Paladin Cycle
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Supernatural thriller audiobook, organized on Discord and compensated through paypal.
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for context, here is a link to the script
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ID2jvzcOFWmBihf6RNOQK4YcO8G1K0GzISqWGMLzoX0/edit?usp=sharing
also for context, here is an audio link to the previous version of this scene
https://open.spotify.com/episode/0MhXJzSKVPUxDEIoVkyLK7?si=DXiUlVECRRqbVeEGe4xraw
Looking for a very strong southern accent, think Sookie Stackhouse, cute girl next door type.
This is written in 3rd person, but it is close 3rd person, so narration should be read in Amy's voice, with the southern drawl.
Amy is mid-20s. She is a quirky southern gal who’s known by many to believe in superstitions and swears she often sees the ghost of her deceased father. She wouldn’t harm a fly and has an innate love for animals. She is loosely based on Anna Paquins portrayal of Sookie Stackhouse.
Her mother committed her Eden’s Gate asylum in her late teens after she was found to be having conversations with her dead friend Victoria Baker.
After turning 18 Amy left Eden’s Gate and moved in a former Eden Gate patient-friend named Boon.
Boon turned out to be a scary dude after he went off his meds.
Victoria Baker’s older brother Shane Baker came to Amy’s rescue -- offered Amy a new place to live in his trailer -- free room and board -- just watch after my kid brother Scott while I’m serving overseas in Iraq.
[this is from a letter Amy wrote to Shane while he was in the army--to gauge your ability for inner prose]
Speaking of Daddy, I saw him last night. I was burning some acacia oil and suddenly the candle flame turned blue then blew out. So of course, I knew a spirit was nearby. I checked the yard. It was just a dark shadow hovering near that big weeping willow, but I know it was him. I’m so glad he found me here. I haven’t seen him since before I was admitted to the psych ward.
I’m rambling. Sorry. Not sure what to say here. Probably shouldn’t talk about seeing my dead father. Now you’ll think I’m creepy and crazy.
Guess I just want you to know the real me.
[to gauge your ability for narration]
Over the years—before she was admitted to the crazy house--she’d cried herself to sleep way too many times and all because she'd run into him at the grocery store. He'd proceed to flirt with her like crazy. After some small talk, he'd talk about his girlfriend slash current fuck buddy. Sometimes he had several girlfriends slash fuck buddies. Never again would she misinterpret Shane's flirting.
[to gauge your comfort with narrating sexual content]
He crawled toward her. Flat on his stomach, he used his head to nudge her hand from her sex.
Wet.
Hot.
Using the broad side of his tongue, he licked. Long, slow swipes.
His arms hooked under her thighs, pulling her into him. Ravishly, he ate. And ate and ate. Crazed, furious licking and nibbling. Shane seemed overcome with . . . lust.
Trembling waves of orgasm, abrupt jerks seized her body. Seemingly ignorant of her erotic distress, Shane continued eating, suckling every bit of juice oozing from inside her.
VOICE NOTES: Carmen Valles has a slight Hispanic accent, often sassy and sarcastic in nature and sometimes mixes Spanish with English. She's native to Texas but her large family is genuine Hispanic in culture. As such, we prefer a younger sounding VA who can maintain a natural sounding Hispanic accent and speak Spanish.
Carmen is a mid-twenties Latina. Her family owns the Valles Farms -- a major chicken farm in the small town of Buckeye , Texas. And though she’s from a prominent Hispanic family she still does dirty and hard manual labor on the farm and is also a waitress as Roxy’s Diner.
She enjoys Black And Milds and partying but she’s also educated and thinks Buckeye is a boring town so she often dresses up in elaborate costumes when she goes to the Rising Bull bar and has guys guess who she’s dressed as before they can win a night with her. (She often rigs these ‘guess the costumes’ contest so she can ultimately choose the guy.) Additionally, she has a fondness for '80s rock music, especially Def Leppard. In her past she's been known to use drugs like Ecstasy, LSD and Peyote but not so much now.
As for Carmen's role it is quite extensive and has a large character arc that sees her going from a secondary-to-major character and a mainstay to the overall series which means her part could last quite sometime as an ongoing role.
Derrick stood in the center of a gaggle of giddy sorority bimbos. With a cocky grin and waving arms, he was probably telling them about his thrill-seeking exploits or, maybe, he was trying to charm his way into their pants with the recaps of his latest victory in the amateur boxing circuit. Hearing their girly ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’, and seeing their glasses full of brightly colored fruity drinks, Carmen chugged the dark contents of her glass.
Amateur. Vapid. Idiotic. Brainless...whores.
He kissed her. Long and slow. As their tongues played hide and seek, the smell of beer and rum from their breaths mixed in white hot passion. Moisture dripped down her inner thighs.
There were good fucks.
There were bad fucks.
And there was Derrick.
“Vete pa’l carajo!”
“You arrogant dumbass sister-fucking, banjo-playing, backwoods fucktard! Me cago en ná! Maldita, sea la madre que te parió! ”
“You’re making a mistake!,”
late 20's/early 30s oil rig worker, from Texas but doesn't necessarily need a Texan accent, but does need an American rural southern voice.
As a teenager Shane caused the accidental death of his kid sister Victoria Baker while screwing around in the family car and disengaging the safefy break resulting in the car rolling over Victoria. Shane took to using drugs to cope with his inner demons before enlisting in the U.S. Army. After his discharge from the Army he became a roughneck on a rig in Pecos, Texas.
Shane is blunt and assertive to the point of often coming off as an asshole even to his friends. He's got a chip on his shoulder which is usually evident in his angry demeanor. Yet, he is loyal and tries his hardest to do the right thing.
Along with Atticus he becomes one of the destined Twin Warriors prophesied to save all existence during the cosmic war.
For context, see full script here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1akpCT50xL5va8of3UT2KdeUwOWbfDZzuxTsHHW32auU/edit?usp=drivesdk
“I don’t know who—or what—you are, but I ain’t goin’ anywhere with you and Amy sure in-the-hell ain’t goin’ anywhere with ya.”
First the headlights beamed through the darkness before the black and white squad car parked behind Amy’s sedan where Amy rested in the backseat.
“Fuck all of you! Fuck!”
He’d always prided himself on being rational, practical even, but sanity and reality were sadly slipping away. He thought of asking Bowden for a ride to the nuthouse. A rage like nothing he’d felt before seethed inside him. A feeling so overwhelming, so intense, almost a tangible barrel of force bloating in his gut. Why couldn’t he touch that freak?
Shane snatched the pistol from the waist band of Birch’s jeans, and leveled the gun at the bastard.
The noise around him muted. Nothing existed at that moment. Nothing and nobody.
Except Shane.
A loaded gun.
And the freak he was going to kill.
The gun bucked in his hands. One bullet. Two bullet. Three bullets. Clean through Atticus’ face, obliterating his skull, showering teeth onto the ground.
Sheriff Bowden’s .357 thundered.
Once.
And Shane slammed face first into the dirt.
Shane shook his head, he was still standing...Atticus stood before him.
“Put the gun down, Baker!” Sheriff Bowden shouted.
Fingers trembling, Shane gently placed the gun on the ground.
He sobbed as Birch and Carmen cradled him from either side.
ELDER RAYDEN CAI
Elder Cai (rhymes with rye) is one of the Elders of the Order Of Abel, one of the premier Paladin factions. He is also the personal mentor and trainer for the prophesied Twin Warriors Atticus and Rourn.
Elder Cai has a reputation of being stubborn curmudgeon who has no qualms about speaking out against the other elders and Prefect Cauldrick, the head of the Order Of Abel. He also doesn’t hide his drunkeness as he is rarely seen without his flask full of Gypsy brandy that he constantly sips from.
Spry and animate both vocally and physically, Elder Cai has gained a reputation of being a bit off-his-rocker and eccentric in comparison to other elders in the Order Of Abel.
VOICE NOTES
An elderly wise sage with a lot of spunk!
For context, see here for full Script of Elder Cai: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yFNfng7gQcB27Rdh2eEoVEMWiQsKagy3TRt8oJCWwYU/edit?usp=drivesdk
“That was the sign that the Geminus are among us. The Stag has found his whelp. Its appearance in the eastern sky indicates Texas. If we don’t stop him from turning her to vixen, the ramifications will prove more catastrophic than the obliteration of—”
“Correct.” Elder Cai said. “You did pay attention in your historical studies. Sadly, we lack much of the understanding of the universe that our ancestral brethren possessed to defeat the ancient beings.” He sighed. “Fear not your worth and skill. You are a master swordsman and have begun to explore and tap the potential granted to you by the traces of your sacred lineage.”
“Cease this foolishness! Do not be selfish. It is unbecoming of a Paladin knight, especially of a Twin.”
Rodney Bowden (pronounced bo-den) is the Sheriff of Buckeye, Texas.
Late ‘50s/early 60ss in age.
A Vietnam veteran.
He’s a meat-and-potatoes guy.
Most of the so-called ‘crimes’ and ‘calls’ he has to handle are typical small-town infractions -- teens busting mailboxes, drunken in public, speeding tickets etc. He’s held the job for the last 25+ years.
VOICE NOTES
Southern Sheriff of a small-town - doesn’t necessarily need a Texan accent but should sound country. He doesn’t take life too seriously either. Can be naturally jovial and dramatic when need be.
For context. See here for full Script:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GWZlXzlRJxI5vNzf5sv0Db4gurQlRWw_7qJXVy3aZQ8/edit?usp=drivesdk
. “Fun’s over. Let’s go. Thanks Ruth Anne! I’ll make sure these outlaws never see the light of day.”
For context: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AmhUCF8gR_oJvdjcChCLAyqOe_MAkvdQ5vOr49uxlb8/edit?usp=drivesdk
No, what was really eatin’ at him was that missing time. Jeez Louise! He was having one of those ‘missing time’ episodes that the trailerpark dopeheads were always yappin’ about on Channel 8 news, talking about gray men, and probes. Saying goofy nonsense like,“And then ya know, well I’ll be, done gone and lost two hours, must’ve been while I was flyin’ around in the saucer-ship.”
Well, that kind of thing just didn’t really happen, less you’d whipped your brain into a fried egg, runny side up. Then you’d see a lot damn weird things, everything but your own hands.
LYNN HAMMISON
Lynn is a mild-mannered Middle school teacher in her early 40s. She’s lived an average life and is the mother of two All-American children. She’s you’re average all-around typical housewife . . .
Except . . . unknown to her . . . she’s actually a supernatural being known as a Geminus. Not only that she’s a Vixen - a female of the Geminus race. Her true nature is awakened early on in the story and she begins to go through a confusing and aggravating transition into the Geminus Vixen that she really is.
Her mate ISAAC awakens this true form and then proceeds to slaughter her children and husband in a primal ritual to remove all her former ‘human’ existence.
Lynn easily transitions to a more feral dominating female.
VOICE ACTOR NOTES
HUMAN(Pre-transformation) A mild-mannered middle-aged female who is a middle-school teacher.
Vixen Lynn: More sultry and aggressive as her feral beastliness comes out - a more fem-dom persona.
See full Script here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/18hhRueL2uV_tKCQzEapCMTRYHfDmfoYFnRapk48Lk8A/edit?usp=drivesdk
Tears pooled in Lynn’s eyes as she watched the boy disappear into the house. She kicked at the windows. Pounding. Grunting. Clawing. Screeching.
Black fur suffused Isaac, his body contorting into a regal panther. Wings sprung from his shoulders and folded against his backbone.
Pride blossomed in her core. Isaac, her twin, her mate, magnificent in his honest form.
Lynn stamped her feet, rocking back and forth. “Make it stop.” Salty tears streamed down her cheeks. Her body shook. A grumble of helplessness rattled the windows. “Make it stop! I don’t want to be a monster!”
“This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be. Love and romance is what fairytales are made of. Not beasts who bite each other’s finger’s off.”
Galmoria is a fallen demigoddess and demon looking to reclaim a piece of the universe’s pie.
Trope wise she’s a succubus - a sultry and sassy beauty with gaggle-wings and fangs who hangs out in a dungeon-lair where she enjoys quiet times feeding on maggots and rats while sporting BDSM fetish attire and conspirating with Satan to conquer the Ultraverse. OH! And she’s the Eve-like mother of the Geminus beast who are prophesied to destroy all reality.
See here for Audtion and Full Script for the role of Galmoria!
https://discord.gg/Vantrc2p
SCOTT 'SCOOTER' BAKER
Scott is his more often called 'Scooter' is the younger geekier brother of Shane Baker who is a roughneck. Scooter is into science and logic and academics more than most people in the smalltown of Buckeye, Texas.
He's never been able to make friends like other kids and he can't even relate to his older brother - but he is best buds with ZACK GROUSE - a mischievous class-clown who dresses in black and heavy metal t-shirts.
WARNING: The role of Scooter has many POV scenes that feature very graphic adult scenes including body horrors, supernatural sexual scenes, gorey violent scenes etc. Please be aware of this when auditioning for the role of Scooter.
See full script here:
“You were wrote up twice in the Army. Almost court martialed once. You did thirty days in county lock-up for breaking a guy’s jaw and all because you didn’t like the way he looked at your girlfriend. And there was that incident on Harper Top road.”
“For a living, you mine a flammable liquid, a crude substance made of liquid organic compounds that has lain dormant and undisturbed, waiting for somebody like you to unearth it so a far-more-intelligent man wearing a suit, in a Houston or Tulsa high rise can make a few billion, and while he’s at it, contribute to the destruction of our planet. But hey, you were a football star in high school and slept with most of the women in this crappy town so that’s gotta count for something. I sure wish I could be normal, just like you.”
For context, https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jwxRixhSZzxQmfBAORtVlJF2ixdLMQjcrcTLYRvL2sE/edit?usp=drivesdk
Chapter 9 - scene 2
Zack’s hands slid down Scooter’s body, hands cupping Scooter’s pecs. “Swear your allegiance. Swear it on your soul.”
Amy's head bobbed. She moaned, a deep and throaty sound that reverberated down Scooter's spine and to his toes.
If there was a hell, Scooter was going there but he didn't care. He heard his own whiny moan.
Feels so . . . s-so . . . F-f-forgive me.
He is humanoid but his natural form is a black panther with large wings. He is a beast in that his main motivations are primal: food, water, shelter, sex, protect his mate and unborn cub. We are not looking for anything specific and welcome all interpretations of this character.
He shrugged the swamp vegetation from his shoulders and black hair. More gray-green algae clung to his genitals. He picked the herbage from his person and flung it aside. “I despise this ill-begotten land already.”
Anxious to complete his Mother’s bidding and return to his home realm, he fell on all fours and morphed into Geminus, a lean, jet-black panther. Launching into a sprint, he arrowed through the thick forest. At the edge of the woods, Isaac unfurled his razor-edged crescent wings, wings that rivaled the span of an Eldritch gargoyle. With one final cursory glance at the enslaved canine, he soared toward the horizon well above the forest canopy.
Roaring, he announced his arrival to the creatures of this kingdom called Texas.
Frothy saliva dripped from his bared canines. He leaned close to her ear. “Your caregiver knew she was in danger.” A roar welled from the pit of his being.
His mate stepped back, covering the sides of her face with her hands.
“Ira told you it was forbidden to seek out your mother, yet you did it, and endangered both of us.”
The beast struggled to break through his human form. Claws returned to his fingertips. He gripped her by the neck, lifting her from the ground. Her feet swung while her hands clutched at his forearms.
“You will not disobey me again.”
His mate closed her eyes and managed a slight nod and whimper.
“In time, you will come to know why obeying me is important for our survival. It is the way of the Geminus. I am the master of all creatures large and small, including you.”
With a flick of his wrist, he slung her into a tree. She grunted as her body rolled down the trunk. Lying face first in the grass, he picked her up by her hair and held her at eye level, feet inches off the ground. “You are mine. And you will do as I command.
Lowering her to her feet, he palmed the back of her head and forced her to her knees.
She moaned as he thrust her head to the ground, in a low bow, her face pushed against the top of his bare feet. “You understand me?”
As she planted kisses on top of his feet, her essence rolled off her in waves, a delicious scent that shot straight to his cock.
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