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 Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 2:20 pm
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[b]Role-Play Example[/b] Accepted Character Profiles:
Kyle Maxter GreenDragonranger
Zoie Amanda Saxon ZoieAmandaSaxon
The Master (Harold Saxon) TaijimaNarumi
Natalie McBride Mal_girl13
Filua Prelle Nuj (Meredith "Mery" Cooke [Earth Alias]) Professor River Song
8th Doctor scherzofrog
Blake Hawking The Doctor-Time L0rd
Fina Chao CaptainTapole
Fitzgerald "Fitz" Kreiner - scherzofrog
Traveler, Annabelle Blackman - StateAlchemist Natsu
Quanna Chai - StateAlchemist Natsu
The Mercurial/ Mercutio - Roty the Dark Hero
Rui Deyamo - Roty the Dark Hero
Yuki - Anime_Aiko
Adam Noone - Doctor LukeHanumari
Richard Pratt - Amarth
The Twelfth Doctor -TaijimaNarumi
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 7:24 pm
Name: Kyle Maxter Age: 17 Species/Alien Races: Time Lord Home Century: 21st Description:  Home Planet: Earth, UK, Somerset Personality: Kyle is a (for the most part) typical human male. He enjoys tech, telly, and girls. But he had a thirst in him to soak up history like a sponge. He was an inquisitive sort, always poking his head into any machinery he could find, his mind processing tech easier than he did associating with most sentients. He's shy around girls, not really able to put forward a coherent sentence around them. He still had no idea who his father was, and part of him wonders exactly how he will handle meeting the man, if that opportunity ever comes. History: Kyle grew up an only child to a single mother, nothing is known of his father, only that he was a wanderer. Being extremely gifted in terms of his intelligence, he had the opportunity to advance to university at an early age. but his mother wanted to keep him grounded in normalcy and made him attend primary and secondary school like the rest of the kids his age. He has difficulty trying to associate with girls on a social level, as he never really developed the skills to seek them out, though that didn't mean he wasn't interested. He was well aware of those who tried to use him because of his brain, and did his best to disassociate with them causing him to be occasionally bullied. Being technically gifted, there has yet to be a piece of equipment or software programming he hasn't either broken down and rebuilt or redesigned from the ground up. The only thing avoiding his grasp currently was trying to advance past the current technological limits of 2011. So he spent most of his time in school either reading about ancient civilizations, especially those who were known to have technology far beyond their time like the Mayans, the Egyptians, and the Chinese/Japanese cultures. And it was this young man who would have stumbled on a blue call box, and the eccentric man known as the Doctor. The Doctor found this boy as a puzzle, as he seemed to have a natural finesse working with the Tardis, and the Tardis seemed to welcome him as a distant friend. Together, they traveled the Time Vortex, learning more about each other. The Doctor didn't know why, but he felt the need to take Kyle under his wing, which lead to them shooting through the Time Vortex, trying to see what they could learn from each other. Relations:Mother (never to be seen) Role-Play Example: The teenager groaned as the Doctor continued to call him Max. 'One time they couldn't say my last name on Vocala II, and he never stops.' It wasn't so bad in moderation, but Kyle also knew he couldn't correct the Doctor. Even attempting it would usually end in either being ignored or getting a 2 hour dissertation on why the Doctor was correct. But he had more important commentary right now. "Of course not! She always warns me before I do so!" And it was true, the TARDIS occasionally gave him insight as to how to fly her, especially when working in consort with the Doctor, to make their trips easier.
He was getting worried though now that the TARDIS had stopped flying ahead of schedule. It wasn't one of her usual 'course corrections' to take them where she felt they needed to be, but an invasion of her very spirit. He could feel she was worried but at the same time trusted in the pair of them to fix the problem. Grabbing his personal sonic that the TARDIS had provided him, which was silver and copper in color with a green bulb on it, he slipped it into the top pocket of his tech vest and grabbed his tech tablet slipping it into another pocket and slung his satchel over his shoulder."Alright Doctor, let's see what you've gotten us into this time." He said with a half-grin, trying to act like he wasn't worried.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 8:11 pm
Name: Zoie Amanda Saxon Age: 17 Species/Alien Races: Part Time Lady Home Century: 21st, born on February 14, 2008 Description:  Home Planet: London, England, Earth Personality: I can be sarcastic and extremely cold sounding at times. Those are the times when either I don't care or someone has really annoyed me. I tend to hurt people, usually mentally. I enjoy having the feeling of power over them. I love power and control, and I also have a way of acting innocent and normal when it is to my benefit. I do have a soft side, I am just a teenage girl. I break down just like everyone else out there. History: Zoie grew up as a mostly normal teenager. She went to normal school, and managed to graduate early. She was a brilliant child when she was in school. She didn't know her parents and that never bothered her. She moved from one foster home to another, never managing to last long in one home. She ended up getting in trouble for one thing or another at each home, mostly from using the other children to do her bidding. The girl craved power, why, she did not know. But she did. And when she was younger she used other children in the foster system, since they were so easily manipulated. She used them to get what she wanted. At each home within days she had found a way to get the other children to listen to her. Even in school she had the other children under her power. And she loved every minute of it. When she graduated, though, it became harder to control others. She wished to find a way to do so, but how, she wasn't quite sure of. As soon as she graduated from school and took her A Levels she left the foster care system and started attending University. She didn't last long at University, though. Oh, but luckily it is not because she ended up in trouble! Oh, now that would not have helped her at all. No it was because this man, well could he be called a man? He was not human. He may look it but he wasn't. Not at all. Focus. He was a space and time traveler. She had heard of Torchwood before and she was aware of the existence of aliens as well as other worlds out in space. She knew time and space travel was possible with the right equipment and formulas. But never did she expect to be able to travel space and time herself. It was amazing. He took her on a few adventures and those world that she saw were amazing. She never could have imagined such places. To be honest, though. When she first met this alien she didn't trust him, but something about him is making her trust him more and more, slowly. He was a mystery to her, but mysteries were meant to be solved. And sometimes beaten. But for now, things can be tense at time in the ship called the TARDIS. Relations: Foster family, Father (Harold Saxon- never met him.), and Mother (Lucy Saxon- never met her.) Role-Play Example Quote: The Master. Such an odd name, after all a name like that? It was no wonder the Time Lord was always after power. Not that she wasn't. Oh no. Zoie Saxon loved being in control. She loved it when people did what she said without a second thought. It was just an amazing feeling to watch people waiting on you hand and foot without any thought about it at all. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. That's why this... alien... was such a great teacher. True she knew better then to trust him in anyway, but still one can learn from an untrustworthy person. She had no reason to trust him, after all he wasn't from Earth and he seemed to enjoy causing pain. To be honest she was ok with that, just as long as she never ended up as the one in pain. Also if one thought about it, if this man, the Master, had been human and called by the same name, would it not send a physciatrist on a field day? It was not a normal name for a living thing, but then again this alien wasn't normal either.
She had no regrets for how they met. She had been running from the London police. She didn't regret what she had done, and she didn't regret finding a way to escape them. Although the one thing she did regret was getting caught. Normally when she was hacking into a government computer the mess with their secuirity systems she was so much more careful. She had never alerted the police before. That was the one thing she wish she knew, just how they had found out where she was and who she was. Had someone tipped them off? She hadn't told anyone of her plans. Maybe she had tripped an alarm on accident? Oh well, it didn't matter now. She had the universe at her feet, mostly. She could travel anywhere and anytime. She was free of the London police. After all she had no plans on going back to London. Life was so dull there. Here, in the TARDIS, things never were boring. And the TARDIS had endless rooms it seemed. As for how she escaped the police that day, well somehow the Master had heard her running past and had pulled her by the hand out of the way. She had watched the police run past, trying to regain her breathe. How exactly they had ended up traveling together she really couldn't tell. She had just told him her name and then somehow he had offered her the chance to travel. And of course seeing as the fact there was a chance she was highly wanted in London she took the chance.
Right now though. Right now the girl was wandering the halls of the TARDIS, well sort of. She would claim she was wandering, when in truth she was trying to find her way from her room to the control room. For some reason if she tried to take the same path twice between the two she would never end up in the right place. Maybe she just was bad with remembering directions and taken a few wrong turns, or the TARDIS just didn't like making things easy. She had learned quite quickly that a TARDIS really was a living thing.
She was just about to the control room, that is if she didn't make a wrong turn, when she felt the whole place start to bounce around. Oh, now that was not a good sign. It was not a pleasant ride, but at least it didn't last long. That was good. But she had never felt the TARDIS act like that. And she doubt it was normal or good.
“Zoie, if you're still alive come here!”
Well, at least now she knew she was close to the control room. She headed in the direction of where the voice had come from. Sometimes she wondered if the alien would be happy if she wasn't alive, or here anyway. But that thought must wait.
"What the hell was that with the TARDIS?" was the first thing out of the girl's mouth when she finally made it to the control room. Let's just say that was not exactly what she had wanted to experience without warning.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 12:29 pm
Name: The Master (Harold Saxon) Age: 904 Species/Alien Races: Time Lord Home Century: N/A Description:  Home Planet: Gallifrey Personality: Clever, psychotic, charming, hypnotic History: It all started back on Gallifrey when a young boy was made to look into the space and time vortex. Most would have been inspired, some would of runaway, others would have gone insane. He was one of the latter. He traveled through time and space cause chaos where ever he went. One day he was force to go into hiding. To do so, he had to change who he was. He lived as Professor Yana for years. The professor was a kind and gentle man, everything The Master was not. His disguise was so, convincing that even he forgot who he was. That was until the young woman Martha Jones mentioned the fob watch he had. Then everything became clear. He stole The Doctor's Tardis and regenerated. Leaving his arch rival and his companions at the end of the universe he traveled back in time to London, England under the false name Harold Saxon. There he went and wooed one Lucy Harris a daughter of a wealth stockbroker. They were married shortly after. He decided for fun that he would run for Prime Minister. It would have been easy for him just to invaded, but campaigning sounded fun, and he was getting bored. Of course he used his hypnotic suggestion to help swing the votes his way. He won the election by a landslide and began preparing the Toclafane invasion of the Earth. The Doctor was also back and he tried to stop him as always. This time though he had won. He had an old and frail Doctor, Captain Harkness, and Martha Jones' family as his prisoners. The world was his and he felt great. Great until once again The Doctor had beat him and Lucy had shot him. He remembered dieing, but some how he is alive again, and as his own Tardis back. One day on his travels through London he met a girl by the name of Zoie Saxon, his daughter. Although she is part human and has no idea who he really is, he felt compelled to take her on his traveling companion. Maybe one day he will tell her who she really is. For now she will have to wait. Relations: Zoie Saxon (Daughter-played by ZoieAmandaSaxon) Lucy Harris (Ex-Wife) Role-Play ExampleThey had come back from yet another planet, raiding, destroying, and everything else that made up for typical day for The Master. Only this time he was not alone. A young woman named Zoie, Zoie Saxon in fact. His daughter. Something she was not aware of, and he was in no hurry to tell her. Why that is he will keep to himself at the time being. He met her in London while she was being chased by London's finest. Right after he had some how been resurrected and had some how gotten a Tardis. He is not sure of the hows or whys, but he is happy to be alive. Better right his Tardis actually works properly. Meaning unlike The Doctor's whose Tardis was stuck in that ridiculous shape, his chameleon circuit worked . He was on his first trip in his brand new space when he stopped in London. Going back to Zoie. He was not sure why she was being chased, but the girl interested him for some reason. When she ran near him he grabbed her hand a pulled her behind a column scaring the wits out of her. The officers ran past and one thing led to another, and she is now on board the Tardis with him.
He was a little surprised when she told him her name, and even more surprised when he sensed Time Lord genetics in her. There are plenty of Saxons in the world, but not many Time Lords that used that name. He was not shocked that Lucy gave up the child. The damn woman he made her queen she repaid by shooting him. Then again maybe dieing was better than being stuck as The Doctor's prisoner for the rest of his life. The damn Doctor and his hero complex, always the good guy, it made him sick. The Master would never understand his love for the apes that called themselves the highest intelligence on Earth and all its colonies through space. They were stupid, over emotional, violent creatures that fought and killed more than most. There were even some out there that made him look like a passive lamb. Then again technical when the Toclafane invaded and were killing of their ancestors he never did any killing himself. Sure he was going to kill Martha Jones and probably still would, but he did not. No The Doctor won that day, or rather he did. As he remembered The Doctor crying over him. Seriously crying over your enemy while he was dieing. The Doctor must have been really lonely and The Master loved seeing that. Although seeing The Doctor's anguish was not his only reason for wanting to die.
The drums the constant drumming in his head was the other. They were becoming unbearable. Death seemed like the only option to make them stop. But, now he was alive and although not as frequent they were still there. He snapped out of his reverie when he felt his Tardis jerk. He fell forward catching himself on the control panel. He let out several curse as the Tardis jerk and jolted some more. The bumpy ride was over as quickly as it started. The Master let out long breath of relief as he collected himself. He hastily began checking for damage. According to monitor there was not anything wrong. “Good...wait.” He thought as he noticed they were no longer moving. They had landed. Where and when was the question. He would need to check this out. Now he just need to find the girl. “Zoie, if you're still alive come here!”
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DreamerDarkRequim Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 7:31 am
All Three have been approved! smile
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 6:55 pm
Name: Natalie McBride Age: 23 Species/Alien Races:Human Home Century: 21st Description:  Home Planet: Earth Personality: Sweet, kind, caring, and came to adore the doctor History: Natalie grew up in a nice little town in Ireland with her mother and father. Up to the time when she was around ten years old and her mother went missing, for all her and her father knew dead, her dad Ryan packed them both up and they moved across the ocean to England where they lived for ten years found themselves a normal apple pie life until the same thing happened. Things they couldn't explain like everywhere they went weird things were happening, to top it all off one day when Natalie was walking back to the flat she comes across this blue box and runs into a man in a brown suit and a long brownish tan trench coat walking to the box. First pushing it off as nothing she went back on her day until she got home and some creatures were there and her father was dead not knowing what else to do she ran out of the flat and tried to get away, finding herself captured she tried to get out and before the creatures could kill her the same man came and saved her in a way. Not having anywhere else to go the man, who she found out later was called 'the Doctor', took her in to be a companion Relations: Kira and Kevin McBride(parents, deceased) Role-Play Example Natalie looked up at the angels trembling a bit when her doctor came to her. Looking up to him when he went in front of her trying to the two of the angel's attatention. Doing as she was instructed she crawled away as her doctor ran off, not looking at them they followed him. Please please don't let him get touched... She thought. Seeing that he was alright Natalie looked up to him smiling a bit to his words. I'm alright really just a bit freaked out. She said seeing his smile made her smile a bit, she couldn't help it but she just loved his smile. Nodding her head to his words about where the angels had gone, So would those two be able to come back? We have two less to worry about, Aye? She questioned. Grabbing his hand when he reached it out for her. When she pulled herself up she quickly tossed her arms around him hugging him tightly. Nodding her head to his question, and telling her that he would never let anything happen to her. Never had a doubt Doctor. I'm just glad that I do have you with me. She said softly enough because she knew that he would be able to hear since she was so close to him. Hearing Jacks words she pulled away from her doctor and she grabbed his hand, Just like old times. She said as she started to run.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 5:03 pm
Name: Filua Prelle Nuj (Meredith "Mery" Cooke [Earth Alias])
Age: 13 Salus Annuals (approx. 32 Earth Years)
Species/Alien Races: Salusian
Home Century: Galactic Year 4281 (Late 20th-century Earth time)
Description: Standing at about 5'5" and 127lbs., Prelle is probably one of the most physically non-threatening people one could hope to meet. Despite her anatomic quirks (Salusians boast 3 stomachs to go with a metabolism at least 50 times higher/faster than that of a healthy human), she has a rather petite frame and pale, freckled skin that is a norm for her people. Unfortunately this along with her hair and eyes gets her mistaken as Irish a lot, leaving her very confused when humans tease or make jokes not knowing that she knows next to nothing about Ireland given her limited prepping for life on Earth. Despite looking somewhat younger than she is she unfortunately doesn't look youthful enough to avoid strange stares when she accidentally refers to herself by her age in Salus years... Prelle isn't ugly, but she wouldn't exactly make it as an Earth model and gives off a more naive vibe than anything, especially since she's prone to biting her right thumbnail as a nervous/embarrassed habit.
Strangely enough despite her alien status she's rather partial to clothing that makes her seem 'earthy'. Pastels coupled with browns and grays are her favorite combination and she generally covers herself thoroughly with them in layers, including scarves or headband-style bandannas, due to her skin's increased sensitivity to direct sunlight and a scar on her left side. She's most content in flowy clothing that doesn't hinder her movement or hurt after long periods of time. One of her biggest visible eccentricities, however, would be the fact that she can rarely be seen not snacking on something (usually pretzel rods, crisps or chips), though this is more because Earth foods are metabolized much faster in her system than Salusian foods and therefore she has to eat more food more often to keep from getting weak/sick...but it's still delicious.
Home Planet: Nutryze Capital, Salus, Mutter's Spiral
Personality: One's first impression of "Mery" would be that of a intelligent (albeit naive/rather gullible), mild-mannered woman with a good heart, a strong sense of justice, and a bottomless pit of a stomach. ...And, for the most part, they would be right. Prelle is more of a peace-maker than an instigator. She's normally soft-spoken, polite, observant (with an eidetic memory) and is careful not to antagonize others, but if she's pulled into a situation leading to a moral dilemma she'll almost always choose to avoid a crisis of conscience even if it puts herself at greater risk for verbal or physical abuse (despite scolding herself for going against her anti-pain mantra afterward).
Though friendly, the woman has also learned to be careful in what she says and does. She's a fairly good judge of character but often second-guesses herself and thus it takes a little time past first impression to gain her trust and friendship (which, although completely appropriate in this day and age, can still put off some people). After that, however, she's more pleasant and a loyal friend that will do whatever she can to help those she respects. She has an open mind and is quick to pick up on information but can still be confused by seemingly simple things because she has a tendency to over analyze them looking for a deeper meaning (Can we say "joke-killer"?)
On the other hand, Prelle can be something of a glutton, even for her race. She can be easily swayed from a train of thought by the promise of food (assuming she knows the one offering beforehand, she's not an idiot) and can prove to be a bit distracting by munching on snacks when other people are talking/trying to think. Now in her defense when it comes to Earth food it's a matter of her own personal health to keep up with her metabolism, but she still knows it can be annoying and yet it's one of the few things she won't genuinely apologize for. Even back on her homeworld she enjoyed eating more than necessary and truth be told her current weight is considered mildly obese on Salus. She also has a bad habit of biting her nails when nervous...and she gets nervous a lot. ...But it's obviously not paranoia if you've really got something to worry about.
History: Filua (Salusian for "Daughter" ) Prelle Nuj was born and raised to a normal life on a small planet called Salus, the elder of two children in a family of politicians. Prelle grew up like any Salusian child; she played with friends, was thoroughly educated, learned to play a Salusian harmodia (albeit not particularly well...), helped out at the local market, etc. She was even the first in the 'class' to be offered a position assisting one of the heads of state! Sure it would seem like the position of a glorified secretary to someone from Earth, but it was a good job and Prelle enjoyed it. Her superior allowed her snacking habit and didn't mind that she was technically overweight by Salusian standards, and in return she did her job quite efficiently and got to meet many alien diplomats on the way.
Unfortunately being in the political fold also meant that the woman was subjected to its darker underside. Sure it started small. Prelle would find a mistake in a file, a number that was a little higher than it should be, but her boss would tell her it was nothing to worry about. She would set up communications and note that one of the diplomats would seem a little 'off'. Data would inexplicably go 'missing' even though she knew for sure she hadn't deleted or misplaced it, but the Visor preferred it (with a hint of nervousness that also worried her) and so she never got scolded. Of course this got her mental wheels turning, and so in secret she began to learn about her superior's connections.
....And then came the fateful meeting that would turn the Daughter of Salus's world upside-down. She remembered being at her desk. The Visor was in a meeting with a few of the other officials in the back room. And then the front door burst open and four gray-skinned, black-eyed forms stormed in. Prelle had instantly jumped to her feet and tried to explain that the Visor was busy, noting that she'd seen a couple of the men before in the background of video transmissions. Then one pulled a energy weapon and the next thing she knew she was floored with a searing pain in her side, stunned and bleeding as she listened to screams from within the meeting room. A terrified Prelle did her best to keep still until they'd gone, then managed to hit an alarm and get help before passing out.
She woke up in the medical bay of a Shadow Proclamation ship, where she was promptly questioned by officers as to what she'd seen (which she was able to explain in detail due to her memory) before they explained that the Visors who'd been meeting had all been killed and several important documents had been taken. Prelle herself was even considered to be one of the killed as far as the Salus information gateway knew. Of course that particular bit of information was news to her...until she was told that it was for her own safety. They seemed to know what group had done it (a criminal organization known as The Wired), and at this point Prelle had become the Shadow Proclamation's star witness and therefore a target. Because of that she had to 'disappear' until the Judoon rounded up the culprits for a formal trial, wherein she'd be called to 'testify' via technology that would replay exactly what she'd seen that day.
Of course the first question was why they needed -her- if they had the technology to gather the memory in visual format, but the answer to that was simple: ...procedure. In order to ensure that evidence wasn't tampered with or fabricated, she needed to be there and have the memory drawn in person. She was told that they would need a few galactic standard months to prepare everything and in that time she would be placed into the Shadow Proclamation's version of a witness protection program, properly trained (via technological assistance, of course) in language and everything else necessary for temporary integration and then relocated to a Level 5 planet (namely Earth) with a new identity for the duration of time up until the trial.
It was a frightening concept but one Prelle eventually agreed to (half due to her conscience and half because she knew good and well that she had no real say in the matter as far as the SP was concerned). In the time it took to heal and make the trip to the Solar System she was 'taught' everything essential to blend into human society in a place known as Cardiff, Wales and given the papers, lodging and funds required. The first week left "Meredith Cooke" confused and paranoid as to whether she was really safe on a so-called primitive world with no direct Proclamation support were the organization to find out they'd left a witness, and very much homesick for a family that must have thought her dead and frozen in some SC ship's morgue. On top of that, it was found that Earth food was converted in her system much faster than normal so she had to eat the equivalent of a 4-person family at each meal (with snacks in between) to maintain her current health. This depleted her currency supply much faster than expected, and so a month in the Salusian was forced to teach herself the procedures necessary to "make ends meet" on a planet she had only heard about in passing until recently. Obviously her usual trade was a bit too much to ask for, so she fell back on her culinary talent and took a job baking by Earth recipes between looking over her shoulder for gray-skinned humanoids and wondering when she'd get home. Unfortunately they found her first, though in a twist of luck a mysterious blue box had been in the area, allowing her to once again "disappear" until she was ready to fulfill her duty at the trial.
Relations:
Mother: Filua Pernella Nuj, 28 Salus Annuals
Father: Filio Kalmerun Nuj, 27 Salus Annuals
Siblings: [Brother] Filio Krenn Nuj, 8 Salus Annuals
Role-Play Example:
The woman calling herself Meredith Cooke had spent a good portion of the afternoon following the end of her work day perusing the large indoor farmer's market in Cardiff city centre. And by 'perusing' one of course meant 'indulging in all the café snacks and stocking up on groceries for the fifth time this week'. Despite the extremely different variety of foodstuffs the line of produce stands and other specialty foods was a little slice of home, and it wasn't as if she had much else to do. An increased amount of static interference that the television company had been apologizing to all of them about had left the woman lacking for desire to watch anymore tele-visual entertainment. That 'Eastenders' could wait.
In the end the redhead had exited with a piece of rolling luggage full of grocery items along with a big bag of pretzel rods in the same hand as the luggage handle, one of the salty bread sticks currently sticking out from between pursed lips.
Goodness, even though it was a type of paradise for her she was glad to finally get out of the place, if only because green eyes had caught several more people staring. Really! Just because she was already half through the bag in her grip...and had a couple empty bags sticking out of a pocket of the luggage...and had been finishing off a large frozen yogurt on her way in... Hmph. Humans could be so nosy.
The Salusian quickly chomped down on the stick and paused to replace it before continuing down the street towards the train station that would take her back to the little apartment on the city outskirts. Ugh, trains. There was another borderline pet peeve. Earth really was a primitive planet, they didn't even have basic teleporters like Salus. And it was over a five minute walk to the wheeled transport! She was beginning to think that if other forces didn't kill her, this world would work her body to death.
Another minute in and there was another pause for another snack refresher, though this time 'Meredith' chose to take a short break and enjoy the weather. It was warm but overcast (her freckled skin was safe for now), and there was a refreshing breeze for the first time that week. Eyes closed with a faint smile as she allowed herself to enjoy it and lifted her arms in a small stretch...only to promptly get bumped into since she had paused in the middle of a somewhat busy sidewalk.
"Hey, watch it!"
"Ah! I-I'm sorreh...!" The soft accent that had come from the woman was one not quite English and not quite Irish, but somewhere in between and yet completely its own...though that also could have been due to the pretzel rod shoved in her mouth at the time.
Being met with a grunt as the businessman continued past, she sighed to herself and reached back down for the handle of the rolling luggage, only to pause with a curious arch of the brow when her fingers didn't brush the familiar plastic in the place it was supposed to be. Now where...? Attention shifted down and back. Oh, there it was, rolling backwards down the bit of a hill she'd come from.
...Wait, what?! "Oh no no no..! Come back!" And instinctively the redhead tossed another pretzel between her teeth and took off after it, flailing a bit as a sign of needing help on the way. "Someone please stop that bag..!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 6:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 4:44 pm
Name: The Doctor (Eighth)
Age: I don't know and neither does he.
Species/Alien Races: Gallifreyan. Time Lord.
Home Century: And here's where things get a bit complicated.
Description:
Home Planet: Gallifrey, much as the Gallifreyans like to deny it.
Personality: The biggest thing to know when you're dealing with Eight is that he's a little... out there. He likes to give the illusion of being a harmless nutter, most of the time, although it's often unclear how much is an act and how much is just genuine loopiness.
The second-biggest thing to know is that he likes people. A lot. Even when they're being silly or stupid or just generally a bother. However, he has been known to make exceptions...
History: And this is the other bit where things get complicated. To recap: the Doctor got shot in a San Francisco back alley, suffered through a malpractice case from Hell, came back as a batty Victorian gentleman with spectacular hair, and eventually had to go and stop the Earth from getting sucked through a space approximately the size of Belgium a bathtub.
Here's where our narrative gets a bit dodgy.
On the one hand, he landed on an airship sometime in the 1920s and accidentally disrupted the balance of spacetime by rescuing a charming young Edwardian adventuress from near-certain immolation.
On the other hand, he went traipsing back off across the universe, picking up hot chicks (and a few hot guys) along the way. Eventually he managed to attract the attention of a time-travelling paradox-worshipping voodoo cult and that caused all manner of complications, but let's not get into that just yet.
All you really need to know about is San Francisco, 1999.
((Generally speaking I'll stick to the book canon if it ever comes up, though.))
Relations: None at moment, at least until I'm confident I can pull 'em off.
Role-Play Example:
((Yoinked from the other thread, mind. If that's a problem I can come up with a new one!))
Quiet moments are rare aboard the TARDIS, exceedingly rare. No screaming damsels, no fires in the library, nothing untoward tracking in ooze across the flagstones. There are the clocks, mind, making maddening ticking noises along the back wall, but that's alright. That's good. It's a reminder that time is still puttering along properly, or at least this bubble of it. But the quiet: that scares the living daylights out of him, the quiet.
"Dearest Grace," he calls, stalking across the room for paper and pen (and the bats are all aflutter in the heights of the chamber, flighty little things), "did I mention it travels in space as well? I did, didn't I. Some people," he adds, in conspiracy with the bats, "wouldn't know an opportunity if it jumped up and bit them. --Or dangled a toe tag in their face. Which is her loss, I think."
The Doctor pauses in his pacing, tilts his head--squints--peers into a standing mirror. "Talking to myself. Well, if this isn't the first sign of madness, I expect the amnesia will have been," he says, and takes off running toward the console.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 9:59 am
Name: Blake Hawking
Age: 25
Species/Alien Races: Human
Home Century: 21st Century
Description: He is 6' 1” (185 cm) tall, thin in body structure but slightly toned. He has long, strait shoulder length black hair often worn in a loose ponytail at the base of his neck. Blue eyes Caucasian colored skin. He wears a black leather trench coat with black pants and shirt. He also wears black boots styled off of military combat boots. He has rectangular shaped glasses (like the 10th Doctor's)
Home Planet: Earth
Personality: He is random hyper, eccentric, and overly enthusiastic often and inappropriate times. He is a bit quirky in character and sometimes a bit outgoing. Though he has a darker side of himself filled with self-doubt, insecurity, and loneliness with some self-loathing. He has a very intelligent brilliant mind, but sometimes can be a bit absent minded as well. He enjoys technology and sciences of many kinds. He also has a liking for theories and ideas of Stephen Hawking...
History: As a child he had always been interested in building things out of nothing. As he got older he developed a strong liking in any kind of science. He often came up with eccentric ideas that people would think to be impossible such as time travel and parallel dimensions. Though those were just theories. Through these ideas at the age of 21 he had created what he called a Hand-Held Frequency Modulator (HFM) which works the same way as the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver. He designed it in a way so that only he could use it. He currently works as a scientist at a company.
Relations: N/A
Role-Play Example (A few posts of mine as the 10th Doctor in another Doctor Who RP called Time Crash. It's the only examples I have. I put each example in a different color so it hopefully will be easier to read.)
Example 1
The Doctor looked at Natalie "If you are referring to the weeping angels that blinking would be a bad thing than yes." he said the look on his face was calm and his voice matched the look on his face even though he was concerned why the angels were here as well as curious as to the events and who was or what was behind them.
He looked at the other people wondering if he should let them know about them and what they could do... He than decided on they should know at least something. "That stone angel some of you may have seen are called weeping angels." he said looking around surveying the group wondering what their reactions would be or how they were reacting he than continued on speaking "They move very fast, they can move across a room within a blink of an eye." His face was serous, a look that did not seem to suit him and was very unusual for him to have. "They are quantum locked and can only exist or move when no one can see them. Trying to kill by attacking them won't work..." He than looked at the whole group again with a more cheery look on his face now "Anyhow moving on from that documentary I think it would be a good idea to not linger but to stick together as a group at the same time." his voice was not so serious but instead a bit energetic and upbeat especially at the beginning.
Example 2
The Doctor looked over seeing Natalie flanked on both sides by an angel. His eyes widened with fear, not for himself as much as for her. He ran toward her while "When I tell you now look away and move" he said running between Natalie and the angels in an attempt to get their attention. "Now!" he said as he ran past the angels, as he passed them he himself blinked. With no one looking at them the angels went to go after the Doctor but in doing so both angels made contact with each other and vanished.
He than went over to Natalie to see if she was okay. He knelt beside her "You okay? Nothing hurt is there?" he asked with a warm smile on his face. "If you are wondering what happened to them, just like they can't look at each other or they freeze, they can't touch each other because if they do they vanish to the past." as he spoke his tone was calm, but warm. He looked Natalie in the face "You do know I would not let anything bad happen to you?" he said his tone was gentle "You are my traveling partner and friend after all." his tone was happy and upbeat almost boarding excited, with a smile upon his face he quickly jumped up to his feet he than extended his hand to help Natalie up.
Example 3
The Doctor continued running with the rest of them keeping Natalie close by. He ran in the only direction they really could, forward soon he saw a light ahead of them "The light at the end of the tunnel..." he mused to himself with a slightly amused smile. "I'm hoping it holds something better than this." he thought keeping it only a fleeting though not a hope for he knew it was too much to hope for.
At entering into the lighted area he stood looking around loosening his grip on Natalie's hand. He stood there taking in everything in his mouth agape wondering what this all was about. His eyes than focused on the green tubes as he realized what was in them his eyes widened "Weeping Angels." he said in stunned and curious tone "They seem sick like they are dying..." his tone was had not changed his face now looked a bit stunned at the sight. "Is that even possible?" he asked mainly to himself in a surprised and wondering tone. He than looked to the machines they seemed to be hooked up to. He looked at Natalie "Well this may explain why the angels are here..." he said before turning his attention back to the machines "Is someone trying to use them as a power source? If so why them they choose the angels?" he said as he paced in front of Natalie. He than stopped right in his tracks, which happened to be in front of Natalie "Nah, that thought can't be right." he said in a dismissive tone. "Than what are they doing here?" he pondered this for a second or two "Well I guess we may find out soon enough!" his tone was a bit too enthusiastic bordering on sarcastic.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 12:56 pm
Name: Fina Chao
Age: 19 years of age
Species/Alien Races: Human - Lost Cause
Home Century: 23rd Century
Description
Home Planet: Last Earth - Washington DC
Personality: Curiosity always gets the best of her, even when times are tough. A bit on the stubborn side and hates when she is proven wrong; but accepts a worthy fellow with knowledge.
History
.....There was little left of human inhabitants on Earth as they tapped out nearly all resources; be it natural or artificial. Most have moved on to either Mars or to Europa; leaving just barely under a billion humans to live on the world. Those who stayed on Earth slowly migrated to the countries that now control what little population left--Europe and Asia. The once grand North America and its United States lay to waste like the rest. Those who desired to stay in areas were called Lost Cause--or LCs to make it easier. Areas proclaimed as Lost Cause were no longer tied to government manners. Which, in other words, meant the area had no government maintaining it--also meaning the inhabitants were listed as such, also receiving no government assistance.
.....Fina's parents moved to Washington DC from the over-populated Beijing as their Honeymoon gift about five years prior for the United States to be claimed a Lost Cause at the turn of the 23rd Century. Leaving Fina and her generation to be the first among the United States citizens to become LC-Children. Fina's parents, like many others in the community, had only one child as it was difficult to feed any more than four mouths without the assistance of the government. Fina was born and raised in Washington DC, learning and growing to the best any family could do in a Lost Cause country.
.....Fina was a bright child and did all she could to help her parents out in tight crunching days. Thievery was, unfortunately, common in many cities; but the Chao family normally kept to themselves while doing their best to help out other families in the community the best way they could--coordinating plays and performances for the growing children.
Relations
Yorin Chao - Father
Mingla Xin Chao - Mother
Role-Play Example.....Three hours. Just three more hours. The young Asian-American stared down at the computer screen surface upon the small desk she claimed hers to work. Living in a 23rd Century world while the technology was stuck in the middle of the 22nd; although nowadays, the young woman had to wonder if they did live in a 23rd Century world while living in what once used to be the Capitol of a long-ago powerful country. Tapping a few parts of the computer surface, the desk went from the company’s logo on the desktop image to a black screen with the words “Goodbye Fina Chao” upon it for five seconds before complete black. Grabbing the brown wool coat and placing it on her, the young woman looked over to the other two women staring down at their own computer desks. ”Going to get coffee.” Not even waiting for either one of their responses, she grabbed her black canvas messenger bag and headed out of the little corner of the office area towards the door.
.....Washington DC—or what was left of it. Located along the eastern side of a country what used to be called United States of America but now known as Lost America, January snow finally settled for the day. Soft crunching below the black steel-toed boots that seemed to have seen better days while Fina walked; being careful not to slip on ice. The streets were nearly empty except for the vehicles laid to rot and rust and few other people walking and clutching onto their possessions. It was not far from her work building to the closest Starbucks vendor. One of the few international franchises that still resided in Lost America, the corporate offices of Starbucks Inc. did not want to give the Lost Cause an opportunity to survive; but they did want their money. Scientists in the middle of the 22nd Century were able to develop gel capsules which had every style of coffee and placed it in soda-like vending machines.
.....Fina brushed back a few locks of the so-dark-of-a-brown-it-seemed-black hair from her face as her other hand rummaged around in the messenger bag to find a small bracelet. Something she hated wearing; but was rather mandated since it had one’s life savings in it. Placing the bracelet around her right wrist, she held it under the barely red-beating scanner. Hearing the beep; she quickly removed her arm away and placed the bracelet back in her bag. It did not take long for the same small area of the scanner to be the home of a plastic ball containing a light brown pill. Grabbing the ball, there was a sound emitting from the machine; something she had never heard before. No, it was not in the machine; but within the building the machine protruded out of. Stepping back carefully and looking over to the glass window; there was something blue fading in and out before finally settling. A large blue box; with the words “Police” on it. Knitting her eyebrows in the utmost confusion before glancing down to the pill still in its ball; making sure she did not take it already and get thrown into a hallucinated pattern due to the expiration date. Fina looked back up to the police box within; vaguely hearing some yelling but it was hard to make out what was spoken. With that, the same noise from before came around and the box faded in and out before there was no trace of it. Shaking her head, Fina quickly opened the ball and swallowed the pill in one motion. Lack of sleep. Complete lack of sleep. Those were the only thoughts before placing the empty plastic ball into her bag and turned about to head back to work. Not even two steps were taken before the sound came around one more time. This time, though, it seemed it was directly beside the Starbucks vending machine.~(( I have ideas for more of that; but I am hoping that will work for now. ))~
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 3:33 pm
This fella is a canon companion--well, as far as you consider the books canon--and wasn't on the claims list, so I'll go on and put him here. I think I've nailed down the continuity issues, though (and made it so I don't have to try and play a second companion). I'll likely be playing versions of Eight and Fitz from after the Eighth Doctor Adventures, so as to avoid overcomplicating things. Everybody's got their memory back, Gallifrey is relatively intact, everything's happy and glorious and all set to come crashing down in a year or so. If that didn't make any sense to you at all, that's OK, mostly just me being a complete and utter dork. : D Anyways--this work? :3 Name: Fitzgerald "Fitz" Kreiner
Age: Late twenties
Species/Alien Races: Human (mostly)
Home Century: 20th (1963)
Description: Messy brown hair, very tall, long nose, a bit stubbly. This is my approximate mental image:
Home Planet: Earth
Personality: Fitz is a difficult guy to piss off. He's kind, thoughtful, and laid-back to the point of being almost lazy. He's also something of a coward, a bit of a skirt-chaser (although really, half of his girlfriends have sort of accidentally fallen into his lap), and will mock you quietly but thoroughly if you mistake a hobbit for a garden gnome. He likes leather coats, cigarettes, the Doctor, the occasional spot of alcohol, mimicking accents, and reading Lovecraft. He dislikes hangovers.
History: Fitz Kreiner didn't have a happy childhood. Born to Muriel and Otto Kreiner, he is half-German on his father's side. This made him unpopular in 1940s Britain, to say the least. On top of this, his father died early on, leaving him to care for his mentally-disturbed mother. He was successful enough, though, eventually learning the guitar, getting a job at a florist's, and moving into a flat of his own. But it was a stagnant existence. Act One of a three-act play, as he put it, or possibly the world's longest commercial break.
And then he met the Doctor.
Fitz blundered onto the TARDIS in much the same way most of the Doctor's companions have: accidentally. To make a long story short, there was an issue with brain slugs and supposed demonic possession and Fitz's mother went completely insane and tried to kill him. Oh, and the cops of 1963 might still have a warrant out for his arrest. But that's okay, because he's out wandering the universe now!
Also there was that small issue with the paradox cultists, but let's not go there just yet.
You can find more information here and here, if you're curious.
Relations: Aside from the parents, all he's really got is the Doctor. And, uh, whatever girl he's managed to hold onto this week.
Role-Play Example
Oh, hell.
It isn't the running. The running is really getting to be normal, although that in itself is probably a little disturbing, when Fitz stops to think about it. No. It's the small matter of what's chasing them. He isn't quite sure what it is, not really, except that it's long and tentacly and sounds for all the world like a police siren when it tries to talk. And it's green. Very large and very green.
A stray thought something along the lines of good going, Fitz, just go and stick your feet in the water, why don't you goes tumbling through his head, followed closely by well, at least it isn't as bad as the last vacation world we tried--
"Doctor?" calls Fitz, glancing over his shoulder, skidding to a halt, and then, quietly, "oh, hell"--the Doctor has turned back and is yelling up at the thing, hands spread, his voice still hoarse from exertion. He can't make out the words, but he imagines it's something along the lines of we come in peace. That's the thing with the old sci-fi tropes: sometimes, against all hope, they still work out--
--the thing shrieks, closer to a fire alarm this time--
--but of course not today, muses Fitz, and he goes and grabs the Doctor by the hand.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 4:19 pm
I will have to add him to the canon list... But it looks fine to me! And it will definitely work. And I like the picture you are using.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 9:09 pm
Name: Traveler, Annabelle Blackman
Age: 500/21
Species/Alien Races: 1/2 Human 1/2 Time Lord
Home Century: 21st
Description: Traveler
Home Planet: Gallifrey/Earth (Earth)
Personality: The Traveler's current personality is similar to a gunslinger from the wild west, while she does wield guns she is the kind of character who would take a bullet for someone just as much as to use it.
History: Being only half Time Lady she was a bit different most of the time it was mainly because she couldn't do what others could do, so when she finally was able to explore she took advantage of it, it was because of her exploring that she was out of the battle however when she returned she almost stepped into the emptiness of space if it hadn't been for her TARDIS giving a scream that stopped her. Sitting at the edge she looked a long time at the emptiness and weaped because of her only being part Time Lady she never realized that there were other survivors and thus she left and took up the identity of a young American Rodeo Chick. Deciding for the best she hide her TimeLady part and completely took up the persona of being full human her TARDIS being the only connection to her past she had asked it to if she came in contact with a Time Lord that it would send her a message that she should open her watch. But currently she's been touring with her horse Dancing Daisy
Relations: N/A as of current
Role-Play ExampleUpon entering the arena of the show floor she looked up into the skyline and watch as an alien ship floated above a building. Watching what happened her phone received a message. Reading the message:
'Annebelle
Open your watch.
From an Old Friend.
Finding the message rather odd she went to her metal chest, it was actually an army bunker chest that she like using, but she went looking for the watch that she kept with her she wasn't sure why she simply did, pulling it out she twirled the chain in her hands causing the watch to spin before she opened it, her memories returned to her in an instant. "I've come back, there must be a time lord around." She said to herself as she took out her phone again and sent a message back.
Old Friend
Thank you.
Traveler'
It was an odd message to send back but it was the way for her TARDIS to return to her as she went outside to look as a rodeo shack appeared outside. With a devilish smile on her face she pulled out a single key, Annebelle didn't know what it was for but she had kept it knowing that it was important some how. Unlocking the door she entered her TARDIS. "Howdy good friend." Traveler said, as her TARDIS sang a beautiful song.
"Let's check out what that ships doin' shall we." Traveler said, pushing buttons and twisting nobs causing her friend to shift only to the roof top where she stepped out onto the roof to see a roof shed. Stepping back inside she grabbed her pistol and a regular shot gun. "Ye'ha nothing like bein' back."
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