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Ginnifer Goodwin (Sedna 2)
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Jessica Chastain (Sedna 3)
Name:
Sedna
Age:
600
Gender:
Female (for now)
Species:
Time Lord (Lady I should say)
Planet of Origin:
Gallifrey
Occupation:
Commander of the Chancellory Guard, Soldier at Arcadia during the Time War, Master Weapons Designer and Strategist, later on adventurer
Physical Description:
Second incarnation is a lithe somewhat average sized Time Lord. Her schooling, as well as training, allows for no laziness so she is very fit and has good, if not always visible, muscle on her arms and legs. She has short brown hair, which is cut short reaching her shoulders. Her eyes are brown, and her skin is fair but not tan despite her time in the sun. She wears the usual Gallifreyan attire on her any normal day, her normal attire being a regal silvery robe with golden trim; she is from a richer family after all. When she is on duty she wears her Chancellory Guard Commander uniform, a formal bright red and white tunic, a red tunic with of white shoulder pads that meet at the center and reach the center of her stomach and then white trimming. The tunic is of a lighter material than formal robes to allow better movement. To show her status she wears a golden breast plate that is adorned with Gallifreyan circular symbols. On her head rests a red helmet with white trimming and a golden crest down the center and two golden bumps on the sides of her head.
When she joins the Soldiers of Arcadia her uniform becomes thick red armor with the Seal of Rassilon on it. Her head is fitted with a helmet that contains a webcam. The webcam records her helmet but might cause hallucinations.
She also wears several hidden weapons that rest on both of her hips, right above her calves, and against both thighs. These weapons are two stasers located on her hips, two daggers located above her calves, and one blaster located on the outside of her left thigh, and finally a weapon of her own design she named the /The Oblitus/ on the outside of her right thigh. While she doesn’t always have these weapons on her at all times, she always has her /Oblitus/ on her even if she has to hide it in her armor.
In her third Incarnation only her physical appearance changes, as well as her wardrobe, her weapons array stays the same. She is now shorter by three inches. She also wears a different wardrobe, her wardrobe consisting of, to her utter disgust at first but she grows accustomed to it after a few years, Earth attire. She wears a red teeshirt, and a pair of black pants. She also wears a backpack that contains her weapons she can’t keep hidden on her body and finally she wears a pair of running shoes. Her physical appearance is a fair skinned woman with medium length bright red hair and brown eyes.
Personality:
Her second incarnation has a pretty complex personality. Her personality depends on three things, who’s around her, whether she is on duty or not, and her location. When she is on duty she is always serious, always obedient, and always respectful. She sees her job as the most important thing, only her planet and superiors mean more to her. She is immensely loyal to whomever she deems worthy of it. Once you gain her loyalty the only thing that could break it is something you do. She always takes in all sides of the argument, unless directly ordered not to; she doesn’t like killing unnecessarily since that creates enemies. When she is off duty she is not as stodgy about the rules and can make great company.
Sedna is very curious of other races, most particularly their weapons and war tactics. She prefers to use her free time studying other cultures and their weapons. She incorporates her findings into weapons she builds for herself as well as the Chancellory Guards, and later a soldier defending Arcadia. While she believes Time Lords and other Gallifreyans are superior to all races and Gallifrey is the most superior of all planets, she does enjoy the strategies of other planets as well as the curious weapons on those planets.
Sedna’s third incarnation’s personality doesn’t change to drastically. Her determination and loyalty carries over to this incarnation, her obedience to the Chancellory Guard however becomes a lot less solid as they no longer exist to enforce their rule over her. This incarnation swears an oath to find Gallifrey or at least a new home to live on. She also swears an oath to avenge Gallifrey on the person who destroyed it. In this incarnation her grief at the loss of her planet manifests itself in a burning passion to avenge her fallen planet, but she also finds herself lonely and wanting the company of another in her long search for her home and people.
History:
My history is one of long struggles and hopes dashed to bits. My childhood however was relatively easy actually. I was loomed to my parents, sadly I barely remember them, I do remember their voices reading the legends of Gallifrey to me. For years I lived and grew up under their kind voices, until I turned eight years old. At the age of eight I walked calmly into the arms of my new teachers. Soon I was walking towards the Untempered Schism.
When I looked into the Untempered Schism I saw a horrendous, a wonderfully horrendous, sight. In the vision I saw me standing above a race of beings so hideously inferior that they are using iron weapons still. In the vision I am holding a new weapon, one I have never seen before but in the vision seem very familiar with. A new feeling begins to grow in my heart, the thought to create with that new weapon I saw myself holding in that vision. Soon I am removed from the Schism and then given the ride to the Academy where I begin my training.
My time at the Academy begins with me learning my race’s magnificent history. I excel in science and arithmetic, even my teachers are impressed. As I enter my adolescence I begin to build models of weapons based on existing weapons, both from Gallifrey and other cultures, and soon all my free time is spent building weapons. Friends become a second thought. I prefer the solitude of the labs, books, and fields around the Academy. I prefer creating models to the parties of my fellow Time Lords in training.
As the years go by I notice I am becoming a favorite of my science and arithmetic teachers. It is then my teachers, who had taken to encouraging me in my skills, gave me permission to use the lab. I took the models I had been working on since I grew fascinated in other races and their weapons. It is at this point of time when I began making prototypes, some succeeding and others failing, that I began to come up with the idea to begin to design my personal weapon. The weapon I saw in my vision.
For the remaining years I have at the Academy and up to my graduation I begin to make more and more prototypes, at last I make a working prototype of a gun that fires a blast of laser that is powerful enough to burn a hole through the table, something that didn’t please my teachers. With that creation came the graduation. I graduated from the Academy with shining colors and then I moved into my first house. There I began to bring my visionary weapon to life.
Soon to my utter pleasure that weapon took form as a model. It is shaped like the stasers I had seen the Chancellory Guards carrying in pictures during my studies. Right above the handle is a red hourglass dial like I had seen on the belly of an Earth spider called the Black Widow. On either sides there are circular dials in the circular Gallifreyan writing. I grinned at the model and shouted its name to the world, the Oblitus.
However it is when I fired this weapon for the first time as a prototype that a horrific accident took me. I had just created my first prototype, given it the powers the true weapon would hold, and with a target in front of me fired it at its second lowest setting. This setting would burn a hole in the target. It worked like a dream, barely heating up. Then I kept firing the settings growing higher and the target growing weaker. Finally it is at the second highest setting, one that would vaporize its target. I fire the weapon and then feel a sharp pain in my left heart. I see stars as I hit my knees and look down, the wound is not good. Soon I see the golden mist growing on my skin, bringing a chilling warmth to my wound as my blond haired body began to fade and the new body take it. My body grew paper then and cracked and then with an explosive force but silent escape my new body took over.
In the place where I once stood is a ginger girl, me I am a young brown haired girl with a frightened scowl on my face. I didn’t know what had happened at first, but a glance in the mirror confirmed my fears, I had regenerated for the first time. My hearts sped up, panic took me, I had died. The version of me that my parents knew was gone. The girl that had become a woman at the Academy was gone. The girl with the fearsome reputation was dead. I was reborn, but I was yet still dead. No one would know me, of all the times to regenerate! I shook my head, forced myself to become rational again, and began to make way back to the lab as if I hadn’t died. I began to make a second prototype, this weapon would put me at the top again. I was three hundred fifty years old when I regenerated.
For several years I worked on the Oblitus, perfecting every part of it. I would not accept anything less than perfection. Soon my prototype became a finished product, one I didn’t put on market like the other weapons I made. I did present the finished weapon to the public, got several people who ordered it but turned them down this was my weapon, and surprisingly I was presented with the opportunity to become a member of the Chancellory Guard.
For a century, now being around four hundred sixty years old myself, I worked my way up the ranks to the main weapons builder and provider for the guard. I had been trained to fight by them. The ability to use my weapons in combat was easy for me to pick up, after all building weapons does require the skill to use them. I excelled in strategy, even coming up with them on my own by using battle plans from other cultures and melding them with Gallifreyan strategies. Soon I was granted the rank of Commander and placed in charge of a squads of my own.
After a century of time as a Commander I became respected and feared for my cool head and intense loyalty to my people. It is at the mark of my five hundredth birthday that news of the Daleks met my ear. I thought nothing of it, Time Lords are the most superior race in existence, an upstart race like the Daleks would soon be routed and destroyed. However time passes and soon a full scale war breaks out over Gallifrey. It is at this point I look at my weapons and my job with renewed vigor. I would defend my planet.
As the years drag by I do my best to keep the morale up in the squads I command, and some of the squads I don’t. Suddenly I find myself ordered to stand before the Castalon, my red robe firmly pressed and the gold breast plate gleaming in the light. I adjust my helmet to make sure it is firmly in place then walk to my spot my cape fluttering behind me. I stand at attention and wait to be addressed. Fear does not register on my face, my two hearts maintain a steady beat. Nothing I have done in the past should make me worry about a thing. When the Castalon addresses me at long last I am utterly shocked.
I have been ordered to the front lines of the war. I am to defend the base at Arcadia. I was to change in my bright red uniform of the Chancellory Guard for the darker red armor of the soldiers of Arcadia. I of course dipped my head and accepted my new role. Soon I was boarding the ship to take me to Arcadia, I said a morale boasting speech to my squad and then bid them farewell. From that moment on my days were filled with strategy and fighting Daleks. War TARDIS’s were equipped and sent off to battle Daleks. Around me I see my planet falling into ruin. Innocent blood is spilt, people are slain every day. The battle rages both in the sky and the planet surface.
The days become years and soon I and a team are ordered to fly from Arcadia and join the battle in the sky. I take off from the planet surface in my War TARDIS and joined the battle above Gallifrey with the five other TARDISes. Our battle however only lasted a few weeks before we find ourselves in a struggle for our lives, one I only made it out because I was forced out of it. As I donned my helmet a hallucination strikes my mind with the force to make me cry out. I am face to face with a Dalek and I hit the console thinking it is a Dalek, my TARDIS is sent tumbling forward and to the planetary surface. The force of the impact the TARDIS makes with the planet surface throws me out of the TARDIS and against a rock formation. I staggered to my feet and move toward the wrecked TARDIS. I make it halfway to the wreckage when the telltale chilling warmth of a regeneration takes me. The regeneration is quicker than my first, it leaves me just as disoriented as the first and the new body doesn’t fit my uniform as well but I ignore that and focus on the wreckage in front of me.
It is five days before the TARDIS is repaired, might have been faster if I was a TARDIS builder or maintainer, or had tools of the trade since a majority of the TARDIS was destroyed. I managed to make the jump off this un-named planet that I have since called prison. Yet when I make it to Gallifrey’s location I find no Gallifrey. I look at the scanners and find the planet I was on isn’t in the database so my guess at it being unworthy of a name is true. Gallifrey is gone, or has been moved somewhere, so then the War is ended. For the first time in my life I have been too late. I bow my head in respect and reverence toward the spot where my home once lay, where my friends and comrades had fought and fallen, and then turn to the direction of the rest of the universe. I am resolved, I will find Gallifrey, or at least the person who destroyed it, and I will destroy them. I am now a grand total of six hundred years old, have regenerated twice, now am not bound by the laws of the Chancellory Guards or Arcadian Soldiers, though I plan on upholding them to the best of my ability, and now I have nothing to lose. I, Sedna, am on a mission to find my home, or make a new one. You have heard my history, do you dare face me or assist me. The choice is yours.
Addition Medical Information:
None
RP Sample: Required for first character & every canon.
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Ginnifer Goodwin (Sedna 2) Jessica Chastain (Sedna 3)Name:
Sedna
Age:
600
Gender:
Female (for now)
Species:
Time Lord (Lady I should say)
Planet of Origin:
Gallifrey
Occupation:
Commander of the Chancellory Guard, Soldier at Arcadia during the Time War, Master Weapons Designer and Strategist, later on adventurer
Physical Description:
Second incarnation is a lithe somewhat average sized Time Lord. Her schooling, as well as training, allows for no laziness so she is very fit and has good, if not always visible, muscle on her arms and legs. She has short brown hair, which is cut short reaching her shoulders. Her eyes are brown, and her skin is fair but not tan despite her time in the sun. She wears the usual Gallifreyan attire on her any normal day, her normal attire being a regal silvery robe with golden trim; she is from a richer family after all. When she is on duty she wears her Chancellory Guard Commander uniform, a formal bright red and white tunic, a red tunic with of white shoulder pads that meet at the center and reach the center of her stomach and then white trimming. The tunic is of a lighter material than formal robes to allow better movement. To show her status she wears a golden breast plate that is adorned with Gallifreyan circular symbols. On her head rests a red helmet with white trimming and a golden crest down the center and two golden bumps on the sides of her head.
When she joins the Soldiers of Arcadia her uniform becomes thick red armor with the Seal of Rassilon on it. Her head is fitted with a helmet that contains a webcam. The webcam records her helmet but might cause hallucinations.
She also wears several hidden weapons that rest on both of her hips, right above her calves, and against both thighs. These weapons are two stasers located on her hips, two daggers located above her calves, and one blaster located on the outside of her left thigh, and finally a weapon of her own design she named the /The Oblitus/ on the outside of her right thigh. While she doesn’t always have these weapons on her at all times, she always has her /Oblitus/ on her even if she has to hide it in her armor.
In her third Incarnation only her physical appearance changes, as well as her wardrobe, her weapons array stays the same. She is now shorter by three inches. She also wears a different wardrobe, her wardrobe consisting of, to her utter disgust at first but she grows accustomed to it after a few years, Earth attire. She wears a red teeshirt, and a pair of black pants. She also wears a backpack that contains her weapons she can’t keep hidden on her body and finally she wears a pair of running shoes. Her physical appearance is a fair skinned woman with medium length bright red hair and brown eyes.
Personality:
Her second incarnation has a pretty complex personality. Her personality depends on three things, who’s around her, whether she is on duty or not, and her location. When she is on duty she is always serious, always obedient, and always respectful. She sees her job as the most important thing, only her planet and superiors mean more to her. She is immensely loyal to whomever she deems worthy of it. Once you gain her loyalty the only thing that could break it is something you do. She always takes in all sides of the argument, unless directly ordered not to; she doesn’t like killing unnecessarily since that creates enemies. When she is off duty she is not as stodgy about the rules and can make great company.
Sedna is very curious of other races, most particularly their weapons and war tactics. She prefers to use her free time studying other cultures and their weapons. She incorporates her findings into weapons she builds for herself as well as the Chancellory Guards, and later a soldier defending Arcadia. While she believes Time Lords and other Gallifreyans are superior to all races and Gallifrey is the most superior of all planets, she does enjoy the strategies of other planets as well as the curious weapons on those planets.
Sedna’s third incarnation’s personality doesn’t change to drastically. Her determination and loyalty carries over to this incarnation, her obedience to the Chancellory Guard however becomes a lot less solid as they no longer exist to enforce their rule over her. This incarnation swears an oath to find Gallifrey or at least a new home to live on. She also swears an oath to avenge Gallifrey on the person who destroyed it. In this incarnation her grief at the loss of her planet manifests itself in a burning passion to avenge her fallen planet, but she also finds herself lonely and wanting the company of another in her long search for her home and people.
History:
My history is one of long struggles and hopes dashed to bits. My childhood however was relatively easy actually. I was loomed to my parents, sadly I barely remember them, I do remember their voices reading the legends of Gallifrey to me. For years I lived and grew up under their kind voices, until I turned eight years old. At the age of eight I walked calmly into the arms of my new teachers. Soon I was walking towards the Untempered Schism.
When I looked into the Untempered Schism I saw a horrendous, a wonderfully horrendous, sight. In the vision I saw me standing above a race of beings so hideously inferior that they are using iron weapons still. In the vision I am holding a new weapon, one I have never seen before but in the vision seem very familiar with. A new feeling begins to grow in my heart, the thought to create with that new weapon I saw myself holding in that vision. Soon I am removed from the Schism and then given the ride to the Academy where I begin my training.
My time at the Academy begins with me learning my race’s magnificent history. I excel in science and arithmetic, even my teachers are impressed. As I enter my adolescence I begin to build models of weapons based on existing weapons, both from Gallifrey and other cultures, and soon all my free time is spent building weapons. Friends become a second thought. I prefer the solitude of the labs, books, and fields around the Academy. I prefer creating models to the parties of my fellow Time Lords in training.
As the years go by I notice I am becoming a favorite of my science and arithmetic teachers. It is then my teachers, who had taken to encouraging me in my skills, gave me permission to use the lab. I took the models I had been working on since I grew fascinated in other races and their weapons. It is at this point of time when I began making prototypes, some succeeding and others failing, that I began to come up with the idea to begin to design my personal weapon. The weapon I saw in my vision.
For the remaining years I have at the Academy and up to my graduation I begin to make more and more prototypes, at last I make a working prototype of a gun that fires a blast of laser that is powerful enough to burn a hole through the table, something that didn’t please my teachers. With that creation came the graduation. I graduated from the Academy with shining colors and then I moved into my first house. There I began to bring my visionary weapon to life.
Soon to my utter pleasure that weapon took form as a model. It is shaped like the stasers I had seen the Chancellory Guards carrying in pictures during my studies. Right above the handle is a red hourglass dial like I had seen on the belly of an Earth spider called the Black Widow. On either sides there are circular dials in the circular Gallifreyan writing. I grinned at the model and shouted its name to the world, the Oblitus.
However it is when I fired this weapon for the first time as a prototype that a horrific accident took me. I had just created my first prototype, given it the powers the true weapon would hold, and with a target in front of me fired it at its second lowest setting. This setting would burn a hole in the target. It worked like a dream, barely heating up. Then I kept firing the settings growing higher and the target growing weaker. Finally it is at the second highest setting, one that would vaporize its target. I fire the weapon and then feel a sharp pain in my left heart. I see stars as I hit my knees and look down, the wound is not good. Soon I see the golden mist growing on my skin, bringing a chilling warmth to my wound as my blond haired body began to fade and the new body take it. My body grew paper then and cracked and then with an explosive force but silent escape my new body took over.
In the place where I once stood is a ginger girl, me I am a young brown haired girl with a frightened scowl on my face. I didn’t know what had happened at first, but a glance in the mirror confirmed my fears, I had regenerated for the first time. My hearts sped up, panic took me, I had died. The version of me that my parents knew was gone. The girl that had become a woman at the Academy was gone. The girl with the fearsome reputation was dead. I was reborn, but I was yet still dead. No one would know me, of all the times to regenerate! I shook my head, forced myself to become rational again, and began to make way back to the lab as if I hadn’t died. I began to make a second prototype, this weapon would put me at the top again. I was three hundred fifty years old when I regenerated.
For several years I worked on the Oblitus, perfecting every part of it. I would not accept anything less than perfection. Soon my prototype became a finished product, one I didn’t put on market like the other weapons I made. I did present the finished weapon to the public, got several people who ordered it but turned them down this was my weapon, and surprisingly I was presented with the opportunity to become a member of the Chancellory Guard.
For a century, now being around four hundred sixty years old myself, I worked my way up the ranks to the main weapons builder and provider for the guard. I had been trained to fight by them. The ability to use my weapons in combat was easy for me to pick up, after all building weapons does require the skill to use them. I excelled in strategy, even coming up with them on my own by using battle plans from other cultures and melding them with Gallifreyan strategies. Soon I was granted the rank of Commander and placed in charge of a squads of my own.
After a century of time as a Commander I became respected and feared for my cool head and intense loyalty to my people. It is at the mark of my five hundredth birthday that news of the Daleks met my ear. I thought nothing of it, Time Lords are the most superior race in existence, an upstart race like the Daleks would soon be routed and destroyed. However time passes and soon a full scale war breaks out over Gallifrey. It is at this point I look at my weapons and my job with renewed vigor. I would defend my planet.
As the years drag by I do my best to keep the morale up in the squads I command, and some of the squads I don’t. Suddenly I find myself ordered to stand before the Castalon, my red robe firmly pressed and the gold breast plate gleaming in the light. I adjust my helmet to make sure it is firmly in place then walk to my spot my cape fluttering behind me. I stand at attention and wait to be addressed. Fear does not register on my face, my two hearts maintain a steady beat. Nothing I have done in the past should make me worry about a thing. When the Castalon addresses me at long last I am utterly shocked.
I have been ordered to the front lines of the war. I am to defend the base at Arcadia. I was to change in my bright red uniform of the Chancellory Guard for the darker red armor of the soldiers of Arcadia. I of course dipped my head and accepted my new role. Soon I was boarding the ship to take me to Arcadia, I said a morale boasting speech to my squad and then bid them farewell. From that moment on my days were filled with strategy and fighting Daleks. War TARDIS’s were equipped and sent off to battle Daleks. Around me I see my planet falling into ruin. Innocent blood is spilt, people are slain every day. The battle rages both in the sky and the planet surface.
The days become years and soon I and a team are ordered to fly from Arcadia and join the battle in the sky. I take off from the planet surface in my War TARDIS and joined the battle above Gallifrey with the five other TARDISes. Our battle however only lasted a few weeks before we find ourselves in a struggle for our lives, one I only made it out because I was forced out of it. As I donned my helmet a hallucination strikes my mind with the force to make me cry out. I am face to face with a Dalek and I hit the console thinking it is a Dalek, my TARDIS is sent tumbling forward and to the planetary surface. The force of the impact the TARDIS makes with the planet surface throws me out of the TARDIS and against a rock formation. I staggered to my feet and move toward the wrecked TARDIS. I make it halfway to the wreckage when the telltale chilling warmth of a regeneration takes me. The regeneration is quicker than my first, it leaves me just as disoriented as the first and the new body doesn’t fit my uniform as well but I ignore that and focus on the wreckage in front of me.
It is five days before the TARDIS is repaired, might have been faster if I was a TARDIS builder or maintainer, or had tools of the trade since a majority of the TARDIS was destroyed. I managed to make the jump off this un-named planet that I have since called prison. Yet when I make it to Gallifrey’s location I find no Gallifrey. I look at the scanners and find the planet I was on isn’t in the database so my guess at it being unworthy of a name is true. Gallifrey is gone, or has been moved somewhere, so then the War is ended. For the first time in my life I have been too late. I bow my head in respect and reverence toward the spot where my home once lay, where my friends and comrades had fought and fallen, and then turn to the direction of the rest of the universe. I am resolved, I will find Gallifrey, or at least the person who destroyed it, and I will destroy them. I am now a grand total of six hundred years old, have regenerated twice, now am not bound by the laws of the Chancellory Guards or Arcadian Soldiers, though I plan on upholding them to the best of my ability, and now I have nothing to lose. I, Sedna, am on a mission to find my home, or make a new one. You have heard my history, do you dare face me or assist me. The choice is yours.
Addition Medical Information:
None
RP Sample: Required for first character & every canon.
Falling, falling, now flying through the air, a burst of flowering pain swiftly cut off by a chilling warmth. I’m exploding, no I’m healing? Suddenly red hair wraps a new face and the smoking wreckage of my TARDIS welcomes me. I approach the wreckage, reach for the door…“Arrrrgh!” Sedna shot up from her bed with a cry hand reaching for her Oblitus as she surveyed they her room for enemies. A soft hum from her TARDIS calmed her and she pat the wall. The sole reminder of her home, besides her memories and the weapon in her hand, was her companion from the very battle that she had escaped her TARDIS.
“I need to stop thinking of that battle. Yet it never stops filling my thoughts.” A sharp whir from her TARDIS made a smile cross her face. “I know it wasn’t my fault, I can’t help thinking about it though.” She didn’t blame herself for the loss of her planet. Oh no the blame for her home planet, Gallifrey’s, disappearance rested on the shoulders of the being who had moved, or destroyed, the planet.
She stretched her arms the feeling of her shoulders popping woke her and she yawned. She moved into the console room and combed her red hair as her brown eyes scanned the readouts. Her eyes alighted on a planet she hadn’t explored before and the smile on her face widened at the thought of exploring this planet. “This might be it! We may have found the planet that our people are trapped on!” She looked at the readouts and read them aloud even though no one is around to hear her speak. “Oxygen atmosphere, temperate climate, fresh water and plant life, there is wild life, natives are sentient but very primitive, culture is similar to that of the Planet Earth. This is the ideal place for our people to be hidden in!” She pressed a button and sent herself toward it.
