This is a basic representation of my characterization. Recorded in my home studio, it shares a small corner of my versatility.
Middle Aged (35-54)
England - London (Cockney, Estuary, East End), French, North American, Scottish
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during the whole of a dull, dark and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens. I had been passing alone on horseback through a singularly dreary, attractive country, and at length found myself as the shades of the evening drew on within view of the melancholy house of Usher. The Opera Coast really existed. It was not as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable planes of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box keepers, the cloakroom attendants, or the concierge. Sybil vein stepped onto the stage. Yes, she was certainly lovely to look at one of the loveliest creatures. Lord Henry thought that he had ever seen. There was something of the phone in her shy grace and startled eyes, A faint blush like the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver came across her cheeks as she glanced at the crowded enthusiastic house. Old Marley was as dead as a doornail mind. I don't mean to say that I know of my own knowledge what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined myself to regard a coffin nail as the deadest piece of iron Mondrian, the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile and Mayan hallowed hands shall not disturb it. What the country is done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a doornail
Characters, Cowboy, Narrator, Storyteller, Amusing, Animated, Articulate, Cartoon, Deep, Exaggerated, Narrator, Smooth, Whimsical, Charismatic, England - London (Cockney, Estuary, East End), French, North American, Scottish