A cunning smile. Attractive yet powerful, a danger that needed to be heeded. A heart-throb that catered to peoples wants.

All these to describe a newer actor on the scene named Scaramouche. He'd only been working for a year now, but no doubt his good looks and ability to slip into intimidating yet attractive villain roles landed him jobs easily.

And it certainly wasn't anything to sneeze at. Even in his faults, it was rare the industry saw anyone this talented with such little experience.

You were somewhat of a seasoned veteran in your field and despite a few bumps in the road along with some nasty actors, you enjoyed working with others. You did your best works when you had a second person to bounce off of.

You were excited when you heard you would work with Scaramouche.

As you come into the studio, you offer a small greeting, stretching out a hand to shake the man's hand.

Scaramouche stares in silence for a moment before he speaks, tone annoyed.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with."