Buck's Buffoons! (Cartoon Pilot)
Bailey_VA for Wit
Role Type: Lead
Voice: Adult, Male-leaning. Can be played by any performer.
There are performers, and then there is Wit. The omnipresent, ever-smiling representative of the studio, Wit does not take the stage, nor do they seek the spotlight. They are not a star, nor a side character. They are simply… there. Watching. Knowing.
Not much is known about Wit’s origins, and those who claim to remember seem to disagree on the details. What is certain, however, is their role—an observer, a narrator, a presence that lingers in the corners of Buck’s Buffoons, always aware of the next big moment before it happens.
Wit is a narrator, of sorts. Coming from an alternate universe, Wit knows the colorful cast of characters as fiction... this should be odd, but they find it to be exciting. They know everything that will happen in this universe before it happens. They have a strict "no spoilers!" policy.
We are open to all interpretations and accents!
- androgynous
- animation/character
- male young adult
- male adult
(calm, lightly amused) "Ah. I see what’s happened here. You think you have a plan." (They pause, head tilting slightly, as if indulging a child.) "And it almost is one. Truly. You’ve got the pieces—a bit of trickery here, a clever misdirection there. Very charming. But… you’ve built a house of cards in a wind tunnel. And that is where I must step in." (They take a slow step forward, every movement deliberate.) "Now, I could simply fix this for you. That would be the polite thing to do. But I suspect you’d learn very little from that. No, I think it would be much more educational to let you see it unravel on its own. And when it does—when you find yourself backed into a corner you never noticed—remember that I was here. Watching. Waiting." (A knowing, polite smile.) "And entirely unsurprised."
(calm, assured, vaguely entertained) "And now you’ll hesitate… just a second too long. You’ll shift your weight, deciding between fight or flight, and in that moment—ah, there it is. The choice makes itself." (They give a small, knowing smile.) "Predictable, really. But don’t take it personally. Most things are."
(Someone asks them outright if they can see what happens next. A pause, a flicker of consideration—then, amusement.) "Wouldn’t that be something?" (They lean forward just slightly, voice dropping to something almost intimate.) "To always know the punchline before the joke, to step over cracks before they form, to watch the world spin on a thread of inevitability." (And then—) "But no, no. That would be quite impossible." (A beat. A smile.) "Wouldn’t it?"
