ALL FOR ONE © Introducing the Cast of All for One.
⚔︎ . . . je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit, je danse avec le vent, la pluie.

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"TOGETHER always, mes amis. All for one, and one for all."

FROM NOW ON // ONE REMAINS, CAN ONLY BE WHAT'S TRUE, IF ALL WAS LOST, IS MORE I GAIN, 'CAUSE IT LED ME BACK, TO YOU.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 JULIUS CAESAR. Male. Twenty six. Bisexual (fem lean). Aquarius. Crown Prince. The beauty in humanity's chaos. Vines growing through humanity's cracks. Sculpting perfect imperfections. A mind brimming with invention. A soul chasing fleeting wonders. Creation forged in fire. Melody in the fractures. Restless hands building the future. Progress tempered with patience. Finding the aestheticism in the undone. A heart stitched with empathy. Mosaics of mended pieces. The kind of disorder done by design.

JULIUS CAESAR, ACT I, SCENE II.
SOOTHSAYER: Beware the Ides of March.
CAESAR: What man is that?
BRUTUS: A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
CAESAR: Set him before me. Let me see his face.
CASSIUS: Fellow, come from the throng. Look upon Caesar.
CAESAR: What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again.
SOOTHSAYER: Beware the Ides of March.
CAESAR: He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.
[Exit]

FALLIN' ALL IN YOU // BE MY SUMMER IN A WINTER DAY, LOVE, I CAN'T SEE ONE THING WRONG BETWEEN THE BOTH OF US.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 TWELFTH NIGHT. Male. Twenty four. Pansexual. Sagittarius. Second Prince. Confidence light as a silk scarf. Charm that flows like a lazy river. A grin that makes the world exhale. A heartbeat attuned to adventure's rhythm. Kindness camouflaged by irreverence. Restless like a comet through the night. A reckless breeze in a stifling room. Danger cloaked in comfort. Truth spoken like a lover's whisper. A compass guided by curiosity. Lion's courage in a fox's frame. The echo of a bird's first flight.

TWELFTH NIGHT, ACT II, SCENE III.
FOOL: [sings] What is love? 'Tis not hereafter.
Present mirth hath present laughter.
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

ANDREW: A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight.
TOBY: A contagious breath.
ANDREW: Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.
TOBY: To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? Shall
We rouse the night owl in a catch that will draw
Three souls out of one weaver? Shall we do that?
ANDREW: An you love me, let's do 't. I am dog at a catch.
[Exit]

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT // THESE CRASHING WAVES WASH OVER ME LIKE A HURRICANE, I'LL CAPTIVATE, YOU'RE HYPNOTISED.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 KING LEAR. Female. Twenty three. Lesbian. Virgo. Princess. Thorned rose in a gilded vase. Eyes that dare the world to look away. Grace tempered by steel. A knight's soul behind a regal mask. Words that defy convention. A song sung off-key with perfect intent. Firelight dancing in the storm. A heart too wild for confinement. Fireworks against a dull sky. Kindness as fierce as her will. Sarcasm wrapped in sincerity. Unladylike laughter through empty halls. A phoenix rising from propriety.

KING LEAR, ACT I, SCENE IV.
GONERIL: A little to disquantity your train,
And the remainders that shall still depend
To be such men as may besort your age,
Which know themselves and you.
LEAR: Darkness and devils!-Saddle my horses.
Call my train together. Degenerate bastard,
I'll not trouble thee. Yet have I left a daughter.
GONERIL: You strike my people, and your disordered
Rabble make servants of their betters.
[Exit]

SAVAGE // YOU KNOW I'M NOT A SAINT, BUT I CAN MAKE YOU PRAY, SO GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES, GIVE ME A REASON I SHOULD STAY.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 MACBETH. Female. Twenty five. Lesbian. Capricorn. Princess. The cold kiss of a moon that never rises for you. Echoes of lies told in the dark. The hollow whisper of prayers that will never be answered. Beauty masked by a venomous grace. The glint of a crown made from shattered dreams. Darkness that blooms like a rose in winter. Weights of promises made to be broken. The ice of a frozen lake. Gentle touches that burn. A burning star in the velvet sky. The flutter of wings bound by invisible chains.

MACBETH, ACT I, SCENE V.
MACBETH: My dearest love, Duncan comes here tonight.
LADY MACBETH: And when goes hence?
MACBETH: Tomorrow, as he purposes.
LADY MACBETH: O, never shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men may read
Strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue. Look like th' innocent flower,

But be the serpent under 't. He that's coming
Must be provided for; and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch,
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
MACBETH: We will speak further.
LADY MACBETH: Only look up clear. To alter favour
Ever is to fear. Leave all the rest to me.
[Exit]

GIRL ON FIRE // WE GOT OUR FEET ON THE GROUND, AND WE'RE BURNIN' IT DOWN, GOT OUR HEAD IN THE CLOUDS, AND WE'RE NOT COMIN' DOWN.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 AS YOU LIKE IT. Female. Twenty five. Omnisexual (fem lean). Aries. Palace maid. The burning of a wildfire in her soul. A touch that ignites the fire of change. Gazes that strip away fear and replace it with awe. A smile that promises nothing but hard-won triumph. The learned wisdom of youth. A touch that promises a better tomorrow. Crowns made of grit not gold. Ambition that blinds everything in its path. The gentle weight of a father's legacy. A voice that rings with the certainty of destiny.

AS YOU LIKE IT, ACT II, SCENE IV.
ROSALIND: O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
Oh Jove, my spirit is worn out!
TOUCHSTONE: I care not for my spirits, if my
Legs were not weary.
I wouldn't care about my spirit, if my
Legs weren't so tired.
ROSALIND: I could find in my heart to disgrace
My man's apparel, and to cry like a woman,
But I must comfort the weaker vessel, as
Doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous
To petticoat. Therefore courage, good Aliena.

RISE UP // YOU'RE BROKEN DOWN AND TIRED, OF LIVING LIFE ON A MERRY GO ROUND, AND YOU CAN'T FIND THE FIGHTER, BUT I SEE IT IN YOU.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. Female. Twenty five. Lesbian. Libra. Palace maid. The warmth of a hearth, wrapped in ice. A heart that knows sacrifice and chooses it anyway. The sharpness of a mind ever-cutting to the truth. Brutal honesty you'll thank her for. The guiding spirit of Joan of Arc sparkling in her gaze. An angel's light that burns within a mortal soul. The strings of a soul that vibrate with divine music. Notes that weave a tapestry of hope and ambition. A steadfast devotion that guide steps like holy fire.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, ACT I, SCENE I.
BENEDICK: Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is
Certain, I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted;
And I would I could find in my heart that I had not a
Hard heart, for truly I love none.
BEATRICE: A dear happiness to women. They would
Else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I
Thank God and my cold blood I am of your humour
For that. I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow
Than a man swear he loves me.
[Exit]

THIS FEELING // WE ALL GOT EXPECTATIONS, AND SOMETIMES THEY GO WRONG, BUT NO ONE LISTENS TO ME, SO I PUT IT IN THIS SONG.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 ROMEO & JULIET. Female. Twenty six. Pansexual. Taurus. Palace maid. Roses that would smell as sweet by any other name. The light of a muse, bright and sweet. Eyes that speak of longing. The soul of a songbird, a melody in motion. Perfumed letters, distracted sketches and faded proposals. The magic of a soft, fleeting touch. A love that blooms forever. Embraces that linger in dreams. Warmth in stolen glances and smiles. Unapologetic hopeless romanticism. The spark of a thousand love sonnets.

ROMEO & JULIET, ACT II, SCENE II.
ROMEO: Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-
JULIET: O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant
Moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
ROMEO: What shall I swear by.
JULIET: Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt,
Swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of
My idolatry, and I'll believe thee.
ROMEO: If my heart's dear love-
JULIET: Well, do not swear.
[Exit]

PRETTY'S ON THE INSIDE // I AM NOT THE WORDS I'VE SAID, THESE IMAGES THEY SELL, MAYBE NONE OF IT IS REAL, AND I COULD LOVE THE WAY I FEEL.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. Female. Twenty four. Panromantic demisexual. Capricorn. Palace maid. Shining like sunlight, warming everyone she meets. Wanting to be heard and not only seen. Endless optimism, soft-hearted and misunderstood. Searching for flowers in the darkest corners. The essence of kindness. A free spirit dancing through the countryside. Cherished companionship in woodland creatures. The internal and external essence of beauty. Soft voice, loud heart. A dove that longs to spread its wings and soar.

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, ACT V, SCENE I.
HIPPOLYTA: I am aweary of this moon. Would
He would change.
THESEUS: It appears by his small light of
Discretion that he is in the wane; but yet,
In courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time.
LYSANDER: Proceed, Moon.
STARVELING, as Moonshine: All that I have to
Say is to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon,
I the man i' th' moon, this thornbush my
Thornbush, and this dog my dog.
DEMETRIUS: Why, all these should be in the
Lanthorn, for all these are in the moon. But
Silence. Here comes Thisbe.

FLUTE, as Thisbe: This is old Ninny's tomb.
Where is my love?
SNUG, as lion: O!
[The lion roars. Thisbe runs off, dropping
her mantle.]
DEMETRIUS: Well roared, Lion.
THESEUS: Well run, Thisbe.
HIPPOLYTA: Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon
Shines with a good grace.
[Exit]

MOUNT EVEREST // I BURN DOWN TWICE JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT (TELL 'EM), SO MUCH MONEY, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. Male. Twenty five. Heterosexual. Scorpio. Musketeer. The rock upon which others lean. A sentinel who never abandons his post. Mirrors that reflect unwavering principles. Reassuring hands on shoulders and pats on the back. Disciplined and deliberate dance steps through a crowd. An architect of paths through moral thickets. Cockiness earned in hours. The dawn breaking over restless nights. A storyteller closing a chapter with grace. The fearlessness in a lion's hunt.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, ACT II, SCENE I.
BERTRAM: I am commanded here, and kept
A coil with 'too young' and 'the next year' and
'Tis too early'. I am commanded to remain here,
And am told I am "Too young" and "the next
Year" and "it's too early."
PAROLLES: An thy mind stand to 't, boy, steal
Away bravely. If you've fixed on fighting, boy,
Steal away to the wars bravely.

BERTRAM: I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry, till
Honour be bought up and no sword worn
But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away.
Otherwise, I'd stay here to dance with women,
Creaking my shoes on the flat stone,
Until there was honour left to buy. I'd wear no
Sword except one to dance with. By heaven,
I'll steal away.
[Exit]

JEALOUS // I WISH YOU'D SAVE A LITTLE BIT JUST FOR ME, PROTECTIVE OR POSSESSIVE? GIRL, CALL IT PASSIVE OR AGGRESSIVE.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 CORIOLANUS. Male. Twenty one. Bisexual. Leo. Musketeer. The brightest gem in a crown's jewels. Silk threads spun into the fabric of a calculated smile. A shimmering mirage that vanishes upon approach. The golden mask hiding a boy who wants to be seen. Champagne poured into crystal, effervescent and fragile. The sun eclipsed by its own need to shine. A king card disguised as the jester. Laurel crowns that wilt behind closed doors. Velvet gloves concealing iron fists. A fox draped in ermine and crowned with diamonds.

CORIOLANUS, ACT IV, SCENE V.
CORIOLANUS: I have deserved no better
Entertainment, in being Coriolanus.
SECOND SERVINGMAN: Whence are you,
Sir? Has the porter his eyes in his head;
That he gives entrance to such companions?
Pray, get you out.
CORIOLANUS: Away!
SECOND SERVINGMAN: Away! Get you
Away.
CORIOLANUS: Now, thou 'rt troublesome.
[Exit]

TAKE ME TO CHURCH // I'LL WORSHIP LIKE A DOG AT THE SHRINE OF YOUR LIES, I'LL TELL YOU MY SINS AND YOU CAN SHARPEN YOUR KNIFE.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 HAMLET. Twenty five. Bisexual. Aquarius. Musketeer. The fire that flickers, never fully snuffed, never fully free. A servant's heart, devoted without hesitation. Irritated scowls and wary sidelong glances. Sacrifices left at the altar. A cold wind in a forgotten graveyard. Unspoken vows as a reason to live. Redemption found in ashes. Ghosts of vengeance that roam the earth. Bloodied roses and iron rings. Souls that find companionship in disrepair. The call of the wild that hums in the blood of the damned. A wolf in wolf's clothing.

HAMLET, ACT III, SCENE I.
HAMLET: To be or not to be-that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep-
No more-and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to-'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-to
Sleep, perchance to dream.

THREE MINUTES // WE'LL HAVE SHAKEN OFF THE HABITS OF A DIFFERENT LOVE, AND FORGOTTEN EVERYTHING WE ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 MEASURE FOR MEASURE. Male. Twenty four. Androsexual. Capricorn. Musketeer. Silent strength, a shield against the storm. Patience honed in the forge of duty. Speaking the language of honour. A stoic face that betrays nothing, yet everything. The reassuring lull of an unyielding warrior. Ever present loyalty. Watchful protection and a calm mind. Deliberate steps in the darkest hours. Fortress of a soul, heart of a protector. The last glimpse of light lining the arrival of twilight. Hawk eyes that reveal what words don't

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, ACT II, SCENE I.
ESCALUS: It grieves me for the death of Claudio;
But there's no remedy.
JUSTICE: Lord Angelo is severe.
ESCALUS: It is but needful: Mercy is not itself,
That oft looks so;
Pardon is still the nurse of second woe:
But yet,-poor Claudio! There is no remedy.
Come, sir.
[Exit]

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Cast finally up RAHHH, sorry about the long wait. I take back what I said before, the graphics kinda ate idk (always a kind of 'growing on you' thing with graphics). Anyway, there's nothing I need people to do specifically here (no opinions, no rankings). Most of the love interests have already been decided, but feel free to reach out to me on Discord to ask what characters are available and you can then discuss with that character's admin and get back to me! While romance isn't the main plot here, it is fairly significant, in the same way romance subplots are in period dramas. Since the cast is fairly significant in size, do keep in mind that characters will not necessarily all feature in every chapter, but if you're active then character mentions should even out overall! The first chapter hopefully won't take too long, but I do want to ideally update Cluedo and LTS first. Anyhow, that's all from me, and if you didn't understand half the Shakespeare extracts, don't worry, took me a solid amount of time to wrap my head around them </3