Hi! I'm Rotschrecked, and I want to spoil the shit out of my players. I'm looking for voice actors to redo NPC lines from my Werewolf: The Apocalypse TTRPG sessions so everything sounds nice and immersive in post. At the time of writing, there are about 5 sessions completed. All lines will be transcribed by me and sent over. In addition, I may contact you to record lines for a short audio log (which you will of course be compensated for accordingly).
I'm also looking for someone to do some ambient musical scores.
All art showcased here is done by me.
1871.
When soldier of Gaia clashed against soldier of Gaia, the Garou of the Chicago Anchorhead made the desperate decision to call forth great and terrible spirits to help them fight back. From the flames of the Chicago Great Fire victory was pried, but at a cost great to all involved.
1925.
Gray Raven of the Children of Gaia found her dreams plagued with visions, evoking imagery of the world's dying days. At its core, the storm rages and the flames surge. None whom she tells heed her warnings.
2006.
The Fanum, the Anchorhead held by the Ghost Council tribe and the few allies they'd held back in the clashes with the European Garou, begins to shake. Cracks in its foundations boom like thunder, the Kindred of Chicago have smelled blood in the water, and the storms above the Windy City have been restless for two weeks now. With desperate times calling for desperate measures, their hands have been forced- they must seek help from any who will lend a claw.
You are here by the guiding hand of fate. Whether a member of the tribe who has come forth to aid your kin, one whose wandering had brought them to the city by chance, or even someone who seeks the prizes war may bestow upon them, it matters not. The Blood Moon rises behind the thick clouds of the spirits' wrath, and the clock begins to count the seconds down to when the storm will finally break.
TTRPG: Werewolf: The Apocalypse, 20th Anniversary Ed. Chronicle based on the 1993 module Under A Blood Red Moon
Feel free to audition for more than one role. There are... certainly an amount of them
NOTE ON "MAJOR ROLES": Not all of these have a lot (or any) lines yet, but they are guaranteed to have more work in the future
NOTE ON "MINOR ROLES": It's entirely possible that they take on larger parts in the story later on. Payment will be increased accordingly
If for some reason this gains traction and allows me to increase pay, I gladly will. It's only a smaller amount on posting because I'm paying out of pocket
At long last, we've come to the end of the submissions period. I've listened to a few of the auditions already, but over the next few days I'll be sorting through everything fully and reaching out
I appreciate the time everyone has put aside to offer their voices to the project, and I'm excited to work with the incredible talent that's been shared with me
Thank you again for the interest!
-Rotschrecked, DM gone rogue
Anna was once an assistant district attorney. After discovering her Garou heritage, she immersed herself in her tribe’s culture and learned quickly. She is loved and respected, and no one is more trusted by the Sept members. She is disliked by many leaders outside the Sept, with whom she avoids dealing. As the leader of the Fanum, and thus Chicago's Ghost Council, she has found herself dragged into the spotlight as the storms converge above her Sept. Whether she likes it or not, it is her duty to seek help... and in turn, deal with the leaders that dislike her so much.
Voice
Anna is a leader first and foremost, honed by decades of hard work. A woman in her late 50s/early 60s, she has dedicated her life to the Fanum. She is blunt, and tends to get her point across in conversation as concisely as possible. Her true strength lies in speeches, her sharp tone and courtroom honing leaving no room for miscommunication.
(Addressing a gathered crowd, not too dissimilar from speaking in front of a courtroom) "None of us are deaf to the way of the world. We see the writings on the wall, feel the cracks in the foundation- dark tidings are upon us. Our hands are once again forced. Three nights ago, our tentative neutrality with the Leeches was shattered. They attacked us unprompted. We know not why, only that they will pay dearly."
"Many of the Fanum have found their packs long ago. Perhaps some would be willing to lend their aid regardless."
(Pacing back and forth in front of an uncaring God. "For years I've given you my loyalty, but now I get none, not even from you!" (Anguish over her missing husband) "WHERE IS HE?!"
Storms-The-Front is a young-ish Garou of around 28-30. Though an Ahroun, he maintains a light-hearted personality. He earned his deed name by taking the lead on a warband after the leader was slain in battle, “storming the front” and winning in spite of the odds. He’s taken more of a backseat in the past year, taking a spiritual reprieve and acting as background support instead of the main warring event. This is to keep himself humble and connected with the aspects of life not relating to battle.
He is a terrible liar and a very emotional man, whether that emotion be in the form of worrying over the well-being of a rival Sept to giving in to the Rage within. It is easy for Gaia's righteous fury to well up within him, anger seeping into his voice as easily as blood seeps into cracks. Storms has done his best to mediate this, employing several different methods of calming himself down.
Voice
Storms-The-Front is a city wolf, having been born and raised in Chicago. His voice is deep and a bit gruff, and unmistakably Midwestern. He shortens a lot of words and speaks informally, save for when addressing those of a higher rank than him.
"You need supplies, I got 'em! Or I'll get 'em. Nothin' I can't get my hands on."
(Being interrogated by exactly one (1) guy) "I- look, I don't know anything about that." (Actually sweating because he sucks so bad at lying) "Just- no!"
"Where the hell do you think I got the name *Storms-The-Front*? I'm supposed to be out there! Me hanging back here ain't outta cowardice, it's out of fuckin-" (Exasperated) "You won't *get* it. We ain't the same."
Ricky is a 30-something year old veteran who worked a lot of odd jobs to make ends meet. As far as anyone knows he lives alone, but he’s a polite and sociable guy. He doesn’t ask very many questions and appreciates the work he’s given. Though he's only started working for Red Between Worlds for somewhere around 6 months, he's proven himself to be a dependable employee- which is great, because this job is a blessing for him. Good pay, interesting boss, what's not to like? If you need a lift, he'll answer the call, no matter what weird time of day (or night) it is.
Voice
Ricky speaks with great enthusiasm. To any onlookers, his speech seems to convey an optimistic attitude, a man content with his job and his life. He refers to both his boss (Red) and his dominator with the formal 'ma'am', and, if addressing anyone else deemed to be a higher rank than him, offers the same formalities.
"Hyde Park's about 23 minutes away- buuuuut if you want me to, y'know, get us there faster."
"There's a teeny tiny bottle of vodka in the glove compartment. I know you're not supposed to drink but hey! Live a little!"
"You're telling me Dracula's REAL???" (After having the entire world of the supernatural exposed to him by his boss)
He arrived in Chicago in the late 40s to establish a base of operations for those like him and give free knowledge to the public, making good relations with the Fanum in the effort to create a long-standing agreement. He died shortly after his Temple was completed, falling against a mighty foe that Chicago knew not of. He has been dead since, for its death throes cursed him to be trapped within the Umbra.
Voice
Dr. Peabody speaks with a British accent, and though an intellectual he maintains a playful and 'down-to-earth' sort of vibe when speaking with his apprentice. He's quick-witted and sharp, offering advice to the spiritual in a concise yet comedic fashion.
"Oi bruv, that's right weird innit? Them lights the sort that fit more in the streets and shite than in the Umbra. I'd say it might have something to do with the Gauntlet, a breach in someone's cloaking. Nothin good, that's for sure."
"Oh that, that, is quite strange indeed! Never seen anything like it, I haven't." (Trying to hold back the urge to be curious in front of his apprentice) "Scurry along, I'll see what I come up with yeah?"
"Ah, a puzzle! Now, all you need to do is-" (Watching someone screw it up and knowing full well they're about to face serious consequences for it) "...Bullocks."
Gnuris seeks to protect his Sept at any and all cost, potentially even to the point of permitting the leeches to take the Fanum if it meant his own Sept would remain standing. At the current point, he has completely sealed off his Sept, assigning only the strongest and largest packs to patrol the territory. His Sept has lost more Garou than the Fanum has, and keeping the rest alive is his utmost priority. Gnuris is aware that he is nearing his own death, and this drives him to make harsher decisions in an attempt to preserve his legacy.
Voice
Gnuris is an old man, well into his twilight years. Yet his voice remains powerful and unwavering, reminding those who might have ambitions of usurping him that he still retains strength. He is blunt, and does not give long speeches. You can decide if he gets an accent or not.
"Who are you to determine the fate of our Sept?"
(Slamming his hand on the table) "ENOUGH! I will NOT have those who have yet to wet their teeth in *true* battle disrespect my rulings. You're too young to understand, too fresh to comprehend.
(Sigh of great age) "I will not allow more to die. I have failed those we lost, but the ones left I can still save."
Anpu's birth was marked with an ill omen. A shadow hung over the Metis with fur black as pitch, and as he grew he did little to disprove fate. A foolish deal as a teenager with a spirit for knowledge he shouldn't have led to a regret he could never take back, and since then he's led the life of a lone wolf, wandering in self-declared exile.
His goals seem unclear to anyone who interacts with him, but he knows exactly what he's doing. Part of his self-assigned penance is fighting the Wyrm on the spiritual level, constantly going toe-to-toe with Banes in spite of lacking the regenerative factor that saves so many of his kin. He ambushes foes and then vanishes without a trace, whatever mess left behind being harrowing in its own right.
Voice
His delivery is cryptic, and his appearances are ominous. You can be speaking to him one moment, and when you look back he's disappeared into the shadows. He pauses frequently and prefers to keep his speech limited as much as possible, and rarely has much emotion to his voice. Anpu doesn't have much of a social or cultural understanding and it shows. He's a strange man.
(Appearing out of nowhere) "That isn't going to work."
"You. Angered them." (Extended pause for no good reason) "Stop. Doing that."
(Addressing apprentice) "They think. You're weak. Useless. For a birth. That was not your fault. (Pause.) "We are born. Different. That is true. But they will learn. That doubting the underdog is a fatal mistake."
*Say something you think would fit*
Gentle Brook differs from her module variation. She is more naive to the ways of human life, being a relatively new Cliath. She was found by the Garou of the Fanum, and though she was taken in by Anna and her husband, Isaiah, the ways of the human world are still strange to her. As a blossoming Theurge, Moon's Shadow took a personal interest in training her, wanting her to find purpose in a role instead of being lost to the turmoil of human and Garou ways. Gentle Brook differs from her module variation. She is more naive to the ways of human life, being a relatively new Cliath. She was taken in by the Garou of the Fanum, and is still trying to find her place. She would love to visit Europe, and is enchanted with tales of Changelings.
As the inevitability of war looms over Chicago, Gentle Brook has found herself utterly lost in the chaos. No pack will take her in, deeming her too young and inexperienced to be worth taking the risk on, and Anna has completely consumed herself in the madness of battle. For the first time in a while, it feels like she has only herself, and that she's back to being how she was before her First Change. .
Voice
Gentle Brook is young, excited, and curious. She sees the world through bright eyes, inexperienced yet unafraid to pursue things regardless. As a relatively new Lupus-born Garou, the human world is a brand new frontier for her. However, she bears a nervous edge to her- she's lost her father figure to the Umbra, and finds herself lost and useless in the upcoming War of Chicago. No pack wants her, and without guidance she's left to her own devices.
"Welcome, hi! You’re still on time, we haven’t started yet- (Doubting herself) We haven’t started yet, have we?"
(Awkwardly sharing her plight) "It's just my... mentor. He disappeared into the Deep Umbra a few weeks back. I guess I don't... really know what to do now. It's not like I can follow him, I'm not experienced enough to navigate it all by myself."
(Scuffing the floor with her shoe in a completely empty room) "I wish I wasn't so useless."
Under construction
*Say something you think would fit*
I'm mostly looking for people who have a set price per track. More than down to discuss specifics
Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines is the OST vibe I'd like referenced the most. Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Heart of the Forest is also a good reference
*Say something you think would fit*
As alpha of the Erebus Pack, he forces a greater sense of seriousness. He understands his position isn't one of inherent glory, it is one he'll need to fight for, making do with the tools he was given. He'll prove himself as Garou, even if it means dragging the rest down the rabbit hole.
Voice
"Rabbit" speaks with a gruff voice, one I can only really describe as 'kind of like Dean from Supernatural'. He's very serious and to the point, never having the time for antics and always wanting to be on schedule. His patience is short.
(Directing Chasing Ghosts to return) "Where the hell have you BEEN?! Get your ass back here *NOW*!
"I don't know who the hell you think you are, and frankly, I don't care."
(Looking impatiently at the time) "You guys done fucking around yet? We're behind schedule."
Strikes-First, aka "Hearts", is not part of this pack.
For the moment, she is, but she knows just as well as the others that she doesn't belong here. She is the looming shadow of authority over a group that must take its final step into being fully vetted, and in this sense she is an impossible force for them to ignore. A constant reminder that their actions are being watched with particular interest.
Voice
"Hearts" detests human language. She uses it simply, bluntly, straightforward, attempting to have there be as little miscommunication as possible so she doesn't have to repeat herself. Her voice always carries a dangerous edge to it, more akin to a knife than an instrument of communication. She has no time for games, and no time for wasting breath on useless language.
"Make up your mind, before I make it up for you."
"You better keep your thoughts to yourself."
(Disapproving the pack leader's choice to not kill a guy) "Tsk. If it were up to me, it would've been off with their heads."
Generations of dormant Garou genetics had lain secretly in wait within her family, and it was only when she quite literally fell into it that she became the first of her family in centuries to experience the First Change. Since then, her life has been an acid trip of Umbral encounters and skittering visions- and she's tackled it with the power of modern technology. Something ancient lurks beneath the surface, and curiosity leads Alice deeper into Wonderland by the day.
Her role in the pack is an info-gatherer and a spy, weaving a network of bugged devices across whatever city she's in. She's particularly tech-savvy for a Garou, something others don't like.
Voice
"Allie" is a very technical person. She is very much the straight-woman of an otherwise crazy cast of characters, carrying no extremes to the way she presents herself and tactfully hiding what's really going on in her circuits. Yet still, some things poke out... like how she almost treats life with the detachment of a scientist investigating their work.
"Testing, testing, one-two, one-two." (Pause) "Hello? Can you hear me?"
"Yes, well, if you'd allow me to do my *job* I'm certain we could get this over with faster. That should be good for your ever-important schedule, right?"
(Speaking through a mechanical spider) "Agent, are you there? We're detecting mass amounts of spiritual activity in your area- if I were you, I'd get the hell out of dodge."
But it was he who did something they couldn't. Stuck in their old ways, failing where they should've succeeded, the other half became the vanquisher, the one who could wake a possessed soul from the dreams of the Umbra. Not that he brags about it, or anything. That's for people who want attention. Him? He's fine with the name and charade, because it's always better to be underestimated as a fool.
Voice
Chess tends to speak with a more relaxed, almost smug tone, like he knows something you don't and *wants* you to know that he knows. It's like he's always playing 5D chess with you, but you're not even aware you're on the board. Despite this demeanor, Chess never takes a particularly outspoken role in pack discussions, knowing damn well what his place is.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in."
(Being cheeky over the radio) "Go ahead and break it, if you want. It's not mine anyway."
(Low whistle) "That's rough, buddy."
There was no world where he or his brother should have been accepted into a pack. But "Allie" embraced their oddities and vouched for them to her teammate, and the rest, as they say, is history. Though at the bottom of the pecking order, it's thanks to his pack that his curse serves a purpose as a gift, and for that he can't help but be grateful.
Voice
Chasing Ghosts can never ever EVER talk straight. He's practically incapable of giving a simple truth to anything, much less a straight forward answer. Talking to him is more likely to get your brain all twisted into knots. His voice constantly carries a whimsical edge of fairytale madness to it.
"Well if they're out there and I'm in here and he's over there and there's the Sheriff and I'm glad I'm in here and they're out there and-" (Just go crazy with this)
"What exactly defines "here"? Because, really, *here* could mean many different things. Am I here mentally, physically, spiritually? Is "here" the present time? What *is* the time, anyway?"
Adlib utter madness here
Mauls-A-Bitch is the alpha of the Street Blazers Pack, a traveling pack made mostly out of Garou from the Black Furies tribe. She seems aloof, holding an almost stereotypical "cool girl" attitude about her to those who view her from the outside. Yet still, she absolutely is not afraid to throw hands and get dirty.
Voice
Her delivery is oftentimes flat, lacking a lot of social eloquence to it. The talking is typically left to her packmates- she's the wartime leader, after all.
(Shrug) "It's nothing we can't handle."
(Talking about vampires) "They've got silver. I'd be cautious if I were you."
A long-standing member of the Sept of the Wind Catchers, Leech's Bane has held a prominent position as a War Captain for about a decade. As war marches on Chicago and his Sept's leader considers neutrality without putting up a fight, his connection with Storms-The-Front and the debt he feels he owes him will push him to become an active player on the fight against the undead.
Voice
Leech's Bane is inherently confrontational, with words openly hostile. He's very much of the mentality 'shoot first, ask questions later'.
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Splits-The-Road is a member of the Street Blazers, a motorcycle gang pack that answered the Fanum's call. Her name is not for nothing- she quite often will split from her pack, because that's simply what she does. This often gets her into all sorts of trouble, but she will never stop doing it
Voice
Splits-The-Road spent her entire debut screaming in agony over a silver wound. One might initially feel sorry for her, but she was quite literally just putting her theater kid heart into dramatizing the situation as much as possible. Take this how you will.
(Mere moments before making a bad decision) "I wonder where this road goes!"
(Mere moments before getting stabbed with a silver knife) "Oh FUCK-"
"AHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGH"
Wildfire is a member of the Street Blazers pack, acting as the effective 'face' of the party. She's a social climber at heart, and an ambitious one at that. Despite being a lupus, she handles human social cues perfectly fine- in fact even better than many humans do. She's a master at the art of reading body language, always looking for telltale clues as to what people are really feeling. .
Voice
Wildfire speaks with a measured tone, and is neither particularly hostile nor friendly. She is simply unafraid to speak her mind, as plainly or as convoluted as she deems necessary. At heart, she's a critic.
"You make grave assumptions of everyone around you. How often do those turn out to be right?"
"I'm gonna have to keep this briefer than I would've liked- or, sorry, I don't actually *care*."
"I have no loyalty to the Fanum, but what I can say is that maybe there's a good reason why **you** haven't been told what's happening."
She may be a nobody to the Garou, but to the Camarilla of Chicago she's a Kindred nobody wants to get on the bad side of. Though initially deemed an odd choice for the job, The Sheriff has swiftly proved her worthiness for the position... and has no intent of letting it go. Her ambitions run high, and her grasp over the city of Chicago grows tighter by the night.
That pesky war between Lupine and Kindred will find its end in blood, and she's determined to have her own side come out on top. Especially now that she's found and unwilling spy amongst a particularly interesting group of Lupines...
Voice
The Sheriff is an intense woman, but in the same way a viper ready to strike is intense. You can play around with her voice as much as you'd like, honestly
"And who sent you? Anyone I care about? No?" (Laughs) "Then go away."
"The Hounds are hungry tonight. Ironic, isn't it, that their feast will be in Lupine blood."
Adlib
Jupiter is the Celestine representing its namesake planet, and is linked to the Shade Realm of Matter. He presides over the concept of leadership and is a particularly imposing force to deal with, which is often why he is compartmentalized into intermediaries (i.e. Red Swan Gafflings). In the events of Blood Moon Rising, the Jupiter Incarna bound to the Fanum is under attack by Black Spiral Dancers, who intend to corrupt it and use it in service of the Wyrm.
Voice
Jupiter takes plenty of influence from his Roman namesake, presenting an imposing and powerful voice. I imagine a deeper one for him, but you're free to play around with his lines.
"If you are to lead, you must wear the crown. The only choice you get is what form it will take."
"You who has not once braved the deep, yet intends to descend where only elders tread." (Purposeful pause.) "The universe will see if this act of hubris will be your last."
"I am Jupiter, lord above lords, aspect of lawful might, eye of the storm. I lend you my aid once, and only once."
