Post by Lets_Eat_Paste on Aug 19, 2011 12:30:27 GMT -6
Character name: William MaCarthy
Gender: male
Date of Birth: January 28
Age: 28
Occupation: Stage Manager at the Garnier
AI: Hugh Dancy
Personality: Bill was always an adventurous boy, preferring to climb trees and explore caves to doing what the other boys at his school did on field trips. His mother always insisted he be a better role model for his younger brothers and sisters by NOT riding his motorcycle through the school hallways and eating sandwiches on the school roof. But he would simply shake his head, insisting that his siblings form their own path, instead of walking his.
Though he is very rash and reckless (which provides nice anecdotes to the numerous scars on his body), he has a level head and cool air about him which causes for sarcastic remarks, suave, smooth talking, and getting what he wants. This also causes for flirtatious situations which causes him to flip his charm switch to “on” and flash his nicest smile.
He’s a generally calm guy, albeit, very defensive about things he loves. He’s flippant and uses sarcasm in any possible situation.
History: Inside Wiltshire, there is a small village called ‘Castle Combe’, home to 350 inhabitants. Among them is the MaCarthy brood. Born to Artie and Mildred MaCarthy, who grew up together in Castle Combe and started their family at a young age, Bill was the oldest of seven children: Benjamin (Ben), Penny, Frederic (Fred) and Geoffery (Geoff), Rupert (who, after falling out of a tree Bill and Ben had persuaded him to climb and brok both legs, is “affectionately” called Gimpy), and Virginia (known as Weasel by Bill). Although they never had much money, his father being a mechanic and his mother being a housewife, they always had a roof over their head, clothes on their backs, plenty of food on the table, and most importantly, they always had each other. They were loud and closely knit, living in a house built by his father and grandfathers, meaning that there was plenty of room for each new child that was born into their family and then some to spare. It seemed to Bill that as soon as he got used to having a new kid in the house to share attention and food with, another one came along. But Bill, being the eldest was always the role model, and as each new sibling was a born, there was more and more responsibility to take on. It wasn’t unwelcomed, he loves each one of his siblings, but it still made him jealous of the attention his younger siblings got.
But the one time when he had at least one of his parents’ undivided attention was when he would work with his dad on cars. It was then that he found his love for metal work and building things. Bill discovered that he loved working with his hands, and his constant use of them led to working with wood and paints, which somehow sparked an interest within him for technical theatre. When watching his siblings got to be a hassle, or stress at school got high, instead of using typical things as an escape, he turned to carpentry to relieve himself of burdens. He found that he could take unpleasant feelings and turn them into something wonderful.
When he was thirteen, he stopped coming home after school. Having a certain disregard for rules and stipulations, he veered off the path while riding his bike and ended up several miles from Castle Combe. After discarding his bike, he explored the odd new area and came across a theatre. He snuck in through the stage door and was immediately drawn to the actors on the stage. The actors themselves weren’t particularly good, and the already complex language of Shakespeare went right over Bill’s curly head. But what made the story of “Twelfth Night” make sense was the scenery behind them, the mood the lighting cast across the players as they spoke. Bold and intrepid, Bill sought after the director and nearly demanded a job there. The man laughed and told him that a child could only get hurt on a tech crew. But Bill was insistent. And although the man never bothered to learn Bill’s name, he set him up with the stage manager who taught him the basics of technical theatre. Bill wowed him with his ability with power tools and was able to help out the small tech crew of the run down theatre.
He kept this a secret to avoid ridicule from friends, who found theatre a waste of time, and to avoid the exasperated sighs of his parents who knew he was notorious for his lack of commitment and constant changing of hobbies. So he returned to the theatre every weekend, his parents unsure of his whereabouts. But tired of sneaking behind his parents’ back, he confessed. Surprisingly, they were thrilled, proud and excited he finally found his niche.
In school, his core teachers found him intelligent, but lazy, exasperating and mischievous. Many of them contacted his parents, one of them quit, but his technical theatre teacher, seeing “potential and bright future” for Bill, took him under his wing. So when Bill got suspended for “serenading” the school over the PA system, his technical theatre teacher vouched for him.
Also in school was where Bill met and befriended Damien Michaud. Damien was a shy boy with a good eye and nice clothes. Bill asked to work with him on a design project, which, much to Bill’s confusion, excited Damien. The boy was funny and was a good foil to Bill. Amazingly, the boy connected with the rest of the MaCarthys just as quickly as he had with Bill. There was no denying their instantaneous and lifelong friendship. They are, in fact, still friends to this day.
The winter of Bill’s eighteenth birthday, Bill and Ben were in charge of watching the rest of the siblings while his parents went into town. Bill didn’t know until he heard the ice on the pond break that responsibility had a sound. It was an earth shattering sound. His head shot toward the window just in time to see four hands slip beneath the ice. He did a head count. Geoff and Fred were missing. He and Ben ran to the pond, and together fished their younger brothers out. Penny called Artie and Mildred. Shivering and blue, Geoff and Fred’s ashen faces glowed in the firelight and Bill and Ben looked on in shock, dumbfounded, and unsure what to do.
They were diagnosed with Pneumonia, a sickness that took the hearing away in one of Fredric’s ears and sucked away like a parasite at their parents' bank account. Geoff wasn’t as lucky. He died at home before the doctor came to see the twins for the day.
Bill was beside himself. His family was the most important thing to him and now it was broken and suffering both from grief at the loss of Geoff and from the growing mountain of expenses and bills.
Paper routes, shoveling snow and fast food restaurants didn’t pay much, but they offered two things: employment for eighteen year olds and more income than volunteering at the theatre.
As Bill threw himself into his jobs, his passions and hobbies took a backseat. As did his grades. Jealous of Damien’s financial luxuries, he refused any and all “hand-outs” from his best friend, and instead, turned to his technical theatre teacher. He got Bill a job at the theatre he worked at, which paid better than Bill’s short lived part time jobs on one condition—he got his grades up.
Thankful for this, he vowed to himself not to let his grades slip. His hard work paid off when he earned scholarships to colleges all around England. He, of course, majored in Technical Theatre.
He worked his way through college at different theatres, when one day, one them played host to a travelling ballet company. That was when he met Victorine Delavent, a talented and beautiful ballerina. He fell head over heels with her, and after a little more than a year of dating, he proposed. She turned him down, saying she was in love with someone else and she was merely dating Bill to fill up time while she waited for him to return. Although broken hearted, he finished school, and worked his way across Europe in different theatres, finally stopping when he fell in love again— with Paris.
Gender: male
Date of Birth: January 28
Age: 28
Occupation: Stage Manager at the Garnier
AI: Hugh Dancy
Personality: Bill was always an adventurous boy, preferring to climb trees and explore caves to doing what the other boys at his school did on field trips. His mother always insisted he be a better role model for his younger brothers and sisters by NOT riding his motorcycle through the school hallways and eating sandwiches on the school roof. But he would simply shake his head, insisting that his siblings form their own path, instead of walking his.
Though he is very rash and reckless (which provides nice anecdotes to the numerous scars on his body), he has a level head and cool air about him which causes for sarcastic remarks, suave, smooth talking, and getting what he wants. This also causes for flirtatious situations which causes him to flip his charm switch to “on” and flash his nicest smile.
He’s a generally calm guy, albeit, very defensive about things he loves. He’s flippant and uses sarcasm in any possible situation.
History: Inside Wiltshire, there is a small village called ‘Castle Combe’, home to 350 inhabitants. Among them is the MaCarthy brood. Born to Artie and Mildred MaCarthy, who grew up together in Castle Combe and started their family at a young age, Bill was the oldest of seven children: Benjamin (Ben), Penny, Frederic (Fred) and Geoffery (Geoff), Rupert (who, after falling out of a tree Bill and Ben had persuaded him to climb and brok both legs, is “affectionately” called Gimpy), and Virginia (known as Weasel by Bill). Although they never had much money, his father being a mechanic and his mother being a housewife, they always had a roof over their head, clothes on their backs, plenty of food on the table, and most importantly, they always had each other. They were loud and closely knit, living in a house built by his father and grandfathers, meaning that there was plenty of room for each new child that was born into their family and then some to spare. It seemed to Bill that as soon as he got used to having a new kid in the house to share attention and food with, another one came along. But Bill, being the eldest was always the role model, and as each new sibling was a born, there was more and more responsibility to take on. It wasn’t unwelcomed, he loves each one of his siblings, but it still made him jealous of the attention his younger siblings got.
But the one time when he had at least one of his parents’ undivided attention was when he would work with his dad on cars. It was then that he found his love for metal work and building things. Bill discovered that he loved working with his hands, and his constant use of them led to working with wood and paints, which somehow sparked an interest within him for technical theatre. When watching his siblings got to be a hassle, or stress at school got high, instead of using typical things as an escape, he turned to carpentry to relieve himself of burdens. He found that he could take unpleasant feelings and turn them into something wonderful.
When he was thirteen, he stopped coming home after school. Having a certain disregard for rules and stipulations, he veered off the path while riding his bike and ended up several miles from Castle Combe. After discarding his bike, he explored the odd new area and came across a theatre. He snuck in through the stage door and was immediately drawn to the actors on the stage. The actors themselves weren’t particularly good, and the already complex language of Shakespeare went right over Bill’s curly head. But what made the story of “Twelfth Night” make sense was the scenery behind them, the mood the lighting cast across the players as they spoke. Bold and intrepid, Bill sought after the director and nearly demanded a job there. The man laughed and told him that a child could only get hurt on a tech crew. But Bill was insistent. And although the man never bothered to learn Bill’s name, he set him up with the stage manager who taught him the basics of technical theatre. Bill wowed him with his ability with power tools and was able to help out the small tech crew of the run down theatre.
He kept this a secret to avoid ridicule from friends, who found theatre a waste of time, and to avoid the exasperated sighs of his parents who knew he was notorious for his lack of commitment and constant changing of hobbies. So he returned to the theatre every weekend, his parents unsure of his whereabouts. But tired of sneaking behind his parents’ back, he confessed. Surprisingly, they were thrilled, proud and excited he finally found his niche.
In school, his core teachers found him intelligent, but lazy, exasperating and mischievous. Many of them contacted his parents, one of them quit, but his technical theatre teacher, seeing “potential and bright future” for Bill, took him under his wing. So when Bill got suspended for “serenading” the school over the PA system, his technical theatre teacher vouched for him.
Also in school was where Bill met and befriended Damien Michaud. Damien was a shy boy with a good eye and nice clothes. Bill asked to work with him on a design project, which, much to Bill’s confusion, excited Damien. The boy was funny and was a good foil to Bill. Amazingly, the boy connected with the rest of the MaCarthys just as quickly as he had with Bill. There was no denying their instantaneous and lifelong friendship. They are, in fact, still friends to this day.
The winter of Bill’s eighteenth birthday, Bill and Ben were in charge of watching the rest of the siblings while his parents went into town. Bill didn’t know until he heard the ice on the pond break that responsibility had a sound. It was an earth shattering sound. His head shot toward the window just in time to see four hands slip beneath the ice. He did a head count. Geoff and Fred were missing. He and Ben ran to the pond, and together fished their younger brothers out. Penny called Artie and Mildred. Shivering and blue, Geoff and Fred’s ashen faces glowed in the firelight and Bill and Ben looked on in shock, dumbfounded, and unsure what to do.
They were diagnosed with Pneumonia, a sickness that took the hearing away in one of Fredric’s ears and sucked away like a parasite at their parents' bank account. Geoff wasn’t as lucky. He died at home before the doctor came to see the twins for the day.
Bill was beside himself. His family was the most important thing to him and now it was broken and suffering both from grief at the loss of Geoff and from the growing mountain of expenses and bills.
Paper routes, shoveling snow and fast food restaurants didn’t pay much, but they offered two things: employment for eighteen year olds and more income than volunteering at the theatre.
As Bill threw himself into his jobs, his passions and hobbies took a backseat. As did his grades. Jealous of Damien’s financial luxuries, he refused any and all “hand-outs” from his best friend, and instead, turned to his technical theatre teacher. He got Bill a job at the theatre he worked at, which paid better than Bill’s short lived part time jobs on one condition—he got his grades up.
Thankful for this, he vowed to himself not to let his grades slip. His hard work paid off when he earned scholarships to colleges all around England. He, of course, majored in Technical Theatre.
He worked his way through college at different theatres, when one day, one them played host to a travelling ballet company. That was when he met Victorine Delavent, a talented and beautiful ballerina. He fell head over heels with her, and after a little more than a year of dating, he proposed. She turned him down, saying she was in love with someone else and she was merely dating Bill to fill up time while she waited for him to return. Although broken hearted, he finished school, and worked his way across Europe in different theatres, finally stopping when he fell in love again— with Paris.
