Sarah Jane Smith
Jul 25, 2013 23:27:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 23:27:19 GMT -5
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Name: Sarah Jane Smith
Age: Born in 1948
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Occupation: Keeping Earth Civilization Guided by Humans
Physical Description: She is five foot four inches and willow thin. Dark, loosely waved brown hair frames her face. In the sun caramel highlights catch. Her hazel eyes may be unremarkable, but they are ringed by a thick fringe of dark lashes and punctuated with delicate, expressive eyebrows. It is her mouth that draws the eye, her emotions written there with grace. She spends more time on her clothing than anyone would believe if they knew, and favors a fine fit and feminine flare. It depends what year you catch her whether you'll find her in pumps and a delicate hat, or stout boots and a leather jacket.
Personality: Curiosity might save the odd civilization, but it's likely to do her in. Plucky in the clutch, she is sometimes sharp tongued, but always loyal. Loyal even to ideas, regardless of personal price. Having once torn a Dalek apart with her bare hands, she is not afraid to get blood or goo on them if the time is right. There is a side to her as soft as her words can be sharp.
History: An investigative reporter by trade, this orphan girl knows how to find the dark seeds of trouble, by accident or design. It was inevitable she'd find her way to the Doctor's side. She traveled with him for a time. Determined to continue the work they had once done, she began her own defense in smaller scale, using the tools at hand. She never could quite escape the influence of her old friend, and was sometimes caught up again with him, always to dire degree as it always was with that renegade time Lord. She began to understand him better when companions began to attach themselves to her. The joy of sharing, the terrible responsibility. The absolute necessity of them.
Their common interest in Earth a constant, it was unavoidable she and the Doctor would cross paths yet again, her ability and influence at that point in her life putting them on more equal ground. At least on Earth.
Addition Medical Information: She's a screamer alright.
RP Sample:
She stood on a crate in the hazy warm lamp light, dirty faces looking up at her, some skeptical, some hopeful. Those who knew her gave her a nod.
"I Know you've all heard stories since you were children. I know it seems very important to remember the lessons those stories taught you! I want you to know I agree that there is wisdom to be found there, and if you are a believer, go ahead and believe! What you all need to know is that the thing that sits in it's vault up above is not the Creator. It's just a machine, doing what it's programed to do. To keep going. To do whatever takes to keep going, even if it means enslaving and cannibalizing the very folks it was intended to protect. It's time to stop this. It's time for this space ship to land on it's new home! Are you with me!?"
The roared in response as she hoped they would, she hopped down off the barrel, and realized the Doctor was there practically under her feet. He gave her quite a pat on the back, and she grinned up, unable to hide her pride. When had he come? Had he heard her?
"Did you get that code key you went after?" She asked hopefully, scrubbing her sleeve over her face. She must look a fright.
P.S. I did not copy any of my previous writing and made this up fresh ^_^
Name: Sarah Jane Smith
Age: Born in 1948
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Occupation: Keeping Earth Civilization Guided by Humans
Physical Description: She is five foot four inches and willow thin. Dark, loosely waved brown hair frames her face. In the sun caramel highlights catch. Her hazel eyes may be unremarkable, but they are ringed by a thick fringe of dark lashes and punctuated with delicate, expressive eyebrows. It is her mouth that draws the eye, her emotions written there with grace. She spends more time on her clothing than anyone would believe if they knew, and favors a fine fit and feminine flare. It depends what year you catch her whether you'll find her in pumps and a delicate hat, or stout boots and a leather jacket.
Personality: Curiosity might save the odd civilization, but it's likely to do her in. Plucky in the clutch, she is sometimes sharp tongued, but always loyal. Loyal even to ideas, regardless of personal price. Having once torn a Dalek apart with her bare hands, she is not afraid to get blood or goo on them if the time is right. There is a side to her as soft as her words can be sharp.
History: An investigative reporter by trade, this orphan girl knows how to find the dark seeds of trouble, by accident or design. It was inevitable she'd find her way to the Doctor's side. She traveled with him for a time. Determined to continue the work they had once done, she began her own defense in smaller scale, using the tools at hand. She never could quite escape the influence of her old friend, and was sometimes caught up again with him, always to dire degree as it always was with that renegade time Lord. She began to understand him better when companions began to attach themselves to her. The joy of sharing, the terrible responsibility. The absolute necessity of them.
Their common interest in Earth a constant, it was unavoidable she and the Doctor would cross paths yet again, her ability and influence at that point in her life putting them on more equal ground. At least on Earth.
Addition Medical Information: She's a screamer alright.
RP Sample:
She stood on a crate in the hazy warm lamp light, dirty faces looking up at her, some skeptical, some hopeful. Those who knew her gave her a nod.
"I Know you've all heard stories since you were children. I know it seems very important to remember the lessons those stories taught you! I want you to know I agree that there is wisdom to be found there, and if you are a believer, go ahead and believe! What you all need to know is that the thing that sits in it's vault up above is not the Creator. It's just a machine, doing what it's programed to do. To keep going. To do whatever takes to keep going, even if it means enslaving and cannibalizing the very folks it was intended to protect. It's time to stop this. It's time for this space ship to land on it's new home! Are you with me!?"
The roared in response as she hoped they would, she hopped down off the barrel, and realized the Doctor was there practically under her feet. He gave her quite a pat on the back, and she grinned up, unable to hide her pride. When had he come? Had he heard her?
"Did you get that code key you went after?" She asked hopefully, scrubbing her sleeve over her face. She must look a fright.
P.S. I did not copy any of my previous writing and made this up fresh ^_^
