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Unveil The Shadow: Audition Sheet 3
Scion
Dynamis (real name unknown):
A
punk enthusiast at Elliot's school. His hair is dyed bright green, he
wears punk attire, and he keeps mostly to himself. Lately though, he
has taken an interest in Elliot. He keeps glaring at Elliot in the
cafeteria and from across the hall. He's very crude, very brash, and
loud. If you make fun of his punk persona, he will kick your ass and
take some names. It's best not to mention it.
“What
are you looking at? What? Never seen a guy with green hair before?
You better look somewhere else if you don't want your face
rearranged.”
“You
think you got what it takes to take on Scion. Come on. Bring it. I'll
gladly smash your teeth in.”
Ad
Lib: put on your best punk persona and just have fun with it.
Virgil:
The
leader of the rebel organization fighting Zenith. He appears at
random, offering words of wisdom and advice for Elliot. Who is he
really? Only time will tell. He has a deep, somewhat commanding voice
but not intimidating. It is familiar to Elliot but he can't
understand why.
“There
are those who wish to destroy you, Elliot. They have no reason and
they have no restraint. They will find you. You had best be prepared.
If not, they will kill you without a second thought. Strength is more
than just physical power, Elliot. You must be mentally prepared to
face the task ahead of you.”
“You
think that you can end this war by simply sacrificing yourself. This
isn't just about you, Elliot. This isn't about us. This is about the
world. They won't stop with just one death. They'll kill us all and
just keep on killing. That's who they are. Stop behaving as if this
is your war. This is a war for all mankind.”
Ad
Lib: Say something cryptic or say something about the forces that
oppose you.
Zaithe:
A
badass if there ever was one, she commands respect from all of the
other rebels. Even Vallin doesn't dare cross Zaithe. She spends a lot
of her time staring into space and playing catch with a dagger but
when enemies attack, she's the first to jump into battle and the
first to return. Whatever you do, don't duck with her.
“Hey
brat. So I hear you're gonna take on Zenith. Good luck. You're gonna
need it.”
“I
wouldn't get on my bad side if I were you. I'm very unpleasant
when I'm angry.”
“Heh.
Well whaddya know. The brat has some spunk. You should forget about
being a hero while you still can. All the heroes are dead and gone.
There's only us outcasts left.”
Ad
Lib: Say something completely abrasive to one of the other
characters.
Gravedigger:
What
is he? Not even Zenith really knows. He is an ancient man who appears
whenever someone dies. He carries a shovel with him wherever he goes
and he always speaks in riddles. The answer will be revealed
eventually.
“ (cackles
to himself) Well, well. We meet again old friend. You are but the
first of many. Soon, the dam will break and the rivers will flow with
the blood of the innocent. It is only a matter of time.”
(Singing
to himself) “Oh death is but a grand adventure and the only one we
all must share. On the way we shall rejoice but soon we must despair.
What secrets truly lay beyond the wall of black and grim. Only time
will lay them bare and lead us back to Tim.”
Ad
Lib: Say something completely batshit insane.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Unveil The Shadow: Audition Sheet 2
Shawna
Carsh:
A
beautiful young girl with a dark past. She puts on a brave face but
she is hurting inside day after day. One of the nicest girls at
Elliot's school but she doesn't talk to him or his friends.
Lines:
“Shawna?
What are you in for?”
“Oh,
you know,” she said nonchalantly, “got caught doing my makeup in
class. Apparently that's a sin now. What'd you do?”
“Robbed
a bank,” said Elliot calmly. “I tried to stash the money in my
desk but Haney caught me. Wish he'd let me keep it.”
They
both laughed at this.
“Seriously,
though,” she said. “What'd you do?”
“Nothing
serious,” said Elliot. “I was falling asleep in class. It's
Haney's fault really. If he wasn't so boring I'd be able to stay
awake.”
Shawna
smiled. “So, Elliot. I was wondering-”
“What
the hell are you doing,” Shawna asked. “You're going to get us
all in trouble.”
“Lighten
up, babe,” said Felix, a stupid grin on his face. “Rules were
meant to be broken.”
“Shut
up, Lardo,” Elliot said. “You are such an idiot.”
“Why
don't you make me,” Felix said, walking right up to Elliot.
“You're
not worth it,” said Elliot nonchalantly.
“Just
stop, Felix,” said Shawna. “What are you trying to prove.”
Ad
Lib: Talk about your day at school. Be sure to put on a happy face.
This is the kind of thing where it would be good to sound almost too
happy. Like you're not really as happy as you say you are.
Felix
Logan:
A
bully at school. He is very fat and very stupid. He spends most of
his time getting detention and shaking down kids for their lunch
money.
Lines:
“Well
look who we have here,” Felix said, spotting Elliot. “What are
you doing here, dorkenstein? Shouldn't you be out playing with your
dolls or something?”
“Lighten
up, babe,” said Felix, a stupid grin on his face. “Rules were
meant to be broken.”
“Shut
up, Lardo,” Elliot said. “You are such an idiot.”
“Why
don't you make me,” Felix said, walking right up to Elliot.
“You're
not worth it,” said Elliot nonchalantly.
“Just
stop, Felix,” said Shawna. “What are you trying to prove.”
“I'm
proving that dorkenstein here is a coward. He's too afraid to fight
me.”
“I
just told you, idiot,” Elliot said, getting angry, “you're not
worth fighting.”
“You're
just a coward,” Felix smirked. “Why don't you go home and cry to
your mommy? Oh that's right, you can't.” Felix cackled in glee.
Ad
Lib: Think of a bunch of insults to throw Elliot's way or think of
something bad to say about the teachers in the school (or the school
itself)
Victor
Kain
The
history teacher at the school. He is something of a recluse. He only
appears when he has classes to teach and spends most of his time in
his study. When teaching, he spends most of his time connecting
random historic events to one another.
Lines:
“What
is it,” Haney snapped.
“I
need a word with you,” said Kain, “privately.”
“Can't
this wait, Victor. I'm in the middle of-”
“No,
Harold,” Kain interrupted. “This is urgent.”
“Fine,”
Haney sighed. “I'll give you five minutes. Not a second more.” He
turned and faced us. “If anything happens while I'm gone, I'll give
you a punishment so horrible you'll wish you were expelled.”
“What
is it, Victor,” Haney snapped. “You interrupted my detention.”
“Harold,”
said Kain, gazing at Haney with questioning eyes. “What are you
planning?”
“What
the devil are you talking about,” said Haney, even more angrily.
“You
know exactly what I'm talking about, Harold,” Kain said slowly. “I
know your secret. Now, tell me what it is you're planning.”
“You're
trying my patience, Victor. I have not the slightest idea what you're
prattling on about.”
“Stop
playing dumb, Harold-”
Ad
Lib: Say some random connections you can think of between historic
events. For example: Hitler and the Trojan war.
Principle
Bob Marlin:
The
principle of Elliot's school. He seems to be the only worthwhile
faculty member of the school. He cares about his students very much
and does everything he can to protect them. He sees the faults in the
bad students but wants to make them better. He treats his students as
family and treats his teachers as pets, to be watched closely.
Lines:
“Harold,”
said Marlin, who looked very puzzled, “this is a teenager we're
talking about. I find it hard to believe that he would set up such an
elaborate plan-”
“Bob-”
“Let
me finish, Harold,” said Marlin, still chewing on the cigar. “As
I was saying, I doubt Elliot would set up such an elaborate plan
because of a grudge. Personally, I blame the school's circuitry. This
isn't the first time a light bulb has randomly exploded. I've been
telling the school board that we need to rewire the circuits but
everyone just wants new books.”
“Harold,
I've dealt with Felix before. He's not bright. He picks a fight with
everyone he meets. I'm not going to punish Elliot just because he
gave Felix what he deserved. Felix will live. However, I don't want
you to make a habit of fighting, Elliot. I'll give you a warning this
time. Next time I won't be so lenient.”
Ad
Lib: Say something about the horrible state of the school.
Zenith:
One
of the central villains of the story. He is shrouded in mystery but
he has some connection to Elliot and his family. Very calm and
collected. He doesn't raise his voice because he doesn't need to. He
is just that intimidating.
Lines:
Seitzer:
“Lord Zenith, the boy has revealed his location.”
Zenith
“Excellent.
It is time to make our move. Go, Seitzer. You know what to do.”
Seitzer:
“Yes,
Lord Zenith. Elliot Davis is as good as dead.”
Ad
Lib: Say a few orders to your subordinates. Make sure to be
intimidating without being angry. Evil without need to be overkill.
Seitzer
Orion:
Zenith's
arms and legs. He does most of the killing, torturing, and side jobs
that Zenith needs him to do. He enjoys every moment of it, always
grinning. He isn't maniacal like the joker but he's quite a sadist.
He controls the power of fire and uses it without hesitation.
Lines:
Seitzer:
“Lord Zenith, the boy has revealed his location.”
Zenith
“Excellent.
It is time to make our move. Go, Seitzer. You know what to do.”
Seitzer:
“Yes,
Lord Zenith. Elliot Davis is as good as dead.”
Thoughts:
So this is the ‘chosen one’. He's a pretty lucky guy. I'd thought
the Falke would kill him for sure. It doesn't matter, though. He'll
be dead soon.
“There's
no way he can survive that. Fire consumes all. Nothing survives its
sweet embrace. Time to report this to Lord Zenith.”
Ad
Lib: Say something completely completely messed up to do with fire.
Korrina
Vallin:
A
young woman who helps out Elliot when he is attacked by Seitzer. She
is a plump woman who is very Irish and has a temper to match. She is
out to protect Elliot but she won't hesitate to berate him for
stupidity. She is a technopath, meaning she can change her weapon
around at will to match her fighting style. Don't mess with her in a
fight.
Lines:
“Oy,
ugly. Do you really think you can take on a girl like me. Heh. In
your dreams.”
“What
the hell were you thinkin' Elliot. These guys aren't fuckin' messin'
around. Next time you want to play the hero, shut up and let us
protect you.”
Ad
Lib: Get mad and say something about Elliot or Seitzer.
Unveil The Shadow: Audition Sheet 1
Character Audition Lines:
Elliot Davis:
An average teenage boy in high school.
He hates his teachers and the bullies at his school and spends most
of his time with his best friend Will. He may look ordinary but that
is far from the truth. He holds a secret deep inside him. He lives
with his grandparents because of the car crash that claimed his
parents lives 4 years ago. He is a bit of a hothead and has a knack
for getting into trouble.
Lines:
“Well,”
Elliot laughed, “maybe you should pay attention in class instead of
flirting with the ladies all day.”
“You’re
one to talk,” said Will.
“What
are you on about,” asked Elliot, confused.
“Shawna.
You’ve been staring at her for the last five minutes, man.”
“No
I haven’t,” Elliot said, hastily looking away from Shawna.
“Man,
you’re totally into her,” said Will, a huge grin plastered across
his face. “C’mon, ask her out. What do you have to lose?”
“My
pride. Will, what if she says no?”
“What
if she says yes? Trust me man, you’ll never know unless you ask.
Just think about it.”
“You
piece of shit,” Elliot said, anger rising within him like a
wildfire.
Above
him, the lights began to flicker on and off.
“How
can you treat people this way? Do you only care about your stupid
subject?”
“Dude,”
Will whispered, “what are you doing? Haney gets nasty when he’s
mad.”
Elliot
was too angry to care.
“Well,
well,” Haney sneered. “Lazy, vulgar, and insubordinate.
I would expect nothing less from a Davis. Something simply must be
done about that temper of yours. What do you think I should do,
Mister Davis?”
“You
could bore me to death,” Elliot said through clenched teeth. “That
would teach me a lesson.”
Ad
lib: Come up with something on the spot. Either create a monologue
about how much you hate your teachers or talk about the strange
dreams you keep having about the car crash. Above all, just be
yourself and be natural.
Narrator:
Has
to be able to read paragraphs of text easily. Obviously, there will
be editing but I prefer people who can read paragraphs, make them
sound natural, and get across the weight of the events happening
onscreen. Could be anime narration style, movie narration style, or
just your own style.
Lines:
Mr.
Haney was their math teacher. There was something about Haney that
didn’t seem quite right to Elliot. Maybe it was his crooked nose,
that looked as if had been broken many times before, or maybe it was
his greasy gray hair, but there was definitely something odd about
Haney.
Haney
was thin; almost unhealthily so. He looked so frail that a slight
breeze could blow him over. However, looks can be deceiving, and it
would be a mistake to think of Haney as weak. There must have been
pure evil embedded in his skin because, despite all logic, Haney was
the strongest and meanest teacher at James Woods. You didn't want to
get on Haney's bad side.
Run,
Elliot. Quickly!
Isak’s
words echoed in Elliot’s head as he sprinted as fast as he could
through the dense forest. The sounds of footsteps and heavy breathing
were drawing nearer and nearer. A stitch was beginning to form in his
side. His breath came in sharp gasps. Elliot couldn’t keep this up
for much longer: it was going to catch him.
He
stopped and turned, gasping for breath, and stared at his pursuer. He
had reached the end of the line; he could run no longer. It charged
at him, sword drawn. Clutching his side, he tried to retreat, backing
up as fast as he could. However, in his haste to escape, he tripped
over a root that protruded from the ground.
I’m
gonna die.
He
looked up at that beast, into those cold, merciless eyes. It stood
over him. Its arms, which were of differing lengths, were each
attached, close to the shoulder, with what looked like stitches. Its
right arm- the longer one- clutched a rapier. Extremely pale, the arm
glowed in the dim light of the forest. Its left arm, a dark brown
color, hung limply at its side. Both of its legs were attached in the
same fashion.
Where
its face should have been, different skins and facial features had
been stitched together, forming a sort of mask. Its tongue extended
from its mouth, stained red with blood, convulsing rapidly. Both of
its eyes rolled madly inside their sockets, bereft of humanity.
Elliot
quivered as he peered down the long thin blade of the rapier cast
toward him. There was blood on the weapon: Dark, red blood,
dripping, glistening on the end of the blade.
Will
Masse:
Elliot's
best friend and the voice of reason. He is always there to lend a
helping hand and steer Elliot in the right direction. He is calm,
laid back, and relaxed. He's not the brightest person but he makes up
for it with heart.
Lines:
“Tell
me about it?” Will said. “Isn’t he the worst teacher ever?”
“Totally,”
Elliot said, “Lee sneezed during one of Haney’s tests and the
scrooge gave him a zero. What’s his deal, dude?”
“Not
sure man but I hope he takes a chill pill before midterms. My ‘rents
will have a cow if my grades don’t pick up.”
Well,”
Elliot laughed, “maybe you should pay attention in class instead of
flirting with the ladies all day.”
“You’re
one to talk,” said Will.
“What
are you on about,” asked Elliot, confused.
“Shawna.
You’ve been staring at her for the last five minutes, man.”
“No
I haven’t,” Elliot said, hastily looking away from Shawna.
“Man,
you’re totally into her,” said Will, a huge grin plastered across
his face. “C’mon, ask her out. What do you have to lose?”
“My
pride. Will, what if she says no?”
“What
if she says yes? Trust me man, you’ll never know unless you ask.
Just think about it.”
Ad
Lib: Say something supportive to your best friend. Try to be calm and
relaxed. Above all, just be yourself.
Nana:
Elliot's
Grandmother. This is a small roll but very important. She is the
major supporting figure in Elliot's life. She is firm but is always
there to support Elliot. She is both a friend and a mother figure to
Elliot. Above all else, I don't want her to sound old. She's around
75 but I don't want her to be out of touch or senile. She she behave
like a mother, not an old lady.
Lines:
“Elliot
Davis! If you don’t wake up right now, you’ll be late for
school.”
The
sharp tone of his grandmother cut through the nightmare he had been
having.
“Ugh,”
Elliot groaned. “Five more minutes Nana.”
“You
said that five minutes ago. Get up now or I’m sending Big D in
here.”
“I’m
up, I’m up,” Elliot said groggily, sitting up in his bed. “I’ll
be down in ten minutes.”
“You
better be,” his grandmother said as she opened the door to his
bedroom. “Ten minutes. That’s all the time I’m giving you.”
She walked through the door and closed it behind her.
Ad
lib: Imagine that you just heard Elliot got into another fight at
school. Speak for a few minutes about how worries you are but at how
much trouble Elliot will be in when he gets home.
Mr.
Haney:
Elliot's
math teacher. He is cruel, he is sinister and he doesn't give a shit.
Well, at least on the surface. I need someone who is able to pull off
a Snape level of sinister. He may seem evil but there is a lot more
to him than that. He also has his secrets and much of this is just an
act, so I need someone who can pull off tender and cruel scenes.
Lines:
“Yes,”
said a cold drawl behind them, “very impressive, Mister Davis.
Quite lifelike,
in fact.”
Everyone
at the table jumped. Haney was looming right behind them, smirking
vindictively.
“You
are quite the entertainer today,” Haney continued. “I've grown
quite attached to this humor of yours, Mister Davis. In fact, I think
one night of detention isn't enough to fully appreciate those jokes
of yours. I guess you'll just have to come in on Saturday as well.
Don't be late, Mister Davis.”
Haney
sauntered off to the teacher’s table, cackling maniacally. As soon
as Haney was out of earshot, Elliot shouted in indignation.
“Mister
Davis,” said Haney, even more coldly, “you seem to be under the
impression that I care about your well-being. Personally, I couldn't
care less if you get sleep at all. You will do your homework and be
attentive during class or you will fail. Is that understood?”
Haney
grinned malevolently.
Ad
Lib: Make up your own sinister monologue for Haney. At the end
however, switch over to a tender moment or a private memory that you
think Haney would have.
Deanne
Collins:
Another
friend of Elliot's. She doesn't talk much but when she does she says
what's on her mind. This is another very minor roll.
Lines:
“I
know. I couldn’t even follow Kain’s history lecture,” said
Deanne. “I mean, what the hell does Hitler have to do with the War
On Terror? If you ask me, he’s making all that crap up.”
Ad
Lib: Make up your own monologue discussing the amount of homework you
have or the crazy teachers in the school.
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