Charlienox XVII from the House of Mandailean

Charlienox (Charlie for short) was born into a noble French family, that of the mandaileans. (Pronounced man-dial-ee-ans) after a wealthy childhood, they were shipped off to battle the English, as a war commander. However, things went awry when one of their troops misfired a cannon, allowing the enemy to regroup and attack while they were forced to reload. Charlienox was captured as a POW and spent 3 years in an English prison cell, where they went partially mad and began screaming at the shadows during the day and listening to the cries of their fellow prisoners at night. The Russians invaded the camps during a siege of the capital, and took Charlienox with them. Charlienox found a community in the Russians, and partied and gambled with them late into the night. They called them nox. After a happy 20 years with the Russians, nox put too much on red and crossed the mafia when they won their entire casino. Charlienox was forced to go into hiding, so they boarded a ship with a fake identity and hid in the small town of Wilton, Connecticut. They do improv with high schoolers and finds it therapeutic. However, none of their acting can match what charlienox has seen, and the Russian mafia still follows Charlienox to this day.

Llamlet

Llamlet went to see their first ever theatre production at Wilton High school and ever since then has been obsessed with theatre, musicals, improv, and stage plays. Llamlet loves them all. Llamlet’s all time favorite show, is Hamlet!

Lumi the Llama

Lumi arrived in Wilton after mysteriously appearing backstage during tech week—found calmly nibbling on a prop feather boa, surrounded by glitter, other half-eaten props, and a faint shimmer in the air—as if they had stepped through a spotlight from another dimension of pure theater magic -perhaps there was a magic portal from Times Square (where they were last seen)

When the cast found them, Lumi looked delighted to be there…
…but when asked “What’s your name?” Lumi just blinked, tilted their fuzzy head, and gave a theatrical shrug.

It turns out Lumi has a bit of “Stage Fog Amnesia”—a mysterious condition that occasionally affects magical llamas who wander too close to fog machines, footlights, and the thunder sheet. All Lumi remembers is that their name started with an L and “felt sparkly.”

The students began offering names, and Lumi perked up at Lumi—a name that means light.
Which made sense… because Lumi clearly shines from within..

No one knew where Lumi came from, but the llama seemed to instantly understand stage directions… better than most humans. Lumi has decided that Wilton High School had the most heart of any theater community in the world! Lumi has a natural glow (hence the name), a flair for comedic timing, and a habit of wandering into the spotlight whenever someone says “places!”

Now Lumi serves as the official WHS Theater companion—supporting cast, crew, parents, and audience members with good luck, warm fuzzies, and backstage wisdom.

Their personality traits include being calm during chaos (especially during tech week), loves sparkly things (especially charm necklaces), looks forward to taking selfies with cast when no one is looking, and brings “Lumi Luck” to every performance. Lumi also happens to love improv games and cannot say no to any stray sequin or feather (don’t forget the feather boa).

Marquee

Named after the glowing signs that light up Broadway, Marquee was once a stage manager on broadway. One day, an evil theater manager kicked them out and they ended up in Times Square with nothing but love for theater. Though their memory is fuzzy, one thing’s clear: Marquee lives for the stage. Now, they light up the WHS Theater scene with unshakable optimism and a flair for dramatic entrances!

Whimsy

Whimsy’s early days were ones of happiness, of sun on fur, bright smiles, and eyes that twinkled like stars. They ran with their loving parents during the day and played hide and seek with their friends under the cover of darkness. They loved the way their lungs expanded with thrill and joy. They loved the wind in their fur and the way that when they were playing, they felt so completely free that they could taste it.

As Whimsy got older, they had less time for running and playing. There was work to be done, but they found joy in other ways. They discovered within themself a particular fondness for fashion. They would save up money to buy all different kinds of charms, which they wore around their neck along with their favorite bandana, light blue and plain. They always felt that their bandana was missing something, that it was just too plain. It needed something more, but Whimsy didn’t know what.

At night, Whimsy loved to watch shooting stars. They envied them, how they burst across the sky, running the same way Whimsy used to run. Playing the same way they used to play. They ached to play that way again. They missed the taste of adventure. So, they left to find it.

Whimsy went to all the usual places. They searched Athens and Paris and London and even New York, but they couldn’t find what they were looking for. They just didn’t feel that same joy. They were searching for a levity that they began to worry they would never find. Then, they came here.

Whimsy found Wilton, CT purely by accident, stumbling into town a little while after leaving New York. Planning to spend the night then move on, Whimsy wandered until they found a building with a bridge and a large theater with a bed backstage that was perfect for them to sleep in – and so they did.

When they awoke, they heard voices and the sounds of thumping feet. Curious, Whimsy got to their feet and went to find out what all the noise was about.

As they grew closer to the stage, Whimsy began to do something very strange. Instead of walking, or even running, their feet began to move in strange and extraordinary ways. Their head went this way and that, fur flying and eyes glinting with delight. They began to hum to themself as they made their way on to the stage.

Whimsey was so focused on their dance that they didn’t even notice the 50 kids and handful of adults that stopped what they were doing to watch. They didn’t notice when when their gasps transformed into delighted laughter and clapping and cheering. They didn’t notice when the kids began to dance again, all around them. When the kids began to dance with them.

They didn’t notice any of that, because Whimsy had found the very thing they had been looking for. They had found the kind of joy that glints off the eyes and flushes the cheeks and pushes against the rib cage. They had found a freedom just as good – if not better – than before, and it was so delicious that they could taste it.

From this day on, Whimsy was a part of every production at Wilton High School. They found friends with twinkling eyes and bright smiles to run and play with. They decorated their neck with new charms and their bandana with two masks, representing the place they had found so much joy and love. They became the WHS Drama Llama, and suffice to say, their days were ones of happiness.