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Everyone today knows of Muse A, Muse B, and the pre-Hays Code classic movie that made them gods in Hollywood: "Me and Achilles," a movie about the relationship of Patroclus and Achilles. However, many are not aware of the history beind the iconic movie nor the relationship between famous director Muse A and legendary actor Muse B.

In the summer of 1913, Muse A visiting Munich for the summer to help his uncle direct a movie. One late mid-July night, he ran into a handsome man who came from Marseilles to visit family. The two spend the night together, but what was supposed to be a one night stand, turned out to be a month long summer fling. The two were in love. Sometimes Muse A would write poems and screenplays in bed while brushing his lover's hair.

They promised to meet in Munich next year, but a war would take over Europe and the entire world. Both thinking they would never see each other again. Muse A went on with his life. While not being able to enlist when the Americans joined the Great War, he worked in a military office. He married, had two sons and a daughter, and continued to direct and write movies. Even as life went on, he never forgot about his lover in Munich.

And Muse B hadn't forgotten about him either. His dream was to become an actor and he hoped that it would lead him to Muse A again. When Europe broke into war, he returned home to Marseilles before enlisting in the French military in 1915. In 1919, he emigrated to the United States and changed his name in order to get more auditions and gigs. He even worked on his American accent too.

Now it is 1923. After being rejected over 20 times or playing small roles, he landed the role of Achilles for none other than "Me and Achilles." The night after getting the role, his manager arranges for Muse B to meet with the director: Muse A.

Neither of them expected to see the other again. When they made eye contact, it was like they were in Munich all over again. They both wanted it to be Munich again. As far as they knew, it can be.


  • Experienced rpers only
  • At least one paragraph response with good grammar and spelling
  • As this is a 1920s American rp, there will be mentions of drugs, alcohol, homophobia, smoking, and maybe violence.
  • Please try to respond at least once per day. My response times will vary, but I will do my best to respond as quickly as possible.
  • andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules
  • Swearing is fine, but keep it to a minimum.
  • No smut, if it gets to that point, we will just skip over it. References to it are okay.
  • Template will be posted when someone joins. We can discuss roles and such. I have no preference for A or B.
  • I believe that is it for now. If you have any questions, just let me know. :)

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(Sorry for the wait! Classes have been keeping me busy, but here's my character!)

Name: Johannes Alban Fashingbauer

  • Nicknames: Hans, Sapph/Sapphire
  • Alias: Jesse Hugo

Age: 28
Gender: Cis-male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Anytime you meet Hans, he has a smile on his face and it's his mission to make sure you have one too. Although he isn't an optimistic person, he radiates joy and warmth. A firey person, he is passionate just about anything he likes. If he is motivated enough, he'll go beyond the extra mile, yet he is usually discreet with his more compassionate doings. Hans loves, cares, and looks after people. He does not mind risking himself for situations, just as long as there's some outcome worth the while. He's more so closed off about personal, emotional things; it takes him a while to open up. Nonetheless Hans keeps his chin up while smiling and occasionally giving someone a wink.
Appearance: The thing about Hans is is that he looks like a real life Achilles. Despite his hair only being short and parted to the side and not long like the Greek hero, it's wavy and light blond. Hans keeps it gelled most of the time. His eyes are sapphire. He stands at six foot three with a muscular triangular body shape. A lot of his features come from his father. They are chiseled, giving him a more serious look. Hans has a resting serious face, but he smiles all the time. He has a prominent Roman shaped nose. There are some light scars on his forehead and right arm that he got from an aircraft crash during the war.
Backstory: Hans was born on July 23, 1895 in Marseilles, France. He is the fifth out of six children; five boys and one girl. His father, Nikolaus, was a banker from Munich. Although all of his father's side of the family lived in or around Munich, his father moved to Marseilles after reciving a job promotion. The twenty-one year old banker met a nineteen year old woman named Liliane Rousseau. Within a year they married and nine months later, Hans's older brother, August, was born. After August, Wolfgang, Erich, and Friedrich, Hans finally showed up. Life was not completely bleak for Hans, but it sure gave him a few dreadful moments. His parents divorced shortly after his sister, Beata, was born. From what Hans remembered, his parents' marriage wasn't a loveable one even before he was born. It wasn't long till his father had left for Munich too. Once a year, he visited his father during the summer for one month. The other months were spent in his grandparents' house outside of Marseilles. Whenever he wasn't in Catholic school, he was with his grandfather who usually took him to the theater or library. Little Hans tended to get sick quite often so his grandfather would bring the theater to him.

Ever since he could remember, Hans wanted to become an actor. It was a way for him to combine three things he loved: art, preforming, and making others happy. He preformed anywhere he could. At home, school, park, you name it. When he was 19, he wanted to go to acting school, but then war broke out in Europe. All of his brothers had enlisted but his mother prevented him from doing the same, saying that he was "too soft" and "didn't have enough strength to become a soldier." August died in the first battle of the Marne the day before the battle ended. Wolfgang died on the first day of the second battle of Ypres.

Before his mother could say anything, Hans enlisted into the French military. He was assigned to calvary, serving in the aviation branch. Once his plane had crashed behind German lines, the barely surviving Hans was taken as prisoner for seven months before escaping. In those months, he preformed Shakespeare among other playwrights for prisoners and prison staff alike. He continued being a fighter pilot when he returned to the French. By the time the war ended, he was accredited for shooting down seven observation balloons. When he returned home did he learned that only him and Erich survived.

Hans couldn't bear to live in Europe anymore; he didn't believe he could accomplish his dreams of acting there. He emigrated to New York City where he worked several jobs while trying to get acting gigs. For awhile he lived with a comrade, Jesse Callahan, and his family. After preforming in his sixth play, An Ideal Husband, he met Allen Dickinson. Allen became his manager before taking him all the way to Hollywood.
Song(s): "La Maritza" by Sylvie Vartan, "Run Boy Run" by Woodkid
Other: His stage name holds inspiration from his life. "Jesse" comes from Jesse Callahan, an American soldier he had met and befriended towards the end of the war. "Hugo" comes from the famous French author, Victor Hugo; it's his grandfather's favorite author. Hans always wears a silver cross necklace gifted to him by Beata unless he has to dress for a role.


(I’m having trouble with the backstory, tbh. I have an overall idea of it, but it’s been very difficult to write it down, especially with school and everything. I finished college exams tho, so hopefully I can get it done)


Name: Uriah Laurent
Nicknames/Alias: Poet (by… a previous lover), Pa (by his children)
Age: 30
Gender: male, he/him
Sexuality: gay, but will vehemently deny it
Personality: Uriah has always been a sensible, matter-of-fact type of person. Usually he likes to be in the background, observing from afar. However, through his experiences he has learned to be vocal, to get into the thick of things when necessary. He has also learned to stay composed at the same time. He has a calm, unassuming presence, and if you were a mere acquaintance, you’d think he didn’t have any sense of humor. If you knew him better, perhaps as a friend, you’d know his sense of humor is more specific, more… dark. You’d also know that he has an eye for drama and gossip, though as an observer, not a participant. He tends to hide a more spontaneous, perhaps more flamboyant side.
Appearance: Uriah is a bit on the thinner side, though his legs have more noticeable muscle. Overall his frame is very angular and bony, and he has the complexion of newly polished wood. He has a boxy face with a sharp jaw, and he has large facial features, aside from his eyes which are more narrow. His eyes are also small coals, framed by thick eyebrows. He has a slight tooth gap behind his full lips, and his dark hair is close cut to his head, with it being slightly longer at the top.
Backstory: Uriah was born in 1893 to a lumberman father and a school teacher mother. His father was a formerly enslaved man who escaped when he was a teenager, and met his mother once he started selling lumber. After a few years, they married and had Uriah. They lived on the outskirts of a small town near a forest, where his father could pick up the wood from the lumberjacks and take it to the town to sell. It was a mostly black settlement that his father helped to found, and it was quiet. Simple. People knew each other, and helped each other. And so, Uriah’s early childhood was rather blissful. Until, well… his parents tried having another child after him, and it ended in a miscarriage. Uriah was around 2 years old, and he barely remembers it now, but he does have the recollection that something changed. His mother. She had always seemed stuck in a distant time. So did his father, likely in the time when he was enslaved but he showed that externally with his stern voice and bursts of anger, which intensified after the miscarriage. His mother kept it inside, with only her eyes drifting off into the distance and her voice going quiet to show for it. For a while, she couldn’t seem to give Uriah much attention. He didn’t understand what had happened until much later. As the years went by, things slowly returned to normal. Mostly. Things had changed, and the town grew. In school, Uriah showed his intellect and creativity, but he wasn’t the best at making friends. Luckily, he wasn’t bullied too often since his mother was the teacher.
When he was around 9, the town became subjected to a race riot. To this day, he doesn’t know what caused it. Perhaps a white town nearby saw how their black settlement was growing and grew scared. It was raining that day, so everyone was inside, and there was little time to realize something was wrong before the first bullet shattered a window. It wasn’t long before chaos ensued, and the sky turned from dark gray to a burning orange. The Laurents’ home was set ablaze too. They all made it out, but they had no where to go but away. They passed through other towns, one Italian family even took them in for a while. Then, a few months after they were expelled from their home, his mother’s brother contacted them and let them stay at his place. It was a nice house, and there was enough room for everyone. Uriah’s uncle took a shine to him, and they hung out with each other a lot. This sparked his interest in film and screenplay. Although in the beginning, his uncle worked more with cameras and photography, the way he chose his subjects and seeing how he made decisions about how to depict them fascinated Uriah. Things settled down during this time. Although he was interested in his uncle’s work, during this time, at around 11, he started helping his father with lumbering. And, although things seemed to have settled down, he was not shielded from the hatred and discrimination from white neighbors. His parents tried their best, but even as a child, Uriah was robbed, verbally abused, and humiliated. He always seemed to handle this with surprising maturity, but really he didn’t want his parents to worry. A while later, his uncle said he was going to Europe to see what filmmaking and photography was like there, and he left the house in the Laurent’s care. Uriah then began to explore his new interests with more vigor. They offered an escape from all the struggles, sometimes a way to express his feelings about those struggles. He would sometimes take a photograph, then write a poem or narrative based on the photograph. His parents thought it was a little strange, but for the most part, they supported him. This eventually led to him following his uncle to Europe.
That came to a halt once the war began. Both Uriah and his uncle had to move back to America, where he felt… mostly distracted. This distraction became evident when he completed his first motion picture, with the help of his uncle. It was a short flick about a man traveling the world. Eventually, when America joined the war, his father was drafted. This wore his mother down even more than she already was, so Uriah didn’t become a soldier. He decided to work in a military office. He received a letters from his father every now and again, but eventually they stopped. He never heard from his father again. There was no word of whether he was dead or alive. Just that he was declared missing and never found. Uriah moved on. He didn’t want to worry his mother. Writing poems and screenplays when he could was a nice distraction. He met a woman who he eventually befriended, and later he married her to please his mother and to reassure himself that… well, he was normal. After the war, they settled down and he decided to take up his father’s old job of selling lumber. He also got in contact with his uncle again, and dove a little deeper into the world of film. Although the discrimination he faced prevented him from making it big, he did gain a foothold once he released a second motion picture. It was a bit of a rocky start though, the reception of both films were mixed. Uriah began to doubt himself, despite his wife and uncle reassuring him. Speaking of which, his marriage also became a little rocky. Especially when his wife, Evelyn, expressed a desire for children. He became distant from her, but his mother also expressed a desire for grandchildren, and so he went through with it to appease them both. And so, he started a family with Evelyn. This only eased some of the tension. A boy, another boy, and a girl. Only then was his wife satisfied. To be fair, Uriah did love his family. He understood Evelyn’s wants and needs, but it was easier for him to think of her as a sister and a friend, not a wife or lover. Meanwhile, he tried something different. He collected all the poetry he had written over the years and decided to publish it as an anthology. This was a considerable success, and it allowed to him to push further with his films. He decided to do something more ambitious, and more risky. A full feature film. This was how “Me and Achilles” was born.
Song(s): Power- Damien Escobar, The Weight of Us- Sanders Bohlke, Talk to You- Ricky Montgomery
Other: This man wrote a lot of homoerotic poetry. I just know he did. He didn’t publish it though, for obvious reasons. Also, his children are very sweet. They are Adam (3), Jerome (2), and Louisa (6 months)

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There is nothing like a dream to create the future. Hans remembered his grandfather reciting the Victor Hugo quote to him practically every single day. And for as long as he can recall, that is what he did: dream. He dreamed of acting in theaters around the world, being watched by people from all walks of life. He dreamed of it often. Even during the war, if he ever had time to, he used it as a method of escaping the hell he was living in.

Dreams are complicated. They seemed to be lovely in his mind but extremely difficult to live out. Hans tried to chase them in France and all the way across the Atlantic in New York City, but he wasn't sure if he was getting any closer to them. If he was not out at auditions, then he was working at one of his jobs. Every now and then he would a get role in something, yet he found himself in a never ending cycle: auditions, work, repeat.

But then his manager, Allen Dickinson, came into the picture. Suddenly Hugo was chasing his dreams to Hollywood. He even took on a new name "Jesse Hugo" in order to make himself look appealing. Since he had stepped foot into this strange place, he had no clue what was going on. Having Allen was a huge relief, but still, he felt strangely alert and excited. The feeling had lingered in him the moment Allen told him he got an audition for some Greek mythology hero. Oh how he would never forget the name "Me and Achilles" printed on the front page of the script.

Ever since he read those three words, his life had changed. Hans had no idea where he was. He's only been in Los Angeles for a few months. All Allen told him was to dress nice because he'd be having dinner with the movie director. "Come on Hans, it'll be great!" His manager assured him, "The guy's a real fella. Good writer and easy to talk to." To be honest, the whole conversation was a blur. How he was able to get a role in a movie was a wonder beyond him. He wondered how Allen managed to set up a one on one dinner with him and the director.

Seriously, he had no clue how he ended up standing in front of a restaurant in the middle of a strange city, standing next to his manager who helped him land his first movie role. One second he was sitting backstage in New York wondering whether he should continue on or go back to live his sister and husband in Paris. Now he was even further away from his home country. Even the thought of going back was far away from him.

A crumbled up piece of paper was clutched in his left hand. He used the other to open the door. The place was dim, smoky, and refined. Even the restaurant host looked ornate in his uniform. Hans gradually walked up to the man. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me, I'm here to meet a Mister Laurent. I believe he already has been seated." The host looked up at him, "One moment, sir," then looked down at the reservation book. Hugo's eyes peered out into the restaurant, looking to see if he could find the director he was to meet very soon.


Fine china, tall glasses, rounded tables with soft, ruffled tablecloths. It wasn’t often that Uriah found himself in a place like this. It didn’t even have a colored section, no one expected a black person such as himself to eat here. He sat alone at a table, far away from any other patrons of the establishment, taking a moment to look at all the finery. Soon, however, his thoughts turned to business. Since he was to meet a potential cast member for his next project, a well-to-do establishment such as this was the only appropriate place for it.
Initially, he had tried to make the entire cast black, to put a twist to the Achilles and Patroclus story and perhaps make some interesting commentary. However, this was a risk, one that not many were willing to take. So, Uriah had to remove these requirements, though he still hoped to have a considerable number of black actors in prominent roles. And of course, when he received calls from actors and managers alike, he couldn’t just decline immediately. He wanted to consider them all, and choose the best actor for the job. When he eventually answered the phone with Allen Dickinson on the other end, refusing was out of the question. From what he heard so far, Dickinson’s client was adequate, and worth meeting up with.
He remembered when he first presented his idea to his uncle, he was met with surprise. Uncle Dean knew he liked reading poetry, including Homer’s works, but never imagined that he liked it enough to base an entire film on it. Indeed, while he had found The Iliad to drag on in various parts of the story, somehow the dynamic between Achilles, Patroclus, and the other Greek soldiers struck a chord with him. Plus, he hasn’t heard of anyone doing something similar before, so it seemed original enough. His uncle gave his support, intrigued by where his nephew would take the story. Together, he, Uriah, and another writer worked on the script, and now all they needed was a cast. As of today, a good half of the actors had been chosen. Bit by bit, he was coming closer to completing this project, and hopefully see his ambitions pay off.

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The host kept flipping through the pages while muttering, "Mister Laurent." Hans gazed down at the floor. He bit the inside of his cheek. Soon a waiter walked behind the host. He stopped the waiter by tapping on his shoulder then leaned in to whisper something. The waiter looked down at the host book then gazed over at Hans with a light smile, "Please follow me, Sir."

Hans muttered a thanks then followed after the waiter. He looked around at all of the tables, wondering which one is the director. Some were obviously not, although there a handful of tables that only had one person seated. A part of him would get excited any time he got near one of those tables, but then the excited would die down once he realized that the waiter was still walking.

It wasn't until they were at a distance away from others tables when the waiter finally stopped. "Here you go. Someone should be here to wait you two shortly." Hans nodded before heading towards his seat. "I am sorry for being late," He said while sitting down, "I hope the wait was worthwhile. My name is Jesse Hugo, pleased to meet…you…"

The smile on his face faded. "Uriah?" Memory was an awfully funny thing. He was sure that the director sitting in front of him was the same man he had loved years ago. Hans's eyes were wide. His jaw hung low. Never in a million years had he expected to see him again. Even though he dreamed of it often, he couldn't believe it now. "Is it really you?"


When the waiter came walking in his direction with another guest, Uriah was ready. He sat up straight and looked over expectantly at the guest. At first, he seemed to be greeted by the one and only Achilles himself. Fair hair, a tall and imposing figure, only dressed in a suit and not the loose linens of Ancient Greece. And then, realization struck his heart. No, no. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be…
Uriah stared at the man, his eyes wide as the other said his name. No, it was. It really was him. But how? So much time had passed, so many miles crossed.
“Hans.” Subconsciously, he reached for something to drink, but there was nothing. He sighed. “It is I.”
Everything he had been planning to say to start the conversation went out the window. Uriah was quiet for a few moments as he deliberated over what to say and how to say it. Things were different now. So, so different. But he still remembered how they used to speak.
“Or, should I call you Jesse Hugo, then?” Seemed to be the only thing he could muster.

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Part of living is letting go of people, knowing that you may never see them again. Hans was unable to let Uriah go, yet he was not confident that he would see his poet again. And after all the hell he's been through, he was unsure about everything. But here he is in a strange new world with a familiar face. Shock could not nearly suffice what he felt. What word in all the languages he knew could perfectly describe what he was feeling at the moment? Surely there had to be something and yet, it was no use.

Only a handful of people in this country, let alone the world, still call him "Hans." Allen liked to go back and forth between the two, although his wife calls the actor by his full first name. Names are names. At the end of the day, he knew who he was.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he lightly laughed then said, "Call me whatever you wish," He sighed, "Almost everyone here calls me Jesse. I'm sure Allen did when he told you about me."

He picked at the table cloth. "I promise whatever Allen told you about me is true," Hans tried to assure, "I may forget lines every now and then, but I do a great job at acting and I'm wonderful to have on set."