[CLOSED] When Tower Angels Fall | Dystopian Podcast Series
Aivi for Pom
Early 20s. Sarcastic. Volatile. Emotionally dependent.
The biggest troublemaker you’ll ever find. Never content with anything, Pom will use whatever and whoever to get what she really wants: to feel truly safe at last. To have someone who will finally stay by her side. She’s always, always her own worst enemy - and everyone else’s to boot.
Voice type: medium-low pitch, charismatic with an edge of darkness. Her voice is her best manipulator. Any accent, though the ability to execute/mimic some Irish is strongly desired.
**Pom does engage in mild NSFW content, so please only audition for her if you are comfortable with this.
[sarcastic, irritable]
Oh, yeah, let’s start taking survival advice from the foetus – great idea! Please, I have piercings older than her…
[seductive, dark, fully aware of the double-entendre]
You just know that what people really want, way deep down, is someone to tell ‘em what to do… I know I do. Not like how it was before, fuck no, but… Someone who’s really capable of takin’ control. Tell ‘em when to lie down, roll over, sit tight an’ be good…
[distraught, desperate, furious]
Don’t. Don’t you look at me like that. Don’t look so sorry for me! What, like I’m some kid – some kid whose dad fucked off for cigs?! Yeah, well, I’m not! He promised! He promised, alright?! So – so don’t pity me – DON’T YOU FUCKING PITY ME!
(an agonised scream, long and distraught, as gut-wrenching as you can go)
