Rules for Dead People - UPDATED (Roles re-opened!)
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Voice- Tony is a lighthearted character, his voice is very light and playful, with a good hint of Mexican. I would hope you also can turn the voice a little darker and more violent for when he flashes back to the old him. He was about 29 when he died
( being asked about how he deals with his personal woes)" I don't have to worry about anything once I play. Being an immortal, I still have to worry about the games, but with this guitar, I just let my soul loose and do whatever it says. No more worrying about tomorrow or the day after. All there is, is the song I play, and the sweet relief that follows. We all got our ways to deal with things, Ron pouts on the roof, Calvin cries, Lynn skulks in dark rooms, but me? I let the guitar do all the work."
"Y'know, I had a friend like you once, Charlie. It's been so long since I've seen him, but now that I think of it, you're almost exactly like him. Guillermo was his name, and he was something else. We'd steal peaches from one of the merchants at the square and if she caught one of us we'd tell her that the other made us do it. It was sort of an inside joke between me and Guillermo, to blame each other on things we both did. His attitude was identical to yours Charlie. Unlike you though, he wasn't immortal."
Bonnie grew up in a lower middle class family in the early 90s. Bonnie was pressured and poised into becoming a doctor and went to college for it. Bonnie didn't want to be a Doctor, she very much wanted to be a songwriter or musician. The stress of college and the constant reminder she'll never be what she wants to be, caused her to be quite irritable. Bonnie died in a car crash. She was a senior.
Voice- Bonnie, despite being once irritable, is a lot more delighted that she can focus on her violin work now. As such, she's much more cooled and calmed. Bonnie's voice won’t require anything special. Bonnie feels that her resurrection is a saving grace, and had shed her irritability. Could definitely see her with a New Orleans accent, though no accent is really needed.
(being complemented)
"I've been playing this thing for a solid 12 years, never has anyone once said something like that. Y’know, I always thought it was because I was bad or because it wasn't anything special. But I looked at it and realized, no one wanted me to be a violinist, so they pretended it didn't exist. Ain't that some shit?"
“Yeah, I got a good look at a few of them. The shaggy haired one seems to be their olympian, he also seems to be kinda dopey, so I don’t think there’s much of an issue with him. As for the others, I could really only get a good look on two of them. One had a pink shirt on, they had short hair, but I’m pretty sure it was a girl. As for the other one… He really interests me. He’s got a straw hat and a guitar, so I assume he’s their bard. His music is something else, even though I’m immune to the effects, I can see the love and emotion he pours into every string he plucks. Me seeing him just feels like the perfect challenge, ya’ know?"
Calvin Wyatt - Calvin is in his late 20's to early 30's. Both of his parents are dead and he is an only child. Calvin was an American History teacher at a local high school, one day a girl was shot in front of his very eyes. Calvin since then has grown more distanced from his own life, already becoming more and more secluded in his own mind, each day seemed the same, like he was just going through the motions. Calvin was going to make an attempt on his own life, but had decided not to whilst staring off the edge of a building. The rain had other plans. The idiot slipped off a building and went ded.
Voice: Calvin is typically kind of plain spaghetti, so it is preferred for something boring and a little mulling, thoughtful, he was the ‘cool teacher’. This means that Calvin is the everyman, not that his voice is flat. Really, almost anyone could play Calvin.
A voice that can go on for a while, though sometimes able to project that things are going on beneath the surface.
(Internal monologue after JUST having his new status as an immortal explained to him by his fellow immortals.) "I guess in a plain sense there's nothing new as an immortal. I mean, sure I can't die, but I still feel pain. I still gotta eat, sleep and drink, the only real difference between immortality and regular mortality is that now I can't buy a car or anything because of the whole "anonymity" thing"
Maybe, it’s one of those signs people in the papers are talking about. Maybe this is fate giving me that message to keep trudging forward to my next destination. Maybe. Maybe makes me mad, but it’s all I got.
In discovery of his role in the immortal games, Winston has developed a more fatherly and leadership based role
Voice: Really anything, just keep in Mind that he's very charming and kind. Suave is a good word.Keep in mind, Winston is incredibly confident, and regrets and feels remorse for using his powers to manipulate people.
:(At a local bar, trying to make money to support the rest of his team. Trying to pick out a client, and trying to manipulate a girl into purchasing his services. Try to convey some sort of remorse for manipulating her, very self-assured, almost arrogant in taking his pity. Hes gone through these steps MANY times, make it sound routine, like he knows these steps by heart, as if everyone is the same.) "I've seen this scene a billion and one times. I'm going to ask this girl if I can buy her a drink, by the looks of her get-up she doesn't do this often, her name is probably Jenny or Jessy. At first she'll be hesitant, but think to herself that she needs a little adventure. I'll get her the drink, anything she wants. She'll sip it down while engaging in mild conversation where I'll play a more dominant role in the conversation, but will still make it all about her. She'll think " He's not like the others, he's my Prince Charming." And that's when I'll tell her. She'll say no at first, I'll explain that we don't even have to have sex, it can just be holding eachother or a movie. She'll start to think about how breaking such a taboo wouldn't be that bad and that 'hey I'll have a story to tell!" And eventually she'll pay for me(switch to conversation.) So, I didn't catch your name? ( the girl says Jenny) Of course it is."
(Calvin protesting why he's immortal)"Let me help you out of your hissy fit , Calvin. I didn't get a choice, none of us did. We were all chosen by some weird supernatural force that wants us to be their plaything for an intricate game of checkers. There's no way out of it ,and if you don't like it then I'm sorry. Because we are here to win, and you're going to be with us at the finish line, parading alongside the others and I, Whether you want to or not.
Ron is an angry man. Ronald married his high school sweetheart, going in with no experience in relationships at all and stuck only to her. His wife fell down a flight of stairs and died. Ronald then fell into a deep depression and always seemed to carry a chip on his shoulder. Ron is very quick to work in recluse and spitefully remember all sorts of nasty things. Rons lives in regret and but is still in denial that he is the fault of most of his problems. Ron died after having a wooden beam collapse on top of him. He was a fireman, dummy.
Voice: Ron was about 40 when he died. Very gruff and angry, but not mumbly . I want something kinda rugged. Not full sandpaper per se. Ron is more of a grouch than a grump, if that means sense.
(after being confronted by Winston)"I can't catch a break can I? The rain fucked up my roof session yesterday, along with my record player. On top of that, I have a hangover that could make epilepsy look like child's play. So please, give me some space."
(Ron is sitting on the roof, reminiscing about his old friends comments bitterly.)
“It’s been so long, Ron.” Fucking Andrew, getting in my business like we were buddy-buddy. How many wives has Andrew had? None, because Andrew is an idiot. “You’ve been slipping, man.” Those fucking words. It wasn’t just Andrew, it was Lewis, Samuel, Gerald, and even the Chief was saying that shit, all in their own way, of course.
"Hurry up.” Last words a human being said to me before I bit the dust. I remember it so vividly, I wanted to punch Andrew in his smug jaw. Had it not been for me, people would have died. But because of my selflessness. No, because of Andrew , I lost my life.
Fuck I need to go and get another drink.
Literally the most irritable man in the universe. LITERALLY. Warped space and time with anger alone.Im being very literal with that. That is a thing he ACTUALLY did. Hates anime. Literally summoned the closest thing to an all powerful god through anger alone.
Voice: Anything would work, but he isn’t exactly LOUD with his anger, much more of a quiet burner. A grouch, somewhat like Ron. I could actually see him with a slight bit of an Irish or Scottish accent, somewhat like Sheogorath.
(Catching an offhand comment from Lynn) “I’m sorry, Lynnette, I don’t think I caught exactly what you do? (Emphasis on I each time) I deliver messages throughout all of existence, I literally created the rules of your universe, effectively, I am the closest thing to a God that can possibly exist. And what exactly is that you do that you think puts you in such a position to judge me? I wasn’t aware that skulking around in dark corners having daddy issues gave you the moral high ground over a mortal ascended to what is essentially godhood? (Deadpan) I fucking thought not, so let me do my job. I’m not trying to beat you into the floor or anything it’s just let me do me, and you do you.”
Victoria is a very questioning and smart girl. However, her questions were often dismissed as dumb or pointless, this has bred Victoria to be very indecisive and take a liking to being told to do something, rather than pursuing it on her own. Victoria died after going on a singles cruise with some friends. She sat on a ledge with her friends, taking a mild risk for some adventure, and ended up getting knocked off by a drunk guy. She broke her neck on the way down.
Voice: I want something a little joyous, a little smarter. An average voice is all that's really needed as she tries to be the ideal normal girl. She was about 25-30 and died in 2005
(Daydreaming)"I wonder how potato chips are made? I heard once that they cut the potato very thin and fry it, but that doesn't really make sense. I mean, a machine can't be accustomed to precision like that, and even if it was, potatoes are all sorts of different shapes and sizes. Most likely they use some sort of artificial potato thing, where they use some sort of batter and pretend it's all potato. Or maybe there's some sort of potato scanning computer, that analyzes and computes how and where to make the proper cuts for optimal potato chips. Who knows in this day and age?"
"I had read once in a book of fables called "The Soldiers of Dawn", it was about an Aztecan king who inadvertently summoned the God of death. It was a snake, I think. The snake said to the king, "Bring to me your most valuable possession and I shall spare this mortal realm." The king offered everything he had, but nothing could satisfy the snake as his most valuable possession. The king soon realized that the most valuable thing in his life is the ability to take lives. So, the king gives his death to the snake, making the man immortal, as he no longer had death. What always bothered me about the story was how you give someone death. How the hell did the king just give the man death? Was it just that the God just took this intangible thing and said "Okay you're free to go!" What if the snake God was lying? Come to think of it, maybe he was..."
Voice: Nats voice is weird for me, because I either want a hint of Russian or a very delicate, proper tone. I suppose working in both is fine, but supply whatever you can for a snooty rich girl. she's about 27. Be able to perhaps slip into a thicker accent, or more intimidating tone. Mob boss daughters are indeed terrifying.
( thinking about the reason she doesn't have a name.) "The other name, Clara Nette, was given to Victoria. Although I wanted it, Winston made the claim that it would be better if we gave it to Victoria, because shes younger and is easier to be sunk into opportunities. This was before Lynnette came in, of course.
This threw Winston off a bit, what with him already given the name to Victoria. Poor soul he is, always trying to work his butt off (quite literally I might add, oh dear) to feed us all. I can truly respect a man like him, one who will do anything for the people he loves. If only the others were as sympathetic, though itd be a miracle in its own right to get any of these people to appreciate anything around them.
God knows I love them like family, but I swear they drive me to the brink of insanity at times"My father always called me ‘pumpkin’, which was a bit old fashioned even for the time period. Even though he called me that, I never once was demeaned down to anything beyond a person in his eyes. Oh, the days where my father would put people in their place for speaking to me like one of the floozies they would deal with.
“Do ya talk to ya motha like that?!” He always let his wild accent slip when he would yell at a subordinate or a passerby. Never would he let one of the mooks call me ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’. Oh god and the silly things he’d send them on! I remember once there was a time where he had made a guy pick up nineteen pounds of ham from the deli in Hell’s Kitchen. The mook nodded, but when my father said that he couldn’t drive his face hit the floor!
Ethel was a Community worker in Iowa. When her parents had passed away she inherited a large fortune. Followed with this, were family, friends and businessmen coming to her for a slice. She complied with with most of their pleas and propositions in hopes of keeping them as friends. With that, came many people taking advantage of her kindness. Ethel eventually passed away due to disease.
Voice- Ethel is very mousey and quiet. She's very passive in conversation and doesn't like speaking over people or speaking poorly about them. She is about 24
( seeking out help from Sampson.)"I found him towards the bank of the drainage pit, I really couldn't tell if he was dead or sleeping and I didn't want to bother him. I figured if he was dead he'd just resurrect, and if he was sleeping is just be a bother. So I thought to come to you about it seeing as this type of thing is more your forte.Huh? I've never thought to check his pulse. I suppose that would've been the best course of action..."
“I’m really sorry about the whole opera house thing. I know I’ve said it a lot, but I don’t want you to think I’m not being honest with it. I really am sorry about it, I tried my hardest. It’s just when everyone started failing, I couldn’t stay any longer. Please don’t be mad at me about it, I’m trying to get better at it, I swear! (Quit apologizing so much!) I’m sorry, just- I’m sorry- Sorry.”
The world’s biggest piece of shit to ever be spewed out of the gaping anus that is New Jersey. Harley had a surprising amount of tragedies on his life, none of them directly correlating to him, of course. Most were just family members or good friends passing away. When Harley was young he had told a joke at a wake. His father scolded him as well as his mother. Rather than let his way of coping with tragedy become invalidated, he instead indulged wholeheartedly into it to spite those he viewed as wronging him. Harley abuses his immortality to fuck with people, he’s become somewhat of an urban legend. He will walk into fast food places at absurd hours, order something that isn’t on the menu (for example, ordering a Whopper at Mcdonalds), and once told that the specific restaurant does not carry the specific item, will draw a pistol (If he can’t find one, he will use whatever is available to kill himself) from his coat and blow his brains out in front of the cashiers. The legend states that if someone does this late at night, just tell them ‘Yes’, and give them fries. In another section of the city, he will walk in front of a train every third Wednesday in a month, this has been going on for roughly three years now. -
Voice - Roughly from 20 to thirty years old, either a brooklyn, boston, or jersey accent would do. Sound like the biggest asshole possible. He finds his own jokes hilarious, to the point of cracking up in the middle of conversation.
"Here's a real good one. So, one time i was hanging at the malt shop right? And some panty waist came by with his suped up ride, got flames and a pretty engine and all. So I said to him "That car looks pretty hot." He goes " YA damn right it is!" Then he hooked a dame on his arm and went inside. What'd I do? Well as a good samaritan, I cooled down his car for him. I wish you could a seen his face when he opened that door and water flooded out of it, Priceless, I tell ya! So, yeah anyway, the guy stabbed me to death and that's how I died."
"My dad wasn't much of a joker. A lot of the time when it came to things like jokes he'd shrug them off, or give me one of those fake laughs that you give awkward kids so they'll leave you alone. See, I never cried about things, I laughed ‘em off. I didn't ask to find the smaller things in tragedy funny, I just do. The worst part though, if you're asking me at least, was how the guy interpreted laughter as I couldn't get hurt. Ironically enough, the thing that hurts me the most is when I'm told I'm not funny. *Chuckles* What a dick.”
Voice: Charlie is a very relaxed, genuinely nice guy. His voice is a little more lighthearted with MAYBE a slight country accent. Do whatever tho. Hes not the smartest, somewhat impulsive.often uses blasphemous terms Somewhat naive, trusts others wholeheartedly.
(Cheering up a teammate.) "Hey man, if we won them all it wouldn't be special, right? Okay, kind of lame, but I can't just leave you alone, no sir, that's not the Charlie Proctor way! If you keep your chin up we can just keep heading forward and forget a tiny loss. And that's like, the key to victory, ya know?"
Sampson was a failed musician who shot himself because of his failure in the music industry, Sampson had little support for his dream to become a musician, he felt completely alone in his endeavor. As an immortal, Sampson is internally pessimistic and hateful but shows the persona of someone energetic, manic and crazy.
Voice- Sampson is wild and very obsessive. His voice needs to be a little unstable sounding a little unhinged and manic. Unhinged serial killer sort, but with charisma.
" My my, a young lamb has wandered from his flock. Ya know, it's kind of funny I see you here, little lamb. Because in this neck of the woods, I hear there are wolves. And, last time I checked, wolves eat, lambs. Huh, just kind of a weird coincidence that you'd find yourself in wolf territory, funny how that works, huh? Better stay safe, I think I hear a wolf coming, little lamb."
“I know some neat tricks with people like you. Tricks that can give me anthologies of information with just a glance. I can see you don’t believe me, but allow me to demonstrate with your hoodie-clad friend over there. Just from a look I can tell that her irritability is a guise, one that she’s put on for so long she has accepted it as her own. I truly pity people who fight off who they really are so strongly. The grimace of inner turmoil painted on their face, branded for the whole world to see. I wonder at times how a person could NOT see someone so blatantly scared of their innards. I also envy these poor souls. Because sadly, as hard as I try, I’m not as great at lying.”
Yuri was a Graffiti artist made his living as a janitor. He was relatively young when he died. Yuri has a very spiteful and standoffish attitude towards most things due to his strong sense of individuality. Yuri died of asphyxiation in a house fire, a meth lab on the apartment below him blew up.
Voice: Yuri is rather rude and brash. Often selfish and pushes people away, I want his voice to be kind of bully ish.very blunt angry voice. Slightly nasal. He's around 22
"What, do you think you can do better? It's not my fault you lazy asses sit and stare as I do all the work. Maybe if you brain dead retards put some effort forth we wouldn't be losing. Hell, even a half assed attempt would be something! But no, Yuri has gotta do EVERYTHING around here, so when shit hits the fan we only have one guy to blame. Burn in hell, the lot of you."
(After being asked by Ethel as to why he’s crying)“Maybe I am and maybe I’m not. Who the fuck made you the princess of good feelings? What’re you gonna do, huh? So what if I’m tearing up because that dumb bitch outsmarted me? I’ll get over it, and there’s fuck all about what you can do to speed up the process. So leave your hoity toity comforting bullshit at home, because I don’t want a bit of it”
Voice: so, Lynn is moody, pissy and brash. A deeper, more kind of 'fuck you, I just woke' kinda vibe would be great. She fluctuates moods.
( In response to Charlie giving an honest suggestion.)"Amazing, King Stupid and all of his wisdom will now bestow upon me a lesson. Another lecture from some unintelligent flower child who couldn't tell his left hand from his left foot. Is that it Charlie? Are you trying to make me more 'moral' just so you can feel that you've done something? "I may be dumb, but at least I got the notch of purifying that Lynn girl under my belt!" Eat a dick, Charlie. I don't need you.
(In response to being reprimanded by Winston) Don't you dare talk to me like that. You aren't my father, even if you want to be. I’ll be honest though, you almost were. For a second there I thought we were some sort of fucked up family, that we would look out for eachother and love each other unconditionally. Come to find out you're all just a bunch of liars and cheats who wouldn't give a rats ass about me, had I not been as valuable as I have been. Don't think I haven't noticed, the second you saw me in action I got nothing but praise from you fuckers. And for a second I believed it. I believed I had a home. I believed that you all liked me, and that I was just a nut for being so skeptical these past three years. I told myself that I was the liar, and fully embraced this gang of hypocrites as people who actually gave two shits about me. So good job everyone, you had me going for a while there. Sadly though, I'm a lot smarter than you think I am.
(Internal rant after finding out her old teacher is an immortal.) I swear to christ, Charlie duty or not I’m going to kick his ass if he starts talking to me in that casual-professional way. He always spoke like that to me, trying to ‘get on my level.’ What an asshat. He talked that way to me all the way up to the day I died. Where he slammed the goddamned door on me, in attempt to protect the feeble plebeians that cowered in the classroom.
Voice - Old timey new york. Myaah, see, sort. Short, quick talking. Speaks in VERY archaic phrases.
" Listen, you have to realize the utter genius of it all! You see, where I come from, a ruse like this would put you on a one way ticket to the lynching tree. But it's all worth it for the amazing humor in it all! Sam Chowder! Hah! They'll look at the records and say "My that looks a tad bit like clam chowder." The poor fools don't know that I made that name BECAUSE of that! It'll be on everything we buy! Cars, deeds, phones, planes, you name it! All of them are going to proudly brand "Sam Chowder" all over it! It's hilarious!"
"I remember when I was a lad my mother would make a shepherd's pie that could beat the legs off Satan himself! Oh yeah, and the time she put into it, having to go out and get the corn, potatoes and cheese from the market, then having to shuck the corn, shred the cheese, mash the potatoes and then cook it all up! Altogether it’d take her about 13 hours of work to make a simple meal for me and my sister. And then comes this pizza stuff! I can ring up some young man and have a pizza at my door in less than 30 minutes! I don't even have to leave the house! Though the pizza doesn't have the good ‘ol charm that my mothers pie did."
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