The perception of Performing Arts is like a lake or river, pristine and beautiful on the surface. When everything is working as it should, all an audience sees is a magnificent production that puts on display the elegance and ability of its principle artists. A prima ballerina that executes a flawless Fouetté, a soprano perfectly hitting the highest octave. An actress that doesn't just sell a faultless performance but genuinely moves the audience and draws out their emotions. It all carefully masks an inconvenient truth, that beneath the surface of every show is a violent undercurrent of anxiety and tension. That every impeccable performance is the result of countless hours of dedication, blood, and sweat. What goes unseen are the casualties to just get that far. All the broken dreams and broken bodies just to get on stage one more time.
And the road to even get this far is long and brutal, like swimming against the current up roaring rapids or dancing with bare feet on broken glass.
The physical and mental demands to make it in performing arts, nevermind succeeding professionally, are staggering. Years of training are all but necessary, more often than not at prestigious institutions dedicated to a given art. Many of the most successful started their journies at early ages, giving up a normal childhood to dedicate themselves to study and practice. They live, eat, and breath it. Singing, dancing, acting, or playing instruments. The stress is high as is the chance for injury. Vocal cords can hemorrhage, fingers and toes can bruise or break. And if they can surmount all that, there is still one other obstacle. Nearly everyone they work with could be a rival, all competing for the same roles to get them one step further.
No matter the background, the attrition rate is sadly high and claim many hopefuls. Even after untold hours of hard work, many just drop out or give up. There is not a lot of money to be made except in the top percentile so many formerly hopeful starlets leave to find more financially secure careers. For those that remain, the best many can hope for are bit parts or background roles. Perhaps a spot on a community orchestra or a backup dancer for a lead performer. Sadly only a select few can ever truly shine through and stand out. To become famous and rise above their peers.
And in spite of it all many more will try. Even after knowing all of that, that only a select few will be chosen, they will answer their muses and try. With their blood. Their sweat. Their tears. They will give it their all.
This profile was created with the intent of randomly generating human, demi human, and furry characters that adhere to the theme of performing arts. This includes musicians, singers, and dancers of all kinds. Ballet and ballerinas are a personal favorite but even cheerleaders and members of a marching band will fall under the purview of this theme.
Possible ideas for a scene include but are not limited to:
Dealing with a Rival. Character A has been successful for far too long. Maliciously or not, Character A has outshined Character B and Character B is sick of it. Character B conspires to corner Character A and solve this matter one way or the other.
Clearing a spot. The next big production has been announced and all the casting has been done. Unfortunately Character A has become the understudy - or isn't even selected! - and this won't do. Time to clear a spot for Character A's epic rise to stardom.
Making a deal. Character A is in trouble. Character A is either not that good, falling behind, or is simply outshined by Character B (and possibly Character C and D and. . ). Desperate times call for desperate measures. Character A makes a deal with the devil, literally. Either performing a dark ritual, making a pact with a demonic entity, or using some kind of item (magical or pseudo science) to aid in their rise to stardom. Character A may even take 'revenge' on Character B. Plot twist, the price could optionally be too high.
The Black Revue. Overseen by the Gods of theater and all the Muses, only one can rule the stage.
