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Name: Emmy
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emmynine
E-mail:xlittle_pyrox@yahoo.com
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Time zone: EST
Other Characters: N/A
Character Information
Name: Rose Tyler
Fandom: Doctor Who
Timeline Summary: Rose is taken from nearly the end of the episode 'Journey's End', while everyone is holed up on the TARDIS, helping Ten pilot.
Background: http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Rose_Tyler
Personality:
Rose is, first and foremost, adventurous. She loves to explore, to meet new people, visit new worlds, and experience new culture. She's brave, and never afraid to jump in and help someone who needs helping. She's outspoken, and isn't afraid to let her opinion be known. She's compassionate, loyal, and has a strong sense of morality and justice. She's willing to cause a bit of friction, if it helps the situation.
She's clever, as well, in a grounded way. Her intelligence comes more from intuition and experience than actual education, though later in life she did devote a lot of her time to more disciplined learning. She has the capability to be book-smart, but had a rocky experience in secondary school that deterred her from serious learning early in life.
She's quirky, up-beat, and has a fun and sometimes inappropriate sense of humor. She can laugh at the worst of times, and often tries to ease tension or lighten the mood with flat, unimpressive jokes.
She's exceptionally stubborn, and does what she thinks is right regardless of the advice or warning of others. This can, occasionally, lead to recklessness when she jumps in head-first and doesn't stop to think about the consequences beforehand.
She can be a little brash or rude to people she feels deserve it. She can be snarky, especially in an argument, and often says things without thinking about them first.
She has jealous tendencies, and can be easily threatened, but it isn't impossible to get over, and she is willing to compromise for the sake of saving the peace. That being said, she gets along better with working-class women, mostly due to her upbringing as the lower middle class daughter of a single mother.
She's got fierce determination and work ethic, and isn't swayed by impossible odds. She cares very deeply about people she loves, and isn't afraid to make it known. She is very adaptable, and can improve herself to suit her situation without giving up what makes her quintessentially her.
Powers, Skills, and Abilities:
She has developed minimal knowledge in physics and various aspects of the workings of time travel and universal displacement, mostly just enough to help develop and use the Dimension Canon, but it isn't substantial enough to matter, really.
Also, she got a bronze medal in gymnastics before she dropped out of secondary school. Hurray.
Samples
First Person:
[There's a bit of fumbling and camera-shaking as Rose adjusts the picture, and a moment later it focuses on her very annoyed face.]
Okay.
That's it. I'm gonna slap someone. Apparently they don't have sexual harassment seminars on this planet, either that, or you're just all bonkers. So there I was, mindin' my own business, and then this fly... faced... thing... comes up and sticks his hand up my skirt.
And if I hear one more person say that it's how they say hello, I'm gonna start saying hello by punchin' them in the gob. That's exactly the excuse Mickey's best mate gave me, and he couldn't walk right for a week after. Don't care how you share 'diplomatic responsibilities', you can bloody well do it on the outside of my clothes. Never heard of anyone gettin' offended by a handshake.
Well, there was that one planet where the people had feet on their arms, but that so doesn't count.
[She crosses her arms, and the camera shuts off.]
Third Person:
Rose was used to walking.
That statement wasn't entirely accurate. Rose was used to running. The feeling of her muscles working beneath her, the fluid energy, the momentum as the tread of her trainers smacked the ground, gripped the pavement, projecting her forward faster, stronger, harder. What she was doing now was distinctly not running. It wasn't jogging, hurrying, bustling, or power walking.
If anything, it might've been considered ambling. The road was icy beneath her feet, and every other step, she had to thrust out her arms to keep her balance. Her right foot slid, and it took conscious effort not to lock up her stance. Bloody ice.
What she wasn't used to was walking (or running) alone.
Since she was nineteen, she'd always had a partner. Back then, he'd been distinctly more than a partner, of course, but that was the easiest label to assign to him. Considering his vast array of titles, she thought it safe enough. After him, there was Torchwood, and she'd had Mickey and Jake.
The three of them were best mates. Inseparable, really, despite her constantly diverted attention. It was only by their prompting that she ever got out, put down her work and properly got out. She'd spent so much time learning, trying to be better, cleverer, to solve the impossible problems facing their universe (and her own personal interest), she nearly forgot to live. It would have been a shame, and he would've been disappointed.
So, she let them drag her down to the pub for footie matches, or to parties, company picnics and movie night. She trusted them infinitely, her boys, and they hadn't disappointed. No facing the loneliness that threatened her.
And then the stars started going out. People forgot. Whole universes, whole star systems ceased to exist, were wiped from and space, their occupants absent, lifetimes reascended. And it would've gone unnoticed, really, if she hadn't been so keen on watching the stars.
She might be giving herself too much credit, after all, Mickey had traveled in the TARDIS and so had her mum. Imagine that, if the multiverse had been saved by Jackie Tyler. No matter what the Doctor would say (and she was certain he'd have a thing or two to say on the subject, bless him), she firmly believed her mum was capable. Except, her mum didn't know the faintest thing about astronomy, and probably hadn't poked her head out after nightfall in the last eight months.
There was always Mickey, though, and thank god for him, because without his backing, Torchwood might not've taken her seriously, despite her relationship with Pete. He managed to write a program depicting the original layout of the universe, and with the help of some of the most brilliant minds in physics, chart out with complete scientific backing how the universe was supposed to look, in comparison to the one they currently were exposed to.
Regardless, it was only thanks to the changes made by the TARDIS and the displacement instituted by being separated from most time lines that they managed to pick up on it at all. After then, as though she weren't already dedicated to her work, most of her hours went into the dimension cannon. Classes on physics and particle physics, theoretical physics and other types of physics that just... went completely over her head.
She was just a girl, just a chav from the Powell Estate, who dropped out and never got her A-levels. It had been impossible work. They had laughed, literally laughed in her face, at first, when she signed up for the class. Her bottle-blond hair and pink track suit clearly didn't mesh with the types of people actually suited for the class.
She didn't care. She bought a pair of brainy specs, learned terms like transversal fluctuation, and worked harder than anyone else in the class. Not because she was more determined, though she was, but because she had to, just to keep up. And when she'd learned enough to... loosely grasp the basic principals, she launched herself into field testing. Mickey never left her, though he did cast her mistrustful, tired glances.
And then the walls started breaking down. And she jumped. For over a year, she jumped. Contact managed to figure out a way to assign coordinates to universes, to speculate on things well over their heads about the relativity of universes, their metaphysical distances. Theories were... sketchy.
She didn't care.
So, she jumped. Universe to universe, the easiest done to universes who had already started to bleed, who were connected to one another, their walls deteriorating. For once. It wasn't Torchwood's fault. The disintegration had started happening long before the Dimension Canon, and it was only because of the thinness of the walls that the technology actually worked.
She found him. After a hundred jumps, particle reformations, invasions and accidents, worlds and time lines, she found him. And they were together. And they were brilliant.
For a day.
Recycled samples are shamelessly recycled.
Name: Emmy
Personal LJ:
emmynineE-mail:xlittle_pyrox@yahoo.com
AIM/Plurk/etc.: EmmyNine - AIM
Time zone: EST
Other Characters: N/A
Character Information
Name: Rose Tyler
Fandom: Doctor Who
Timeline Summary: Rose is taken from nearly the end of the episode 'Journey's End', while everyone is holed up on the TARDIS, helping Ten pilot.
Background: http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Rose_Tyler
Personality:
Rose is, first and foremost, adventurous. She loves to explore, to meet new people, visit new worlds, and experience new culture. She's brave, and never afraid to jump in and help someone who needs helping. She's outspoken, and isn't afraid to let her opinion be known. She's compassionate, loyal, and has a strong sense of morality and justice. She's willing to cause a bit of friction, if it helps the situation.
She's clever, as well, in a grounded way. Her intelligence comes more from intuition and experience than actual education, though later in life she did devote a lot of her time to more disciplined learning. She has the capability to be book-smart, but had a rocky experience in secondary school that deterred her from serious learning early in life.
She's quirky, up-beat, and has a fun and sometimes inappropriate sense of humor. She can laugh at the worst of times, and often tries to ease tension or lighten the mood with flat, unimpressive jokes.
She's exceptionally stubborn, and does what she thinks is right regardless of the advice or warning of others. This can, occasionally, lead to recklessness when she jumps in head-first and doesn't stop to think about the consequences beforehand.
She can be a little brash or rude to people she feels deserve it. She can be snarky, especially in an argument, and often says things without thinking about them first.
She has jealous tendencies, and can be easily threatened, but it isn't impossible to get over, and she is willing to compromise for the sake of saving the peace. That being said, she gets along better with working-class women, mostly due to her upbringing as the lower middle class daughter of a single mother.
She's got fierce determination and work ethic, and isn't swayed by impossible odds. She cares very deeply about people she loves, and isn't afraid to make it known. She is very adaptable, and can improve herself to suit her situation without giving up what makes her quintessentially her.
Powers, Skills, and Abilities:
She has developed minimal knowledge in physics and various aspects of the workings of time travel and universal displacement, mostly just enough to help develop and use the Dimension Canon, but it isn't substantial enough to matter, really.
Also, she got a bronze medal in gymnastics before she dropped out of secondary school. Hurray.
Samples
First Person:
[There's a bit of fumbling and camera-shaking as Rose adjusts the picture, and a moment later it focuses on her very annoyed face.]
Okay.
That's it. I'm gonna slap someone. Apparently they don't have sexual harassment seminars on this planet, either that, or you're just all bonkers. So there I was, mindin' my own business, and then this fly... faced... thing... comes up and sticks his hand up my skirt.
And if I hear one more person say that it's how they say hello, I'm gonna start saying hello by punchin' them in the gob. That's exactly the excuse Mickey's best mate gave me, and he couldn't walk right for a week after. Don't care how you share 'diplomatic responsibilities', you can bloody well do it on the outside of my clothes. Never heard of anyone gettin' offended by a handshake.
Well, there was that one planet where the people had feet on their arms, but that so doesn't count.
[She crosses her arms, and the camera shuts off.]
Third Person:
Rose was used to walking.
That statement wasn't entirely accurate. Rose was used to running. The feeling of her muscles working beneath her, the fluid energy, the momentum as the tread of her trainers smacked the ground, gripped the pavement, projecting her forward faster, stronger, harder. What she was doing now was distinctly not running. It wasn't jogging, hurrying, bustling, or power walking.
If anything, it might've been considered ambling. The road was icy beneath her feet, and every other step, she had to thrust out her arms to keep her balance. Her right foot slid, and it took conscious effort not to lock up her stance. Bloody ice.
What she wasn't used to was walking (or running) alone.
Since she was nineteen, she'd always had a partner. Back then, he'd been distinctly more than a partner, of course, but that was the easiest label to assign to him. Considering his vast array of titles, she thought it safe enough. After him, there was Torchwood, and she'd had Mickey and Jake.
The three of them were best mates. Inseparable, really, despite her constantly diverted attention. It was only by their prompting that she ever got out, put down her work and properly got out. She'd spent so much time learning, trying to be better, cleverer, to solve the impossible problems facing their universe (and her own personal interest), she nearly forgot to live. It would have been a shame, and he would've been disappointed.
So, she let them drag her down to the pub for footie matches, or to parties, company picnics and movie night. She trusted them infinitely, her boys, and they hadn't disappointed. No facing the loneliness that threatened her.
And then the stars started going out. People forgot. Whole universes, whole star systems ceased to exist, were wiped from and space, their occupants absent, lifetimes reascended. And it would've gone unnoticed, really, if she hadn't been so keen on watching the stars.
She might be giving herself too much credit, after all, Mickey had traveled in the TARDIS and so had her mum. Imagine that, if the multiverse had been saved by Jackie Tyler. No matter what the Doctor would say (and she was certain he'd have a thing or two to say on the subject, bless him), she firmly believed her mum was capable. Except, her mum didn't know the faintest thing about astronomy, and probably hadn't poked her head out after nightfall in the last eight months.
There was always Mickey, though, and thank god for him, because without his backing, Torchwood might not've taken her seriously, despite her relationship with Pete. He managed to write a program depicting the original layout of the universe, and with the help of some of the most brilliant minds in physics, chart out with complete scientific backing how the universe was supposed to look, in comparison to the one they currently were exposed to.
Regardless, it was only thanks to the changes made by the TARDIS and the displacement instituted by being separated from most time lines that they managed to pick up on it at all. After then, as though she weren't already dedicated to her work, most of her hours went into the dimension cannon. Classes on physics and particle physics, theoretical physics and other types of physics that just... went completely over her head.
She was just a girl, just a chav from the Powell Estate, who dropped out and never got her A-levels. It had been impossible work. They had laughed, literally laughed in her face, at first, when she signed up for the class. Her bottle-blond hair and pink track suit clearly didn't mesh with the types of people actually suited for the class.
She didn't care. She bought a pair of brainy specs, learned terms like transversal fluctuation, and worked harder than anyone else in the class. Not because she was more determined, though she was, but because she had to, just to keep up. And when she'd learned enough to... loosely grasp the basic principals, she launched herself into field testing. Mickey never left her, though he did cast her mistrustful, tired glances.
And then the walls started breaking down. And she jumped. For over a year, she jumped. Contact managed to figure out a way to assign coordinates to universes, to speculate on things well over their heads about the relativity of universes, their metaphysical distances. Theories were... sketchy.
She didn't care.
So, she jumped. Universe to universe, the easiest done to universes who had already started to bleed, who were connected to one another, their walls deteriorating. For once. It wasn't Torchwood's fault. The disintegration had started happening long before the Dimension Canon, and it was only because of the thinness of the walls that the technology actually worked.
She found him. After a hundred jumps, particle reformations, invasions and accidents, worlds and time lines, she found him. And they were together. And they were brilliant.
For a day.
Recycled samples are shamelessly recycled.
