then Asia. He never stayed still long, only long enough to earn what he needed to make the next leg of the journey before moving on further east, chasing the rising sun.

Three years ago, he arrived back in the states, tanned, bearded and bone-tired. His father saw him at the front door and let him in without a word. The two didn't speak much, neither having found the intervening decade's activities particularly effective in dealing with the loss of Alanna. Noa's sisters came and visited, alternating between scolding him for his long absence with nothing but sporadic postcards to reassure them of his good health and asking him to share stories of his adventures. Eventually the conversation turned to what he'd be doing now and they didn't find any of his answers particularly satisfying. One of them, Inoa, told him that things would be the worse for him if he didn't find a job by the end of the week and knowing she wasn't kidding, he grumpily set off to find something.

What he found was a struggling theatre company named Abracadabra. He'd never acted before and had no training but he knew how to make things out of wood, could lift whatever needed lifting and had more than enough self confidence to strut the boards once someone taught him the words. Since then, he's spent most of his time with the company, though he's disappeared with little warning a few times and spent a few weeks on the road. Recently, he's abstained from doing that for one reason; a burgeoning relationship with the new set designer Zdzisława "Ziggy" Gniewek.

𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦
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● Confidence: Noa has no qualms about putting himself out there, making jokes at his own expense or doing something that takes guts. It helps on stage when playing a role that's more pantomime than theatre or just to overcome the initial stage-fright.

● Strength: Years of hard labour and an enjoyment of the great outdoors have given Noa a herculean physique that he'll happily use for the benefits of others, like helping Billy with the sets or Dominic with moving the piano.

● Charming: Obviously no one person appeals to every other person but Noa comes pretty close. His friendly nature, laid back attitude, lack of shame and, more importantly, lack of fear regarding humiliation make him a hard man to resist liking.

● Crafts: Before deciding that travelling was easier than standing still, Noa was trained as a carpenter and his experience in the years since have given him the gift of putting stuff together on a shoestring budget and in fifteen minutes, if necessary.

𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦
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● Restless: Noa has a hard time sitting still for long periods of time, both literally and metaphorically. He's a fiddler and a mover but also has a string of spontaneous 'trips' to his name that speak to his dislike of stillness or stagnation.

● Rowdy: While he treats everyone like a friend, Noa's version of friendly back and forth isn't suited to everyone. He's physical and loud, so those who prefer not to go close to others or like the quiet are probably going to avoid him.

● Singing: You can sort of act through confidence but getting up on stage and singing takes training, time, skill and dedication. Noa hasn't put in the first two and doesn't have the second two, so he's been barred from singing roles.

𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦
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Handyman – If something needs lifting, chances are that Noa can probably lift it. Apart from lifting, moving and other low skill labours, Noa still remembers most of his training as a carpenter from years ago is a dab hand at fixing up the stage or the props.

Character Actor – Although he has no training or education, Noa's got enough confidence and sense of humour to play any of the less subtle characters needed for a show. He's got ambitions towards more nuanced roles though, and would like to be a leading man at some point.

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗖.
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He would love to play Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet and thinks that after some more time in the company that he might make a good Stanley Kowalski in A Streetcar Named Desire.

[Knight of Doom]

Madelyn "Maddie" Manriquez

Madelyn Manriquez

^{Female | 22 | Homosexual}

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
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Madelyn is 5'8" with a pear shaped build. She has a little muscle on her bones, which she improves upon by going to yoga. She especially has nice toned legs and a strong core. However, she has very little upper body strength. During the summer her skin is usually a darker tone, reflecting her Latin american roots, but during the winter, she is easily white passing. She definitely knows how to dress in order to accent her good features since she's self conscious about her flaws. She has a dark birthmark at the base of the back of her neck, and it annoys her to no end, especially since she can't really see it. It's difficult to cover, so she keeps her curly brown hair long and down at all times to help. That along with some imperfect makeup cover it.

Madelyn has hazel eyes and a friendly look on her face. A smile is almost always on her face, even if it's occasionally condescending or disapproving. She carries herself without fear, but usually gives off the impression that she's a stereotypical white girl. Madelyn has a sweet tone to her voice, and uses a lot of inflection when she speak. She never uses physical indicators or direct words to express her feelings and meaning. Instead she uses the tone and attitude of her voice.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬
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Madelyn is a free spirit. She lives, doing whatever is pleasing to her regardless of what society may think. However, she's very protective of her friends. The second someone starts criticizing one of her friends, she will stand up for them. If she sees another person being bullied, she will no doubt step in. Madelyn is very aware of social issues and does her best to make sure everyone is loved.

When it comes to work, Madelyn has to come up with a system. She finds the best way to do things and sticks with that. Otherwise, she has difficulties with finishing on time. When it comes to working with others, she can usually be alright as long as they are rational and efficient. If not, they better listen to every command she dishes out. She uses her time wisely and almost always uses all the time she is allowed to get a task done. Being a bit of a perfectionist, Maddie tends to very rarely be satisfied with her work. She works so hard because she is afraid of failure. She doesn't want people to look at her work and be disgusted with it. It's her biggest fear, something that was caused by the expectations placed on her as a young girl by her parents and now by herself.

When it comes to close relationships, Madelyn is a very physical person. She loves touching others whether it be clinging to their shoulder, to holding hands, to even cuddling. However, when it comes to meeting cute girls, Maddy turns into a flustered mess and oh boy, there are a lot of cute girls. She tries to be smooth, but always manages to fail at every turn. Sometimes it works out, but it's always an embarrassing story and her friends constantly tease her about it.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦
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✓ Coffee
✓ Honduran food
✓ Massages (Giving and Receiving)
✓ Plants

✗ The Patriarchy
✗ Fast food
✗ "Free" WiFi
✗ Windowless rooms

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬
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Madelyn grew up in a fairly normal middle class home. She was the oldest out of 3 children. Her younger brother and baby sister are quite a bit younger than her since she was actually an accident. Her father is from Honduras and her mother is Caucasian. Every other summer, Maddie would go to Honduras to spend time with her dad's dad's side of the family. Her dad's mom was actually from America, making Madelyn only a quarter Latina American.

Because of her father's poor upbringing, Madelyn has always been pushed by her parents to do well in school so she can prosper later in life. Since Maddie loves her parents, she always did her best. Though she wasn't exactly a straight A student, she always tried hard and always ended up with mostly As. In high school, Maddie began theatre in order to boost up her college resume. Since she learned how to make clothes and sew from her grandmother, she joined the costumes department. She eventually grew to love theatre. She loved the people, the reward of a good show, the fun after parties, it was overall a great time.

Madelyn went to a college in Indiana since they offered her the most money. She's perusing a major in civil engineering degree in order to appease her parents, but doesn't actually find any pleasure in the field. She is minoring in theatre, though. Because of this, she started to work at Abracadabra! in order to complete her degree. It seemed like Abracadabra was the best choice since it was close and in it's past it was a well known company. However, once Maddie learned that it wasn't as great as it used to be, she was a bit disappointed. Not that that stopped her from actually getting a job there. She's a relatively new addition to the group since she joined 6 months ago.

𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦
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● Sewing
● Multitasking
● Drawing
● Learning languages

𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦
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● Compromise
● Impatience
● Remembering things

𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦
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Seamstress – Madelyn is usually in charge of or helping with costumes. She has a habit of sketching out plans before putting them together to help her visualize the outfit.

Supporting Actor - She can act to a decent degree as a supporting character as long as it's not too strange or overy the top.

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗖.
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Madelyn really wants to put on Wicked because of all the fun and creativity she can put into the costumes.

[Jacobite]

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