Wisheater (Forum RP Post Readings)
Project Overview
I'm the GM of a forum RP named Wisheater and my group of 16 friends have been writing out the events of the game for almost a year now. Recently, we've realized we want to hear our characters speaking our best and worst lines in a sort of anniversary project.
The price is negotiable! If you think a scene is overly long or complicated, we can definitely discuss higher prices.
This sample would probably be ~$10 USD with just one narrator read-over who would double as the voice for this character's italicized internal dialogue:
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- Thanks to her athleticism, Zoe managed not to tire much at all on the way to the lighthouse. The knowledge provided little comfort as they reached their destination, finding it empty of their disappeared classmates and confirming her worst suspicions. Sander's words only reinforced that the teleporting idiots had, in fact, gone back to the mansion - if he could tell, he'd surely have said the others were nearby, right?
- Which meant they weren't coming. How many was that, then? Four. Four classmates dead if they completed their escape now. Of course, she knew fine well that staying could well increase that number - hell, Lawrence had told her as much, it was why she'd stayed with the fleeing group in the first place. But what was a necessary sacrifice, what was acceptable... this wasn't it.
- This was too many.
- No-one else gets left behind. That was the deal.
- Her emotions were muted at the moment, but she knew she'd be furious the moment that ended. Possibly dangerous. She'd almost definitely want to kill something, to tear someone apart slowly and hear the slow rip of flesh, the popping and cracking of tendons, of bone. Maybe that was what was happening to the others right now. She could imagine it, Brent with an ear hanging on by a thread, Siena with shattered bones protruding from her arm, Gregory screaming as--
- Don't fucking smile.
- So maybe things weren't exactly looking fantastic on the mental stability front. Maybe she really needed the calm-down aura right now from a purely logical standpoint. Nonetheless, if Lawrence tried to stop her from fighting this time, she'd keep to her earlier promise and take him down one way or another. That was something she'd made clear enough when it came to the change in circumstances. Getting on that ferry would mean abandoning the others for real, and she couldn't do that.
- Pretty selfless, wasn't it? Or did she just want an excuse to go out there and hurt people? Get hurt herself?
- It wouldn't make a difference. The actions were what mattered, not the motives behind them. Besides, the others weren't vicious enough to win this fight without her taking the lead, that much seemed certain. Sander's words had only confirmed that they weren't alone, and her gaze wandered over to the staircase. A lookout point - someone up there too, maybe, if the blood and footprints were any indication. A possible ally? That, or just ammunition for a ranged attack depending on how useful they were. Either way, it'd be a good start.
- That being said, there was another issue to deal with first. Namely, the two assholes who'd decided the middle of a subnatural attack with their teammates' lives on the line was the right time to lie to her fucking face. Suddenly she felt a lot less bad about the earlier threats, not that she could properly follow up on them right now. Instead, with absolutely no warning she chose one of the two at random, span around, and launched a full-force kick right between Marcus' legs. Okay, she hadn't strictly been aiming there, but...
- Well, it certainly made her point.
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(Formal but friendly tone) "I'm Angélique Lachance. Angel will do just fine if you prefer."
(Passionate and determined tone) “I will find a way to become that someone else you could have been. A hero that can save herself and the others she cares about. It might just be a fool’s hope, but I’ll try. I’ll try, and I’ll show you that it can be done. And that you’re wrong. And that you can still be brought back, even if you say you can’t be saved.”
(Mild angry tone) “All my life I pursued a dream to be everyone’s idol. And after I fucked up my own dreams, I tried to keep going, befriending as many people as possible, because I feared ending up alone with no one to love, or being loved.”
(Enraged) "All will burn by my hand!"
(Annoyed) "Stop with that stupid grin on your face, you bastard."
(Apathetic and melancholy) "Promise me you won't hesitate to destroy me should I lose myself."
“Ernest Mars! But everyone calls me Ernie for short. Awesome meeting you!”
(Melancholy. Expression in mind is a bitter and hurt smile) “It’s not that I want to live, y’know? I just…can’t bear the thought of dying.”
(Conversational and friendly tone, despite the clear evil intentions behind his words and fact that his smile looks very sadistic all of a sudden and he’s definitely gonna hurt you after watching your failed attempt at escape.) *chuckling* “Oh man. That’s just embarrassing, buddy. How ‘bout we try it my way now?”
(joking) "Hey! Can someone tell me where the minibar is back here?"
(exasperated/disbelief) "There's huge claw marks in the carpet, Fred...did the DOG do that? Does he have super powers too?"
(sad/determined) "Because I have lost too much. I have lost too many of the things I took for granted; the little things I always assumed would be there no matter what happened. Because I absolutely will not lose anything I have any possibility of keeping in my life."
I see, so this is the legendary food item called 'ice cream'.
I understand. I will proceed as asked.
Is that so? Then, I will be sure to remember that.
Altruistic super hero complex 100%. Callan holds herself to a very high standard and yet suffers heavily from the persistent desire to just be a teenager binge watching Netflix and taking long naps instead of incessantly worrying about the dismal state of the world. Introverted/somewhat reserved. Athletic. Level-headed, but can be very competitive. Her voice is a tinge lower than most-- just a touch of tomboy. May occasionally dip into her own version of a superhero voice, since that's what she aspires to be. She's very passionate about that. Secretly she is the hugest dork (likes lame jokes and watches a lot of TV). Callan's tone is usually casual and warm. She has tendency to laugh when nervous or upset with herself. Self-deprecating jokes are usually her go-to defense, however she is very susceptible to embarrassment wrought by others. Gotta keep up that flawless super hero mystique, right? She's lived a mostly sheltered life, resulting in a childish sort of optimism that lately has been prone to cracking, but still very much in tact. She's from Atlanta, Georgia, but she's also half black with only one side of her family having the thick Atlanta accent so IF you want to try and incorporate that, that would be super cool but I would prefer that it be very light/subtle.
(Confident, proud) "Nice to meet you! I'm Callan Webb. Super strength... resistance... agility... speed and--" (expression darkens, scared, serious and unsure) "--something else."
(indignant, confident, slightly annoyed, laughing a little through her words) "You keep saying I'm a subnatural like it's a bad thing.... Don't worry, guy-- you'll change your tune soon enough."
(very flustered and unconvincing liar) "Uh. Haha. NO, I don't have a crush on-- We're just friends! You know-- we... w-we... Er... Y-you're not gonna tell anyone right? Please? For the love of God, I will literally die if you do."
Calm demeanor with a temper lying beneath. Rarely invoked, but once becomes deadly when it does. Constantly struggling with his destructive powers. Often speaks with a calm, even tone, though his speech can be a little bit stiff, like he’s uncomfortable sometimes. Voice softened when he’s emotional.
“My name is Sander Lorraine. Nice to meet you.”
(Sincere) "You know I would kill for you. I would die for you. I would do anything. Please."
(soft laugh) (relaxed) "Go on. I'll wait for you. As long as it takes.
Lazy, tired, yet quick witted. That is what makes up Grant. Due to his own parents' actions, he has a hard time trusting any type of parental figure. Though he is smart and able to formulate strange yet effective plans, he prefers to take orders rather than give. He has since trying to change that, although he is making minimal progress. He spends his downtime sleeping rather than do anything that involves activity and when he actually does something, he is sure that it is worth his time. He is quiet and hard to talk to, due to his stoic nature. He lets almost no emotions out, keeping them bottled up in his head.
(Stoic, Tired.) "Grant. Grant Rotem. Why are you talking to me again?"
(Stoic, laced with determination.) "It was my fault that she died. It's because I did nothing and I was afraid. I can't afford to feel like this anymore. I won't let anyone else die because of my inaction."
(Angry and spiteful) "Why the hell do you think I'm going to take orders from you? As far as I know, you're going to march us out to our deaths. I will do what I want."
Slightly husky, deep voice. Sardonic/Sarcastic. Hint of a New York accent.
(apathetic/passive) "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm really not."
(sarcastic) "I really don't have the time nor the crayons to explain this to you."
(angry) "If I'm an asshole for pointing out how wrong you are, then so be it."
Extra line: (Scared/frustrated) "I don't know when I'm gonna snap, but I know it's gonna happen. And that scares me more than anything."
"The name's Zoe. I'm sure you won't forget it."
(Angry) "Don't act like I'm the idiot when you're the one treating this like a fucking fairytale."
(Way too happy about making death threats) "Fair warning; this is gonna hurt you a whole lot more than me."
Soft, almost effeminate voice (will accept female voice actors for this role as well if voice is androgynous).
(quiet) "Please let me do this right."
(stuttering) "W-Wait, I'm--I'm afraid. And I--I don't know what to do."
(dreamy) "I saw a field of golden wheat. And it was a gentle twilight. I was sitting on an old swing and someone nearby told me I wasn't alone."
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