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Do you have other characters in this game? Not yet! She'll be the first.
Character
Name: Time and Relative Dimension in Space (also known as Idris)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Age: OOOLD. She was an antique by the time she picked up the Doctor.
Physical description: Her with the Doctor. The body she's currently in a little short, a little chubby, and in her middle age. Dark hair and dark eyes with a slightly crooked nose, she's not anyone's definition of attractive, but she is "sexy" to the Doctor. She's got nearly uncontrollable curly hair, and ripped clothing that looks like it came straight out of the Victorian era.
Background: Idris and the TARDIS.
Point in Story: Right before HOUSE takes off.
Personality: Despite being in a host known as Idris and called the Time and Relative Dimension in Space by the Doctor, she has no real name. Should it be asked of her, she might answer to TARDIS, although that is a name that took her a while to remember. Instead, she responds better to descriptions instead of names-- that comes from being a telepathic ship whose passwords contain thoughts, emotions, and memories rather than words. As such, she has little use for names until she's forced to remember them. She didn't remember the Doctor has "the Doctor" for a while, instead referring to him as her thief. She refers to Rory as the "pretty one". And in that aspect, she's whimsical.
Idris (as I'm just going to refer to her as) is also exceptionally powerful, although she filters that power in a way that only she knows how to-- others who have tried to glean the power of a TARDIS burned up from the inside out but was given exceptional power for the duration in which they had it. Rose looked into the heart of the TARDIS and became a God. Nine died. Instead, Idris filters her power so that she doesn't burn; she has no need or notice when it comes to changing the universe, and information from the past, present, and future all at once only serves to confuse her. There are many times when she knows what people will say before they say it, or things and emotions that will happen. But the closer she is bonded with someone, the more she sees of their past and future. She doesn't concern herself with the fate of others, after all.
Also expanding on the whimsical aspect of her personality comes from her being different and "wanting to see the universe." In that aspect, she claims that she had been the one to steal the Doctor rather than it just being the Doctor who stole her. Combined with her knowledge, at times she very much seems like a crazy person rambling on and on until the time comes when you realize she was actually trying to warn you about something.
For a ship, she can be quite exasperated by her inhabitants. Especially the Doctor. While she is fond of the silly antics and the fact that he adores her so, she does not quite understand why she is fond of it and seems exasperated by his lack of logic at certain times. Human trivialities escape her, as she doesn't understand why a Gallifyian who is so very smart can't seem to read a door sign regarding how to open her front door. She doesn't understand that it's a habit and it's endearing.
But for someone who is the ever-powerful TARDIS matrix stuck in human form, her grasp of human emotion grows with each minute. She is a very possessive thing over the ones that she cares about. The Doctor especially, but his companions as well... some she likes more than others, obviously, since he's the one to choose the companions rather than her. Still, she is a telepathic creature so she's got a very good sense of who she likes as she knows their thoughts as well as past and future.
Powers/Abilities: She's a TARDIS.Bigger on the inside. She can see through the timestream-- past, present, and future. She's telepathic and incredibly smart. And while she doesn't (can't?) use it, she contains the power to change the universe.
Okay, to be quite honest, she hasn't got the amazing abilities that a lot of fictional characters do. They're mostly passive and will confuse her more than it empowers her.
Items you're bringing with you: Just her clothes.
Samples
First Person POV (Network Post):
Hello? HELLO? Hello there! What a funny little contraption this is, isn't it? Looks like a box! It always comes in boxes. Boxes with screens! What an unhappy box, though. Don't be too angry at them, they're just the messengers.
[Confused headtilt. She's distracted, it's obvious. Still, she continues to talk.]
I'm stuck on a ship. A stuck ship. And I need to get back, except where I need to get is outside of this universe. Outside, but not too far away. Can anyone direct me there? That's where I am, you see. And I need to get back before something bad happens to me, because something bad is supposed to happen to me.
Doctor! Doctor, where are you?
Third Person POV (Log Post):
What an interesting little trinket!
She fiddled with the knobs, her attention divided between the actual functions to the navigation systems of the ship computers and her fingers. Fingers. She had fingers! It was like a miracle, although she wasn't entirely sure if it was a good miracle or a bad one. Because there were always bad miracles out there, willing to take the price upon whoever stumbled upon it. Bad miracles like this ship. A ship floating against the gravitational pull of a singularity.
Her expression fascinated, she raised her entire arm to bash against the keyboard, watching as the screen flickered in protest and sparks ran against the consoles. These things were old! Well, not old entirely, she was seeing it at a different time now-- it could one day be old, but it wasn't old yet; at least not while she was standing here in front of it, nursing an aching hand.
And what an ache! She flexed her fingers, staring at the flesh and blood she had been trapped (gifted?) in. So small and little and insignificant and ready to fall into dust with only a few years. So easily broken and gone. Yet so.... oh, what was the word? That word she was looking for! So big and so sad and something she needed to say to the Doctor before everything was over.
But she would find that word then, so she didn't have to worry about that now.
"Carbohydrates, lipids, proteins, and amino acids." She said aloud to herself, listening to her voice echo in her head. She brought her injured hand to her throat, now wondering how her voice worked. The same as every human? Human or Gallifryian? Or any living creature in the universe, anyway. "How peculiar. How strange. How interesting."
No, no, no. Those words weren't hers. They were the ones she wanted to find. Human language was so fascinating. How did anyone manage to communicate with another being through it rather than through images and emotions? Words were so limiting! So tiny, but so very big at the same time. To put things to words seemed to make them grand and timeless.
A distraction, and she looked over at the closed door, forgetting about the pain in her hand and her vocal chords and human speech.
"I should explore. Yes." Because that was what she wanted to do. Walk through that door (walk! How fascinating) and see what the rest of this odd little ship had to offer. Surely she could find her way back somehow. The navigational room seemed limited, but maybe the bridge would have something better. A pilot, maybe.
Contact: klotho@gmail.com
LiveJournal:
tsukishirouTimezone: -8:00GMT (PST)
Do you have other characters in this game? Not yet! She'll be the first.
Character
Name: Time and Relative Dimension in Space (also known as Idris)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Age: OOOLD. She was an antique by the time she picked up the Doctor.
Physical description: Her with the Doctor. The body she's currently in a little short, a little chubby, and in her middle age. Dark hair and dark eyes with a slightly crooked nose, she's not anyone's definition of attractive, but she is "sexy" to the Doctor. She's got nearly uncontrollable curly hair, and ripped clothing that looks like it came straight out of the Victorian era.
Background: Idris and the TARDIS.
Point in Story: Right before HOUSE takes off.
Personality: Despite being in a host known as Idris and called the Time and Relative Dimension in Space by the Doctor, she has no real name. Should it be asked of her, she might answer to TARDIS, although that is a name that took her a while to remember. Instead, she responds better to descriptions instead of names-- that comes from being a telepathic ship whose passwords contain thoughts, emotions, and memories rather than words. As such, she has little use for names until she's forced to remember them. She didn't remember the Doctor has "the Doctor" for a while, instead referring to him as her thief. She refers to Rory as the "pretty one". And in that aspect, she's whimsical.
Idris (as I'm just going to refer to her as) is also exceptionally powerful, although she filters that power in a way that only she knows how to-- others who have tried to glean the power of a TARDIS burned up from the inside out but was given exceptional power for the duration in which they had it. Rose looked into the heart of the TARDIS and became a God. Nine died. Instead, Idris filters her power so that she doesn't burn; she has no need or notice when it comes to changing the universe, and information from the past, present, and future all at once only serves to confuse her. There are many times when she knows what people will say before they say it, or things and emotions that will happen. But the closer she is bonded with someone, the more she sees of their past and future. She doesn't concern herself with the fate of others, after all.
Also expanding on the whimsical aspect of her personality comes from her being different and "wanting to see the universe." In that aspect, she claims that she had been the one to steal the Doctor rather than it just being the Doctor who stole her. Combined with her knowledge, at times she very much seems like a crazy person rambling on and on until the time comes when you realize she was actually trying to warn you about something.
For a ship, she can be quite exasperated by her inhabitants. Especially the Doctor. While she is fond of the silly antics and the fact that he adores her so, she does not quite understand why she is fond of it and seems exasperated by his lack of logic at certain times. Human trivialities escape her, as she doesn't understand why a Gallifyian who is so very smart can't seem to read a door sign regarding how to open her front door. She doesn't understand that it's a habit and it's endearing.
But for someone who is the ever-powerful TARDIS matrix stuck in human form, her grasp of human emotion grows with each minute. She is a very possessive thing over the ones that she cares about. The Doctor especially, but his companions as well... some she likes more than others, obviously, since he's the one to choose the companions rather than her. Still, she is a telepathic creature so she's got a very good sense of who she likes as she knows their thoughts as well as past and future.
Powers/Abilities: She's a TARDIS.
Okay, to be quite honest, she hasn't got the amazing abilities that a lot of fictional characters do. They're mostly passive and will confuse her more than it empowers her.
Items you're bringing with you: Just her clothes.
Samples
First Person POV (Network Post):
Hello? HELLO? Hello there! What a funny little contraption this is, isn't it? Looks like a box! It always comes in boxes. Boxes with screens! What an unhappy box, though. Don't be too angry at them, they're just the messengers.
[Confused headtilt. She's distracted, it's obvious. Still, she continues to talk.]
I'm stuck on a ship. A stuck ship. And I need to get back, except where I need to get is outside of this universe. Outside, but not too far away. Can anyone direct me there? That's where I am, you see. And I need to get back before something bad happens to me, because something bad is supposed to happen to me.
Doctor! Doctor, where are you?
Third Person POV (Log Post):
What an interesting little trinket!
She fiddled with the knobs, her attention divided between the actual functions to the navigation systems of the ship computers and her fingers. Fingers. She had fingers! It was like a miracle, although she wasn't entirely sure if it was a good miracle or a bad one. Because there were always bad miracles out there, willing to take the price upon whoever stumbled upon it. Bad miracles like this ship. A ship floating against the gravitational pull of a singularity.
Her expression fascinated, she raised her entire arm to bash against the keyboard, watching as the screen flickered in protest and sparks ran against the consoles. These things were old! Well, not old entirely, she was seeing it at a different time now-- it could one day be old, but it wasn't old yet; at least not while she was standing here in front of it, nursing an aching hand.
And what an ache! She flexed her fingers, staring at the flesh and blood she had been trapped (gifted?) in. So small and little and insignificant and ready to fall into dust with only a few years. So easily broken and gone. Yet so.... oh, what was the word? That word she was looking for! So big and so sad and something she needed to say to the Doctor before everything was over.
But she would find that word then, so she didn't have to worry about that now.
"Carbohydrates, lipids, proteins, and amino acids." She said aloud to herself, listening to her voice echo in her head. She brought her injured hand to her throat, now wondering how her voice worked. The same as every human? Human or Gallifryian? Or any living creature in the universe, anyway. "How peculiar. How strange. How interesting."
No, no, no. Those words weren't hers. They were the ones she wanted to find. Human language was so fascinating. How did anyone manage to communicate with another being through it rather than through images and emotions? Words were so limiting! So tiny, but so very big at the same time. To put things to words seemed to make them grand and timeless.
A distraction, and she looked over at the closed door, forgetting about the pain in her hand and her vocal chords and human speech.
"I should explore. Yes." Because that was what she wanted to do. Walk through that door (walk! How fascinating) and see what the rest of this odd little ship had to offer. Surely she could find her way back somehow. The navigational room seemed limited, but maybe the bridge would have something better. A pilot, maybe.
