Characters in BLACK are needed.
Characters in RED are most needed.

This is NOT a total list yet!

"Gaia" and "Jessica" approves auditions.

Approved Auditions List
LEO - QUEEN - THEELDEST
SUSAN MAYER - DESPERATE - SHYSTARWBERRY
THE SEER - DIFFERENT REALITY - KATIE04
SOMMERFIELD - BLADE 3 - JENNIFER
KENICKIE - GREASE - COLOZSUS
CORDELIA - IWRY - CHAEYAHNE
CORDELIA - ANGELUS - CHAEYAHNE
LEROY GIBBS - NCIS - SHYSTARWBERRY
DAWN - FUTURE - SHADOWS2008
KAREN - OTH - TUTORGIRL
MIMI LOCKHART - DAYS - TUTORGIRL
MAUGRIM - NARNIA - LIANNA
MICHAEL - PRINCESS - COMMADORE STARX
SAILOR FIRE - SAILOR MOON - SAILOR SUPER STAR
SAM - SUPERNATURAL - SHADOWS2008
LIONEL - SMALLVILLE - KATIE04
CHLOE - SMALLVILLE - KATIE04
MOLLY - THE FIRST - AMERICANGRL69
STORM - X-MEN EVO - KATIE04
CYCLOPS - X-MEN EVO - TRANSPORTER
MORDRED - ARTHUR - SHALLOT
CHARLIE PACE - LOST - SHALLOT
NATHANIEL - LKH'S ABVH - NURIKO
LORELAI - GGIRLS - LORELAI MERCEDES
MONICA - FRIENDS - HAYDEN'S ANGEL
FOX MULDER - XFILES - LAOTZU

Sailor Moon - Children of Senshi

• Sailor Moon / Serena / Luna
• Tuxedo Mask / Darien
  
• Sailor Lightening / Scorn
• Sailor Venus / Mina / Artemis
  
• Sailor Love / Joy
• Sailor Mercury / Amy
• Sailor Uranus / Amara
• Sailor Neptune / Michelle
  
• Sailor Cross / Splash
• Sailor Pluto / Trista
  
• Sailor Time / Torra

Supernatural - Above and Beyond

• Hailey Collins
• Drew Miller
• Ben Collins
• Elijah Curtis

The Phantom Of The Opera

• Raoul Vicomte de Chagny
• Carlotta

Salem Witch Trials

• Made-Up Religious
• Made-Up Innocents
• Made-Up Evil Witches

Love Actually

• Billy Mack
• Joe
• Jamie Bennett
• Mia
• Daniel
• John
• Peter
• Sarah
• Karen
• Karl
• Joanna
• Sam

Friends - 5 Years In The Future

• Ross
• Mike
• Carol
• Susan
• Emma
• Jack
• Erica
• Chris

Xena - Queen Of The Amazons

• Hercules
• Yakut
• Velasca
• Iolaus

The Chronicles Of Riddick

• Eve Logan
• Lord Marshal
• Vaako
• Aereon

Stargate SG-1 - Ori

• Teal'c
• Major General Hank Landry

Walk The Line

• Elvis Presley
• Jerry Lee Lewis
• Sam Phillips
• Luther Perkins
• Vivian Cash
• Ray Cash
• Marshall Grant
• Carrie Cash
• Waylon Jennings
• Maybelle Carter
• Ezra Carter

Hellyboy

• Hellboy
• Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm
• Liz Sherman
• John Myers
• Grigori Rasputin
• Tom Manning
• Abe Sapien
• Sammael
• Karl Ruprecht Kroenen
• Ilsa

The Sopranos

• Tony Soprano
• Dr. Jennifer Melfi
  
• Carmela Soprano
• Christopher Moltisanti
• Corrado 'Junior' Soprano
  
• Silvio Dante
• Paulie 'Walnuts' Gualtieri
• Anthony 'A.J.' Soprano, Jr.
• Adriana La Cerva
• Janice Soprano
• Furio Giunta
• Artie Bucco
• Charmaine Bucco
• Livia Soprano

I Know What You Did Last Summer

• Ray Bronson
• Helen Shivers
• Barry Cox
• Karla Wilson
• Tyrell
• Will Benson
• Ben Willis

Urban Legend

• Brenda Bates
• Paul Gardener
• Sasha Thomas
• Damon Brooks
• Parker Riley
• Reese Wilson
• Professor Wexler
• Dean Adams

Dirty Dancing

• Johnny Castle
• Jake Houseman
  
• Penny Johnson
• Max Kellerman
• Lisa Houseman
• Majorie Houseman

Wrong Turn

• Scott
• Three Finger
• Saw-Tooth
• One-Eye

The Faculty

• Stokely Mitchell
• Zeke Tyler
• Stan Rosado
• Nurse Harper
• Miss Burke
• Mrs. Olson
• Principal Drake
• Coach Willis
• Professor Furlong

Seredipity

• Jonathan Trager
• Dean Kansky
• Eve
• Halley Buchanan
• Lars Hammond

Bones

• Dr. Daniel Goodman

Scream

• Tatum Riley
• Stu Macher
  
• Randy Meeks
• Cotton Weary

Mutant X - Dangerous Grounds

• Jesse
• Lexa
• Brennan
• Made-Up Mutants

Mutant X - End Game

• Brennan
• Jesse
• Christina
• Made-Up Mutants

Hellboy take 2


Hellboy had lived his life in what he knew as home yet some would think of it as a prison. He also never got mail seeing how he wasn't even suppose to be on earth, except for one surprising day when he got a big package, infarct it was a "human" child or at lest she seemed human, of about one year old. He took her in as his daughter and took care of her. He also had lots of cats that took right to her. It was a two days when he noticed that she was growing at an alarming rate. He hadn't even given her a name yet! but even with his new "family" Hellboy still went off saving the world from some mythical doom that was very real to him, with Abe and Liz by his side..and Myers too. He was a hero at lest to them and his father who he loved dearly.
Myers walked into Hellboy’s room for the 5th time in an hour.

"What is it his time Myers."

Hellboy said while entertaining his daughter

"well your father has asked to see you. He said something about being a parent."

Myers tried to say still uneasy with the sanded horns yet he had gotten over most of it.

"What do you thing of.....Callie or Cameron."

"what?"

Myers asked puzzled.

"A name stupid, for the girl."

Hellboy smiled at her bouncing her up and down. Her face engulfed in a big smile.

"umm well Cameron is nice."

Myers studdered.

"I thought as much...Can you watch the kid for a while I go talk to father?"

Myers nodded as Hellboy extend the hand of doom (right hand) to hand the newly named Cameron to him. Hellboy then stood up and left the room. He hadn't talked with father for a while due to the new bundle for joy that was literally found on his door step....

HP: SAVING THE PAST

James:

James stared at Harry, looking like he was staring at a clone of himself, " Who are you?" he asked curiously.
" My name's Harry Potter... " He replied, he was about to continue when James cut him off.
" Whoa, whoa whoa... wait a minute, I'm the only Potter in this school, is this some kind of joke?" James said, setting his jaw.
" Listen, I know this is going to sound crazy but..." Harry said, he explained the whole situation to his father, once he was done he leaned against the wall and waited for someone to say something.
James stood there, staring at Harry with his mouth partly opened, " So, you're mine and Lily's son from the future.... and Voldemort...whatever his name is... is planning on killing Lily and I sometime soon, and if he suceeds, you'll never be born?" James said, he ran a hand through his already messy hair.
" Yeah..." Harry said.
" And why should I believe you? I mean, how do I know your telling the truth?" James asked studying Harry closely.
Harry groaned, he ran a hand through his hair and roughly over his face in aggreviation.
James waited somewhat patiently for his reply.

Molly for The First

Molly laid in her sleeping bag, on the floor in the living room. She sighed. She'd just recently found out she was a slayer and now she was supposed to fight in this big battle. Well I won't run like Annabel did. Molly thought to herself. She looked around the room at the other's like her, all asleep on the floor.

At least I'm not alone. Molly thought. She knew she should get some sleep. They had a big day tomorrow. Buffy and Faith were going to start really training them. Somehow though she just couldn't seem to sleep. Too anxious or too excited or something. Molly thought. She climbed out of her sleeping bag. She needed something to eat. She quietly crept out of the living room careful not to step on someone or wake anyone up.

Molly walked into the kitchen and went straight for the cabinet. She opened it and looked inside. "Ooh cookies." Molly said to herself. She grabbed the box of cookies out of the cabinet, brought them over to the island in the middle of the kitchen, sat down and starting eating.

Mutant X
Making up a character--Lara Carter
Name: Lara Carter
Age: 17
Looks: Kelly Hu, as posted user posted picture
Parents: Lena Simms-Carter and Lar Carter
Siblings: Marjan Carter
How Many Fights Do You Get In A Day? In first through fifth grade Lara got in at least two fights a day. She always won. In middle school, she was taken more seriously and her two fights a day were reduced to about one fight every two days. In high school, however, she is meeting tough people who get in her way and now she fights about three times a day.
Fighting Experience: Lara was trained by various people in martial arts. She is swift and stealthy, especially with the Samurai sword. Her aim with a gun never comes more accurate. Now a young woman at 17, she still has not outgrown fighting and has not joined the ranks of the bullies. She is a lone fighter.
Personality: Lara is fierce and fearless. She can get in a fight with anybody, even an ally. She's never lost a fight, but is known to steer clear of the funnyboy geeks. They bore her greatly and soon she leaves them for someone else. She is forceful and persevering and will do anything to get what she wants.
History: Lena Simms, her mother, was a gun assassin. Her father was the same. They were hired to kill each other one day and they soon did. They died in each others arms after shooting each other at the same time. Lara was eleven years old then and she vowed to become of the ranks of her parents. She ran away from her family home to roam the streets as a renegade orphan. She was not found to be adopted or taken to the Children's Home. The people on the streets were too afraid of her. She roamed the USA to find people who could train her.

Finally, at age twelve, she was taken to a middle school. At age 16, she was taken away and taken to Grace Academy. For the past year she has not spoken more than two syllables to anybody. Except for the teachers...

Egh, sorry. Never mind.

Buffy-Future Buffy
Character: Dawn

Dawn strached slowly in the early morning sun then fell off of the bus seat to the floor. "Ow..." she whispered then rubbed her head, hoping she didn't wake anyone up. Glad she hadn't she slowly walked from the back of the school bus to the frount quietly. She took one last look at the sleeping bodies then sliped out of the bus to take a walk.

First she walked around the bus to streach a bit. She was said Sunnydale was gone, but at least she was alive. She was also very sad that Spike was gone, but knew her older sister was sader. She listened to Buffy cry herself to sleep the night before, for SPike and all the people that had died. She also saw the heartbreak Zander was in from losing Anay, but she knew they would all get over it.

Soon she was walking into the desert, she was glad it wasn't too hot. She walked about a mile then headed back keeping the bus in site. She knew many of the potental slayer were either hurt or dead and knew there would be lots of morning for the dead people. She would be surprised if they held a survise for them later that day. She smiled as she walked back onto the bus, glad everone was still sleeping.

Sam from Supernatural

Sam wakes up from a bad dream sweating badly. "Dean?" he asked then looked at the bed his brother was suposed to be. He wasn't there, "Dean?" he asked again now standing up. He walked to the bathroom, no luck, "damn it Dean!" he muttered. He went back to Deans bed looking for a note, which he couldn't find.

Quickly he got dressed, then ran outside. He looked for Deans car, and saw it, maybe he just went for a walk. "Dean!" Sam yelled walking around the hotel. He walked to the check in desk and asked the girl if he had seen his brother, no luck there either. Quickly he ran to the room, hoping Dean was there, he was.

"Where have you been?" he asked him, he didn't answer, "that wasn't funny, you scared me. Next time leave a note," he told him all he got was a nod. Sam started packing up again nowing they would have to hunt today. "Who we got today?" he asked Dean, who wouldn't talk to him

OOC
This is an audition for Grace Academy

BIC

Name Fiernza Marx
Age (16-19) 18
Looks:
Parents Sirene Moduka and Mikel Marx
Siblings No siblings. Had two brothers, but they were killed in a firefight.
How Many Fights Do You Get In A Day? at least 5
Fighting Experience Black belt in Tae Kwon Do, skilled with a crossbow, trained with many different guns.
Personality Firery anguish mixed with teenage angst in overdrive.
History Fiernza is the epitome of the troubled teen. Both of her parents are in the Russian mafia, but never wanted their daughter to become involved in the world of organized crime. What they don't know is the firefight that killed her brothers was supposed to have killed her. She was supposed to help get people from an illegal party. The Russian government hired her as an assasin when she was 15. Her parents know nothing about it. All that they know is that she's been kicked out of 7 different schools. They have done everything to get through to her, but she enjoys her job for the government.
Other Fiernza, although the troubled teenager, loves to write poetry. She has a special notebook that she carries around with her everywhere. If anyone were to find it, life as Fiernza knows it would be over. It contains not only poetry, but extensive subconcious information that not even she understands.

Audition for Sorina Krum, Harry Potter Kids


Sorina woke up to songs coming for the birds outside her window. Sorina looked at her watch and regretfull rolled out of bed to get dressed. Sorina dressed in one of comfy home outfits before heading for the kitchen and breakfast. On her way down she stopped to see if her brother Chiro was awake.
Sorina knocked gently on his door and then entered the room after hearing a come on in answer. Sorina walked in and saw her brother sitting on his bed with headphones and a book infront of him. Sorina walked to his window and pulled away his curtains to let light in and then turned to her brother saying

"Good morning, bro! Its a wonderful day outside do you want to go for a broom ride after breakfast?"

Chiro looked at her wonderingly before taking off his headphones asking
"Huh what did you say? I didn't hear you?" Sorina studied her brother and then said "Its not that surprising with the volume you listened to a lightning could strike just outside your room and you wouldn't hear it."

Chiro gave her a small smile and said "I am not that deaf i heard something about a broom ride and breakfast." Sorina looked at him and said changing the subject "Dad is coming home tomorrow did you know that?" Chiros face brightened up and said "How long is he here for?" Sorina didn't want her brother to get his hopes up so she said "Only till the end of the month."

Dawn: Life after Death)
Name: Dawn Summers
Age: 17something
It was a dark and dreary day and Dawn was just about to walk out of the house when suddenly it felt like she was being dragged back into the house by an unknown force. "What the...?" she thought and tried again to move. This time she succseeded to leave, but somehow her spirit remained in the house

thank you for the worm wellcome here's my char listt.
on the made ups a +menas my chars i'm playing
hellboy=hellboy
a nightmare on elm street new gen=made up +deloy wininger aka acid
friday the 13th=made up +bret jhones aka trip




HELLBOY
HELLBOY=
He stude there walking around the bar facing the demon as he walked strait for him.He light up hiss cigare and grined.''ok pal no more free drinks for you.''he said to the demon dog as the demon dog spong it's tail right at him.H seen the tounge come flying at him as he looked surpised.''ohhh no you don't.''he said as he threw his right arm infront of his face.the tounge wrapped around it as he trew the demon dog left right into the pinball machine.the demon fell right on it as lights and sounds filled the corner of were the pnball nachine was.He walks up to it and seen that the demon dog wasn't going to get up.He pulled out his gun then grinned.''got to make shure you don't get back up.''he pulls the trigger and the bullet goes flying right into the demon dog's head as it explodes.H turns and strats to walk away.Taking hit off his cigare.''it's mind over mater pal.I don't mind.and you shure don't mater.''he tells the dead demon.


A NIGHTMARE ON ELM ST NEW GENERATION[FONT=Courier][COLOR=red]
MADE UP=DELOY WININGER AKA ACID
He ste there play his playstaion two as he looks at the clock.''two in the morning.dam I've gota get some sleep dude.''he tells his drunk buddy.His buddy just set there as he looks at him''it must be that forty cause i got to drain the lizard dude i'll be back.''as his buddy walked away he tought abut pot head.he cought belive he never showed up for class yraterday.then today his parents found his dead.he couldn't belive they found his body with no head.just then he saw his buddy walking in the room with his eyes shut.''hey nigga what the hell dam dog.''he pionts to him and starts to laugh.''you can't handle your weed or your beer can you?''he holds a fourty onch of miller genuine draft liquire .''want some more wuss boy>''just then his buddy's gut rip open as his buddy goe's flying into the tv screen .glass shatters as he stsarts to scream.''what the fu........?''

FRIDAY THE 13 TH[COLOR=red][FONT=Courier]
MADE UP CHAR = TRIP
He stud there smoking a joint he rolled uo feeling the cool air brezzing thre his dreds.as he turns up his radio and lays it down on the dock.he un zipps his pants and takes a piss.''ohhhh hell ya baby daddy likes that.''just then he hears some thing he turns as he's zipping up his pants.he see some guy dressed up wearing a hocky mask.''hey nigga isn't it a little late for halloween.''he see's the guy walk closer to him.''you ge i wounld come near me if i were youy.''he nothices the mashatie.''he play it's the summer homeboy not halloween dumbass.''he see's the guy takes a step closer.''allright stop right there.''the gut dosen't.''i said stop.''he see's that he dosen't.''all right mutha fucka you asked for this.''he pulls out his nine mill clock and pulls the trigger about five time.''ya bitch you an't killing any one today.''the guy just look at the bullet holes then looked back at him crackling his kneck.he pulled the trigger but nothing.''shit you are the real deal.''he drops his gun and his joint and heads strait for jasson.''all right jasson you masked freek i'm going to beat hte living fuck out of you homboy.''he doubles up his fist's and stands right in front off him.''all right you want this kill drop the wepon and le6ts get fucked up,cause i an't dieing with out a motha fukn fight.''he see jason drop his wepon and looks at trip.''well i see you an't a dumb mutha after all are ya jason.''he swings at jasson only to hit his mask.''dam dude htat shit sucked.''he did a round house kick at jassons mask knocking it off.''hell ya now you have nothing do ya bitch ha ha!''he swing at jason a couple up times the uper cuts jasson right in the chin knocking him down.but what trip didn't know was jasson was near his machatie.he stud over jasson.''hell ya bitch take like a man.''just then jasson swang the mchatie right in trips croch.as trip fell to the ground.jasson cut off his head.
for right now these are the only the only one's i want to play,but can i additon for some more later???

Made Up Demon for Queen of the Underworld

Name: Kaelyn
Age: 16
Being: Demon
Alliance: Evil
Transportation: Shimmering
Powers: Fireballs, Engeryballs, Conjuring
Looks:
Personality: She pretty much keeps to herself. She doesn't take crap from anyone. She doesn't care what others think of her.
History: She lost her parents to a good witch when she was 6. She's vowed vengence on the witch that did it. Though she has no idea who actually did it. She has many alliances with different evil beings. She often uses them in her quest for vengence. She hates the Charmed Ones much like all demons but she hates Cole and Phoebe even more. She's never been on the Sources' good side. He always thought of her was reckless but she never really cared what he thought. She'd usually just mouth off to him when he'd lecture her on it.

Audition Post

Kaelyn walked into one of the many abandoned caves within the underworld. She kicked at the ground. She'd just seen the new Source and his bride. "How can the Source be so stupid to take a Charmed One as his bride?" Kaelyn wondered out loud. Evil wasn't supposed to love. Though from what she'd just witnessed it seemed as thought the new Source loved his bride. She just shook her head. The Source didn't love, wasn't supposed. She just didn't get it.

Kaelyn sighed. She slide down the side of the cave wall, bent her knees, and sat on the dirty ground. She'd never loved anyone unless you considered the feels she had towards her parents love. She didn't know if that's what it was. She did know that she hated the witch that took them away from her. Kaelynn hated her so much she was the only witch she really wanted dead. She wanted her dead by her hand though no one else's. "I need to get out of here." Kaelyn said. She stood up and shimmered out of the cave.

AUDITION FOR ANGEL IN ANGEL - PYLEA

Angel

Angel was being torn every which way since he arived at Pylea. The balance in his life was anything but balanced. He sat down on a rock Fred had in her cave. He looked at his reflection in the small hole in the ground that had water in it. He then began to think about how everything here was changing him, for better and for worse.

He began to think about the good, the reflection, the traveling in the sun and also being treated as a hero for all of the good he had done by the humans in Pylea. He smiled at the thought until his mind drifted onto the down side of his exsistance in Pylea. Unlike before on Earth, he was more of a threat to their way of life. There was more dangers here and also the one thing that he was frightened of more then anything else, the beast that now resides in him. He changed back fromthis beast form not too long ago, but the feeling he had while he was in this form was still there. It had been ages since he feared the beast inside. But he wasn't going to let that stop him from doing what needed to be done.

Harry Potter - Kids of HP = Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin

A tiny sliver of light peeked from beneif the curtain. without warning the curtian suddundly snaped opened. The light exploded into the room. Tonks moaned softly as she rolled over to meet the back of Remus's head. She smiled lazly as her mind told her to grab a handful of his long locks and briad it, but her arms would not respound.

Tonks closed her eyes again praying for more sleep. She had been up most of the night patorling Hogmeads and the ground of Hogwarts. She was nearly asleep again when she heard the rapping of a small owl at the window.

"All right all right I'm coming."

she reached for her night robe on the bed post, drapped it over her shoulders, and put her slippers on. She opened the window just wide enough for the owl to get in. but it didn't help, a cold blast of air followed the fowl in. Tonks shruddered, pulling her robe tighter around her neck. she untied the letter from the owls leg and read the contents. "Get to heaquaters now. Moody"

"Old coot."

Tonks quickly got dressed and made the short trek to hogmead.

I have a question about characters. Dr. Romano isn't listed as a character for ER, but could his character be added?

Anyway...

Detective Jim Brass from CSI:

Jim Brass, a cop his entire life, looked up from his notepad to see the trademark Escalade pull out. As the door opened, he saw Gil Grissom, the top CSI in Las Vegas, yet sometimes the hardest to work with, exit through the driver's side door. Sara Sidle, a CSI 3 emerged from the passenger side. They approached him with their shiny CSI boxes, filled with all the tools they'd need to collect evidence from the crime scene. And boy, was there a lot of evidence. Not since his days back in Jersey had Brass seen such a crime.

"What do we have?" Grissom asked Brass, peering over his shoulder at the taped off area.

"I'm working on getting these people cleared out right now," he told him. "This is a big one. Mother, father, and two sons, all dead. Paramedics didn't see anything, and neither did the neighbors."

Gil nodded as he walked towards the crime scene.

Brass looked around at the circle of flashing lights from the police cars surrounding him. He'd been on the job for what, 15, 20 years? He never got used to this site. The dead bodies, the blood, the horror you could see in the eyes of the witnesses. At times, however, he was glad that he worked homicide. All his victims were dead. He didn't have to gaze into the eyes of the victims like had when he was in Jersey. He didn't have to deal with that pain.

Sighing, he made his way towards the area surrounded by the police tape. He was Jim Brass. And no murderer would walk as long as he was on the job.

I hope I did this right...

ETA: For Lord of the Rings, certain things are listed as "After the War," "During the War," etc. Which war are you talking about? There have been many wars in Middle Earth.

I would like to audition for PRUE in CHARMED- SISTERS FOUR

As Prue was walking up to the attic, she kept wondering what on earth her Grams and Mother wanted to talk to her about. As she opens the attic door, she sees her sisters Phoebe and Piper standing by the Book of Shawdows. "What's up guys?" she asks them. Just as Phoebe was about to answer, the attic door swings open and in walks a red haired, young girl. "Duck" screams Piper as she raises her hand to freeze the girl.

Just as Prue turns towards the girl, Grams and their Mother appear. "No don't hurt her. She is your sister." Prue can't believe her ears, or eyes for that matter! "Who is this girl and why are guys saying that she is our sister." yells Prue. The overwhelming joy of seeing her Mother is quickly overcome with anger, bewilderment, denial and then hurt. But she will never allow them to see her pain.

This is my first audition....thanks for all of your help!

I would like to audition for SALEM WITCH TRIALS

I placed this on the RPG's board as well.



NAME: Brighid Moore

AGE: 27

AFFILIATION: Witch--born good but finding the side of dark magic appealing.

LOOKS: Her long wavy light blonde hair almost seems transparent in the sunlight. Her big blue eyes look like pools of water when you gaze into them. Her ivory complexion is envied by all. She looks so innocent...yet if they only knew!

PERSONALITY: Brighid can be very manipulative, especially with men. She is extremely vain, yet has a low self-esteem. Being intelligent has got her far in life. Brighid is a loner, except for her animals and flowers.

HISTORY: Brighid was born and raised in Salem. She comes from a long line of witches, good witches. She has always practiced the craft with her family. However, the Small Pox took her mother, father and sister, leaving only her brother Taliesin. Brighid has had to quit school and has no social life due to the fact of raising her brother.

As a result to the harsh life which she has had to live, Brighid has began to dabble with the darker side of witchcraft. However, her brother has made a vow to protect her.

Audition for X-files thread, Fox Mulder

He had fallen asleep at his desk, again. He rubed his eyes as he leaned back in his squicking chair. Fox then yawned without covering his mouth as he checked the time on his left wrist....2:17 am...The cleaning people have already come and gone. He thought to himself as he stood up and streched out his arms. Fox then walked around the desk. and grabed his coat, as he turned he notice that he had a message on his phone. He contemplated checking it now or later. Fox looked a back at the time on his wrist....2:19 am....

Fox decided to leave it for later, as he taped his pockets to make sure that he had his keys and wallet. He then put his coat on as he looked one more time around the small office of the 'X-Files'. He saw Scully's desk, clean as usual. His desk was lacking in cleanness and organization. He took a few steps toward the door and grabed the door knob and closed the door behind him. He did not lock it, no use in the basement when few came down there in the first place. His steps echoed off the small hall from his door to the door of the elevator. The hall also had other maitence and pipes and things of that nature. Fox pushed the 'up' button to call the evelator. It opened. He entered. It closed.


I hope this works for my first audition....

Monica Friends RPG

Monica walked into her New York apartment. It was perfectly clean and nothing was out of place. Monica smiled and she set her keys on the counter in the dish. She walked toward the fridge and pulled it open trying to decide what to cook for her and Chandler.

"We had chicken yesterday, we are having turkey tomorrow." She said as she moved things out of the way. She finally decided on spaghetti. She opened the package just as Chandler walked in. She smiled, waved, and ran over to kiss him.

"Spaghetti for dinner, go shower and it will be done." She said waving her knife in the air casually. Monica cooked as she heard Chandler singing in the shower. She laughed and countinued cutting the veggies to go in the salad.

END OF AUDTION

Auditioning For: Lorelai Gilmore in Gilmore Girls

Scene 1:

Lorelai walked into Luke's diner and sat on one of the stools near the counter. She

surveyed the place and saw Luke running around busy with the orders. Lorelai

stopped Luke and said "Hey there Speedy Gonzales, if you're not going to stop

then slow down so I can keep up." Luke stopped to kiss her and Lorelai kissed him

back. "Hey mister, that's not going to work everytime you know..." She said

smiling at him. "I'll take my chances" said Luke. Lorelai grabbed her jacket and

her purse and made her way out saying "Well bud, the chance of that working next

time would be slim to none". Luke smirked and Lorelai blowed him a kiss on her

way out.

Scene 2:

Lorelai went to visit Rory at Yale. She turned around and saw Rory sitting on the

park bench reading. Rory noticed her mother. She ran to hug Lorelai and

said "Hey, what are you doing here?". "Wow, It's nice to see you too. I'm alright

and you?" Lorelai said with a slight sarcasm. "Sorry, I was just so excited to see

you. So why'd you come?" Rory apologized. "Well, I wanted to make sure my dear

daughter is fed and well taken care of." Lorelai answered. Rory noticed the usual

Lorelai-sarcasm tone. "Such a mother I have, I'll make sure I get you a gift for

mother's day" Rory said playing along. They walked into the café and ordered

burgers, fries and two cups of coffee. After a few minutes, a waitress came with

their orders. "Some café they have here" Lorelai said as she looked around. "You

know... when you and Luke get married, the diner will be partially yours" Rory

said. "Yeah, I figured. I'm planning to change the name to LUKE AND LORELAI'S"

DINER" Lorelai answered. "What did Luke say?" Rory asked her. "Nothing, I

haven't told him. I'll make sure I have the paramedics around when I tell him."

Lorelai smiled."Fries with your evilness?" Rory offered. "Why thank you madam.

And get me cream for my coffee while you're at it." said Lorelai with a grin on her

face.

Is it too late to get in on this RP? If so, disregard this post.

Name Merewina (pronounced, Mare a veena) Gennon
Age 27
Type Evil Witch
Looks

Personality Merewina is extremely friendly with everyone she meets. No one ever suspects her as a witch, just as a fanatic. The different color streaks in her hair detract many people from speaking to her, but younger people find it fascinating.

History Born of a religious mother and a wizarding father, Merewina was given the chance to choose her affiliations at a very young age. Her mother, of course, wanted her to be on the side of good. Her father was neither good nor evil. He did not try to sway his daughter's opinions about which side to be on. He merely encouraged her to use her gifts.

At the age of 15, her mother was accused of being a witch, found guilty and burned at the stake. Merewina swore vengence on the townsfolk who murdered her mother. However, her father stopped her when he found out what she was planning. In the course of stopping her from completing her spell, Merewina's father was transformed into a raven. Not wanting this to get out, Merewina made up a story about her father leaving her. She said that he couldn't deal with her without her mother around.

Then, after convincing everyone that she was the victim in the whole plot, she took her father to a tall mountain and released him.


Other Merewina bears the mark of those who bore her. A crooked X placed just on the top of her left shoulder. It is the Gennon mark, tatooed on the children of the line of Gennon in the family color of blue. This is so anyone of the clan can recognize a fellow Gennon. Also, she has several different streaks in her hair. Most see this a fanaticism, but each time Merewina casts a spell, she uses a bit of her power and it causes a new streak to appear in her hair. Finally, Merewina wears a cross earring. This is also a family mark. The purple stud represents that she once came from royalty. The yellow line symbolizes the cowardice that kept her from becoming royalty. The red cross symbolizes the blood spilled by each Gennon when their mark is made. The mark is to remind them of their once great lineage.

Audition for Nathaniel (LKH’s ABVH):

Tonight Guilty Pleasures seemed a bit more crowded than usual, but then that actually wasn’t very surprising since it was after all the end of the week and the weather outside wasn’t the greatest. Outside it was cold, wet and miserable, any sane person would want to be at home curled up with someone…or at a crowded strip club where all the strippers were gorgeous, young (or at least young in appearance) and preternatural.

On stage currently there were two people and a chair. One of said people was the one performing. The person performing was a young man, and he was in fact rather young, no more than twenty. He was small and slender, at no more than 5’6, his skin was slightly tanned and he was absolutely beautiful. But his most striking features were his long, auburn hair; it was nearly down to his ankles and his lovely lavender eyes. He was wearing next-to-nothing, really the only thing that kept him from being completely naked was what was little more than a thong and his hair was pulled back up into a high, bouncy, almost girlish ponytail. The young man’s name was Nathaniel, who also happened to be a wereleopard.

The other person was sitting in the chair, a volunteer from the audience. The volunteer was a pretty, light-haired young woman and she seemed to enjoy being on stage quite a lot, which was always good in a volunteer. Nathaniel was currently making, slow sensual circles around her and her bright blue eyes were slowly beginning to darken with lust. He smiled at her and watched her lick her lips as she watched him. Unfortunately for her and the rest of the audience he wouldn’t be going home or wherever with any of them. He had a home to go to, as well as someone…if she wasn’t with anyone else tonight.

After having circled the girl for a few more moments and watching her face darken, the young wereleopard gave her an odd little half-smile before moving closer to her. Once he was as close as he could get he straddled her, but didn’t quite sit down in her lap. Just yet. He was about to give her a lap dance as the audience could likely clearly see. But before doing just that Nathaniel couldn’t help but scan the audience, wondering if Anita just might be in the audience tonight…

~Nuriko

Auditioning For:Helen Shivers Of I Know What You Did Last Summer


Helen was walking around School looking for her best friend Julie when she found her and Ray she smiled at them and walked over to them.

"Hey guy's I have been looking every where for you to our you coming to my pagent tonight Barry said he asked you guy's but I thought I would check to make sure you where still coming."


Helen looked at Ray "Or are you working tonight I really hope you can make it I would love to have all my friend's their cheering me on then we can hang out after and go to the beach and have a little party just the four of us so what do you guy's say you in".

Auditioning For:
American Idol-Made Up
Lost 2- Charlie Pace
Arthur-Mordred
Trinity HS-Made Up
Salem Witch Trials-Made Up
Drama Academy-Made Up

American Idol-Made Up

Natalie Hartfordshire

Age: 17

Personality/History: Natialie is generally EXTREAMELY talkative. Prone to nervousness and self-consciousness, she's something of a worry-wart. She loves to sing, and has been doing so since a very young age... having started out in the children's schoir at her church in her hometown of Sacramento. Natalie grew up in a fairly normal environment, her parents divorced when she was eight, and Natalie and her two younger brothers spend most of their time with their father in Sacramento, but Vacations with their mother in Oregon.

Appearance: Natalie has short, golden blonde hair that reaches to just above her shoulders. Freckly, with hazel eyes and an easy smile, Natalie is comes in a small package… a thin frame with a height of 5 feet.


Tremors erupted through Natalie as she gingerly pulled open the brass handles of the door. Beyond the threshold, three of the most influential people in pop music awaited her. Sickness crept into her stomach. She tried not the think about it. It was warm in Sacramento, but Natalie felt like she was in the Arctic. Her skin was rough with goose bumps, and shivers tore through her.

“Hello, there.” She called to the judges with a confident smile, even though her hands were trembling all the while. She could feel their scrutinizing eyes upon her, and her own insecurities echoed in her head. She tried not to think about those either.

Her heart pounded like a drum as she announced her song. Love You Forever. Jessica Simpson. Focus. She demanded of herself. Focus.

Lost 2-Charlie Pace

Jungle weather. What’re you going to do, right?

Charlie Pace heaved an enormous sigh, sliding his back down the truck of a tree and resting there, pulling his dark hood over his head to protect himself from the enormous raindrops that were cascading down upon him. He really needed a fix. He twiddled his fingers idly, trying to detract his attention from the now all too familiar symptoms from lack of illegal substances. Withdrawal was a bitch.

He breathed heavily, trying to ignore the stitch in his side. Somehow, trying to pretend it wasn’t there made it more uncomfortable. He leaned his head against the trunk and gave way to the pain. Deal with it and move on, that was the plan from now on.

Arthur-Mordred

Mordred was backed against a wall, flat as he could go. He didn’t mind the cool, dank stone against his bare neck; he was too absorbed in listening. Even his keen ears could barely hear through the diminutive crack in the thick stone bricks. And Mordred was a thoroughly gifted ease-dropper. In his limited 19 years on earth, Mordred had managed to know all the goings-on in Camelot… without having ever been directly informed of a single thing. It was a talent. He cocked his head an inch closer to the hole, and dark locks fell into even darker eyes.

His fingers were acutely aware of the rough texture of the stone they rested on, and his hip and right leg aware of the sword that dangled from his belt. His lean body was pressed so close to the wall that he could have been invisible, and all the conditions were right. But someone in the meeting he was desperate to overhear was being cautious. Somebody was wary that Mordred might very well be doing exactly as he was. “Purposely overhearing” is what Mordred called it. And it had it’s advantages.

Trinity High-Made Up

Pippa Dearling
Age: 15

Personality/History: Pippa grew up in a large family, two older brothers and one older sister, plus a younger brother and sister as well, not to mention her grandparents. The most introverted member of her family, Pippa is never content without her nose in a book. She is shy, but congenial, even if she often runs out of things to say to others. Pippa may love literature, but she’s dreadful at math… her favorite subject of complaint.

Appearance: Pippa has dark hair and a complexion to match. Her eyes are deep brown, and often betray the emotions she tries to hide. Of average height, Pippa is slim, but no bean pole. Long nimble fingers finish her hands, soiled only by her nail-baiting habit.


Pippa bit her lip thoughtfully. She was poured over a book, rather than her math work, as usual. She couldn’t exactly help herself. The Pythagorean Theorem or swashbuckling pirates? What a difficult choice! Not. She glanced up from her page for a moment, casting her bright eyes around the room. Her teacher was droning on about ‘a squared’ something or other, and the sun was spilling through the window. Rays of sunshine danced merrily about the dull, gray room and illuminated it so that even the drab math posters looked almost inviting. Almost.

Her eyes traveled back to her book, and she slumped down n her seat in efforts to make herself more comfortable. Really, who thought the desks they use in high school were a good idea? Pippa sure couldn’t think of a positive thing to say about the uncomfortable seats with their skinny impossible attached desks. They were probably invented by someone in the math department. Since all those people seemed intent on making her high-school career completely miserable. She shook her head and sigh, giving up the quest for comfort.

Salem Witch Trials-Made Up Religious

Thomas Cromwell

Age: 16

Personality/History: The son of a preacher, Thomas has grown up with God drilled into his head. Thomas adores the outdoors, God’s creation, and is often found up a tree with his bible or another book. Thomas has a keen intellect, with a thirst for knowledge and even more a desire to apply what he already knows. Compassionate and confidant, Thomas is the kind of youth who has that certain “presence” about him. Thomas is rooted deeply in his faith, but not afraid to question. He is often times the devil’s advocate when it comes to discussions of theology. Even so, Thomas’s faith can sometimes blind him to the things he ought to be seeing.

Appearance: Thomas has ebony hair, usually disheveled and mussed, and eyes of a deep indigo. He is tall and somewhat lanky, with weather beaten skin and a scar above his right eye, the product of a bad fall from his favorite maple.


Thomas watched the rain fall from the minute window in his bedroom. The tall youth ran a hand through his thick black hair, letting his breath out slowly, allowing himself time for thought. He turned from the window and his gaze settled on his cluttered desk on the opposite wall. Everything from quills to a pair of trousers was scattered across Thomas’s desk. Organized chaos. The only object with any place of honor was his thick, leather bound Bible, lying open to Psalm 23. The gold trimmed pages shimmered in the candle light, illuminating the pages and the words of God like magic.

Thomas winced. Magic. The worst comparison he could make. He crossed the room and fingered one delicate page. Given to him three and a half years ago, on his thirteenth birthday, the Bible was the most extravagant thing Thomas had ever owned. It was beautiful, with its antique, yellowing pages and leather cover. He sighed contentedly as his eyes absorbed the words of comfort scribed on the page.

He ruffled carefully through the pages, smiling at his own charcoal pencil notes in the margins. The rain was still falling heavily, but he didn’t hear it so much now, over the crackling of the small flame combined with the glory of God whispering in his ear with each page.

For a moment, he forgot about magic entirely.

Drama Academy-Made Up

Nicolette Sinders

Age: 16

Personality/History: Nicolette grew up in a typical suburban area, cookie cutter houses and all. An only child, Nicolette doted upon, but at the expense of having no playmates around the house. At the age of five, Nicolette was encouraged by her mother to audition for a children’s musical in the community. It was in that performance that she cut the acting “bug”. Constantly involved with theater from that day forward, Nicolette was rarely found with a script in hand. Loud and rambunctious, Nicolette is something of a handful. She’s never heard the expression ‘too much fun’, and has yet to experience such consequences.

Appearance: Long, auburn hair frames Nicolette’s freckly face, extenuating bright blue eyes. With a height of 5”4 and a slender frame, Nicolette is on the better side of “average looking”.


Nicolette tucked her pencil behind her ear and flipped through the pages of her script idly. She was alone in the theater, perched on a red-trimmed seat, her auburn haired head resting on one pale but freckly fist. The stage was four or five rows away, looming over her like some kind of gigantic guardian angel. The folds of the vibrant red curtain casting striped shadows across the apron. Nicolette grinned.

An empty theater was always a wonder to her. She loved to sink into one of the seats and just observe the high ceiling auditorium. To think of what a different place it was when an audience crowded the aisles and costumed thespians completed the now vacant stage.

Peaceful and enjoyable as the lonely theater was now, Nicolette loved it best when all sorts of people were bustling about, their anticipation for the raising of the curtain alive in their undeniable energy.

Beast from Beauty and the Beast

Sometimes late in the night, while the others were asleep, he was almost resigned to this new life he had brought upon himself. As he stalked off the castle grounds on all fours, no longer going through the pretense of walking on his hinds legs like the man he wasn't, he was almost... Well not exactly content, but something near it. At night, in the forest it was so easy, so tempting to forget that he was once human. Maybe it would be easier to let the curse run it's course, to stay a beast. But reality always crashed back into him when he returned to the castle in the morning, seeing the encouraging gazes of the others. It was his fault they were like this, they all depended on him to turn them back. They all believed he could, he would be able to do it.

Sometimes he wanted to tear into them with his claws to wipe away that hopeful look in their eyes. He wanted to scream, "I know it's my fault you're like this, but I don't know how to fix it!" The Fairy was cruel by throwing innocents along with him in this curse. He would never be able to break the curse. Who in their right mind would love a monster like him?



Wolf from 10th Kingdom

His heart ached more than he ever thought possible. His creamy, dreamy Virginia didn't want him.

Huff puff, it's your own damn fault, he snarled to himself, How could you be so stupid?!

All he had wanted to do was make her happy, but he had screwed it all up. He was bad, Bad, BAD! He didn't deserve someone as wonderful, as lovely, as luscious as his Virginia. He was a half-wolf and no one wanted a lowly animal like him. There was only one thing left to do now. Wolf whimpered softly in the back of his throat, as he made his way back to the Queen.

Mutant X - Dangerous Grounds:Lexa

Lexa walked in to their meeting room and looked at the attendents:"Sorry i am late guys, i needed to fixed something in my dorm but i am here. Did i miss something?" she looked around waiting for one of her team mates to tell her something that she needed to know. She waited and waited noticing the way they loked at her, then when one of them started to explain to her she looked at that person noticing the others nodd in agreement.

Lexa agreed to be team with Shalimer couse she knew better then to argue and besides she gotta admit that they are a really good team together and if they are a good team then itr's all what needed to stop their enemies from getting what they want. She got ready right away for the mission then she walked after Shlimer to start their mission right away. Lukily that she also got away to communicate just incase she lost Shalimer and needed some backup not that she were sure that will ever happen but still, just incase.

Audition for Chris Halliwell of Charmed - Future Generations:

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Nothing seemed real in this surreal moment. His expression remained serious and unwavering. His lips parted for a second, letting an exasperated breath escape out into the dreary world. He continued cleaning off some beer off of the bar's countertop. Wiping it off with such concentration that it worried others around him. "Chris, you alright man? You've been kinda out of it lately." Looking up, he stared hard through tired eyes at the man that he had once called a peer; now also a Mr. State-The-Obvious. "Don't worry about it," Chris responded rather harshly, looking back down at the now super clean countertop. "Just make sure that you don't waste so much beer next time while you make a fool out of yourself infront of some pompous young women that will never give you the time of day anyway."

Bowing his head, the other guy left to the other end of the bar. A new employee in a club with more history than all of the poor guy's generations before him. Poor in the sense that he was oblivious to the cruelty of the world and its magical side. Poor in the sense that Chris had been tired lately and had been taking it out him for worrying about him. He was still tied down by his past.

Now he was left alone to raise two children, manage P3, and bartend it too. His job was stressful, but at least he didn't feel like pulling out his hair like he did with his kids. God, they were a handful, but they were all that he had left. All that he had left of her, of his lover, of his life. That and the rest of his family. He loved them all to death and he was worried that they wouldn't understand him not caring about innocents anymore. He was also worried that he truly didn't care about innocents anymore, but who could after the one person that you could come home to and be yourself around was gone now? Surely around his children he had to be responsible and serious, namely a father. And around the others he was hard-faced and all about business and keeping them out of trouble, for many were still naive and young with so much left to learn and such a high risk that they may never know the taste of learning it.

Boba Fett - Star Wars Trilogy

After almost getting eaten by the Sarlacc the infamous bounty hunter, Boba Fett, was feeling very annoyed. After all these years of working for Darth Vader and trying to capture the smuggler, Han Solo, for Jabba the Hutt he couldn't believe that he almost got killed so easily and was so careless. He was caught off guard when Solo slammed a vibro-ax into his jetpack, now the bounty hunter was more angry than ever before.

He was in his hideout trying to repare the damage that was made to his rocketback. "He'll pay dearly for this," Fett growled in a low tone as he put one of his repair tools down next to some other gizmos that he usually wore with his armour. He knew that if his father, Jango Fett, were alive now he'd be ashamed of him. Why wouldn't he be? Jango Fett had used up a lot of his time teaching his son the ways of a bounty hunter only to fail him over 20 years later. According to him it was unacceptable. Boba removed his helmet to reveal a handsome young man. He had tanned skin, curley black hair; almost the spitting image of his father but at the moment he had a look of determination which his father never had. He was always true to his word, and he'll see to it personally that Han Solo was killed.

General Grievous - Star Wars Prequel

Grievous continued glaring out of the window of the Trade Federation Starfighter he was in. It was funny, he felt no remorce nor pity for Count Dooku's death. Was it normal to have been trained by the Sith lord and yet still feel nothing after he dies at the hands of a Jedi?
He sighed, coughing in between breaths. The after effects of Mace Windu crushing his windpipe when the General attempted to kidnap the Senator. After all, it wasn't he who gave the order to kidnap one of the higher ranking people in the senate. All of that was due to the lord of all Sith, Darth Sidious.
He wondered why he would have gone through so much trouble to capture Palpatine just to let him escape a day or two later, losing Count Dooku in the process.

None of it made any scence to him. But then again, it wasn't down to him to see what makes scence and what doesn't. His job was to just follow orders and carry them out and he had a belt filled with Jedi lightsabers to prove it. He was especially proud of the lightsabers he wore. he called them his 'trophies,' and for good reason too. It was hard to kill a Jedi especially those trained by Jedi master Yoda; and no one else in the Trade Federation nor the Sith order had killed as many as he had.

Grievous smirked as he thought about it. "I do wonder what orders my master will give me next.." he muttered, he thought back to the two Jedi's who had rescued the Senator. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, both intregued him for different purposes. He suspected that he would come across them again and next time he would be better prepared.

Johnny Storm - Spiderman

He stood on top of the Baxter Building, staring straight up at the sky. Flames flickered around himself as the fire which burned within burt out of himself. His body was then covered with fire. Of course he was always the one to think that his power was the best out of the Fantastic Four, at least better than Rocky down there.
He smirked as he looked down at Ben who was at the bottom of the building talking to Alicia.
He jumped off the roof, catching himself near the bottom as he started to fly. "See ya Pebbles!" he shouted as he flew past Ben into the sky.

He grinned as he heard Ben yell out some sort of insult behind him. "Yeah yeah!" he replied as he flew none stop across New York. "I think it's time to pay someone a little visit," he said as he headed towards Peter Parker's house. He knew that his best friend would be surprised to see him since Johnny didn't usually announce when he was going to arrive. The two friends usually raced each other and fought evil doers when they had nothing better to do. "Oh Spidey.." he called quietly as he flew onto the roof of Peter Parker's house. The flames going out as his feet touched the building.

Audition for The Salem Witch Trials

Name: Evelyn Rose
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human (witch)
Appearance: http://www.uwe.peterson.claranet.de/privat...earthsea203.jpg
Bio: She lost her parents a little while after she was born and for reasons that would forever change her views of her parents. Her father was a puritan and her mother a witch. At first her mother kept that part of her life a secret from her husband. But she feared that their love was disappearing from their lives and when hearing that she was with child, she didn't want to do anything to ruin this possible chance for happiness of having a family. So she told him and he surprisingly took it well. But late at night when she lay asleep, she was taken by a group her fathers friends. Together they had her hung without the rest of the village knowing. After that night he was plagued with guilt and gave his a family his only child and killed himself. Evelyn grew up on the lies the villagers fed her about her parents. Until she realized what had truly happened to them and ran away from her village in anger and rage against everyone of them.

IC: Evelyn stared out from the window of her new home. A house built outside of the village and within the forest. Such was uncommon and the villagers knew only to the craft of witches. The small houses were not even made next to one another but widely scattered throughout the forest. Evelyn was a eternally grateful for the witches that brought her in and promised that they would never lie to her. She could trust them but the villagers would all pay for the lies they fed her. They told her that her parents were both cursed by witches and ended up killing themselves. She was told these lies at the age of seven, an age where a child would believe anything they were told. It was not until ten years later that she discovered the truth about her parents. How her mother was a witch of good but seen as a curse and hanged for being who she was. And father, the coward among men, who had his friends pull off the dirty work of having her killed. How he placed her in the hands of another family and killed himself. He couldn’t handle having a witch for a daughter. What if it were a son, would he have treated him differently?

Evelyn stayed in her room for the most part and wasn’t fond of company but welcomed them either way. She kept her eyes outside as she heard the door open. She slowly turned to see that it was Sarah, the head witch, who took her in. “You shouldn’t stay in here all day, Evelyn. There is so much to be done. So many lives that need to be set free from the curses those plague them. Those that need to be punished for the crimes that they commit for the lives they have taken away.” She then walked over to Evelyn, placing her shoulder on her arm. “You must do this for your mother. It is what she would’ve wanted.” She said as she turned and walked out. It was true; they would all pay for how they treated her mother. No one would be spared. Man, women, and child of the village would understand her pain and suffering that she had endured for long. She walked over to her desk and mirror. Staring into it she couldn’t help but question all this. The anger raged with in her but was it all worth it. Not everyone was guilty of her mother’s death and for that should they be put to death among the sinners who are responsible?

Audtion for Mutant X Dangerous Grounds
Name: Jackie Toris
Age: 20
Gender: female
Race: mutant
Appearance: http://image.com.com/tv/images/processed/s.../e8/46/3421.jpg
Job: Club Owner
Weapon/Ability: She has the abliity to create/control water because of a special injection she was given that contained a special mutated water. She can use water as a weapon by freezing it and forming it into ice spears. Or make really hot to burn her enemy. She can also use it as a barrier/shield, with her only main weakness being electricity.
Bio: At the age of seven, Jackie began competing in swimming competitions at the high school that she would most likely attend she would start high school. Her parents always felt confident that their daughter was a gifted swimmer and supported through attending the events. Her talent had caught the attention of agents of GSA who encouraged her parents to take her to Genomex to help with her swimming ability. That is at least what they told her parents after that they had them killed. They went through countless tests that scared the child. Many times she made an attempt to escape but was always brought back. Finally at the age of seventeen she escaped but it was not long after that they were on her tail.

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Arthur audition
Name: Bors
Age: 35
Good/Evil: Good
Looks: Large build and a shaven/bald pate. Close set features but kindly enough when he tried.
Personality: Wise cracking knight with a heart of gold. He dosn't suffer fools but is fiercly loyal to Aruthur and his closest friend Dagonet (Dag)

Skills: close quarter fighting with short arm mounted blades and saber fencing with a broad sword.

History: Oldest of the knights he has forgtton almost everything about the life before Britan. He has 12 children with Venora, and while he claims with some flippancy he loves her dearly.

Audition
Bors sat in the shadow of the campfire the tension amoung the other knights was palpable. Lancelot and Arthur sat alone as usual deep in conversation Lancelot's earnest face peering into Arthurs passive one.

A cold wind blew trough the camp and the flames danced and threatened to extinguish, Dag sat close by his axe across his knee staring into the fire and into oblivion.

The drums had ceased, what that meant Bors didn't know but something in his war weary bones told him it wasn't good. "Stop musing over fire Dag!" he spat at his friend and immediatly regretted venting his frustration on his passive friend but as usual Dag accepted it with a quiet stoicism.

In his own disgust Bors got up and kicked at the log on which he had sat, "I hate all this waiting" he raved, and turning from the group clambered up a short bank and yelled into the night sky, "Come then, stop hiding in the shadows and the night! Come! Have us, Hells gates are opening and someone must go through!"

Bio and Audition for Smallville 1 & 2.

Name: Superboy
Alias: Kon-El, Teen of Steel, Connor Kent.
Age: 5 (looks 16)
Gender: Male
Side: Neutral
Race: Human/Kryptonian
Appearence:
Personality: It is the same as Clark's but he usually knows what he wants and hardenly ever takes no for an answer. Like Clark he is weak against Green Kryptonite and the effects are the same with Red Kryptonite but when Blue Kryptonite is used against him he goes into a zombie-like trance.
Powers: Kryptonian powers (the same ones that Clark has) and Telekinesis (which he used until he gained his Kryptonian powers)
Bio: Lex Luthor created him in one of the labs at LexCorp. He was created from the DNA of Clark Kent and Lex so that technically makes Lex his "father" and Clark his "cousin." He escaped from LexCorp while Luthor was caught off guard. He wandered about Smallville for hours wondering who he was and why he had no memory, he only had the name code around his neck which read "Superboy." He arrived at the Kent's doorstep a few hours later looking like he just crawled out of a sewer. He told the Kent's of his situation, he had no home to go too and no family. The Kent's wondered why Superboy looked so much like Clark, but they got their answer when Lex came to the door looking for the runaway experiment. Clark knew very well that Lex wasn't to be trusted so he sent him away, telling him that he didn't see Superboy and that he'd contact him if he did. After that, Clark gave Superboy the nickname "Kon-El" and a few days later the name "Connor Kent" to show that he was now a part of their family.
A few years later Superboy, now known as Connor, left the Kent's home, now wanting to go out and explore the world since he hardenly went outside the house over the past few years. It was also after the incident involving Lex using Blue Kryptonite to control Connor that he decided to leave. He thought that he was putting everyone in danger by staying there so he decided to move to Metropolis with the intent of going back to visit the Kent's some day.
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Connor sighed as he looked out of the window of his new apartment, it was nice to see a change of scenery for a change. He wondered what there would be to see in Metropolis. It would be a shame not seeing Martha and Jonathan Kent's smiling faces in the morning nor Clark walking into the kitchen everyday and treating him like a brother. Even Lois seemed nice to him, better than she was to Clark, perhaps it was because of his darker personality or something, he didn't know. Oh well, at least he wouldn't have Lex Luthor trying to track him down, it was like a nightmare since if he was compared to Clark, Lex would always be able to tell the difference. Maybe because Clark usually wears a red jacket and Connor always weared a tight black shirt.

He grumbled as he snapped out of his thoughts, he caught his glass of orange juice as it flew towards him. His telekinesis seemed to be getting more controled lately. He could still remember when he used to use his telekinesis to fly into the air, but that wasn't the case any more. Ever since Lex controled him with the Blue meteor rock he felt like he was gaining more powers by the day, or at least the same ones that Clark showed off to him.
He wondered when he would return to Smallville again, not that this place wasn't nice but he liked the feeling of having a family. Someone to cheer you up when you're down or upset. But then again he needed to feel like he could stand on his own two feet instead of having to rely on someone to care for you, that's what Clark would do.
He shook his head like he was trying to clear the cobwebs. "I don't see why I should be feeling sorry for myself," he said as he turned towards the door, thinking that he should use this opportunity to get a new start on life. And with that last thought he walked to the door and opened it, finally locking it behind himself.

"King Arthur"

Dagonet (knight) Audition

Dagonet Sat atop his horse, staring out across the moors to where the enemy gathered. A grim smile was upon his face as he thought of the days to come.
The other knights were gatherd around a near-by fire, talking again about the days gone by and their plans for the future, but Dag had no memories worth thinking about before he was enlisted, and he knew there was no future waiting for him after the wars. He was a born fighter, with brawn enough for three men. He knew exactly where his fate lay, and i would bnever be in the arms of a woman, or at a fire with grandchildren.

His name was called out, and he turned to face Bors, the man who was like a brother to him.

"Dag, get down here and drink man. The damn celts can wait till morn"

Dagonet grinned, knowing that there would be a battle worth remembering tomorrow. Tonight he would sit iwth his friends, drink till they were toasting to the past, future and anyone they could still remember the name of. Not rome though, never rome...

...The morning light rushed to meet his eyes as he lay next to a long extinguished fire. The others had awoken and were sitting pensive on their horses. It wsnt till Dag turned around, and saw the enemy mounted on steeds and rushing towards the knights position that he realised the problem they were in

"Good sweet lord" Dag swore, then a thought came to his head that was swifty followed by a smile "This is going to take all morning"

Without another word he picked up his axe, mounted his horse and rode up next t the other knights. Bors, Gawain, Lancelot, Tristan, Galahad. And of course Arthur. They were laughing, but it came from fear. The entire celtic army was charging, and the knights were the last to stand strong agaisnt the hoard.

"...For Arthur!" Bors yelled, and Dagonet joined the call. He may die this day, but he'll die for a cause worth dying for...

Auditioning for the Drama Acadamy

Name Jyra Conner

Age 17

Looks

Parents Adopted by a gay couple, Mark and Spencer Conner

Siblings none

Major, Minor, Props? Major

Prior Drama Experience has been enrolled in a drama school since she was 10, but is looking to learn something differant.

Personality Bubbily and bright, Jyra seems like a normal ditzy blonde, until you speak to her. Her knowledge of the theatre and famous playwrites amazes most. She is interested in all areas of stage production, director, stage manager, props and acting.

History Jyra biological father ran off once he discovered her mother was pregneat, but she was determined to have the child and was prepared to become a single mother if she needed to. However there were major complications and she died on the operating table. She saw a glimpse of the screaming child and uttered one word before her death.
Jyra.
And so the hospital named the tiny baby Jyra and hated parting with the sweet blonde haired, blue eyed child. Jyra only stayed in adoption for a few weeks before Mark and Spencer came to adopt her. She has no memory of her real mother until she reached eight and realised that having two daddies wasn't normal. She was honest and confronted them while driving from school one day.
Mark and Spencer had decided that they would tell Jyra the truth when she was old enough, and since she had asked, they told her the details of her beginning.
Jyra cried for days after finding out the truth, but she soon realised that Mark and Spencer loved her. However she had one request, a photo of her biological mother.
She recieved this on her 9th birthday.
After doing some investigating on her own she discovered hermother was a wannabe actress who threw away her dreams when she discovered she was pregneat, and enrolled Jyra into a drama school. After some debate, Mark and Spencer granted the mothers request and allowed Jyra to attend the school. her natural talent was astounding, and she also heard some amazing stories about her mother.
But she soon realised that there was only so much she could learn from this old teacher of her mothers and so bid them farewell just before her 16th birthday. By then she had been in numerous plays and the students and staff were sad to see her go. Mark found this drama acadamy and showed it to Jyra.

Auditon for Det. Elliot Stabler on L&O rpg

"Yeah . . . I love you guys. See you this weekend." Elliot allowed himself a silent sigh as he dropped the handset into the cradle. He missed his kids. Even though his schedule had never been generous as far as downtime, even if he got home in the wee hours of the morning, he'd been able to look in and see them safely tucked into their beds. Since Kathy had taken them to her mother's, he no longer had that luxury. It rankled.

He forced his mind back to the job and headed toward the interogation room where Nathan Emerson waited. Emerson was the primary suspect in the rape of twin girls at Park East High School. So far, the evidence was weak; he didn't have a criminal record and his only connection to the girls was that he worked at a music store they frequented near school. Brittany hadn't seen her attacker and Bethany's description had been patchy at best, but moderately tall with shaggy brown hair and light eyes was a match for Emerson's 5'11" stature and his brown hair and grey eyes. Bethany had also remarked that he was somewhat familiar, like she might have seen him around.

He stopped in the observation room, glancing briefly at Cragen and Olivia before turning to the window. Emerson was sitting facing the two-way mirror, eyes casually directed at the barred window the offered a glimpse of cityscape. The fingers of his right hand idly drummed on the table top. With a nod to Cragen and brief glance at Olivia, he opened the door and strode into the room. "Nathan Emerson, right? Do you go by Nathan or Nate?" He sat opposite Emerson and unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling his sleeves up to the elbows. The muscles in his forearms flexed and relaxed.

Rose docter Who

Rose leant over the strange artifact, the docter stood in his usual contemplative pose in the corner half shrouded in shadows. What on earth was this thing? she thought but stopped herself, what on earth probably wasn't the right term.

She stifled a yawn, trying desperatly not to let the tiredness seep into her voice sa she said, "So any ideas then?" it didn't work a yawn over took her and covered her mouth with her free hand, she hadn't slept in days but it felt longer.


Dr. Abby Lockhart in this rg http://s15.invisionfree.com/manyrpgs/index...t=ST&f=49&t=343

Abbey had just pushed open the doors of the ER when the bay was filled with flashing red and blue lights.

"Pile up on the highway" came the voice of the ambulance rig, pushing a gurney thought the double doors.

Abbey threw her bag under the counter, before rushing to the patients side, "Hey there, I'm Docter Abbey Lockhart can you tell me your name please sir?" she asked the man. He tried to move but simply moaned in reply, and tried to sit up.

"Now now, lie still you may have hurt your neck we need you to lie as still as possible." She took his pulse, "Bp is 80 over 100" she told the nurse who hastily wrote it down.

"Were is my wife?" the man asked in a choked voice. Abbey looked at the ambulance driver, who shook his head, and leant in to whisper in Abbey's ear, "She didn't make it, DOS"

Abbey took a deep breath, "Eh, we don't right now sir we will try and find you for you as soon as possible but for now we need to get you upstairs ok?" she said, avoiding the obvious lie, she didn't know were his wife's body was, but it was mroe important that she kept the patient calm.

A.D.A. Claire Kincaid

Claire sat in her office a pile of case files piled on the desk, she pondered over her current case. She knew he was guilty adnevery judge inthe country would find him so, but it wasn't the judge she had to convince and she hated to admit it but the evidence she had probably would mean nothing to your average jury.

"A jury of your peers" she thought, "Yeah right," her perp was beeing tried by people who looked up to him, respected him, and without more material evidence she knew this case was going to get tossed and this guy would walk. proabably right into the next strip join to kill the next women he managed to talk into a walk home.

Her blood boild just thinking about it.



Detective Robert Goren
Bobby Goran took a deep breath and let it out slowly he could see the whole scene unfolding in his head. The women, she was no more more than 30 had taken two steps her attacker had grabbed her from behind, piano wire, thats what had done it, it all made sense now.

He turned to his partner "I've got it" his face was alive and his features animated as he explained, gestering wildly with his arms and pacing the floor like a man gone mad.

"So you see it couldn't have been Matheew Jenkins," he finished striking the table, and continued without waiting fo her to question his reasoning, "Here your about penny's size when I do this the marks are here and here right"

he let go of her throat and continued pacing, "Mathew Jenkis is 5,8 and left handed Penny's assailant had to have been 6 foot plus and right handed to make those marks were they were." he said with a triumpahnt smile.

Dr. Elizabeth Corday

Elizabeth Corday stood her arms dripping to the elbows as she waited for the nurse to hand her the towel she would use to finish scrubbing in. She hated these cases, a young women, only 19 had been killed in a car accident, well more or less.

The family had agreed to the organ donation surgery but the young womens lover screamed and wept as the body was wheeled away. She wasn't her next of kin and so had no legal say in her lovers treatment. The system was flawed, so an estranged family could make this decision rather than the women who loved her.

"Lets get started shall we" Elizabeth said on entering the OR, the twang in her accent more prominant now amidst the US chatter around her.


Dr. Alexx Woods
"Now what happned to you dear?" Alexx whispered softly to the young boy who lay on the slab in frornt of her, parts of this job never got easier.

Gently, using the hose, she washed the body, removing the grime and dirt attributed to the crime scene, so it too could be processed later.

The click of the dictaphone sounded loud and hollow in Alexx's ears as she snapped it on. Opening the victims eyes she begins, "Peticial heamoraging indicates the victim was strangled. 2 sets of ligature marks, one upper and lower.
The lower are in line with the lyrnx, indicating death was the result of prolonged pressure on the carotid and laringeal arteries. The upper were caused by some sort of ligature, and were post mortum."

Alexx looked up as the door to the lab swings open, and the familer form of Horatio filled the door way.
"Looks like it was a strangle and dangle H" she said with a grim smile.


Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin

Tonks sat at her dressing table and stared at her reflection, she had been undercover for months and had grown accustomed to the shoulder length blond hair and straigh nose she had affected for the task.

But, she thought, it was time for a change, that and the memories of what she had seen were still fresh in her mind, the change would do her good.

She phased easily from one hair style to the next trying to decide which suited her best, her hair took on a glossy balck look like a ravens wing and fell to her lower back, she smiled, "better" but there was something missing, with another mental effort a single sweep of vivid purple invaded her fringe and fell the length of her new hair.

Her eyes shifted and became hazel, to complement it. "Great" she thought, and pushed back from the table, and headed downstairs for breakfast.

Audition for Kivar

Kivar was on a mission to find his one true love, Isabel. He had landed on Earth in his spacecraft. He was determined to locate Isabel in order to make her his queen. He looked across the vast sea of sand that was being swept away by the wind. Then he moved his eyes to the stars. He let out a deep breathe, and began his long journey to Roswell.

In Roswell, he stumbled upon the Crashdown. He checked himself in the reflection in the window. Then he moved on in. He scanned the place for Isabel, but didn't see her. Instead, he spotted Max, who was talking with Liz Parker. He walked over and stood directly in front of their booth.

"Well, if it isn't my buddy, Max," Kivar said to Max.

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Xena Queen of the Amazons

Audition for is "Yakut"

It was early morning in the forest,The air was cold and crisp.
Not a creature stirred for what seemed like hours.
Then all of a sudden a young Amazon appeared dressed in buckskins and fur.
Yakut the young shamaness of the Northern Amazons was out wild harvesting medicinal herbs for the tribe.

She had only been away from the village for no more then a candle mark,
When a vision came to her revealling that she was soon to have company.
The vision had shown her that Xena was on her way to meet her with Gabriell and Amarice.As soon as the vision ended she headed back right away to greet her friends when they arrived.

Isabel from Roswell

(Not sure if they ever dream walked in the show but they did in the books)

Isabel streched out on the bed it was a hot and sticky night, it was times like this she hated the fact she needed only 2 hours of sleep a night. She was trying to tune out the fuzzy emotions she was getting from her brother, like the sappy pleasure he got everytime Liz smiled at him.
A little dream walking might kill some time. She closed her eyes and relaxed, and soon the misty grey place were the dream orbs floated was visle in her mind. She let out a low hum calling an orb to her, she knew most people in school by the hums of their orbs, like Maria's high fluting sound chased Liz's some were not too far away. She found the orb of Derek Twain a qaurterback from school, andd dedcided to have alittle fun. She let out another wistle expanding the orb until it was big enough to step inside.

It was the school, a pretty good likeness actually this guiy must have a pretty good memory. Derek was running past her, "Aw man I can't be late" He moaned.

"Your not" she broke in stopping him in his tracks

"But I am and Mr. Defoe said he was taking 10 marks of for every second I'm late for the midterm" his face was a mask of fear.

"The midterms arn't today all your late for is the beach" she said with a smile, and taking his arm led him through the double doors of the school into the parking lot which was now a beautiful beach were the sun was setting.

Izzy smiled she loved how easy it was to manipulate humans in their sleep.