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~*About You*~
Name: Jen
Age: 29
Email: cinnamoncpcake@gmail.com
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~*Your Character*~
Name: Rose Marion Tyler
Canon: Doctor Who (TV Series)
Canon Point: Three years post-Doomsday. She’s working at Torchwood in Pete’s World, the Dimension Cannon existing, but not yet working.
Character Journal: summinkothewolf
Series Info:
Rose’s biography at the Doctor Who Wiki.
Appearance:
Personality:
Rose’s personality evolves over the course of her time spent traveling with the Doctor and continues to do so during her stay in Pete’s World. She is compassionate and forgiving, unable to see someone suffering without trying to help to the best of her ability (which may well mean encouraging or demanding the Doctor do something, as he has knowledge and resources she does not). That said, Rose is fiercely protective of the people she loves and has a quick temper when one of them is endangered. Looking into the TARDIS again might not be a possibility, but she’ll do what she has to do and what she can do. She can be jealous and petty if she perceives competition, but she’s more likely than anything to wind up friendly, if not actually friends, with the person. Her tendency to rush headlong into things and situations is still a huge part of her personality, but training and experience have tempered the habit to some extent. At heart, she’s an adventurer and an explorer: impulsive and gutsy with heaping doses of wanderlust and stubbornness thrown in for good measure. Trapped in a parallel universe and told getting back to her proper universe is impossible? She’ll keep on fighting and trying until she finds a way to cross the Void without damaging either universe. Rose knows what she wants and refuses to live her life on anyone else’s terms.
Powers/Abilities:
Rose is human - albeit one trained at Torchwood and accustomed to a life of running and irregular sleeping patterns - so she lacks any supernatural or mystical powers. However, she’s hardy, handy with a gun, quick on her feet, and resourceful.
~*Writing Sample*~
First Person:
[Boom! An explosion rocks the building and things are a bit of a blur after that.
Up ahead, the ceiling collapses and I can hear Foster and Drake yelling, over the comm and echoing against the walls around me. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go; that family of aliens aren’t supposed to get the better of us. The whole thing is supposed to be another day at the office: make contact, determine if hostile or in need of assistance, gather what intelligence we can and either disarm them then send on their merry way back into Space or help them and learn from them.
So, how did we end up in over our heads? Literally, in the case of my two teammates who are now buried beneath fallen debris. I rush over to where the ceiling caved in, pulling at wood and furniture from the next floor up that came down with the rest of it. Coughing, I’m coughing now because of the smoke, but I have to get them out of here; they’re my responsibility.] Hold on, d’you hear me?
Jake, Mickey! [I lift my wrist and call out into my comm device.] The family set something off or shot some sort of weapon powerful enough to bring the eighth floor down onto us. You and the rest of the team move to cover all exits, now! I don’t want them escaping while we’re distracted.
[Distracted. That’s one word for it. Desperate is another. Livid. Terrified. Two more. Please don’t let them be dead, I think. Please.
At least, that’s before I blink and find myself standing somewhere else.
I blink again, rubbing my eyes this time and wincing because my hands are covered in soot from the charred bits of the building I’d been digging through. Blimey, that stings!
And I’m still here. Wherever here is. A park? But how’s this- this isn’t happening. I’ve got people depending on me and I can’t just have…] What?!