Post by ROSE TYLER on Feb 21, 2011 16:12:45 GMT -5
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the basics
the basics
name: Rose Marion Tyler
nicknames: Bad Wolf
birthday/age: The Bad Wolf, Dame Rose of the Powell Estate, Lewis, Shiver
gender: Female
fandom/canon: Doctor Who // Canon
played by: Billie Piper
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overall appearance: Her blonde hair (earning her the title 'the yellow girl' from the leader of the Sycorax) is most always seen hanging just to her shoulders, though it is occasionally swept into a ponytail or pigtails. Her uncharacteristically dark eyebrows betray her true, natural hair colour; a dark-to-medium brown. She wears minimal amounts of makeup- mostly just some brown eyeliner, a little eyeshadow sometimes when she feels like it, and often a bit of rouge.
Rose wears whatever is most comfortable, which is usually a hoodie, a t-shirt, and some jeans. If she knows there's a possibility that she might end up somewhere nice or fancy, she'll swap out the jeans or trousers for a skirt. Sneakers and boots are her favourite footwear.
likes: The Doctor, traveling (space, time, or otherwise), chips, being silly, her family, chocolate, music, running (not recreationally)
dislikes: The Daleks, the ordinary, boredom, broccoli, being stuck in one place
fears: Growing old and dying, leaving the Doctor on his own
secret: Well, it's really no secret, but she loves the Doctor.
history
mother: Jackie Tyler, 44 (as of 2011), unemployed
father: Pete Tyler, deceased // Pete Tyler (parallel), 57 (2011), Cybus Corporation (formerly)
siblings: Tony, 3 (2011), N/A
general history:
Rose Tyler led an incredibly mundane life until the age of nineteen, when she met the Doctor. From the moment he took her hand and said that one word, 'run', she knew that this, this was what her life was meant to be- a whole lot of running around and saving the universe. She would never be bored again.
Together they stopped the Autons from invading Earth, and Rose found that she had never been happier. When the Doctor asked her if she would like to come traveling with him, however, she declined at first. She had been so conflicted; her mother needed her, Mickey needed her... There was no way she could just hop into some mysterious blue box and travel into space. But then he mentioned that it could travel in time... Well, Rose knew immediately that she simply had to go.
So she stayed content, traveling with the Doctor through time and space. They met countless creatures, and a certain Captain Jack Harkness, who joined them in their travels for a little while. Then came their trip to the game station, and the Daleks, and the death of the Doctor. Rose had never been more confused than she had been when the Doctor had 'regenerated'. He had changed his face, had become a new and different man, and right when the world needed him most. She didn't know what to do, other than whatever she thought the old Doctor, her Doctor, would do... So she stood up to the Sycorax on Christmas Day, 2005, and spoke for the planet Earth.
Yeah, alright, she failed a bit at that, but it couldn't be helped. And the Doctor did come 'round again eventually and everything was sorted out. Rose learned to accept the 'new' Doctor with ease, and then they were off again, traveling through the stars.
"And then came the army of ghosts... Then came Torchwood and the war..."
And the day she lost the Doctor.
That day was, and always will be, the hardest day that Rose has ever had to endure. And then later, knowing that she could never see him again once that one little crack closed... So she told him that she loved him, though she never found out what he was going to say to her if the transmission hadn't cut out at such an inopportune time.
She spent the next year or so jumping through cracks in the universe, trying to get back to the Doctor. She met Donna Noble, a woman who she knew was good for her friend, and the two of them, along with the Doctor, of course, and numerous other people, righted the universe again through trials and tribulations...
And then she had to go back.
The Doctor sent her back to her parallel world with the Meta-Crisis version of himself. But she had never been happy. Sure, he looked the same as her Doctor, he acted the same, with the exception of a few of Donna's traits, but... he just wasn't hers. Not really. She lived on in the parallel world, trying to be content, but in the end all she really wanted was to be back with the Doctor, traveling.
So she's been working, and now that all of the barriers are collapsing, Rose finds herself back in the same world as her beloved Doctor... It's just locating him that's the issue.
the player
your name/alias: Rose
age: 18
experience: Seven years
rp sample: (Narcissa Malfoy, Harry Potter)
There wasn't much she could do these days except sit alone and wait for the days to pass by. She stood by one of the many windows looking out onto the front garden and just stared at the rain as it miserably splattered on the glass in front of her. Talk about pathetic fallacy. The world was in an uproar, and a rainstorm was just another solemn reminder of the dark and trying times that lay ahead.
Narcissa sighed quietly, having had enough of the dismal scene in front of her- even the peacocks seemed to have retired to some place of shelter. She didn't blame them. She wandered over to the piano and let her fingers glide over its silky ebony and ivory keys, wondering if one of them would press down and hit a note. They didn't. Narcissa wasn't in the mood for piano playing, nor anything else, for that matter. She didn't want to sit idly, or read a book, or play piano... She just wanted to do nothing. What an impossible feat.
She was so sick and tired of staying in the house all day. Usually she could go out to the gardens to occupy herself for at least a few hours, then return indoors to carry on with... whatever. Reading, lounging; anything and everything typical of a housewife. She daren't go into Diagon Alley, or Hogsmeade, or London, or anywhere, because she was too easily recognized as 'the wife of Mr Malfoy'. She made a mental note to dye her hair someday.
Sitting on the settee, Narcissa tried to just do nothing. She closed her eyes for a moment, then quickly opened them again. Closing her eyes brought horrible, fleeting visions of Lucius or, slightly worse, Draco being tortured or killed. She knew they weren't real, of course- they couldn't be. Lucius was off doing something 'important', and Draco was probably up in his room. They were both safe for the time being, though even that knowledge put her little at ease.
Eventually sitting became a bore, so Narcissa rose and walked thrice around the room. It didn't help matters at all. She resigned, at length, and went to stand by the window again, wrapping her arms around herself. It was chilly in the house, but then again it always was. Fires were endlessly burning, and yet they never seemed to take the chill out of any room. Especially on a windy, rainy, damp day as such. The rain continued to mercilessly beat down all around, with no sign of a break in the clouds; just endless miles of dark and drear.
Narcissa sighed quietly, having had enough of the dismal scene in front of her- even the peacocks seemed to have retired to some place of shelter. She didn't blame them. She wandered over to the piano and let her fingers glide over its silky ebony and ivory keys, wondering if one of them would press down and hit a note. They didn't. Narcissa wasn't in the mood for piano playing, nor anything else, for that matter. She didn't want to sit idly, or read a book, or play piano... She just wanted to do nothing. What an impossible feat.
She was so sick and tired of staying in the house all day. Usually she could go out to the gardens to occupy herself for at least a few hours, then return indoors to carry on with... whatever. Reading, lounging; anything and everything typical of a housewife. She daren't go into Diagon Alley, or Hogsmeade, or London, or anywhere, because she was too easily recognized as 'the wife of Mr Malfoy'. She made a mental note to dye her hair someday.
Sitting on the settee, Narcissa tried to just do nothing. She closed her eyes for a moment, then quickly opened them again. Closing her eyes brought horrible, fleeting visions of Lucius or, slightly worse, Draco being tortured or killed. She knew they weren't real, of course- they couldn't be. Lucius was off doing something 'important', and Draco was probably up in his room. They were both safe for the time being, though even that knowledge put her little at ease.
Eventually sitting became a bore, so Narcissa rose and walked thrice around the room. It didn't help matters at all. She resigned, at length, and went to stand by the window again, wrapping her arms around herself. It was chilly in the house, but then again it always was. Fires were endlessly burning, and yet they never seemed to take the chill out of any room. Especially on a windy, rainy, damp day as such. The rain continued to mercilessly beat down all around, with no sign of a break in the clouds; just endless miles of dark and drear.
