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Claude King

"My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go."

0 · 622 views · located in Verona, Pennsylvania

a character in “All The World's A Stage”, as played by katyisaladybug

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{"Let me be clear - no one is above the law. Not a politician, not a priest, not a criminal, not a police officer. We are all accountable for our actions.” ~ Antonio Villaraigosa}
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|{Full Name}|
Claudius William Henry King

|{Nickname}|
Claude, the name which most people know him by.

|{Age}|
38

|{Sexuality}|
Claims to be heterosexual, but is really hiding his homosexuality.

|{Occupation}|
Mayor of Verona. Before that, he was heavily active in politics, but never attained the same success that his brother had.

|{Role}|
Claudius/Duncan || Hamlet/Macbeth


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|{Appearance}|
Claude is a handsome man with hypnotizing eyes and a dapper smile that almost anyone can believe in. The way he appears and carries himself is just like how any professional politician should. Always wearing a suit and a tie, he stands at a humble 5'9'' and weighs 200 lbs on the dot. His skin is slightly sun-kissed, and is littered with stubble around his chin and mouth. His brown hair elegantly stands up on the top of his head like a crown. Claude saunters through the streets with such poise and purpose that strangers back away to let him pass by. After all, he still retains the same charisma and charm that he had when he was seventeen, so of course he always stands out in a crowd. His intoxicating voice, although crisp and tender, can be course during trying situations.

|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Charming ~ His witticism comes in handy in a variety of ways. He is able to dominate conversations, persuade others into joining his viewpoint, and hide any secrets and feelings of remorse behind his sharp smile.
Wine ~ Claude is one of those people who makes a hobby out of tasting and collecting fine wines. He prefers Danish wine over anything else.
Planning ~ He likes to keep people happy. Planning parties and other random events is just the way he goes about it. There's so much festivity in Verona, you'd think the town is a reincarnation of ancient Rome.
Fencing ~ Not playing the game, just watching it. Sometimes he'll hold fencing tournaments right in the middle of Verona's park. He always takes bets, and he always wins them.

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
Guilt ~ It plagues his mind so much, that he is unable to sleep at night. If only it were gone, he would be a normal man.
Secrets ~ Claude has more than his fair share of secrets, and he knows that if the public were to find out about them, his reputation, as well as his life, would be destroyed
Death ~ Peter Pan said to die would be an awfully great adventure, but for this man, death is nothing but a curse, whether it be upon loved ones or himself.

|{Family Tree}
Hamlet // Brother // Deceased
Gertrude King // Wife // Alive
Hamlet Jr. // Son/Nephew //

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|{Personality}|
(Sorry for the blankness, I'll put this up later...)




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|{History}|
(TBA with this one as well...will be added VERY soon, I promise!)




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|{Theme Song}

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run from me darlin'
run my good wife
run from me darlin'
you'd better run for your life

run from me baby
run my good wife
run from me baby
you better run for your life

and each time I see you
I contemplate
what I love most of all
your swingin' gaze

run from me darlin'
run my good wife
run from me darlin'
you'd better run for your life

run, run, run, run
run, run, run, run
run, run, run, run
run, run, run, run
run, run, run, run


|{Face Claim}
Robert Downey Jr. (*cough cough* Iron Man *cough*)

Character Dialogue || #7D0552



So begins...

Claude King's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ophelia Sprout Character Portrait: Romeo Montague Character Portrait: Juliet Capulet Character Portrait: Benedict Cavillor Character Portrait: Claude King Character Portrait: Katherine Minola Character Portrait: Paris Victor Character Portrait: Irving Macbeth Character Portrait: Hamlet, Jr. Character Portrait: Beatrice O'Conelly
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A perfect midsummer's day. Perhaps the most perfect midsummer's day the town of Verona had seen in ages.

Claude King sucked the thick, warm air into his nostrils and breathed it out through his mouth. The elements of the park were saccharine, but perfect for an excessively beautiful day such as this one. It stood right in the center of the bustling town, and it was almost shameful not to plan something in such a wonderful, flawless area.

So with a snap of his fingers, Claude commanded his many attendants to step forward. "Fellas," he crowed, "I think we've found our spot. It's time to start decorating."

With that, the group of men nodded, and busted into action. While most of the craftsmen got to work hanging streamers, balloons, and lanterns throughout the trees, a corpulent man named Nicholas Bottom spent his time carefully hammering a colorful sign into the park's grassy sod. It read...

~ A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S FESTIVAL ~
Come join the festivity from 6-10 pm!
Food, dancing, music, a performance by our acting trope, and a fun time for all!


With a cool glass of lemonade in his right hand, Claude readjusted his aviator sunglasses and gazed upon the soon-to-be masterpiece of the Midsummer Night's Festival - his own idea, and an event he presumed the entire town had been waiting for for months. Why such little notice for such an anticipated festival? The answer was quite simple...

Verona, quite frankly, was in chaos. Not in economic chaos, nor in chaos with another town or the state of Pennsylvania itself, but in emotional chaos. The residents these days seemed...uneasy. The morale of the people was low and terribly depressing. Why, even his own stepson, Hamlet Jr., was sulking in the shadows. What the small town needed was a gigantic pick-me-up. A simple smile in the midst of darkness. This festival would lift the mood, create new bonds, and make bold, valuable memories. It was extravagant, yes, but that was would Verona was supposed to be. After all, a little party never hurt nobody. What could go wrong?

After taking a long swig of lemonade from his glass, Claude grabbed some cards advertising the event, and began to hand them out to passersby, saying, "Come one and come all! Hope to see you there!"




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"Hello miss! Would you like-"

Before Ophelia Sprout could finish her sentence, the lady shot past her, not even grabbing the beautiful rose that the girl was holding out to her for free. Handing out flowers with tags on them to random strangers in order to promote the Midsummer Night's Festival was more work than it actually seemed. Still, Ophelia had to do it, or else her father would never let her back inside the house.

"Oh! Sir! Are you interested in-"

Just like the woman, the man scooted right past Ophelia, not even bothering to hear what her mousy voice had to utter.

She gazed down at the ground , then at the red, orange, and purple roses in her hands. This task was hopeless. Absolutely hopeless. If only she had a louder voice...then maybe people would hear her.

Birds sweetly chirping in the breeze, Ophelia calculatingly glanced to her left, then to her right. Slowly and gingerly, she placed the flowers down onto the sidewalk. She looked left and right once more, and then out of nowhere, broke out into a sprint.

Immediately she felt guilty for disobeying her father's orders, but once she saw the swarm of children crowd around the puddle of flowers, her doubts disappeared. He'd never know about what she really did if she just lied, but of course, Ophelia was a terrible liar, so that would never work.

If only her father wasn't so...commanding. Perhaps if he didn't have such a big job in the town and were just like everyone else, then maybe he wouldn't be so strict and mean all the time. After all, he was always getting into things that he didn't need to be getting into...like his daughter's relationship with her boyfriend.

It was all so confusing, and she didn't want to think about it right now. She just wanted to go to the park and chill underneath her favorite willow tree. So with speedy steps, that's exactly what she did. A beautiful river nearby, Ophelia plucked a stone from the ground below, and tossed it into the murky pool. The stone skipped across the water's surface, and she closed her eyes. She wished for happiness, health, and a wonderful summer.

And then like a child, she dropped to the ground, staring up at the clouds and humming the first tune that came to mind. Today would be a good day, and she knew it.