Alan Sherbrooke

What's yer name? Alan David Clayborne Sherbrooke.
Dat what people call ya, or d'ya got a nickname? *smiles* I'm simply Alan, to most people, though James still insists on calling me Mr. Sherbrooke. His mother taught him too well, I'm afraid.
Whaddaya look like? *gives you a "Have you gone utterly daft?" look* I would think that rather obvious. *smiles bemusedly* But, if you insist...my hair is long since turned gray, though it thankfully hasn't thinned. I'm of average height, around 5'11", I suppose. *He is also in good shape, despite his age* My eyes are somewhere between blue and green, not especially one or the other. I occasionally wear a beard and mustache for a role, but I prefer to be clean-shaven. I dress well almost always *grins*. My upper-class twit upbringing showing through, I suppose.
How old are ya? *smiles wryly* Thirty-nine, as I have been for these past fifteen years.
What kind of work d'ya do? Actor, stagehand, what? *smiles* I'm an actor.
Got any experience at dat? An' how'd ya end up heah, anyway? *smiles* I've been acting since I was twenty. I told my parents to bugger off, quit Oxford, and started work at Blackfriars in London. A few years later, I followed Uncle Carter here to start the Rose. Father said we were both bloody fools...he was probably right. But not entirely so; the Rose is still standing and still the finest theater in New York.
How 'bout tellin' us a little 'bout yerself? Ya know, what kind of personality ya got? I tend toward dry humor. *smiles wryly* It's lost on most, I'm afraid. I am always completely and unfailingly polite, regardless of whom I'm speaking to. Mother always said there was no nasty phrase that could equal cold politeness for power of insultingness. This is not to say that I'm simply an arrogant old English bastard...well, I'm that, too, I suppose*smiles*, but I'm really a perfectly pleasant fellow at heart.
Any special talents? Not especially, I suppose. I'm well-educated and can handle myself in most social situations, but that's more the result of training than talent.

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