| App for Hunted |
[Feb. 5th, 2012|11:05 am] |
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Name: The Doctor (Ninth)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Age: 900
Sexuality: Pansexual, when he's sexual at all.
Classification: Time Lord
Abilities: Ability to sense time in various ways, minor telepathy, regeneration (taking a new form when dying instead of actual death) and various other Time Lord skills.
Alignment: Good, leaning towards neutral
Point in Canon: Boom Town
Brief History: Here.
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Journal: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fantastic_doc
PB: Christopher Eccleston
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Writing Sample: PMed |
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| App for Reality Crash |
[Jan. 19th, 2012|11:29 am] |
Name: Liritar
Age: 27
Email/AIM/Journal Post/Or your choice of OOC contact: OrigamiFanatic, elfoftheriddermark@yahoo.com
Character Application:
Name: The Doctor (Ninth)
Journal: fantastic_doc
Fandom: Doctor Who
Continuity Point In Fandom: Between Boom Town and Bad Wolf (Episodes 11 and 12)
PB: Christopher Eccleston
Age: 900
Personality: The Doctor is in one of his darkest, grimmest incarnations, but still shows the manic excitement that is a common thread through his lives. Upon death, time lords can regenerate into a new body, complete with new personality, and this is his ninth face. He is, to a point, self-centered, while being selfless in his regards for life everywhere. He is well aware of his own cleverness, and is impatient with anyone less intelligent. He's gruff and sarcastic, but deep down really likes people.
He has a deep-seated need to protect the helpless, spending his time saving worlds without any hope or even desire for thanks. He dislikes guns and other weapons, but will use them and other violent means when he gets angry. Which he does far more often than his other incarnations.
Canon Puncturable: Why not.
Special Abilities/Skills: Ability to sense time in various ways, minor telepathy, regeneration (taking a new form when dying instead of actual death) and various other Time Lord skills.
Character History: Wonderful Wikipedia!
Writing/RP Example: Here! |
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| Visiting a (real) doctor (RP for luciemiller) |
[Dec. 12th, 2011|07:41 pm] |
He'd eventually had to admit that Lucie had a point; she needed to see a doctor. A human doctor. He knew enough medicine to do many, many things, but... pregnancy was tricky. Especially cross-species pregnancy. And so, here they were, forty fifth century, colony of Ambrosia. There were doctors here who did specialize in cross-species children. It was rare, but these days, it did happen.
After a long wait in the waiting room, they were shown into the back. He looked human enough, so he didn't give the nurses any information on that. The fewer who knew, the better. They took some notes, basic vital signs and the like, and left.
Finally the doctor came in. He was a tall, thin man, with dark skin and closs-cropped greying hair. He flashed a friendly smile. "Hello, I'm Dr. Thompson. You'd be Ms. Miller?"
"Yes," the Doctor said shortly before Lucie could answer. He stood, pulling himself to his full height, about an inch taller than the other man. "Sorry about this..." And then he was touching the man's face, forming a telepathic link. He wasn't about to put his babies in the hands of anyone he wasn't sure he could trust.
After a moment, he stepped back with a smile. This man would never dream of doing anything that would harm someone. Dr. Thompson gaped at him, uncomprehending for a long moment. "What did you do to me?"
"Like I said, sorry." He shrugged ruefully. "Some of you lot... you'd rather research and experiment than let something be. Don't want my babies, or me, for that matter, locked up for testing." |
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| Shopping! (RP for luciemiller) |
[Dec. 3rd, 2011|12:49 pm] |
There were so many preparations to make. A nursery to arrange, supplies to buy... Medical stuff. But he wasn't going to worry about that quite yet. He'd have enough to worry about with the cross species stuff. Didn't really want to get an actual doctor involved. Who knew what they'd do when they discovered how different the baby was going to be?
But anyway. Shopping was always good. And he and Lucie would have a good time picking things out. He was sure of it. Women always liked that sort of thing. Nesting and everything. And he was looking forward to it himself.
He sprang out of the TARDIS and turned back, waiting for his lover. "Coming?" |
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[Nov. 28th, 2011|02:38 pm] |
He looked at himself in the mirror, all dolled up in a suit. He felt ridiculous. He tugged nervously at the coat before setting the top hat on his head. He was only doing this for them. Oh, but he hated all this pomp and ceremony. He was just ready for it to be over. One more unneeded adjustment of his clothes, which, despite his opinion, looked incredible, and he headed down to the library. An important room, for an important day.
And, of course, he was the first ready. Not that he was surprised. His lovely darlings had a lot more frills to put on. |
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| Romance, not something that comes easy... (RP for luciemiller) |
[Nov. 17th, 2011|02:01 pm] |
Something had been nagging at his thoughts all day. Lucie'd been traveling with him for a month, this time around. And that made it... their anniversary, yeah? That was something humans celebrated. One month, one year... Tiny increments of time, but... it meant something, when you only had a century. So he made an announcement over the comm system. "Oi, Lucie, we're going out. Wear something nice."
When she got to the control room, she'd find him lounging in the seat, dressed uncomfortably in a suit, but grinning. |
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| App for Dystopia Rising |
[Nov. 17th, 2011|11:57 am] |
Player Information
Name: Liritar
Contact Information (E-mail/ IM ): elfoftheriddermark@yahoo.com, OrigamiFanatic
Age (Must be over 18): 27
RPG Experience: A metric shit ton.
Character Information
Name: The Doctor (Ninth)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Age: 900
Personality: Sarcastic, impatient, but easily excitable.
Brief History: Here!
Powers/ Abilities: Time Lord abilities
Alignment: Good?
Pb: Christopher Eccleston
Writing Sample (at least a 100 words in third-person point of view): Nope. |
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| Just a Quick Drink (RP for someoldhippy) |
[Nov. 6th, 2011|08:29 am] |
They'd been walking around London, having stopped to pick up milk. Always seemed to run out of milk. He'd gotten quite fond of the stuff, even if it did come out of a cow.
They walked by a pub, a blast of sound coming out as the door opened. He stopped and shot his husband a pleading look. He just wanted one drink. Really. Just one. |
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| Breakfast! (RP for luciemiller) |
[Oct. 31st, 2011|05:58 pm] |
Lucie'd been asleep when he'd woken up. No surprise there. Humans needed so much of the stuff. The Doctor carefully slid out of the bed, as he'd gotten in the habit of doing these past few days. He stood and stared down at her for a long moment. Lucie Miller. He should be ashamed of himself. She was so young, so... human. Barely more than a child, even by human standards. There was something wrong with him.
But then she'd smile, or laugh, or insult him in that oh-so-Lucie way, and... and he stopped caring. Not that there was anyone out there to judge him, these days. Humans wouldn't know, and... anyone who knew was dead. Lucie made him happy. There was damn little these days that did. And he was going to cling to these moments as a shield against the darkness.
He forced himself to leave her side before he lost control enough to wake her up. He could amuse himself for a few hours. He reached out and brushed her hair back from her face before stalking out into the hallway. He took a seat and read a few books, then wandered to the kitchen. He was hungry, his body getting used to regular meals again. He pulled out ingredients, whistling happily as he started mixing things together. It had been far too long since he'd exercised his cooking skills. |
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| Waking Up (RP for luciemiller) |
[Oct. 17th, 2011|01:10 pm] |
He pried his eyes open, wincing at the increasingly familiar sensations of a headache, mouth tasting like alcohol. Several different kinds. Right. Maybe he needed to cut back. Maybe next week, he amended. It still hurt too much. Everything hurt too much. He groaned, trying to pull the blanket over his head.
It didn't move. Something... someone was pinning it down. His vision was still too blurry to make out the form beside him, so he tried blinking. "What the bloody hell?" |
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| Secretive and Suspicious (RP for girlwhoneverwas) |
[Oct. 14th, 2011|10:30 pm] |
It was that time again. The Doctor had parked the TARDIS and stared at him with that implacable expression until he got himself outside. Though... he honestly didn't mind these visits with Eileen, not any more. She'd helped. She really had. And maybe he still didn't like talking about all his problems, but it had gotten easier, over the years. He stalked up the path towards her house and knocked on the door. The psychiatrist had realized long ago that, as a time traveler, he'd never show up for appointments, so he was supposed to just drop by after hours. It was safer for her that way, too. No record of him.
The doctor answered in her bathrobe, cup of tea in hand. "Doctor," she said, unsurprised. "I was wondering when you were going to turn up." She smiled and stepped aside. He crossed the threshold and the door swung shut behind him. |
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| Fic: Seeking Help |
[Oct. 9th, 2011|10:34 am] |
The TARDIS materialized outside of the building, and the Doctor stepped out, hunching his shoulders. He’d made an appointment two weeks—or five minutes—ago, and it was still a test of will to actually walk up to the doors. But he’d promised, hadn’t he? He was falling apart. And his husband deserved him to… to… be there for him. And not have to deal with him… breaking down.
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| Just a little question (rp for girlwhoneverwas and someoldhippy) |
[Oct. 3rd, 2011|09:21 pm] |
He had the ring in his pocket. The Doctor's hand in his. And a huge grin across his face. They were going to do this. They were going to ask Charley to marry them. Now... they just had to find her. She'd been asleep when he'd gone to talk to the Doctor, but the amount of time they'd spent in the wardrobe, bickering over jewelry, had given her time to get up and wander off somewhere. Eventually he tracked her down to the kitchen. "Charley, love?" |
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| Have to Talk about Things... (rp for someoldhippy) |
[Oct. 3rd, 2011|08:51 am] |
Something had been bothering him for a long time. Charley's attitude. She was fantastic, of course, but... she persisted in categorizing herself outside of the two of them. Like she wasn't as important. And he and the Doctor had to do something about that. Somehow persuade her that she belonged just as much as either of them. And so, while she was sleeping, he went off to find his husband. |
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| Reconnecting (RP for girlwhoneverwas) |
[Sep. 11th, 2011|11:38 am] |
They'd landed on Brontitall, his husband being adamant about finding him some new shoes. He'd refused to go shopping, on the grounds that, one, he hated it, and two, his shoes were perfectly fine. And so the Doctor had stormed off in a huff, presumably to find something to his liking and beat his older self over the head with it if he wouldn't wear them. Well, fine. Bloody fantastic. The Doctor moved off in the opposite direction, quite willing to let him go cool off. And needing the space himself.
Suddenly he heard someone cry out, the voice making him take off running before his mind could identify it. He turned a corner and saw three men lying on the ground, and a woman fighting off the fourth one. One of them picked himself up, but the woman couldn't see him. Instincts still firmly in control, he swung out and decked the man just as she finished the one she was engaged with. And then she turned around.
His mouth dropped open. "Charlotte Pollard." |
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