Trojan War
Terence Davis for Priam
King of Troy. Stately, regal. Priam has been king of Troy for the last 55 years. He is old, he is respectable, and will do what is best to ensure the safety of his people, even if it means taking extreme measures. However, he is a loving father, and cares about all of his children, though they number to 50. He makes sure each oof them have a home in the palace, and that each are able to play their role in Trojan politics
For this role, you will be asked to reprise the role for all four seasons of this series.
- english
- male senior
(commanding, weighing a heavy decision) You will take him out into the forest. No one must know you are there or what you are about to do. You must return to Troy before dawn. I know you will not fail me, Agelaus.
(on the verge of tears) For eighteen years, I have agonized over you, and the decision I made. The greatest regret of my life was giving you to the forest. Our son has come back to us!
(Longing for old days) I was only sixteen, not even a man grown. There wasn't as many of us as there are of you and your brothers, but there were still plenty. I was the youngest out of at least 12 brothers and sisters, so no one really payed much attention to me. And with my mother dying soon after my birth, and my father too busy running the city, I was raised by the nannies. Everyone ignored me. I was the runt of the litter, who cared what I did. I was irrelevant. Except for one, my sister, Hesione. She acknowledged me, played with me when I was a child, came to my room when I was scared, comforted me when I needed it. She was the only one who I could truly consider family. Which was why I pleaded and begged with my father when the oracle decreed her death to assuage the anger of Apollo and Posiedon. Had it not been for a passing Hercules, I would've lost her forever. Of course, in typical Greek faction, the man wanted compensation for his noble efforts. My father, the proud man that he was, scoffed at him and told him to return to his lands where he came from. He did, and the following year, he returned to Troy, except this time, with 20,000 soldiers, personally trained by him. The war did not last the year, for despite our formidable defenses, my father was a poor general. Hercules personally killed my father. His soldiers massacred all of my brothers, and was about to kill me too, when my sister stepped in. She offered herself up to him as his hostage and concubine in exchange for my life. So she went with them, and I was spared, the new king of Troy. The last gift my sister gave me was my life, and so I wish to repay the debt.
