#Sample Shakespeare acting Classes | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

thefirstcourtesan · 6 years ago

Text

The Royal Recap: A Tale of Two Houses, Chapter 1

Hello all! It’s time for my thoughts and reactions to the first two chapters of The Royal Masquerade. Most weeks I will have this out earlier than Friday, but as many of you know, I was way from Friday to Wednesday and am playing catch up.

I loved The Crown and the Flame. Loved it so much. I do like the Royal Romance, but it was the TC&TF connection that has me so excited about this book, a return to teh world of teh Five Kingdoms and the first Choices characters I ever fell in love with. I play wth two devices so my recaps note that. I don’t search out other playthroughs though, this is just based on my own play and reaction. I will point out connections to other books and my random thoughts and so on. I also don’t necessarily go chronologically, if a point comes up twice, I will discuss it all at once.

So with that settled, let’s start!

The book tells us that our story is taking place in 1600 A.D in the Kingdom of Cordonia, so 400 years before modern events and a later comment about it being 300 years since humans had magic makes me think it is probably roughly 400 years since the events of TC&TF, putting us at the mid-point between the two lores. More on that later.

But first, we have to choose what we look like! 5 faces and 3 of them are from OH. Oh hello again, I think we are all sick of you. One is from ACOR and the 5th is new. I have to choose two, so I chose the ACOR face and the new one. We also have to choose a name and a house. Here are the choices for house:

I am a little salty that we couldn’t choose to be a Nevrakis 😂 as that was my number one hope for this book. Oh well. I guess I’ll choose from these three.

I chose House Rosario on one playthrough and House Everhart on the other. Meet my MCs, Lady Viola of House Rosario and Lady Livia of House Everhart:

Both names were chosen for a reason, one as a nod to one of my favorite Shakespeare plays (and a fitting one I think) and the other a reference to my own fanfic canon.

Now, to the story, we start while dancing with a mysterious stranger. The game asks us if we are interested in men, women, or both. We will see later that this choice impacts the gender of the LIs, which is a neat way of blending the sexuality choice of TE with the LI gender choice of Perfect Match/High School Story: Class Act/Platinum.

I chose interested in men on one device (Livia) and both on the other (Viola). Interesting note, I got blonde male Hunter as my dance partner in both, though he is obviously not identified yet. There is some flirting and they lean in for a kiss and then... We are rudely interrupted.

Turns out it was just a dream and we are brought to the present and the library where the MC works under the stern Head Librarian Kana. We learn that we were raised in a respected family, but given to the library. Given the nasty atttude of our aunts when we meet them, I am going to guess that happened when our parents died. But for now, back to the drudgery of writing up manuscripts on soil samples.

We are interrupted again, but this time not by Master Kana, instead it is a pretty noblewoman, who we quickly learn is our big sister Annalise. She quickly tells us that she is here to whisk us away from the library and sneak us into the Royal masquerade ball! Alright, sis, I already love you. I love her even more when she firmly puts Kana in his place before whisking us away.

She takes us home to the family estate and we reveal we have been away from some time. As soon as we get inside, we are introduce to our aunts Zya and Elise. Zya is terrible and sour and hates us, she is the one who reveals that the MC is an “adopted stray” and I am sure she is the one who gave the MC to the library. Elise doesn’t seem as bad.

Annalisa has no patience for Zya’s nonsense and also reminds her that she is the head of the family and that she wants the MC by her side. You rock Annalisa and I love you already! Zya backs down and Annalisa whisks is away to get ready for the ball.

Upstairs we meet Vasco, an older gentleman who seems to work for the family and is the last member of the household (at least for now) and we are presented with a magic mirror. Side note, I love this, becuase I have always had strong Snow White vibes from TRR and my MC Eleanor and the magic mirror just ads to that and I love it.

We learn that there are a few magical objects left in the world and that only the noble families posses them and that Queen Kendra has gifted this mirror to our house! We also learn the names of the other royal houses: Vescovi, Fierro, Beaumont, and Nevrakis. At some point I am going to sit down and figure out how they match up to the family’s of the Five Kingdoms and modern day Cordonia. So far the only consistent between the three Books is our beloved Nevrakis family.

So this magic item makes clothes appear out of nowhere (for diamonds of course), I guess this is what you do when you don’t have boutiques in every noble residence 😂. We get our first diamond dress option and it is the same one we were wearing in the dream at the beginning. TRR did this too, let us wear a dress in teh flashforward at the beginning of the book and then make us pay for it later. At least this time it is a dream. If we don’t like that dress, we are given a free black dress provided by Vasco.

The free dress is actually very nice. The diamond dress is too, but it is so close to Aster colours and that is the house I didn’t choose so that annoys me a little. But I do love the jewelled belt and I have always adored that shade of blue (it was the color of my bridesmaid dresses). Interesting, the free dress is very similar to Vasco’s outfit and I don’t think that is a coincidence. I ended up choosing the diamond dress for Livia and the free one for Viola.

After we choose our outfit, we talk a little bit with Annalisa and Vasco. Annalisa promises to free the MC from the drudgery of the library and we learn that our house is about to be announced as the newest noble house. Apparently our parents made lots of money and Annalisa has charmed the queen and the result is that we are being granted official status and the power and influence that goes with it.

We travel to the ball and then we are introduced to Queen Kendra, though we don’t realize that is who it is at first. Kendra is very friendly to the MC and they have a brief chat about art and then we are whisked inside because there are other nobles waiting to greet Kendra.

The MC eagerly eats some bread (because they are starving her at the library) and Annalisa generteases her about it, before departing to find a bed mate for the night. Between Annalisa and Hunter (as we will soon see), we get the impression that Cordonian court is very sexually liberal, which is awesome. I am putting PB on notice that I expect my MC to be able to indulge as well, no waiting a whole book for a kiss.

The MC heads to the food table (good plan) but is distracted by a gorgeous person in a sun mask who is being fawned over by noblewomen. However, despite their admirers, we are the one who catches their eye and we get the chance to choose their appearance (and gender, if you picked you are interested in both). I picked Asian male for Viola and white male for Livia. (Note- From this point on, I will be referring to them as male because both mine are).

This mysterious noble in the sun mask is the same one from our dream (we’ll potentially 😂) and he flirts with us, ignoring his fawning audience in favour of us and he asks us to dance, telling us to meet him on the dance floor at the beginning of the next song. But before we can, it is time to meet our next LI.

We have attracted the attention of a mysterious person in a moon mask, who seems to realize that we don’t belong. We get the chance to customize their appareance and I chose the black male for Viola and I chose the Hispanic/Mediterranean (I don’t know what race they are supposed to be) male for Livia. (note- Like with Hunter, from this point forward I will be referring to them as male).

He asks us for our invitation, but we deflect him and there is a chance for some flirting before he asks us to dance. We now choose who to dance with. Livia chooses to dance with the man in moon mask and Viola with the man in the sun mask.

Both men take being rejected well and then we begin dancing with our chosen partner. The conversation is similar but not the same. The man in the sun mask is smoother, more flirtatious while the man in the moon mask is a little more reserved, as if he is unaccustomed to this kind of thing. The man in the sun mask lifts the MC, while the man in the moon mask dips her.

I really like this scene and how it differs between the two men to accommodate their personalities, because it lets you get a feel for them. Both want to know who the MC is, but they approach it differently, with the man in the sun mask desperately curious and the man in the moon mask more suspicious/intrigued and more direct.

The dance ends and the man in the moon mask comments he still knows little about the MC, while their is a crowd ready to pounce on the man in the sun mask who is unwilling to let hte MC go just yet. Both men suggest that the MC join them on the balcony to continue their dance and we have our first diamond scene!

Again, the diamond scene is similar, but not identical. Again, the man in the sun mask is very comfortable and very charming, while the man in the moon mask is more reserved but very observant. In both cases, you dance and then the masked man tries to guess your identity. The man in the sun man guesses foreign noble (though if you tell him the truth, he is not surprised) while the man in the moon mask accurately guesses who you are. Then it is your chance to guess who he is, if you choose “noble from important house”, the man in the sun mask agrees and the man in the moon mask demurs, but both refuse to name their house, saying it changes how people see them.

The two of you admire the view from the balcony, his hand covering yours, and then it is time for you to remove your masks. Both men seem to be quite impressed by the MC’s appearance and in both cases, they are about to kiss her when they are interrupted by Vasco (who I am so suspicious of, dude is up to something).

Apparently, Annalissa is about to give the Queen the wrong invitation. So we say goodbye to our mystery man, though we do get a name. You can choose their name, though the defaults are Hunter and Kayden. I kept Hunter (becuase I am sure it is a nod to Dominic Hunter) but changed Kayden to Dante on both devices and will be referring to him as such.

We hurry to the throne room, but find two dead guards and get there just as an assassin plunges a knife into Queen Kendra! The Queen advises for us to flee with her dying breath and the assassin threatens us. The assassin reminds me of the shadows from TC&TF and that makes me wonder who sent them, a foreign power or someone within Cordonia? Right now, we have bigger worries, because our sweet sister is lying unconscious on the floor!

And end chapter one.

I thought this was a great start, it introduced the world and set the tone of one of glitz and glamour but also secrets and a darker side. I feel like that may be what this book is about, about everything that lurks Heath the glittering surface of court and I am here for it.

Also, visually this is such a beautiful book. The background, the characters, the gowns, everything is so beautiful. I love period pieces and I am already drawn into the world that they have built and I am so excited to be exploring this portion of Corodnian history!

#the Royal recap #the royal masquerade #playchoices

47 notes · View notes

archiveddvrpg · 5 years ago

Photo

Congratulations, LIA! You’ve been accepted for the role of MACBETH with an approved FC change to Dev Patel. Admin Rosey: Ladies and gentlemen, we are incredibly excited to announce that we have our Macbeth! Mikael Falco is a difficult character to capture simply because writing him is like a balancing act - you have to understand his own wants and the wants of those he loves and find balance between the two. Lia, you managed to capture him and his voice perfectly making him wholly unique and stand out in an unapologetic way. We are over the moon to have out Macbeth and even more excited to see what ruin he'll bring to the dash! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Liar

Age | 21

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Activity Level | I pop in every few days for replies, and I’ll definitely be even more active once school ends in a few weeks.

Timezone | EST

How did you find the rp? | The RP tag many, many eons ago.

Current/Past RP Accounts | *points at Ro*

IN CHARACTER

Character | Macbeth— AKA the wonderfully indecisive and useless Mikael Falco. I would also like to request an FC change to Dev Patel. Dev is 29, so I was hoping to age him down to 31 or 32? That would also make me much more comfortable with the age gap between him and Lucrezia!

What drew you to this character? | Honestly, after I read Macbeth in my Shakespeare class, I began looking at Mikael in a different light. I think there are many people in Verona with one track minds and desires, but none as plagued by their owns demons and indecision in the way that Mikael is. He was told exactly who he was supposed to be. His parents outlined all the steps, set him up with all the tools and knowledge necessary to secure notoriety for the Falco name. This man yeeted his own parents out of Verona. Like who does that? I think I’ve fallen in love with the potential Mikael sees in himself, but his own inability to make anything of it, and I am v excited to see how he can potentially wreak havoc (or not) when he finally does something (or doesn’t, but if he does it’ll probably be stupid lbr). Being a dark, immoral asshole means nothing when you don’t have the intelligence, aptitude, nor motivation to act on it tbh. He’s not the obvious pick for someone in pursuit of throne— but I believe his inability to quiet the lust within him will potentially get him damn near close (or damn near dead).

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

I DARE DO ALL THAT MAY BECOME A MAN; WHO DARES DO MORE IS NONE— Mikael definitely isn’t the most moral of characters. His parents instilled one goal within him. They never said he had to do it in the most right or moral way. I am interested in exploring his own loyalty to the mob, or the lackthereof. I see him taking the most convienent possible route in order to obtain the one thing he acquires most, and that is the crown. Whether that be through the Capulets or through the Montagues.

IT WILL HAVE BLOOD THEY SAY. BLOOD WILL HAVE BLOOD—The ambuigity in his connection with Matthias is something I adore. It never concretely states whether or not Mikael actually killed his father, but considering all the people he’s killed, whether it be for the Falcos, the Capulets, Lucrezia, or himself— Mikael has accumulated a plethora of bodies in his wake, and quite a few ghosts to follow. A HUGE charactaristic that defines Macbeth, and Mikael too is his own paranoia. He’s always convinced someone is out to get him, and that his own actions (mostly lackthereof), will come back to haunt him. This plot isn’t super concrete right now, but I want Mikael to something (or many) deliciously stupid. Maybe it’ll work out, maybe it probably won’t. These are mostly traits I hope to explore through further characterization and plot development.

SHALL HE DWINDLE, PEAK, AND PINE— There aren’t many people nor things Mikael fears (maybe Lucrezia and his own mind), but Theodora definitely creeps him the fuck out. He won’t make it easier for them, he wants to be chased, pursued even, before he ever considers giving in. What happens when they offer him an escape? Through the experimentation of his own body and mind? What happens when they offer him a potential way to quiet his demons? Mikael has never been one to indulge in drugs, Lucrezia has always been intoxicating enough (an equal parts a headache), and I’m interested in how they might end affecting him— for better or for worse. Will it make him more active? Will it make him even more inactive then before? It would take time because Mikael is stubborn as fuck, but these are all things I hope to discover ;-)

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Pls. Don’t let Lucrezia do it though :|

IN DEPTH

In-Character Para Sample:

1. Mikael born to a family that coveted immortality, to the point where they’d procure it by any means, and for any imminent amount. They would appraise their SOULS, and solicit them to the highest bidders. It would be the Capulets that accepted their terms, and from that moment on, their names would forever be intertwined with the Capulet reign. A symbiotic liaison was formed, one that depended on a child, a son, in particular, to propel forward. But hadn’t they saw how precarious of a position they’d left him in? How difficult it was to make a proper namesake for himself, one severed from the Capulet name, when the only prosperity he’d known was flung to him in scraps from their bloodied, opened palms? They’d grown far too content with being the Capulet’s lapdogs, and they’d managed to commit the greatest sin that any mortal man could carry out against him. Doubt. As they boarded their flight back to India, after a very convincing conversation with Cosimo Capulet expressing his concern for their dwindling minds, his parents were then reduced to the nameless commoners that they’d once been all those years ago. They should’ve known better, but they hadn’t known better— and that’s when Mikael understood that he was not the GOD he believed himself to be and that a total recreation of himself was vital. He would no longer be the child of two people utterly content with being subjected to the will of another. Those were not the kind of people that were IMMORTALIZED by scripture long after they were gone. He would become the man unwilling to settle for anything other than absolute IDOLIZATION, no matter who would have to be eradicated from his path in order to do so. He were a man willing to forsake even his own parents; how could anyone believe he would not obtain what he wanted at any cost?

2. He would know of LUST before he knew of love (though can he say he truly has loved? When the only love he’d had known has been distorted and corrupt to its very essence?) That terrible, that wild desire— it was instilled in him from his earliest moments of comprehension. This insatiable want; this unquenchable need for something more. It would lord over him in his youth, towering over him like an ominous cloud, but it wasn’t until adulthood that Mikael would dally with it, exploring its various nuances and potentiality. It wouldn’t be until his parents denied him of what he believed to be rightfully his that he first succumbed to it. The second time would be when he saw her. She’d been a dancing flurry of reds, vivacious energy ricocheting off of her and into the minds of her spectators— men and women of all ages. But there had been a crucial disparity between Mikael and the rest of the onlookers, as he would coo to her months later. They were wholly content with being graced by Lucrezia’s presence. A glimpse of her was all they thought they deserved. He’d been greedy, not wanting to settle for a meager glimpse. Mikae had never been one to stop at what he simply deserved. That same lust that had driven him to exile his own blood was the same lust that electrified him in his pursuits of Lucrezia. He’d been a man of scarce variety in his own thoughts, and a man of even scarcer actions. And truthfully? Mikael had known he wasn’t good enough. Not at that moment when he’d first saw her. But his desire fueled his insignificant life with purpose, and despite his own habit of capitulating to inaction, he were determined more than anything to become good enough. No one could deny Mikael of that— of his unquenchable resolve. Lucrezia could ask him of anything, to stare down the GODS themselves, and he would’ve done so. At that moment, he had been nothing and she had been everything. They would BECOME something together. She would breathe life to the Falco name. He’d signed away his soul and commenced with his dance with the devil. Lucrezia wanted a chase— she wanted him to leap through rings of hellfire for her favor, and he’d indulged her with little resistance. He had not expected the softness her love would instill within him, and how wholly determined he would be to keep her happy. She would become the spark that would ignite his flame; she breathed life into the Falco name as he’d expected, but she’d breathed life into him too. He’d been completely enchanted, blind to the power he’d gradually begun to sign over to her. His soul had gone first, followed by his cognizance, a suspension of disbelief replacing the parts of his mind that were meant to be logical. Mikael would come to know that flame Lucrezia wielded, that flame that once frequently warmed him— and that it was just as capable of SCORCHING him all the same. She’d seized all his shortcomings, and how plentiful they had been, and stored them in her ARSENAL of weapons to be wielded against him. And wield them she did. Each TAUNT bounded him tighter and tighter to her. He was incapable of overlooking his own inferiority in her presence. That inferiority that he’d promised himself to overcome, was now being used to keep him constrained, confining him to his own mediocrity. Maybe this is what he deserved for existing as a being ruled by only lust. Mikael told himself that a lesser man would have befallen the same fate, but how could he truly have known, when that lesser man himself met him every day in the mirror?

Extras: my love and adoration b/c I took too damn long on that para sample sokefgoegek Btw, all my bold text disappeared. :( I redid it twice. And it’s gone, yet again

#accepted #accepted: macbeth

5 notes · View notes

purplesurveys · 5 years ago

Text

694

What song are you listening to right now? I’m not listening to anything but the last song I played was Violet by Daniel Caesar; I don’t actually know the song but it was part of a playlist on Spotify. Admit it -- you want a Snuggie. What design/color? I don’t even know what that is, but if it came in pink I’d want one. Do you prefer movies at home or movies at the theatre? Home is cozier and costs much less, haha. How many songs does your iTunes have? Ooh, I haven’t used my iTunes in like half a decade buuuut I think it peaked with around 400-500 songs? Idk, I didn’t explore much as a kid and I liked to stick with my favorite singers/bands. Do you take a shower in the morning or the night before? When I’m off school I like to shower at night - much more comfy that way, and I fall asleep faster. But when I have to leave the house whether to go to school, the mall, to crash at someone’s place, etc. I always bathe a few hours before. Always. I hateeeeee not feeling fresh when I go outside.

What's your academic niche? (History, math, science, etc.) History for sure, but there are some science topics I’m also okay in. Who's your youngest teacher? They’re all already pretty seasoned lol I can’t actually tell. I think it’s Ma’am Cai; welp, at least among my current professors, she’s the one that acts the youngest. Have you ever had the samples people offer you at Costco? I’ve never been in a Costco but I typically don’t get samples from our local groceries because idk, they just look nasty :/ The only samples I get are the free ones they hand over at Starbucks and Coffee Bean, haha. If you had to name your kid after a food, what would his/her name be? I’d take olives and turn it to Olivia, which was always my choice for a girl anyway. But if it really had to be food-inspired I’d go with... Brie for a girl, or Sage for a boy. Miley Cyrus: Inspirational role model or a ho? Get with the times, 2009 survey. This question won’t get away with that word today. Anyway, Miley is a badass. I never changed my mind about her, maybe except for that time she did that performance with Robin Thicke. Are you stressed about anything? Right now no. I’m on a six-week break, I wanna enjoy it without thinking about the stuff that would typically stress me out. When's the last time you had a rock, paper, scissors match? It’s been a few months. What's your favorite anime? I don’t watch anime... the only show I got into was Pokemon. Did you cry when Ash let his Butterfree go with the other Butterfrees? I vaguely remember that but I probably got sad over it when I was younger. Don't you hate it when Facebook auto-corrects your smiley faces and hearts? I don’t mind it. Skinny, flared, ripped, or faded jeans? Ugh I hate all of these. I have a lot of skinny jeans in my closet but they’re always a last resort - my go-to these days is mom jeans. What are you excited for? Meh, nothing in particular. I wanna say my birthday? but who knows what the world is gonna come to be by then. Are you part of the Farmville cult? No I never played. I wasn’t allowed to make a Facebook account at the time when games like that and Petville and Plants vs. Zombies were big. What were you for Halloween? Last year I went as Dora. AND IT WAS SO ANNOYING because the party we were invited to prohibited shorts??? And 1) Dora wore shorts and 2) I searched far and wide for a pair of orange shorts? It was the first time I heard of a dress code that strict for a college party lmao I couldn’t believe it. Thankfully Rita had just bought a pair of orange jeans so she let me borrow those. Have you ever had braces? Back in high school. What year of high school are you in? I am not. What's your favorite flower? Peonies. Would you ever bleach your hair? Probably not. My hair has faced enough damage. Have you ever stood on a frozen solid body of water? No. That sounds scary though. I’ve heard and watched people fall through ice :/ Would you ever take up smoking or drinking? I’m already doing both. Thanks, college and peer pressure! Do those girls with 1,000 friends on Facebook REALLY have that many? I dunno, who knows? It’s always possible. I have a bigger problem with the fact that this question just singled out girls lmao. What holiday is your birthday closest to? Uhh Earth Hour, if it counts? If not, we have Araw ng Kagitingan on April 9 which commemorates the Fall of Bataan during WWII. Are you cyberdyslexic? Is this even a thing? I’ve never heard of this until today. Are you regular dyslexic? No. Is there irregular dyslexia? :((( What would your name be if you were a boy? I don’t know. My parents didn’t think about this either I think. Which person from way back when would you love to hang out with? My great grandpa. Either him or his cousin who wrote a book on history. What color are your eyes? Dark brownnnnnnn ugh this will FOREVER be in surveys won’t it. The forever on-going question: Is Twilight stupid or actually brilliant? It’s so stupid. BUT I LOVE IT ok. Did you carve pumpkins for Halloween this year? No. We don’t do that here. Does your family use a real pine tree or a plastic one for Christmas? I think most households here use artificial trees. I was already a little old when I found out other countries would use real trees. Do you know anyone with a play-on name? (Chris P. Bacon, Justin Case, etc.) Not personally but super recently someone named their kid COVID BRYANT and it was all over social media for a few days. Covid Bryant. Let that shit sink in. Only Filipinos, man. Do you have any foreign exchange students at your school? Yeah, mostly Koreans and Japanese people. If you had a week to live, what would you do? I don’t have much of a choice, do I... I’m gonna be stuck at home and do the stuff I’ve already been doing in the last three weeks, and just hope I had fun.

Are you good at brain teasers? Some, but I don’t enjoy doing them in general. Is your handwriting nice? I can handle a pen pretty well, if I do say so myself. I have a neater penmanship than most people I know. What's your second language? English. Is it uncomfortable for you to take showers in glass stalls w/out curtains? Not really but the door has to be locked. Finish the sentence: Remember, remember... The fifth of November? I dunno why I know about that though. Did you understand Shakespeare? No. I always bought the No Fear Shakespeare editions cos I had absolutely no patience to try and understand the original text. What do you want to be when you're older? Rich. What's your favorite dog breed? Golden retriever or pitbull. Are you one of those people who take like, 50 Facebook quizzes at a time? I’ve never taken a Facebook quiz. What was the last shot you got? It was at the roof of my mouth, back when I had a tooth extraction. Ever gotten cavities? A few times. Can you differentiate between the words "your" and "you're?" Yes. Do you use hair ties as bracelets? Lmao always. Don’t most girls do this? What was the last school project you did that you couldn't wait to turn in? My book report for my business journalism class. After I proofread it like 6 times and triple-checked the word count, I couldn’t waitttt to get rid of it. Have you ever graded papers? Sure. I’ve said it in past surveys, but my org hosts journalism workshops to interested schools, whether they’re in elementary, high school, or college. At the end of the day they have to come up with their own articles, and then we check each of them, correct the mistakes, grade them, and give it back to them with our comments. What was your favorite year of school up to this point? Third year of high school. I don’t really have a favorite year of college... I had lows in each of them. What's the latest you've ever woken up? 11 AM. Can you recite the alphabet backwards? For a time I did cos Angela taught me. Then I just never sang it again so I ended up forgetting. If you could master one language in thirty minutes, what would it be? Korean. Are you a sucker for foreign accents? No. Sometimes I find it hard to understand. Where were you born? Is it the same place you live currently? I was born somewhere in Manila, and I live faaar away from there now. How often do you remember your dreams? What did you last dream about? Only if I note them down on my phone. The last dream I remember having was too lengthy for me to want to type it all down, but it involved me and Gabie being exes, and she had her own kid hahaha. When did you learn the ninja turtles were named after Renaissance artists? Pretty early, I guess. I’ve never seen the show though. Do you do yoga? Nope.

#survey #surveys

2 notes · View notes

delossbrown-blog · 7 years ago

Link

#Sample Shakespeare acting Classes #NYC Shakespeare Acting Class #Shakespeare Classes New York

0 notes

startyourfuturerp · 6 years ago

Text

Congrats, Auty! You’ve been accepted as Jesse St. James. Please remember to follow everyone here, and send in your account within 24 hours!

ooc

name: auty

age: 21+

timezone: est

pronouns: she/her

triggers: rfp

past blogs: rfp

name: jesse st james

age & date of birth: 23, january 25th

hometown: trenton, new jersey

school year: junior

major(s)/minor(s): musical theater (major)

clubs/sports: shakespeare club, future reality television judges (i made this up), tennis

backstory:

While his older siblings boasted silver spoons in their mouths from birth, Jesse came into the world with a cordless microphone wrapped around his tiny head. The first wails from his newborn lips were perfectly in-sync with his mother’s - he learned to harmonize quite literally before he could speak. Financially the St. James’ were filthy rich, but Jesse was also dripping with talent and creativity, he was destined for greatness.

He was his parent’s pride and joy. They gave him anything his heart desired, like they did all their children, but rarely in Jesse’s case were his desires unproductive. At age five he longed for ballet classes, a year later tap, he started working with a dialect coach once he graduated to reading chapter books; he left elementary school more prepared for Broadway and Hollywood than most young starlets, yet it wasn’t enough. Musical theater sleep-away camps became a necessity, community productions filled his summer, performing was second nature to him, like breathing. So when he wasn’t on the stage, something felt wrong.

As he turned from child to teen, there was no denying his performances not only defined him, they completed him. Maybe it was unhealthy his parents allowed him to feel empty when he wasn’t receiving endless praise or accolades, but his drive and ambition were unmatched, and it brought glory to the St. James name. His parents were invested, not in what he did, but in what he could do for them. Small recurring roles in soap operas filmed in the city put his father in the same room as potential clients, regional shows put his mother in contact with uppity frenemies she grew to hold dear. Jesse was their favorite child, though there were certainly strings attached. Envy was something they cherished, and they passed it along to their youngest child.

By the time high school graduation rolled around, Jesse racked up more accomplishments than his peers could even dream of. He was a National Show Choir Champion, four years running, the undisputed star of Vocal Adrenaline (the country’s most well known show choir). He had twelve episodes of One Life to Live under his belt, a regional tour of The Sound of Music (the most memorable Friedrich in decades), and an agent landing him auditions day in and day out. Jesse already “made it” what else did he need?

College seemed unnecessary, not to mention irrelevant given he was more well trained than the majority of professors in the country. Except of course, those at NYADA. Carmen Tibideaux was an icon, a national treasure. Cassandra July was a hot mess, but brilliant. He auditioned for a spot, initially thinking it was beneath him, but when an acceptance letter landed in his hands…he’d be a fool to let it pass him by.

One year. Two semesters. Twelve months was all he lasted, thriving in a new environment, surrounded by students, not quite as talented as he was, but better than before. At least there was a peer in his general vicinity. Peers he got too caught up with; vocal sparring in the middle of Time Square, dance offs, trashy student films he insisted on remaining behind the camera on. Whilst juggling classes, auditions, and a shocking amount of free time, his grades started slipping. See, Jesse wasn’t used to attending classes. There were a handful of general liberal arts classes the school expected him to go to, math, sciences, Jesse thought they were optional. In high school, they were optional. They were for the ugly and untalented, added onto his schedule for, well, he wasn’t sure why, but he certainly didn’t plan on wasting time going to them. Who needed Algebra, anyway? He was a star.

Again, college appeared unnecessary. They honestly expected him to spend precious hours reading astronomy textbooks when the entirety of Shakespeare’s works was a mere foot away? They thought he’d pass on the opportunity to audition for the Broadway revival of Candide because some random rover on Mars ran out of battery? There were opportunities to add to his resume at his fingertips, he was Jesse St James, not Bo Schmoe Can’t Reach His Higher Register who needed math skills as a fall back plan.

Back in New Jersey, Vocal Adrenaline was looking for a new coach. Goolsby, in all his pathetic mediocrity, finally got the boot. Jesse was a shoe in, one phone call and he’d have the job. But he hadn’t failed out of NYADA. A summer semester was all he’d need to get back in their good graces, back on top. He impressed in every other avenue of his education, one measly math class and he’d be fine, a sophomore, at NYADA, a school students would kill to get into.

But privilege was dangerous. Privilege convinced Jesse he didn’t need NYADA, that they were lucky to have him, and if they weren’t smart enough to realize that and ignore the need for liberal arts, they didn’t deserve him.

One year. Two semesters. Coaching Vocal Adrenaline to another National Trophy wasn’t nearly as challenging or rewarding as he thought it’d be. Their performance was amazing, due to his direction, but he’d be better. Sitting behind a desk and coaching them to greatness wasn’t as satisfying as all the times he achieved greatness himself. A year off was enough. He’d collected some coveted ‘life experience’ that Carmen Tibideaux always rambled on about. He was older, more mature, he was sick of coaching whiny acne covered students not nearly as talented as he was.

There are rumors swirling around Jesse’s choice to attend Ginsburg - some say he was chased out of New York after he walked out on NYADA, a borderline sacrilegious act. Others claim he sat on Carmen Tibideaux’s doorstep, begging, pleading for her to take him back, and she got a restraining order strong enough to send him up the Northeastern Seaboard. In truth, he chose Ginsburg on his own. There was a deep level of pretension at NYADA he couldn’t stomach, and while the answer was likely no anyway, he didn’t attempt to re-apply. Ginsburg was perfect, the alma matter of an instructor from his childhood, virtually unknown in comparison to the art schools in the big apple. There was a challenge to put it on the map, to help bring it into the conversation when future generations were talking prestigious art schools…he couldn’t resist.

samples: rfp

#syf!accepted #syf!jesse

2 notes · View notes

toycarousel · 7 years ago

Note

What kind of exorcising do you do before you record?

I like to burn some sage and draw the curtains back during daylight. (Sorry Anon -- I know autocorrect is a cruel mistress, but I just couldn’t resist).

Nah, but as for vocal techniques that are helpful to use before recording, hmmm... there are quite a few out there (I remember being made to do some painfully absurd stuff backstage before plays, during high school), but the tactics I’ve found more useful have been ones that I actually learned during a ‘Voice and Movement’ course I took a while back that was actually very physical in nature~!!!

Like, one of my fave vocal warmups is to grab a sample paragraph of what I’m about to voice, voice it normally (just in my room, standing neutrally upright). Then, I go to a wall and push my hands flat against that wall with all my strength, as though I’m trying to move the wall forward (I do this for about 60 seconds, making sure that I’m not subconsciously holding my breath) I recite the paragraph while pushing, then I release, and read the exact same paragraph again while standing relaxed. My voice usually sounds much better after doing the Wall Push. ; P

Another vocal exercise I learned (in the same course) that I still find helpful (but that I really only do when I can actually convince a friend/family member to humour me with it), is one where, with that same sample paragraph (or a paragraph from anything you find easy enough to somewhat memorize), I ask someone to chase me around the room while I try to recite the paragraph. It sounds ridiculous, and trust me, it totally looks ridiculous too, but the, like, inherent fear of being chased around the room and avoiding someone around obstacles really helps take you out of your own head when it comes to voice acting, and acting in general. It can be fun, too, which eases some of the associated anxiety with recording, and gets you to kind of experiment with the way you speak.

For example, in this class, I had to memorize a Shakespeare sonnet, and my teacher set up a little obstacle course, then chased each student, in turn, around the room (in front of the rest of the class). And I will say that it helped my recitation of the sonnet MASSIVELY. Instead of trying to sound all proper “Shakespearian,” I’d end up shouting the line at random intervals (when the teacher got close to catching me), ended up genuinely laughing through other lines, and just kinda learned how to break out of this rigid idea of what I thought I “should” sound like. This sort of thing applies to all acting, imo, and I have asked family members to chase me around the house before a recording, ahahaha~!

Now, if you’ve got limited mobility, like say you’re disabled, or ill, and you can’t be darting around rooms or pushing walls with all your strength -- there are some excellent breathing exercises that I’ve used before recording as well~!!! And I use these more often, actually, as they’re easier to do in a pinch.

I’ll go into one of those here, and then just mention a couple lasting tips below that:

So, ‘Paced Breathing’ is always a good go-to warmup prior to recording. It’s a therapy technique that helps lessen anxiety for many people, by engaging the parasympathetic nervous system (inducing a natural calming effect). And it helps a person to connect to their diaphragm and stomach. The goal is always to breathe through your stomach and diaphragm, not your throat or chest. I mean, your chest will probably always move a little bit when you breathe, but place a gentle hand on your stomach, and when you breathe in, try to feel as through you’re filling your stomach with air so the hand gets pushed outward.

The paced part of ‘Paced Breathing’ is just timing related, and is the more calming aspect of the exercise. With one hand on your stomach (and breathing from the stomach), breathe in to the count of 4; breathe out to the count of 5. Then breathe in to the count of 4, and out to the count of 6. In through the count of 4; out through the count of 7... and so on, until you get to about 9 or 10 seconds on your out-breath. The breath in is always about the same number (4 is p standard). You don’t want to cause hyperventilation~!!! It’s also good to keep track of what your shoulders are doing during this exercise. Try to keep them down and relaxed, as opposed to hunched up and tense.

A few tips/good things to remember just prior to recording:

- Avoid milk/creamy foods and beverages before recording, as they can coat the mouth and throat and make enunciation more difficult~! Have plenty of plain water nearby, though~!!! : D Careful not to keep it so close that you accidentally spill it on your equipment, of course!

- Try to keep the back of your throat relaxed when you voice act. If your throat starts to hurt at ANY point in time, stop immediately, rest, and srsly consider not doing that particular voice... it might just be outta your range, and as you act, you’ll pick up more and more skills, and someday it might not be out of range anymore, and you can pick it up again then. But in the meantime, you don’t want to risk permanently damaging your vocal chords.

- If you’re about to voice act a character, try to connect with the character personally. Carefully pay attention to the emotions they’re feeling in the scene, and relate it to times you’ve felt similar. Treat characters like people, not like caricatures.

- Personally, when I have the space to do so, I’ll let my body and face do whatever they want to while I’m doing an initial (non-recorded) read-through~! Body language can help translate into believable vocals really well, in my experience (but you gotta be mindful of your body, or the microphone might pick up movement sounds, and/or, if you’re me, the mic might even get kicked halfway across the recording space. Even hobbyist mics like mine are too expensive to risk that. :’)

I hope some of this was helpful, Anon~!!!!!! xoxoxo

#voice acting tips #voice acting exercises #acting exercises #acting #theatre #vocals #vocal tips #anons #scotchasks

74 notes · View notes

mindwideopen · 5 years ago

Text

youtube

Money..... Oy. Money.... eep. Money.... sigh. All beliefs I currently hold about money. Money is a source of energy. It’s also a way to freedom in our society. Some people hold strong beliefs about money; both positively and negatively. My beliefs have held me back from achieving some of my desires in life.

Ok, I’m just gonna lay it out, I’m mad about money, and not in a good way. I don’t have enough of it, I’m aggravated by it, the lack of it hinders my freedom and creative progress. And I’m bitter about it. All energies I put on money. Doesn’t really leave a lot of room for change, or growth, and definitely doesn’t aid in getting to the solutions I need, to get more of it. I’ve been pretty resolute; money, is a pain, in my culo. Well, it has been, cause I believe it.

I’m currently unemployed. I worked in the entertainment industry professionally here in Chicago for about a solid 15 years, and before that I’ve basically done every minimum wage job under the sun. I started working at age 11, at my grandparents restaurant. I was taught to work. I didn’t want to. I was considered lazy by some, and an irresponsible kid by others. I was fired from a lot of my jobs for lack of good job performance and lack of interest before I was legal.

I worked at both jewel and osco (a combo grocery store and drugstore chain in the Midwest).I think I quit jewel, I worked there pushing carts in the parking lot and bagging when I was 15. I got a workers permit. I used to sit in the bins in the basement at osco. I would sing, and swing my legs. I was supposed to be bringing up supplies and refacing the merchandise on the shelves. I did it, sometimes. I got fired from there. They showed me the footage.

I was also fired from being an ice cream scooper at Petersen’s ice cream (well, it was like more laid off) but I think it was because I sampled all the ice cream every shift prior to work, plus I ate the extras, and my scoops for people were entirely too big, bordering on ridiculous. That was probably a good reason to be laid off. I didn’t think so, but it ended up being a blessing in disguise, because I had gained 16-20lbs working there (depending on what I decide when I tell this story...). They said I’d get sick of the ice cream after awhile. I never did. Dammit.

I went from job to job, place to place, trying to fit into society, and get paid in some honest capacity. I couldn’t afford to continue college (my parents were kind enough to pay for part of my associates degree, but I couldn’t afford the tuition of the 4 year I transfered to) so I quit school, started waiting tables, and eventually acting.

I liked acting. It’s something I had done since I was little. My ma’s side of the family called me, little Sarah Bernheart, after one of the first literal drama queens ever. I sang on the potty when I was really little. One of my favorite songs was the Busch beer commercial. 🎶if you’ve got the time, we’ve got the beer!🎶 I was around 4 or 5, so I started my career early, of potty singing is a career. I got paid in love, and attention, and acceptance.

I used to dance at the moose lodge with my grandparents and entertain all of their friends. I didn’t come from an entertainment family. We were middle class people, both sides came from italian decent, with the exception of my grandpa on my dads side. He was adopted, so we’re not entirely sure. My grandparents were a huge part of my life, and they were models for me as far as money was concerned. Hard workers, regular joes, working as hard as they could to make ends meet. They stretched the dollar til it sang moon river, but we always had everything we needed.

My original parents are divorced. My dad graduated college, and worked. My dad remarried (to my other mom) who also worked. & my Ma, also worked. Work was all around me. Work, and earn and try and earn more money. It costs money to live. It costs money to get the stuff you want. That’s life, and how society is set up. You learn a trade, or you go to school and you study hard, and graduate and are eligible for the job. You have a bachelors, a masters, a PhD. NOW you can be something, because now you are certified to do so. This is how I view success, and money. Basically a glass ceiling, unobtainable goal. My bad, but I’m being honest. I didn’t quite fit into that mold.

I worked pretty solid for years, from gig to gig. I self studied. Lots of classes. Shakespeare, Pinter, acting, improv, voice lessons, dance, on-camera classes to get to know casting agents, headshots, etc. everything one should do if they’re serious about their craft. So, “it takes money to make money” and “you have to invest in yourself”, all of this, also my beliefs. I had a hard time with it. I did all of this, to be better, and to get more work, but I was breaking even sometimes. You have to work to join the unions, but in order to get union jobs, you have to book them. The life of an actor. Everyone who’s in the arts has experienced this. So, depending on your nest egg, your experiences and subsequent perception of the business can vary. I wasn’t a saver. I was a “paycheck to paycheck” kind of a gal. I also, didn’t book a ton. And my sense of self, got way too wrapped up in that fact. I quit, about 17 years later, to have a family.

I was pretty low and depressed when I quit acting. I had had some “not so fantastic but enlightening in retrospect” experiences with people in the industry, probably due in part to my attitude not being so great by the time I decided to be done. So I sat around a lot, Kinda like I’m doing now, and i thought about my supposed failures, and where to go next creatively.

I also loved design which was something I could do easily on my own time while I was a mom. I self studied a ton, read a lot of books, and redid our home, on the cheap, in a lot of the design styles I loved and was inspired by. My focus changed from performing to visual 3d interior design.

One evening I ended up going with my husband to a Kickstarter meet and greet. Kickstarter is an online, crowd funding platform. He had done a successful kickstarter campaign, and we decided to go to try and network with people, not either of our fortes truth be told. We stood there, staring at one another until I realized that we could do the same at home. So I said, “ok, the next person that walks through that door, we’re talking to, no matter what!” That person turned out to be a very cool visual artist/interior designer named Alyssa Miserendino, and she asked me to help her source furniture and other home accessories for her within the first 5 minutes of meeting her. She was, and probably still is, fantastic. I appreciate her taking a chance on me.

I worked with Alyssa for a few years, and she went off to go to graduate school in another state. But before she left, she gave me all of her clients. She put trust in me. She knew my background, but also knew that I had what it took to design, and to coordinate projects, and I was off and rolling. She is an extremely intuitive woman, and very cool. I was a nervous wreck.

My first client was excellent. It was a complete gut and rehab of the kitchen and bathroom rental condo. It looked gorgeous at the end, and I wanted custody so I could visit and enjoy how it turned out. I went on with other clients by word of mouth, some repeat customers, but I never knew how to advertise or continue.

All of these jobs were cool, but they didn’t exactly fulfill my complete creative itch. They were aspects of the whole of me. When I was acting people used to yell because I’d mess with the wigs, and my wardrobe, and be concerned about the look of the production as a whole. That should’ve been my first clue that acting wasn’t exactly completely cutting it. I went from thing to thing to thing... when I was designing I was designing for other people’s lives, and sensibilities. Still rewarding, but I like what I like too. I want to create from the ground up, according to what I appreciate and want.

I say all of this, because how I felt about myself... was that I was a fraud. I wasn’t, but I felt that way. I wasn’t ever formally trained. I didn’t have my 4 year degree. I had an associates in liberal arts, but I wasn’t afffiliared with anyone or any school, so I felt, alone. I carried that alone feeling, that feeling of being separate and not included throughout my entire career. I was a loner. Not a great thing to be when you rely on other people to book you for work. And I always wanted to be a success, independent, the bread winner for the family. The one that made good even when no one ever had done it in the arts in my family before. But I didn’t. I married. I tried to do it, but I didn’t achieve what I wanted to. And that’s how I felt about myself, and my beliefs about my ability to be independent and make money, all played a key role in where I’m at now.... I’m currently sitting on my chair, and writing honestly, about my past, about my feelings, and about how I felt like I have failed, me.

Writing is an escape for me. It is a blank canvas where anything is possible, and anything goes (not the musical, but myself). I can write about mountains and desert terrains, but I won’t probably, because I don’t know shit about that, but I do know where I’ve been, and where I want to go. And my self study all of these years whether I realized it or not, was me. I have finally decided to be ok, with not being something. I am writing, to gain clarity and to share my experiences in hopes that others are inspired. Or, I’m writing specifically for me, it changes from day to day. All I know, is I’m here, now, writing.

The passing of time is an interesting way to determine ones life. You were born, you did stuff, you knew people, you die. Not exactly the most uplifting way of looking at it, but the details are what makes it either good or bad, depending on your POV. And my point of view about my past, and my career to date, has been pretty dismal and not very fair to me.

I consider myself a creator. I have written, sang, danced, acted, modeled, designed, drawn, and painted. I have shared my talents with the world in only the way I can. I have written about my life, and others lives, and presented them in interesting and unique ways. I am a person worthy of love. So, I’ve proven it. But my bank account doesn’t reflect it.

What have I done wrong? Why am I not a success? Why am I not riding on a golden stallion on a beach with a tiara and jewels and a flowing gown with people throwing roses at my feet? Well, because, I’d be mortified if that was happening. I hate being the center of attention sometimes. So you see, the universe, in its infinite wisdom, gives what you want whether you know what you want or not, and there’s a reason why things you may think you want aren’t happening. Although the concept of all that horse grandeur and accolades and public acceptance is cool, in practice for me personally it’s a “no thank you”.

I’ve developed into quite the introvert over the years. And with my change, my needs and wants have changed with me. Truth is, I never wanted to ride down a beach on a horse, I don’t even know how to ride a horse, and open heights, not my thing, probably another reason that God made me 5’2. I kid, but the universe gives you what you believe. And I haven’t believed I was a success, so I made decisions in my career that supported those beliefs whether I knew it consciously or not.

Comfort is important to me. A cozy nest to call my own, a place to hide from humanity and be myself. I am pretty forthcoming online, but in person it’s not the case. I am a bit shy with people I don’t know, even though I come off bold sometimes. I am still trying to find where I belong in the world right now, and get past all of the thoughts and memories that have been hanging me out to dry over the years. So, instead I’m learning to appreciate, and be in the love, and satisfied with what I do have instead of looking at the lack. Cause crap! It’s a lot of good! And I want to try again with my career, but the truth is, I’m not quite sure what to go back to. But whatever it is, it definitely won’t be with the same energy that I did it with the first time. I am a more evolved me now. A me I’m more comfortable with being.

Love, is helping me get there. Life is not always what you planned when you were younger, but it has a way of putting you on the right path if you decide to follow its lead. I’m new to this path, but better late than never. I’m deciding to let love rule, as lenny kravitz so aptly put it when I saw his dreads bouncing on stage, cause I was waaaayyy in the back, no money for front row at the Aragon ballroom in Chicago, even though it was general admission, back in ‘94. Still a great concert, just happy to be included.

Love is how you view it. Love is money, if you view it that way. Love can envelope every subject, every person, every situation if you let it. So let it rule. ❤️

#Youtube #cabaret #money #career #self love #selfworth #self reflection #selfawareness #musings #self improvement #self healing #lawofattraction #changing my mindset #motivation #inspiration #mind wide open #kari keillor

0 notes

mexicanessaymeme893 · 5 years ago

Video

youtube

essay helper

About me

Julius Caesar By Shakespeare Summary Essay Help

Julius Caesar By Shakespeare Summary Essay Help Caesar’s gullibility continued to painting itself as he consistently grew to become mesmerized by the “kindness” of his topics. However, it did not take long for these power-hungry assassinators to discover a loophole in what they would simply exploit on the expense of this gullible emperor. Going back to Caesar’s life as an emperor, he was at all times beneath the watch of a guard. This essay on Why Julius Caesar Was Assassinated was written and submitted by your fellow scholar. You are free to use it for research and reference purposes so as to write your own paper; nonetheless, you should cite it accordingly. How to begin an intro to an essay essay on environmental safety for sophistication 5, swachh bharat abhiyan essay in hindi in 350 phrases, essay writing on laughter is the best medication ib extended essay examples pc science. Essay questions on utilitarianism how to write a descriptive essay about seashore, essay on public speaking worry. These assassins pretended to be dismayed by this act of pride; nonetheless, this is all they wanted from the start; a foothold to accuse Caesar. Well, they got it absolutely later when Caesar accepted to be made a dictator for life. Some of the folks still supported Caesar and the conspirators had to look for a way to embitter them. Therefore, he let his guard leave for he was now snug within the presence of the senators, who had apparently become his friends. As time went by, he dismissed all other guards and now he would remain beneath the watch of knights and senators. As aforementioned, among the Romans, there couldn't be a king for this was outright scorn to the tribunes. Then the time got here, and the senators tried to brand Caesar a king but he refused vehemently. However, after scrutinizing the occasions, it seems that Caesar needed the title. Firstly, it would be expected of him to rebuke such individuals, put them into prison, or worse kill them . Wittingly, these assassins painted Caesar as a king by offering him a number of honors. Unfortunately, Caesar gave in to the ill plans of these brutes and as time went on, he began performing towards the legislation, something that might cost him life. According to Nicholas of Damascus , the chief principals of this plot have been males who knew for sure that if Caesar have been useless, then they would gain energy to run the nation. This persuaded many senators to consent to the plot of killing their emperor. His depictions of these men, and lots of others, are still used at present as an important document of historical past. This is IvyPanda's free database of educational paper samples. It accommodates 1000's of paper examples on all kinds of topics, all donated by useful students. You can use them for inspiration, an insight into a specific topic, a helpful supply of reference, and even just as a template of a certain kind of paper. The database is up to date daily, so anybody can simply discover a related essay example. Literary components essay examples, write an essay on french go away descriptive essay in regards to the best film i've ever seen short essay on good manners for sophistication 3, how conclude your essay. How to write a crucial nursing essay matter sentence to write for essay. How long to write a 2000 word essay argumentative essay about against no homework coverage. My finest good friend essay for class 3 my greatest e-book essay in urdu. Essay on art and science exhibition essay about new media. This meant that the senators couldn't meet him whatsoever; therefore, they might not get likelihood to hold out the assassination. After receiving many honors, Caesar was satisfied that these individuals would never attempt to get rid of him . In the Greek tradition, no man was to turn out to be a king so long as he lived . Essay examination guide, example of narrative essay example how do you do an appendix in an essay write an expository essay on consequences of indecent dressing. Essay on equality and justice essay on causes of deforestation pattern introductions for argumentative essays. William Shakespeare never wrote a play about a up to date subject; most of his plays are primarily based on stories that have been already well known to his audiences. Plutarch originally titled his guide Parallel Lives because of the similarities between these nice leaders.

0 notes

delossbrownnyc-blog · 5 years ago

Video

tumblr

Get The Best Place To Improve Your Acting Skills

Acting is a passion that builds amongst the people from the very beginning. Acting classes can help to polish your acting skills and increase self-confidence if you want to pursue careers in the entertainment industry. So you can visit on Deloss Brown and get more skills with Sample Shakespeare acting classes NY. You can also call us(212) 865-1127.

#Sample Shakespeare acting classes

0 notes

relaxedreptile · 8 years ago

Text

Trade

Pairing: Baekhyun X Reader

Swearing. Kissing. English Literature.

You were running your fingers through your hair, internally screaming as you thought about the position you had found yourself in.

There you were, standing in the bathroom of the Byun family home, pacing back and forth as water gushed out of the sink faucet continuously in order to conceal the sounds of your nervous footsteps.

You were on your fourth deep breath (in and out, in and out) when the sound of two knocks reached your ears.

You started panicking.

What if it was his brother? One of his parents? Or even worse, him.

“Are you okay in there, Y/N?” Baekhyun asked through the door. Of course.

Instead of answering, you unlocked the door and stood in the doorframe. You offered him a smile that was indeed fear-inducing but it was better than bursting out in tears or dropping to your knees and bowing to him.

Baekhyun and you were in the same English Literature class at your high school, in which you excelled and he apparently, did not. That’s why he approached your locker three days ago, flashed you a smile, and practically had you begging him to let you tutor him.

Okay, maybe you weren’t as dramatic on the outside, but that’s how you felt on the inside, and you were sure Baekhyun could tell or at the least, expect it. That’s the same effect he had on practically everyone at your school who was interested in guys.

So here there you were, being invited into the Byun home every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday to help Baekhyun with his studies.

Your cheeks were unnaturally pink and were getting warmer by the minute, despite trying to cool them down with frequent splashes of cool water from the bathroom sink. Copious amounts of mascara were slightly smudged from the desperate attempts, and your hair was fluffed up in a way that resembled your mom’s hair from when she was a teenager in the States because of your nervous fidgeting.

Baekhyun seemed like he wanted to say something (probably about your appearance) but instead he just clicked his tongue and strolled back to his bedroom, your footsteps mirroring his just a few feet behind him.

You were already an hour into our study session with only a half hour remaining and your focus hadn’t left the first question on the homework.

“Why did I even choose to take this damn class?” Baekhyun was imitating you mere minutes ago, running his fingers through his hair with his head hanging low on his neck. “Maybe because there’s no Korean Literature class?” His shoulders shifted upwards one then back down almost immediately, a single huff of breath escaping to act as a laugh. “You’re lucky, you were born in America for fuck’s sake. You have an unfair advantage!” “American or not, I’ve lived in Korea for nearly as long as you. I didn’t roll out of the womb reciting Shakespeare. “I wish I did,” Baekhyun admitted jokingly.

You could tell he was sick of being so behind and was insanely frustrated by how long it took for the concepts the class had to wrap their heads around to ‘click’ in his brain. You knew for a fact that the boy before you excelled when it came to Music Study and was even talented when it came to actually performing the music his fellow students were analyzing. No matter the style, Baekhyun’s voice twirled lyrics through sound waves in a way that left your ears begging for more and no matter the piece, Baekhyun’s long fingers could bring it to life with a piano.

You for one never really struggled with music, but wouldn’t hesitate to trade places with Baekhyun if you could. This kid could go places.

“You… you just need some motivation,” You supplied. Baekhyun wasn’t stupid, he just lost his footing when it came to studying a written work past an obvious meaning. Metaphors and explaining metaphors was his biggest weak spot, often brought to light by your ass of a professor in class.

Baekhyun leaned back onto the bed the two of you were sharing, his elbows propping up his body. The angle his body was laid out in revealed a sliver of skin that your brain registered out of the corner of your eye, but you forced yourself to avoid it because the last thing you needed was getting caught checking out your crush since seventh grade, the most attractive boy in South Korea, by that boy himself.

Of course, you still became flustered as you were not used to being in this close of a vicinity to Baekhyun regardless, and of course, Baekhyun was visibly amused and smirked.

“Then tell me, Y/N,” You liked the way he said your name, “how are we going to get me motivated?” You swallowed and thought for a moment before feeling a smirk of your own grow on your lips. “For every correct answer you give me, you’ll get a reward.”

This caught Baekhyun’s attention.

“What do you propose my reward be?” His tongue ran over his bottom lip before his teeth caught it and bit down gently.

Was this motherfucker flirting with you?

“To be honest, I didn't really get that far,” you both laughed, forming a sweet duet.

Baekhyun stared at you for a long moment before reaching for the notebook in your hands and the pencil laying discarded between your crossed legs.

“Tell you what…” Scribble, scratch. “I’m going to write down what I want my reward to be on this sheet of paper. When payment is due, I’ll reveal what I wrote and you must comply.” “Can’t you just show me what you wrote down right now?” You were a bit nervous. “No,” he stated simply and in a way that left no room for further discussion. “No?” “No,” he repeated. “I would prefer knowing what I’m promising before I make a deal, Baekhyun.” “But it’s more fun this way!”

You blame your loss of control on the stupid, most adorable fucking pout you had ever seen gracing your presence on Baekhyun’s face, instantly drawing your attention to his lips.

You forced your throat to swallow and stole a glance at the notebook, the reward-reveal facing towards Baekhyun’s chest.

“Fine. But you only get one chance to answer these correctly. I’ll help you through any you get wrong but-” “Yeah, yeah, I get it,” he interrupted. “I need it right on the first time or no reward.”

“Question one…” “Is it bad that I’m excited?”

Baekhyun’s question just made the anxiety in the pit of your stomach expand.

“What aspects of Edgar Allan Poe’s past affected his outlook on life, in a way that was reflected in his writings?”

Baekhyun paused for a moment, sucked in a breath, and met your gaze. You held your ground.

“Poe had a shitty childhood. His parents were gone, he had no contact with his siblings, and he had a poor relationship with one of the people who took him under their wing. He saw life as a painful thing and couldn't truly enjoy it. He said himself that evil was a consequence of good because that’s the concept he applied to his life and the way he lived it. Whenever things started to look up for dear old Poe, shit hit the fan yet again. He was depressed, anyone from our time could see it, but mental illness wasn’t exactly as mainstream as it is now and he had to hide it. It festered inside of him until his poorly explained death. Poe used writing as his escape. It was a smidgen of a break from all of the pain because he could spill out all of the darkness inside him onto paper and everyone ate it all up. He wasn’t judged. Instead, he was viewed as a literary genius.”

You stared at him, half expecting him to keep going, but you ripped your eyes from his once it was apparent that he was finished.

“Well, it was a bit longer than the sample answer, but I would say it was correct.” “I had to make sure I was thorough and earn my reward, didn’t I?”

You squinted up at him again, catching his trademark smirk yet again.

“Can I know what the reward is now?”

Baekhyun smiled at you once more before nudging the notebook in your direction with his left foot.

You placed your hands over the binding and flipped it over as slowly and carefully as possible, acting as if it were a bomb that could go off any second.

“Jesus! Fine, I’ll do it.”

Baekhyun forced the notebook over, his handwriting facing you, and you had to squint to read the chicken scratch scrawled on the paper.

“Kiss me.”

You pushed the notebook to the side and stared at him, unsure of what to do. Baekhyun seemed just as nervous as you were.

“This is really what you want?”

He nodded quickly, completely failing at trying to keep his cool.

You pushed myself onto your knees and slowly leaned over to Baekhyun. You made eye contact for a split second before he closed his eyes and puckered his lips in a way that resembled his pout from earlier.

Before he could start leaning into you, you quickly shifted to the left and placed a peck on his right cheek, returning to your original position almost instantly.

“Ya! That’s not fair!” “It’s what you asked for, Baekhyun,” you reminded him tauntingly.

He stared at you, dumbfounded.

“I guess you should’ve been more thorough.”

He recognized the way you teased his choice of words from earlier when he was defending his answer. He sat back on his elbows the same way he did before, and shot me another smirk.

“It’s okay.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “I’ll get you next time.”

#exo #exo fanfiction #exo fluff #exo angst #exo smut #byun baekhyun #baekhyun #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun angst #baekhyun smut #highschool!au #are y'all excited for the comeback????#kokobop #for the win #rr:byun baekhyun

164 notes · View notes

skybournerp · 8 years ago

Photo

Congratulations Cari, and welcome to Skybourne University! You’ve been accepted as your desired character Leah Johnson. We really liked how you described her struggle to pick what school to attend. Be sure to set up your main account within 24 hours and sent it to us with the ask box open so we can send you a link to the OOC blog. Also be sure to do everything on the new member checklist.

nickname: Cari age: 23 pronouns: She/Her contact: removed password: removed how did you find us?: Looking in rpg tag do you have any triggers that need tagged?: removed sample in character:

Leah stood in front of her desk where two acceptance letters sat, one to Tisch and one to Skybourne. She could choose either and that was her problem. She still wasn’t sure where she wanted to go. Focus on acting or learn about her powers? Sure she could study acting at Skybourne but what notable actor had come from there. None that was the answer but she could be the first and that could be something.

“Leah time for dinner.” Her mother called up the stairs.

“Coming.” Leah called back. Great now she would have to go down and tell her parents she hadn’t made a choice yet. Her mom didn’t really want her to go to skybourne, she didn’t want another issue like “Leah and Lily” Which was why her use of her power was so closely monitored and controlled. She was sure that was why she could only make on duplicate and even then it wasn’t completely perfect. She was almost never allowed to use her power.

Taking a deep breath she slowly left her room and came down to the dining room and sat next to her brother. He was only 16 so he didn’t have to think about college yet. He also didn’t have powers so he didn’t have to worry about that either. “So sweetie have you chosen where you want to go yet?” Her mother asked just like Leah knew that she was going to. It was the same question that had been asked everyday this week so far. Thought she wasn’t sure that her mom even knew the schools she had applied for. She wasn’t that concerned with Leah’s life except to make sure she didn’t use her powers and to choose if she was allowed to be in a play.

“Yes, I’m going to…..Skybourne.” Leah said after a pause. Skybourne could be a chance to get away from her parents ideals and learn how to use her powers not just control it. She could make a name for herself there. She could and would learn to use her powers to her fullest and then she would make a name on the acting world with and without her powers.

“Are you sure, you want to go to that school with them?” Her mother said trying not to say anything bad.

“Yes.” Leah said. What her mother had just said had just cemented her will to go to skybourne.

CANON CHARACTER APPLICATION character name: Leah Johnson sexuality (if up to roleplayer): Undecided major (if up to roleplayer): Theater hero name (if up to roleplayer): Gemini secondary choice: Bethany Fletcher why this character?: I thought her character traits were interesting. She’s honest but selfish and deceptive,would be interesting to try to portray her telling the truth but twisting it to her own needs Headcanons:

Leah sometimes sends a duplicate to class for her if she’s not feeling well

Her least favorite plays to act out are Shakespeare. However her favorite monologues are his sonnets

additional connections?: nope anything else?: nope

#skybourne:accepted #accepted application #rp

2 notes · View notes

archiveddvrpg · 5 years ago

Photo

Congratulations, ART! You’ve been accepted for the role of EDMUND with an approved FC change to Max Irons. Admin Minnie: I knew this was a winner while reading your plots Art, but it was your para sample that really left me speechless. The way you showed us how he had suffered and how he had ached, all that bitterness and resentment and ambition and pride... it was so clear how deep your love for Edmund goes. I am thrilled to see someone with such an intimate, intense grasp on Easton’s soul. Please stay forever, and please ruin us for the rest of your life! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Art

Age | 19

Preferred Pronouns | He/him

Activity Level | Well here’s the thing about quarantine. I will be spending the next two-three months in a house, all day, every day, with consistent access to a laptop. I also lost my job and because the US economy is a flaming pile of garbagé, I don’t imagine getting another any time soon, especially since all my skills are in food. All this to say, I believe I will be incredibly active, outside of my Skype’d classes and grocery runs and whatnot.

Timezone | MST

How did you find the rp? | A discord friend DM’d it to me after I went on a rant about Edmund and the layers to his “Thou, Nature, art my Goddess” soliloquy. They know me so well, and acceptances were literally in like six hours from when I got the link, so I sat my butt down, put down my real-world obligations for a moment, and typed this whole thing out like I was writing an unstarted essay due at midnight.

Current/Past RP Accounts | All my old RP writing is from years ago and is, frankly, really really bad. Thank you for making this optional.

IN CHARACTER

Character | Edmund or Easton Craven. I love Daniel Sharman’s wonderful, gorgeous face with my whole heart (hello gay awakening), but I’d like to use Max Irons instead, if at all possible.

What drew you to this character? | So, my love of Easton/Edmund actually began about a year ago, when I cut my hair and started playing around with names and different clothes. I was in a Shakespeare class at my college, and it was a requirement that we perform a monologue. It didn’t need to be Broadway-worthy, we just needed to deliver it, and we could do this as often as we liked. I performed two. One from a play we had read and analyzed, as my professor asked, and I did another. That second one was Edmund’s “Thou, Nature” soliloquy. It was the first time I performed as a guy to an audience that thought I was a guy, not a girl playing dress up. So I have a really strong emotional connection to Edmund, regardless of the form he’s in.

I was really excited by this particular version of him, however, because I thought it played right along the line of a monstrous asshole and charming young man doing what he can to deal with the hand dealt to him. He’s both of those things, to me, and I really enjoyed that you brought that forward. Edmund, from the source, reminds me of Chris Evans’ character from Knives Out, in a way? Completely self-motivated, selfish and cruel, and yet really fun and charming, as long as it isn’t you he’s screwing over at the time. I know he isn’t that character and I’m honestly really glad for it. I just found a similarity there.

I just really like those kinds of characters in fiction, and that, combined with my emotional ties and vague debt to the source character, meant I arrived and started writing as fast as I could.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

These are all ideas, nothing here is set in stone, and are entirely dependent on the beauty of the other writers free will.

Some Twelve or Fourteen Moonshines Lag of a Brother: From the get-go of this awful experience known as the human existence, Easton has existed just slightly behind Everett, just enough to keep the guy freezing in the shadows. It’s the last name, the mannerisms, and the goddamn eyes that sit in his skull. It is a truth, acknowledged by both me and him, that there is an association to Easton he really wishes wasn’t there. This is why I want someone to look at Easton and see Easton, not a Craven.

Now, I want to pause here, and say that Easton is a lying snake of a man that would and probably will sell out his own family for one corn chip. He is completely self-centered, convinced of his superiority, and willing to bleed the world dry to get the pound of flesh he is owed. I want someone to see this, to realize there is a snake curled around the Capulet’s necks, willing to bite and kill every single one of them if it means he gets to sit comfortably on a throne of gold and bones. Because that is what he wants, he wants the world to pay for every second of misery he endured in his life. But he is charming, slippery in the way only the truly awful can be. He’s accepted the labels thrown at him and become them, which is its own kind of armor. Who doesn’t love a bad boy?

But beyond all that, he is rotten through and through. I’d like his armor to crack and reveal the duplicity underneath, maybe around someone like Maeve or Catherine, someone that might not be believed right away. I love the idea of Easton being the wolf among some very dangerous sheep, but the really, truly awful ones not realizing. This could produce a really fun dance, where the two parties involved both try really really hard to overthrow or remove the other from their position while still trying really hard to maintain a veil of normality.

But that dance is what makes this all so terribly fun. They’re on a rock, doomed to eventually die, and Easton wants his power, but why can’t he play a few games while trying to get it?

I Grow, I Prosper: Easton, poor guy, was brought into the world and then spent the next twenty-six years being told his existence and all the things that came with it were his fault. They weren’t, or at least they weren’t in the way he had been told his entire life. He has learned to move past the label of “bastard” or “illegitimate”, meeting all such claims with the certainty that he must act the part. But does his position fulfill him? Does his current lot in life spark joy? I think not! He is a captain, yes, but so is his brother. He is, at best, on equal footing with his brother and at worst, he is the younger brother desperately following behind Everett as a living shadow yet again. Easton needs to be more than Everett. He’s wanted this his entire life. The whole city needs to look at Easton and see him, not his brother, and then Easton wants to rub it in Everett’s face, lord it over him for the next century at the shortest. That is the general idea behind this plot: Everett surpassing and overcoming his brother. The fact that he’d end up lording over so many others is really just a plus!

This plot would require effort. Loads and LOADS of plotting and communication on my part, and a whole lot of cutthroat, stepping-on-literally-everyone-else-in-Verona from Easton. He is going to have to exploit the hell out of Celeste and the information she can get him, potentially leading to her downfall just so Easton can succeed. He will need Rafaella and Tiberius to trust him almost unconditionally, which, just from what I’ve seen poking around the main, seems pretty much impossible. And of course, he has to successfully and continually one-up Everett, which might be the hardest job of all, given the whole awful tangle of EmotionsTM that Easton has towards him. It’s hard for him to be clear-headed when he wants to tear Everett into little tiny pieces with his bare hands.

But hey, that is, again, the whole point of this plot: the destruction of the legitimate son. Eliminating the sun so the moon can rule 24/7.

My Services are Bound: No matter how ambitious, how desperate Easton is to rule the world, he doesn’t yet. He works for the Capulets and he is a tool used to further the wishes of those above him in this terribly illegal food chain where dog eats dog. No matter how much Easton wishes it was different, it isn’t, at least not at the moment, and he must bide his time until something better happens.

Yes, Easton is a tool, and I want him to be reminded of that. He has the ambition to rule the world, can picture himself with a crown he may never hold, but he is a knight on the chessboard. I want his ego to be checked, I want him to be taken down at the knees and reminded of the situation he is in, who he works for. Now, ideally, this would come from the Capulet family themselves and not a rogue Montague or something.

The Capulet family, in order to win this war they’ve found themselves in, need their tools to be obedient and ready to deploy at a moment’s notice. This is not the case with Easton. He’s a rebellious man, more loyal to himself than any of the lofty ideas the Capulet heads have surrounded themselves with. So the family he serves would need to get Easton back in line, somehow. They’d need to remind him who he is and whom he serves no matter what it took and use whatever tools at their disposal. This could potentially happen after Easton completely blows off a mission he was handed to advance his own agendas, which I think would probably be the best choice as it would probably send these awful shrieking sirens off in the Capulets.

I want this particular plot because Easton is so assured that he will be able to make the world pay and yet he’s just one man against so very many others.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Oh most definitely. As a writer, I am a firm believer in conditional happy endings, probably because I play so many video games. In order to get a happy ending, in order to survive, the character has to do all the right things. The likelihood of Easton doing all the right things is just tiny, absolutely microscopic.

IN DEPTH

I was going to do both, but I’m running out of time so…

In-Character Para Sample:

There is something beautiful in standing alone, where there are no silent reminders of how Easton arrived in this world, how he stepped into it screaming and no one cared to change that. There were no side-eyes, reminding him of how unwanted he was, how utterly unworthy he was to bear the name “Craven”. No hands hiding giggles at the boy his mother ran from and his father hid away. Here, under the bowed ceiling in the transept of the Capulet’s cathedral, there was only him and God.

“I hope,” Easton began, fingers lightly running across the back of a pew likely not used for praying, “that you know what is coming.” The eyes that proclaim a taint to his family’s name were raised to dance across the ceiling. “If word is to be believed, you, an old man in the sky, a Father,” he spat out, “brought me here. Placed me here upon this Earth to do whatever it is I so wish.” A smile, small and dangerous with heavy promises was birthed on his face, an expression that could not have been more familiar to his muscles. “I suppose that’s all a father has ever done for me. Perhaps,” he mused, lightly tapping his chin as he continued to wander aimlessly among the seats of a flock absent. “Perhaps I should be grateful that both You and him are both so delightfully hands-off.”

“I suppose this rock is where You chose to put all Your bastards, isn’t it? Shoved them away from Your kingdom, making them fight for their place in Your home despite them all being Your children?” The noise that escaped Easton’s mouth was not fit for the place he stood in, but it hardly seemed to matter to him as he collapsed into a pew, feet raised to rest on a Bible, feet that had stood in a man’s blood not hours before. “I suppose that must be how it is, because we’re all made in Your image, aren’t we? And that man had to learn it from somewhere.”

His head fell back, eyes closed to the beauty above him in a silent condemnation for Who it was built for. “You’ve released yet another snake into your garden by making that woman my mother and handing me the Craven name, you know.” The observation was quiet, laced with the bitterness of cyanide, perfected over years of similar declarations. The words were familiar, not on his tongue but rather to his mind, the idea similar to ones he had kept close for years.“I have crawled in the dirt on my stomach for too long because of You, and I shall take a throne and dare You to steal it from me.”

He inhaled, once, a desperate attempt to calm the words he could feel rising like acid in his throat. It didn’t work, though Easton didn’t try very hard. He rarely did when alone. “I am owed this, you miserable old bastard,” he hissed out from behind his teeth, sounding like the snake he had just claimed to be. “I will take everything because this is Your fault, and I will make your precious sheep pay for every inch of Your mistake. It’s mine, I deserve it.” A hand was clenched into a fist in his lap and Easton shifted forward, only to slam it into the wood of the pew ahead of him. “It’s mine.”

He stood suddenly, coat rising around him like smoke rising around a fire, warning the world of the danger just over there. Turning on his heel, he left the cathedral without a look back, without a fear of God. And though there had been no one around, the air hung heavy with a question. Just which father had he been addressing?

Extras: If you have anything else you’d like to include (further headcanons, an inspo tag, a mock blog, etc), feel free to share it here! This is OPTIONAL.

I submitted this through an Easton mock blog! There was going to be stuff there but my laptop crashed and I need to eat dinner!

#accepted #accepted: edmund

3 notes · View notes

archivesdiveronarpg · 8 years ago

Photo

Congratulations, ASH! You’ve been accepted for the role of TYBALT. Admin Bree: I don’t even know where to start with this application, Ash, except to say that I couldn’t stop smiling while I read it. It’s a bit weird, I know, considering Tiberius is not exactly the kind of character that makes people happy, but your portrayal of him was so accurate that I knew I’d found the right person to bring him back to the dash. Your plot ideas were wonderful, your interview was priceless, and your para sample was raw in a way that fit him perfectly. This was, in a word, incredible. Welcome to DiVerona! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Ash.

Age | Twenty - three.

Preferred Pronouns | She / Her

Activity Level | On a scale of 1-10, i’ll definitely have somewhere between an 8 or 9 in activity. I’m currently looking for a job, so until i have one, i can be here just about everyday.

Timezone | EST.

Current/Past RP Accounts | http://macnaired.tumblr.com/ ( the link i’ve included is to one of my current characters in a harry potter/marauders rpg. his muse is incredibly similar as far as what i’m envisioning for Tybalt’s character when it comes to the violence, and the temper and the chaotic behaviors )

IN CHARACTER

Character | TYBALT – tiberius alessio capulet

(fun fact: The name Alessio is of Italian origin, and it means “defender,” a fitting name for the Captain of the Capulets, but holding a touch of irony, in that defender has such a positive connotation, associated with nobility and honor. A defender protects what is important to them, and Tiberius does, but he’s the most vicious extremist defender you could find.)

What drew you to this character? | WELL, first and foremost i’ve been creeping this rp for a minute now because it’s absolutely stunning, the bios are so thought out, the spin on the characters that so many of us know and love is so well executed, and i honestly just adore the whole mafia meets Shakespeare theme going on. It’s absolutely brilliant, and i’ve been so intimidated because of the flawlessness but i was like NO imma do this. not to mention Tybalt is such a BAE. and i will stop there before i start GUSHING.

BUT – scanning through the bios i was taken right back to my high school literature class just looking at Tybalt’s bio. I was drawn to him instantly because he was actually one of my favorite Romeo and Juliet characters. He was hatred given form and a name, sharply contrasting to Benvolio and Romeo. He was young and scrappy and pushed the plot forward with his need to fight everyone and everything. He was the active driving force in the Montague-Capulet rivalry (because let’s be honest Capulet and Montague were way too old and crusty to try and kill each other). And i know you’re probably like – whaaaaat? But i’ve always been drawn to the more antagonistic characters no matter what the series. I adore the hot-blooded heathens, the wild cards, the perpetual pot-stirrers. I rooted for the Disney villains, okay? Not because i agree with any single thing they do, but i find their stories by far more intriguing. I love figuring out what it is that drives the villain – How did they become the way they are? Do they eventually get what they used all their villainy to pursue? I firmly believe that no one is born so evil, so for me, I was drawn to the potential for Tybalt’s arc as he slips from slighted Capulet prince to the potential king of the mob. I’m here for his unabashed and fiery personality, and his unquenched thirst for blood and power.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | Where do you see this character developing, and what kind of actions would you have them take to get there? 3 future plot ideas would be preferable.

I can see different aspects of Tybalt developing as the story goes on. I want to see his ascent to the top of the food chain, I want to see him get the power, the glory. But I’d also like to see him struggle, have him realize that not only does responsibility come with this caliber of power, but great cost as well. I want to see him battle not only everyone in his path, but battle himself and his demons too. His values (or lack thereof) and loyalties need to be tested, because we know what he wants, but how far is he going to be willing to go to get it?

HOISTED BY HIS OWN PETARD // We all know the Shakespearean ending for Tybalt. He is very much hoisted by his own petard, stabbed by Romeo for stabbing Mercutio. One thing I’d love to explore is one of Tybalt’s likely enemies catching up to him, and giving him a taste of his own medicine. I’ve seen that some characters have become hostages of the opposing family, so LORD that would be crazy if that happened to him. I could even see something to the effect of him perhaps getting demoted to soldier status, his captain’s badge being ripped away and now having to work in the ranks of all his subordinates, take orders from someone else.

Tybalt thinks of himself very much in a godly light, that he is unbeatable, he is impenetrable and as of right now, due to the reign of terror he’s created in Verona, the bodies he’s left in his wake, he pretty much is. He is the dreaded. People don’t want to be on the receiving end of his wrath. For that, i’d love to see him finally fail. I want his underhanded tactics, foul play and dirty deeds to catch up with him. OR to make it hurt more, perhaps all that he’s worked for, his one goal, slips right out of his fingers just as he gets it, or right when he’s about to have it all.

WHATS A KING, TO A GOD // If people think Tybalt is bad now, he’ll be something else entirely if his plans were to come into fruition. Tybalt is the antagonist, we know that much. But he is no shallow villain, no mindless ruffian, just committing murder and causing destruction because he can (though, he does have the tendency to do so). There is a method to the madness. Every shot fired, every slice of his blade through the air, is a power play, an exertion of his dominance. While it would be likely very easy to get Juliana out of his way, realistically, Rafaella poses the real challenge. But I think an interesting way to take his plot, of course, would be for Tybalt to obtain everything he’s ever wanted. To convince his cousins of what he’s known all along - that he is the most fitting for the job. I would like to see him get a taste of what that kind of power is like, no matter how short or long the term. But one important thing in his bio that i picked up on is ‘complacency is cowardice.’ and because Tybalt is never satisfied, I want to see what his next big thing would have to be. He becomes the Boss …what then? I’d like to think that someone like Tybalt, once he has the power, he won’t know how to act, he won’t truly know what’s best for the Capulets. He’s a warmonger, the most likely to be a tyrant, and will decisively pick options with which their enemies will be eliminated completely, conquer territories, burn bridges and cut ties, as opposed to playing the game, taking on allies and getting close to foes. So a Tybalt regime - yes pLEASE.

CRACK IN THE ARMOR // Tybalt’s main goal is to be ‘king,’ be the ‘general.’ He wants to take what he believes is his rightful place as the Boss of the Capulet family, that means cutting down every and all obstacles in his way. He’s heartless, merciless, unapproachable and irascible , so naturally this would make for a surplus of enemies and not that many allies. I’d actually like to explore and see someone break past the stone walls Tybalt has built up around himself, pierce his iron armor. He’s distrustful of everyone, and likely won’t be able to comprehend positive attitudes towards him. He’s built up so much resentment and so much anger that it’s all he truly knows. But i want to explore some emotional depth with him, for someone to tell him it’s okay that he feels so much, perhaps even for someone to show him that he’s capable of much more than anger and snark. A confidant, perhaps even someone he might call a friend one day.

LOYALTY TESTED // As the title says, i’d like to see Tybalt’s loyalty tested. He’s not a loyal person outright, because he will turn on any ally, double cross any foe, only trusting himself, but family is the only thing he holds dear. I want to see Tybalt struggle with whether loyalty or power is more important. I want his limits (while there’s seemingly none) to be pushed. How far is he willing to go to get his cousins out of his way to the proverbial throne? I want the Capulet cousin conflict (ayeee alliteration!). But i want to see the sort of cool, boiling under the surface rivalry that is obviously there (and yanno - some cute fambam moments to cut the tension too, can’t always be conflict, even though Tybalt would say otherwise lol). There is love, there is love and devotion and protection from all sides, but for Tybalt there is also greed and there is envy - and they’re not considered deadly sins for nothing.

MY TOY SOLDIERS // This last one is a totally short term plot, but i would just love to see Tybalt in his role as that ruthless leader, in his element. I want to see the man working with his army of Capulet soldiers, gearing them up to defend the family name, knowing that they’re all incompetent underlings that can’t hold a candle to what he can do, but training them anyways out of obligation. Maybe even seeing the potential in a fellow soldier, offering mentorship at a price of allegiance, gaining himself a little lackey. I feel like Tybalt would love something like that, relish in the idea of pushing someone around.

IN DEPTH

The following THREE questions must be answered in-character, and in para form (quotations, actions written out if applicable, etc). There is no minimum or maximum limit for your response - simply answer as you would were you playing the character.

He sits, slouched lowly upon the leather of the sofa, dark eyes piercing into the boy who practically shakes with pad and pen. Pathetic. A knife, poised in his right hand, digs and then slices through the crispness of the green apple in his left. Tiberius’ gaze does not move once, doesn’t even blink as he raises the knife, the precise sliver of apple draping on the metal blade before he’s sliding it in his mouth. His lips pull into a sneer then as he chews, waving the blade around in an impatiently vague gesture, “So are we going to get on with this, or not? I’m the one doing you a favor - humoring this bullshit.”

“Y-yes. Right. Of course,” the interviewer rushed out, shaking his head, and adjusting the spectacles on his nose, “Um. What is your favorite place in Verona?”

“Your mother’s house,” replied Tiberius, not even a beat missed as his lips twisted wickedly. Full of cheek, he could be when he felt like it. So easily one could almost forget the brute that he’s rumored of being when he spoke like this, with petty words and boyish grins. A chuckle fell from his lips then, another bit of apple sliced off and popped into his mouth, “Ah – “ Tiberius’s gaze lifted towards the ceiling as he thought. “Pass.”

“I-I’m sorry?”

“I said ‘Pass’. Or did I stutter?” It wasn’t because he didn’t have a favorite place, because he did. Tiberius could actually say that he held a place in his hollowed heart for the Cathedral of Verona. Surprisingly enough, it had nothing to do with the fact that it was the Capulet Headquarters, the hiding place for all their deals and deeds. If anything, that was a bonus, but the true reasoning had to do with the aura of the church as a whole. There was purity in its very foundation, a sanctity within the walls, and it only held fond memories as he recalled his days spent within the pews, dressed in his Sunday best and marveling at the stained glass, attempting to recall the Latin words to the songs everyone was singing. There was something about the smell of incense and the ringing of the toll bells that brought him some strange semblance of peace in the chaos that was his life, his existence.

But he couldn’t let anyone know that. Sentiment was weakness.

“You can’t–” The captain was quick to cut him off, a clear and present challenge in his voice, “I can’t what? Hm?” Tiberius was sitting up then, leaning over to peer into the boy’s face more closely, all rules of personal space ignored for the sake of intimidation. His head ticked to the right, eyes widening dangerously. “Last I checked, this is my house, capiche? Which means - if I want to pass on this question, I’ll pass it. You wanna know why?” His right hand was twisting the knife with every word, rotating it over and over, plunging it deeper into the flesh of the fruit before he was swiftly ripping it out to point the blade in the other’s face, a silent demonstration, an unspoken threat posed, hanging in the air between them now. “Because I can end this interview.” End you. “And I know you don’t want me to do that.” The boy had the decency to look frightened.

“Next question,” Tiberius demanded coolly, leaning back once more.

“…What is your typical day like?”

“Wanna stick around and find out?” That wolfish grin of his came out to play then. The slow, roguish curve of his lips held a blaring warning, a firm promise, that sticking around to witness a day in the life of Tiberius Capulet was not a sound decision to make. Glory and gore was all it possessed. It was a decision one made if they wanted to lose their life by way of a stray bullet from his gun. It was a decision one made if they wanted to be up to their elbows in enemy blood. It was a decision one made if they reveled in the burn of fine liquor as it slid down their throat at ten in the morning. Because Tiberius did. But it was clear the other wasn’t interested. “Your loss. Wouldn’t be able to handle it anyways.”

“What’d Juliana say, hm?” Tiberius twisted the interview around, eyes curious as he deflected the question from him, before his voice took on a higher octave, mimicking his cousin, childishly, “Well first I wake up, and I drink a few mimosas. Then I go shopping with daddy’s credit card, and to finish off my day, I get a manicure and sigh about my life because it’s – so. hard.” The man was feigning pitiful sobs then, before rolling his eyes, his words holding spite, but his eyes shining with a certain fondness.

He was met with silence. Tiberius supposed that was fair.

“Well. You didn’t say what you actually…do,” the other pointed out, tentatively, slowly learning that asking probing questions could be likened to poking a tiger with a stick.

“I don’t answer questions is what I ‘do’ - how about that,” he snapped back, already growing irritable with this ‘interview.’

Silence fills the room again and all Tiberius can hear is the scratching of the boy’s pen against paper. His nose wrinkles in disdain. He hates that sound, he’s decided.

“What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues, then?”

Tiberius paused, expression hardening, jaw clenching before his eyes darted up to the boy. A nerve had been struck. Not by the question itself but by the mere mentioning of the name Montague in his presence. It made his blood boil beneath his skin, made his trigger finger itch. “I don’t know why it’s still going on.” Truly, it was a fact that baffled Tiberius, and quite frankly it frustrated him, that much was clear. This was a war between families that has been able to withstand generations, and he didn’t understand why one didn’t just take the other out. If he was boss, that’s what he would have done long ago. Now, they were resigned to a ‘ceasefire. A stalemate – and Tiberius Capulet didn’t play chess. He saw no point in giving the enemy rest in a time of peace. To him, this was the time to strike, when the defences were down. That’s how cities were conquered. The Montague family tree would be nothing but memory if he had anything to say about it, burnt to a crisp from the very roots, wiped from history completely. He’d have sent the Montagues and their allies running for the hills, driving them out of Verona forever. He’d have all of their heads, collect them like trophies to put over his fireplace. The Capulets would have had full reign.

But they don’t. Not yet anyways. “They’re a minor roadblock, The Montagues. But they’ll be paved over. Believe that.”

In-Character Para Sample: We do require one in-character para sample. Again, write as much or as little as you need to get your interpretation across.

( A/N: i took the liberty of making my para sample from the last #diveronatask prompt about detailing the character’s most depraved state, a time when they really felt part of the mob + showcasing the kinds of things tybalt had to do to rise in the ranks. so tw: blood, tw: murder, tw: vomit )

“Your body, your responsibility.”

It was the only thing young Tiberius Capulet could hear. Those stone cold words of his uncle, ringing in his ears louder than any toll bell now as he dragged the rolled up black tarpe down the alleyway, hands slipping, shaking. Whether it was from anticipation or anxiousness, to this day the boy would never know.

Kicking open the back door to the macelleria, Tiberius was hit with the aroma first. The savory salt of cured meats. He certainly would have come here for some thinly sliced prosciutto on a typical day, it was the best in the entire city. But God, after this? The seventeen year old probably would never be able to eat sausage, maybe not even a meatball, much less look at them the same way again. Perhaps the vegetarians were onto something…

“You want another assignment, Tiberius, you got it, he said. You’ll enjoy it, he said.”

But Tiberius had a feeling he wasn’t going to enjoy this at all.

Giuseppe Picari was 215 pounds of rat. He was an informant, a sneak, leaking precious information to sources that sought to take the Capulets down. The kill had been fun, for lack of a word more appropriate. Easy. Drawn out and agonizing – a death deserving of a traitor. It brought the Capulet soldier nothing but utter glee to deliver it, dish out his signature brand of cutthroat justice. The lights leaving his eyes could only be compared to the way the sun gave way to the horizon. He delighted in those final breaths, sucked from panicked lungs to fan across his cheeks. Tiberius was the decider. He was Death, personified. The last thing anyone would see before he cast them to Hell with the Capulets regards.

But the hand of his god had graced his shoulder, eyes telling him that he trusted him. They believed that he, and no one else, could carry out such a task for him next. Tiberius would never let down his uncle, he couldn’t. He’s killed for him, destroyed for him and his kingdom, for their family. The boy was already resigned to the idea that Cosimo Capulet was the man he was going to Hell for.

“Take care of it,” his uncle had ordered, leaving not an ounce of room for protest.

“How,” he remembered himself naively asking in response.

“Clever boy,” the older man ran a hand through Tiberius’ dark locks, fingers gripping at the back of his neck, firmly, “You’ll figure it out.”

But that was the thing about Tiberius – he made messes. He was never made to clean them up.

He fired up the bandsaw then, watching as the blade readied itself, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. It was thin, vibrating with a buzz that eerily filled the entire emptied shop. He found a smock then, bright blue and rubbery in material. He shed his jacket and slipped the garment over his head, tying it behind his back before he was rolling the tarpe back out. And there Picari was – lifeless, the angriest red marks at his neck the only evidence of his fight for life as wire sliced into his flesh. Tiberius stared at his work for a long moment before his eyes flitted over to the clock – 3:17. It was three in the morning and with the early meat shipment, he needed to make this quick.

He decided to start with the ‘DNA limbs’. Hands and feet – for prints and nails. Head – for teeth and hair. The rest didn’t matter much, Tiberius reasoned. You couldn’t ID a man by what his innards looked like. And with that, the boy was raising the man’s leg to the small belt, easing his ankle towards the blade. As flesh connected with metal, Tiberius will never admit he closed his eyes that first time, even flinched, feeling the backsplash against his arms, seeing the crimson of blood as it splattered onto him. He’s shot men down, maimed and cut them down by his knife – but never before had he felt so dirty, sawing a man in chunks like pork to be packaged and sold.

His pride tasted like bile as he swallowed it back down his throat.

Clean. The cut was clean, right through flesh and bone with precision. A slice any butcher would have been proud of. The severed foot fell to the ground before Tiberius’ widened eyes.

Not now. You can’t do this now, Uncle needs you. Needs you.

His frozen form went back into action not out of want, but out of necessity. The boy gritted his teeth and continued the process for the other foot, for both hands…and lastly the head. He dropped them all into gym bags, filling them the rest of the way with bricks. He intended to drive right up to the divide, Castelvecchio Bridge, and toss them right off, let them sink to the shadowy depths of the river to be forgotten forever.

He watched as that final bag, carrying Picari’s head, began to drift into the dark waters. And when Tiberius couldn’t see it any longer, he felt like he was finally alone, not being watched by anyone anymore. Himself, the silence of the night, and the reality of his foul deed was all that remained.

It was then that his hands gripped helplessly to the side of the bridge, stomach contracting with such a violence he hardly had the time to pitch forward, the contents of his stomach coming up and splashing into the water below. The boy heaved again, his tongue tasting like acid as he wiped his mouth roughly with the back of his hand. Eyes watering slightly, throat feeling raw, Tiberius vowed to himself that he would forget this part. That he would remember the boy who took on a man’s job and executed his task with nothing but undaunted confidence, recount the story of the boy who looked in the face of death and tore it apart with his claws in the way that only the Tiger of Verona knew how.

The boy knew one thing after that night, though – that it became easier the second time around. And the third. And the fourth.

EXTRAS: If you have anything else you’d like to include (further headcanons, an inspo tag, a mock blog, etc), feel free to share it here!

HERE is my inspo tag for Tybalt on my blog.

CHARACTER ALIGNMENT

CHAOTIC EVIL – A chaotic evil character does whatever his greed, hatred, and lust for destruction drive him to do. He is hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and unpredictable.

Chaotic evil characters trust no one, and see everyone and everything as either obstacles to be overcome, or pawns to be manipulated. a chaotic evil character feels that the only way individuals get ahead is by causing others to fall behind.

Chaotic evil characters are motivated by the desire for personal gain and pleasure. They see absolutely nothing wrong with taking whatever they want by whatever means possible. Laws and governments are the tools of weaklings unable to fend for themselves. The strong have the right to take what they want, and the weak are there to be exploited.

A chaotic evil character never feels compelled to keep his word. He will attack and kill an unarmed foe (those are the best kind). He will kill an innocent. He will use torture to extract information and for pleasure. He will kill for pleasure. A chaotic evil character will use poison. He will not help those in need. He prefers to work alone, as he values his freedom. He does not respond well to higher authority, is distrustful of organizations, and will disregard the law in pursuing his self-interest. He will betray a family member, comrade, or friend whenever it is convenient to do so. Chaotic evil characters do not respect the concepts of self-discipline and honor, because they believe such concepts limit their ability to gain power over others.

TEMPERAMENT

CHOLERIC –

Extroverted, unemotional and task-oriented

Key Strengths: Takes the lead, hard worker, strong-willed, practical, passionate, a good repossession worker, an excellent strongman/woman of the team (drill sergeant at the most extreme), determined, goal-oriented and thrives under criticism.

Key Weaknesses: Hot-tempered, rude, rebellious, can be cruel, stubborn, harsh, bossy, expects complete devotion, insensitive,often condescending, can become psychotic in overbearing situations, workaholic, without compassion or conscience, can be a warmonger, vindictive, a shallow cynic of people’s character, most likely a bad winner/loser, and may nastily misinterpret jokes.

CHARACTER TROPES + HEADCANONS

BLOOD KNIGHT // “Fighting is everything to the Blood Knight. He lives for it. It’s not so much about winning or losing, morality, the motives of his allies, or even the glory, that drives this guy so much as it is the opportunity for a good fight.” If there’s anyone who gets a thrill out of a fight, it’s Tybalt. Violence might not be the answer, but it will be his answer. Much like the war god, Ares himself, Tybalt is everything untamed and destructive, and the streets of Verona are his battlefield. He forged a reputation that had people running for the hills when they knew the Capulets were looking for them. It came to a point when the boy hoped and prayed that deals would fall through, that money would come up short just so he could take a bat to someone’s skull, or a knife to their throat or a bullet to their brain. Tiberius was a thug, a brute running on nothing but adrenaline and fury, and he made sure no one made the fatal mistake of forgetting that. But his love for the fight wasn’t something newly discovered, he was born with his blood boiling, with a war-ready spirit, it’s what made Tiberius a star pupil when he learned martial arts. Like many kids, he started with karate. As he grew up, he moved into more varied techniques, welding his body, quite literally, into the weapon he knew he was. (his favorite styles are muay thai and kali, the latter of which is a weapons based combat technique). He’s always strapped, whether a gun at his waist, a knife tucked in his boot, but he’s never caught without something to defend himself. Though, he’s incredibly resourceful, and can likely find something to cause harm, regardless.

COMBAT PRAGMATIST // “The Combat Pragmatist is a character who is defined by his or her willingness to do anything in a fight to win. He is an unsympathetic character (usually the main antagonist) who shows through his ruthlessness that he honors nothing — not his opponents, not the sport and its customs, not the tournament’s sacred history — but winning.” An expert marksman, a smug fighter, very much used to his victories, Tybalt doesn’t take loss well, so he ensures his wins by any means necessary. He’s underhanded and unscrupulous, never one to believe in a truly fair fight. He is an opportunist, a shrewd fighter and fought as dirtily as they came. He knows how to spot weakness and had no qualms with exploiting it. To him, there are winners and there are losers, and he’s a winner - but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t enjoy his win every step, every swing and every shot along the way.

HAIR TRIGGER TEMPER // “A character with a hair-trigger temper flies into a rage at the slightest provocation. They react explosively to the slightest annoyance. Characters with a hair-trigger temper can be set off by anything. This makes them far less predictable — and far more dangerous.“ Tybalt is a man capable of extreme violence and blinding rage when provoked. His temper is practically legendary in the streets of Verona, and can be triggered in split seconds, oftentimes by minor things. He can go from cool, calm and collected right into angry and borderline psychotic in his actions like the flip of a coin. He’s impulsive. He’s reactive, uninhibited by second guessing and overthinking, fully prepared to throw himself into any and everything, disregarding the risks and possible repercussions of his actions - which of course gets him into a lot of trouble. In school, he was always the kid in a fight, waking up each day prepared to get into it with somebody, always stirring the pot, looking to get a rise out of others, returning home with bloody fists and a bloody face for his cousins or his aunt to clean up because his impulses couldn’t stop him. It’s what led to his expulsion from his Catholic school and the eventual decision to have him placed into military school. They hoped to diminish his fire – but if anything, it amplified.

THE RESENTER // “There’s one thing any Resenter can certainly agree on: Whoever it is that chooses The Chosen One has clearly chosen the wrong one. The grapes are just out of reach, and that makes them all the more sour.” Tybalt is a resenter if there ever was one. From his birth, he’s convinced fate has had it all wrong. He was born to Lady Capulet’s brother, and while she was a beloved aunt and Capulet was a beloved and revered uncle to Tybalt, the fact still remained that he wasn’t their son, meaning that as far as the ‘throne’ was concerned, he would never be the next in line. Juliana, her father’s chosen one, doesn’t even seem to want the position as the Boss, which irks Tybalt to his very core despite how much he loves his cousin. How could someone with the power right at their fingertips be so ungrateful? Tybalt knows if he’s given the chance, he could do far better, take the Capulet name to new and feared heights if he was just allowed.

EVEN EVIL HAS LOVED ONES // “Being evil doesn’t always mean hatred and negativity 24/7. Even evil characters (and real people) can find someone to love.” While Tybalt is absolutely capable of monstrous things, he is capable of love too. It’s a harsh love, but it exists. And he holds it for his family – Cosimo, his aunt, and his cousins, Rafaella and Juliana. His love for them manifests itself in his undying loyalty to them. From he was young, he lived with his cousin, and looks at his aunt and uncle like a second set of parents, being that both of his birth parents are now dead. He idolized them as the Olympian gods they were. He wanted to be everything they were, wanted to take on every single thing they stood for because he was a Capulet too. He looks at Rafaella and Juliana like sisters, and he is their brother – older, more experienced, and meant to protect them. He will fight for them. He will die for them if he has to.

Honorable Mention Tropes: Murder Is the Best Solution, Berserk Button, The Casanova, The Unfettered

#accepted #accepted: tybalt

9 notes · View notes