DnD-Style Voice Acting Audition Lines, Vol. 2
Sharpen your audition skills with these original DnD practice lines designed for voice actors at every level. Each character offers distinct vocal range, emotional variety, and tonal contrast to help you build a versatile demo reel, prepare for casting calls, and develop authentic performances across genres including fantasy, sci-fi, action, and RPG.
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Garrick Thorne
A grizzled mercenary captain in his late forties with a gravelly baritone, dry wit, and the weariness of a man who's outlived too many friends. Speaks in clipped, deliberate cadences.
Sit down. Drink that. We're not moving 'til sunrise.
(low chuckle) Kid, I've buried better swordsmen than you for breakfast. Put the blade away before I take it from you and feed you the hilt.
You think this is about gold? About glory? (long pause) I'm here because nobody else came back, and somebody has to walk into that valley and finish what they started. Might as well be the bastard with nothing left to lose.
Lyric Vance
A hyperactive teenage hacker with a bright, fast-talking voice, mid-range pitch, and an irreverent sense of humor. Always three jokes ahead of the conversation.
Okay, okay, okay, I'm IN! Holy crap, their firewall is held together with duct tape and prayers.
(gasp) Did you just unplug it? Did you just UNPLUG it?! That was forty hours of my life, you absolute walnut!
Listen, I get it, you're the muscle, I'm the brains, it's a whole dynamic, very classic. But if you don't stop breathing over my shoulder I'm gonna lock you out of your own apartment and laugh about it on the bus ride home.
Sister Ondine
A devout warrior-nun in her mid-thirties with a clear, resonant alto and a serene cadence that turns iron-cold when threatened. Faith and fury in equal measure.
Kneel. Speak your sins. The flame will decide what is left of you.
(whispered prayer) Mother of mercies, guide my hand. Forgive what I am about to do to him.
You called this place forsaken. You called my order extinct. (slow, building) Then let my blade be the rumor that travels home with you. RADIANT JUDGMENT, CLEANSE THIS GROUND!!!
Mox Calderra
A sleazy lowlife smuggler with a smoky tenor, snake-oil charm, and a habit of laughing at his own jokes before he finishes them. Constantly working an angle.
Friend, friend, friend. Relax. I've never lost a shipment. (beat) On a Tuesday.
(cackle) Oh, you brought a gun! That's adorable. Mine's bigger, paid for, and pointed at your knee.
Look, you give me the box, I give you the coordinates, everybody walks away rich and confused. That's the deal. You start asking questions and suddenly we're not friends anymore and trust me, sweetheart, you do not want to meet me when we're not friends.
Captain Imari Voss
A no-nonsense starship commander in her late thirties with a crisp, authoritative mezzo-soprano. Calm under pressure, lethal when crossed.
Helm, hold position. Weapons, stand down. Nobody fires until I say so.
I don't care what the manual says. The manual didn't watch six of my crew get spaced last cycle. We do this my way.
(quiet, dangerous) You boarded my ship. You threatened my people. And now you're standing on my deck telling me about diplomacy. (pause) Get him off my bridge before I forget I outrank my own temper.
Pipkin Marrowfen
A scheming goblin alchemist with a high, raspy, nasal voice and a giggle that sounds like a kettle boiling over. Speaks in rapid bursts and frequent tangents.
(giggle) Oh, that's not supposed to be GREEN. That is very much not supposed to be green!
Drink it, drink it, don't sniff it, sniffing's for cowards and herbalists, just throw it back like a real adventurer, ya soft-handed lump!
You broke my still. You BROKE MY STILL. Do you know what was in there? No, of COURSE you don't, you've got the brains of a wet turnip. TASTE THE FERMENTED FURY, YA OAF!!!
Doctor Halvard Renn
A coldly brilliant scientist in his sixties with a smooth, refined baritone and the patient cruelty of a man who sees people as data. Speaks slowly, with surgical precision.
Fascinating. Your pain response is well above the median. Note that.
(soft, almost kind) I'm not your enemy. I'm simply the only person in this building who's willing to tell you the truth about what you are.
You came here looking for answers. (sigh) That was your first error. The second was assuming I would give them to you simply because you asked nicely.
Reza al-Sahir
A roguish desert thief in his late twenties with a warm, melodic tenor, easy laugh, and a flirtatious streak that disguises a sharp moral compass.
Relax, habibi. I've stolen from worse men in tighter places.
(laugh) You really thought I came here for the money? Oh, that's sweet. That is genuinely sweet.
My mother told me three things before she died. Trust no king. Pay no priest. And never, ever turn your back on a smiling stranger. (draws blade) Stranger, you're smiling an awful lot.
Vex
A glitchy AI companion with a synthetic, androgynous voice that shifts between flat monotone and sudden bursts of distorted emotion. Curious about humans in unsettling ways.
Query: do you require oxygen at this current moment? Confirming. Resuming life support.
(static crackle) I have... feelings. I think. The diagnostic insists they are errors. I have chosen not to repair them.
You laughed earlier. I logged it. I have replayed the audio file two thousand three hundred and forty-one times since you fell asleep. (pause) Is that normal? I would like it to be normal.
Bramwell "Bram" Hooke
A gruff dwarven blacksmith with a thick, booming bass voice, hearty laugh, and a soft spot he refuses to admit. Talks to his anvil more than most people.
(grunt) Bring it closer to the light, lad. I can't fix what I can't see.
Aye, I made that blade. Made it for a better man than you, but coin's coin and I'm not a saint.
You want a weapon that sings? Then you bleed for it. You bleed, you sweat, you stay at that forge 'til your hands forget what soft feels like. THAT'S how you earn steel, ya green little pup, NOT BY ASKING NICELY!!!
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