[CLOSED] When Tower Angels Fall | Dystopian Podcast Series
Kara(Lee) for Victoria
Mid 30s. Detached. Domineering. Calculated.
The formidable leader of Fionn’s once-untouchable cartel, falling steadily from grace thanks to the riots unwittingly sparked by her subordinates. Despite a short temper and even shorter emotional reach, she harbours a genuine care for those in her underground family, but will do what she must to keep herself afloat above all others.
Voice type: low pitch, any accent. Authoritative and with a decent roughness to reflect her lifestyle.
[distracted, muttered, harsh]
He’s here. I mean, he was… Hidin’ in the crowd. (Beat.) No, the ghost o’ Prince Philip – ‘course it was fucking Turner!
[furious, dominating, hissing]
CHEL! ENOUGH! Keep runnin’ that mouth of yours, you’ll wish you had anywhere left to run in this city – you understand?!
[venomous, hushed]
That’s all it is, my darling – two lines and I’m ‘ere forever. V for Vendetta… V for viper right over your empty little heart.
[wistful yet strangely firm, with a hint of threat]
My own are… many things, dearest. Wretched things, almost always, but good people, in their own way. Whatever they are, I built a nest and made sure every egg could fit, that I could help them hatch. I would’ve shared – I wanted to share. But you, two-faced as black and white, couldn’t resist being the fucking magpie because you could.
