Does what it says on the tin. I'd prefer to play the Doctor.
Rules:
Don't be bigoted or a dick.
Swearing, gore, and darker themes are fine.
Diversity is cool if you can be respectful.
Don't be overpowered or overly edgy.
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply.
Have fun!
Bumptious bumple.
Oh- Dr.who? Im interested lmao-
Sure, come on in!
Yay! :D
So, which Era of Who? stims in hope for my non-canon-hyperfixation-Doctor
Hm… I don't mind. Any?
Whoot! Okay, you are in for a treat. So, I’m really invested in…. well, like, all of the extended universe stuff so I often come across certain things I kind of basically freak out over and get really invested in for… complicated reasons. Anyways, there’s this non-canon animation I’m 2003 that attempted to revive the series, SoTS, that featured Richard E Grant voicing the Doctor and a special…. someone as a companion. I will probably also play He but the him shall remain a surprise for now unless you wanna look it up. There was also a fiction done, Feast of the Stone, but anyways that’s unrelated all I’m saying is daring duo of Alison Cheney played by Sophie Okonedo and The Doctor by Richard E Grant, and a special someone who I both love and hate for complicated reasons, traversing the galaxy for complicated reasons. It’s,,,, good. I can link you the episodes in that PM you set up earlier if you wanna look into it, the animation had a good story but unfortunately the animation was… eh. Sorry, I’m rambling. Anyways because I really like this version of the Doctor, I’d totally love to use him for this RP, even if he’s technically not the canon ninth Doctor. I will shut up now.
XD, It's okay!
I understand, you should see me when it comes to anime, and locke and key, and Anne with an E, OUAT, etc-
So,,,,, art thou interested? Also, do you wanna make an OC to play for this?
Yes, I'd prefer to make an oc!
:D
And yes I am thou intrested.
Attepting to use thee's and thous but unable to do it due to stupidity~ <3
Okay! I’ll set up a template for you, and we can begin!
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Orientation:
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
Name: Kaite Rows.
Age: 20.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Pansexual.
Appearance:
-Face: He has green eyes, with freckles all over his face. He has a nice jaw-line, and a small set of dimples on his cheeks. He normally wears vintage glasses.
-Body Style: Short, and perky on the rear- (cuz why not-? XD-), small waist, and a thin body.
Clothing:
-Shirt: A white plain tee, with a monarch butterfly on it.
-Pants: High-waisted jeans, with rips in it and a belt with it.
-Shoes: A pair of vans.
-Acc: He wears a black choker, and he has a tounge piercing with two ear peircings.
Personality: Kind, awkward, and goofy. Sometimes Off task.
Other: He works at a cafe-
Is this good.
Yeah!
Okay! :D
I’ll post a starter!
Okay! :)
The Doctor leaned over the console, the light hitting his grey hair and pale, sickly visage in a way that reflected how tired he really was. His eyes were pale and sunken, and he looked like he’d truly never be happy again. She had left, and it was a wise decision on her part, but it still hurt. Alison had meant the world to him, she really was a true friend, but all things wither and die and he’d had to face that with her. She didn’t want to stay, couldn’t stay really, and so she’d gone back to her family to live with them for a while. She’d even gone back to college, the Doctor had been keeping an eye on the little town of Lannet to make sure nothing would invade it or bring it to ruins.
But it was never enough, was it? He was just so lonely… well, the Doctor had him, but he was always lurking in the shadows ready to give freely some snarky commentary and unsolicited advice whenever the Doctor showed any signs of weakness. He never knew where he stood with him, but he knew it was very, very low.
So when the TARDIS began to fly of its own accord, the Doctor screamed with rage. “No, can’t you see? I’m not doing it! Not for you, any of you! You can’t control me, I’ll just stay in here and wait to die and then what will your high and mighty selves do?” he roared.
“I suggest you leave, or I will find a way to make you. You have been moping for months, it is time to move on.” said a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows. It was him. The android, or, well, more than an android. But the Doctor didn’t have time to deal with his problems.
“Fine, I’m leaving. But believe me, I’m not happy about it.” said the Doctor, taking a small swig from the flask hidden snugly in one of his trenchcoat’s many pockets. He left the TARDIS, looking to find the source of the problem and then move on.
Kaite felt a bit awkward with the convorsations, since he wasn't much of a talker. Ecspeccially when it came to motivation speeches. All he did was look around, hiding his hands in the pockets of his jacket, hoping no one would notice him lurking. Suddenly, A figure showed up.
"What are you doing here?" They had asked him, tilting their head. All Kaite could say was an awkward 'yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' sound as the figure sighed. "Okay, then." They had muttered, before walking off.
(I can't think, sorry.)
(No, you’re good. Is Kaite working in the cafe right now? I have an idea for a plot.)
(yeah- XD- He's on his break, and lurking around awkwardly.)
(Okay, if he’s inside the building I can make this work. So I’m assuming he is.)
(-v-" Indeed, he is. He's just roaming around, when he's supposed to be working.)
The Doctor entered the cafe, in hopes that he could get some coffee. People said it was good for sleep problems, but he didn’t quite know if it would keep him awake better or knock him out. At this point, he hoped for the latter. He ordered some plain black coffee and went to sit by the window, sighing a bit. The coffee quickly went cold and the sun started to set as the man became lost in his thoughts completely.