Doctor Who RP

This roleplay is about Doctor Who! Surprised? Probably not.

For all intensive purposes, it is about The Doctor and his companions travelling through space and time in The Doctor's TARDIS(Time and Relative Dimensions in Space TARDIS. It's very helpful to have seen the show before you are thinking of joining. For those who are just interested but have not seen the show:

The Doctor is an alien from Gallifrey called a Time Lord. The entire race of Time Lords has since gone extinct with the exception of The Doctor himself. He continues to live a lonely life, accompanied by companions that help him save planets and civilizations. Basically, he defends the universe for the forces of good.

You may be an alien race, if so, provide a brief description of the race and the planet they are from. You could be a companion (companions are generally from Earth, so, humans).

Please respect each other and everything. Okay.

Allons-y!

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Race:

Home Planet:

Companion?:

Other:

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Name: The Doctor

Age: 907

Gender: Male

Appearance: He's approximately 5'10 and has pasty white skin. The Doctor has very messy light brown hair than goes every which way and he only brushes it nice for special occasions (Like weddings, he loves weddings). He usually wears dark grey suit pants that are rolled up at the bottom with black laced shoes that look good for running. He sports a tweed brown jacket. with a striped white and red undershirt complemented by a red bow-tie. He has a large looking forehead, although that may be just because his eyebrows are very faint. He has friendly brown eyes and a thin smile that usually doesn't show his teeth. The Doctor also has a rather large chin, but it's not too bad.

Race: Time Lord

Home Planet: Gallifrey

Companion?: TBA

Other: He has a Sonic Screwdriver

Name: Sonya Duncan

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: She's rather short, standing at 5'4. She's white and rather pale, considering there isn't much sun in the Britain area. She has shoulder-length light brown hair and brown eyes that appear almost hazel in a certain light. She wears glasses despite the fact she hates them, and miraculously enough, they haven't broken yet on her adventures with The Doctor. There's no point in describing her outfit, as she obviously changes. She's not a cartoon, you know.

Race: Irish.

Home Planet: Earth.

Companion?: The Doctor's her companion, brah.

Other: No, not really.

"Ha!" Were The Doctor's first words upon reentering the TARDIS, "Those Klomulins didn't know who they were dealing with!" He twisted a dial and took two steps to the right before flipping the zig-zag lever to fourth gear and pushing the big flashy lever forward. The familiar whirring of the TARDIS engines started as they took off into space. He turned around to face his companion, "So. Where off to next?"

Sonya let out a long breath. She couldn't help but admit that she felt tired(and a little sick, mind you,) after their bout with the Klomulins. Whoever thought up such a disgusting creature... she shuddered inwardly, then looked to the Doctor with a bit of a tired smile. "Anywhere without abzorbaloffs sounds good to me right about now," she replied, trying to sound more energetic than she actually felt... and probably failing.

The Doctor grinned, whirling around, happy to show off his time machine, "How about we journey to the year 7011, for some lunch? They make excellent Jupiter Daiquiris," He punched in the coordinates and then paused. Slowly turning back to face Sonya as the images that he had seen after he had asked her where she wanted to go finally registered in his brain. Sleepy, tired, maybe a little ill? "Sonya," He moved toward her, putting his hands on either side of her face and tilting her head back and forth, examining her eyes, and the lines beneath them. The Doctor pulled one hand back slowly and poked her forehead gently, "Are you tired?"

Sonya shook her head 'no,' then paused a minute, knowing lying wouldn't do any good. "Just a tad," she told him. She averted her eyes from his face, feeling uncomfortable with all the attention on her. She turned away from him and instead focused on the TARDIS. "It's nothing, I'm fine," she continued, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she said so.

The Doctor bit his lip, his hands still floating in the air in the shape of Sonya's face. Emotional girls were not his strong point. Which is surprising, seeing as he only ever traveled with girls who at one point or another, experienced strong bouts of emotion. This was not a time to panic though! She was only tired.

"Very well then... Yes. Well I think we should take a break anyhow. I know I'm tired," Lie. "I could really do with some relaxing," Lie. "How about some lunch to start, get some food in our systems!" Truthfully, he had forgotten to feed Sonya in at least 24 hours. Oops.

He opened the door to 7011 and walked out into a busy market place. He walked a little ways, taking out his sonic and fiddling with an ATM. He waited for Sonya to follow him.

I'm tired, I'll join sometime this week.

At the thought of food, Sonya's stomach rumbled. She had forgotten just how hungry she was, and now that she had remembered the existence of food, it was all she could think of. She followed the Doctor out into the future, only taking a moment to look around at the people walking around the market place. She looked at the Doctor, waiting for him to finish at the ATM, which looked less like an ATM and more like a cash register, in all honesty.

Whether it was a cash register, or an ATM, The Doctor wasn't too concerned. He pressed the button on the screwdriver and the green light went on with a buzzzz. Cash flew out of the thing in heaps. He caught as many bills as he could and tottered back to Sonya, "Brilliant! There you are, where do you want to eat?" He asked, handing over a few hundred dollars and stuffing the rest in his pockets.

Behind the Doctor, civilians were scrambling to get the money that he hadn't grabbed. Sonya took the money he held out to her, pocketing it, and then looked around. She gave the Doctor a look. "It's the year 7011... Do people still have fish and chips nowadays?" she asked, wondering if they even ate what she would call food 5000 years into her future.

The Doctor's smile vanished and he looked at Sonya completely seriously, "Sonya. This is year 7011. We are in the middle of the Great London Centre Space Odyssey. No matter whether it's year 1941 or 5 000 000 000, there will always, always, be fish and chips," He said, a smile splitting his face and grabbed her hand, yanking her arm and proceeding to drag her toward where his nose told him there might be fish and chips.

"Now, you could go for cod, halibut, flake, haddock, plaice or if you're feeling really adventurous, rainbow fish. It's excellent I promise," He held up his flat palms to show his honesty. No crossed fingers.

"I could go for some fish fingers too, actually. Do you know where they sell custard? I should take you to the Fifth Moon of Dillony. They have workers there known as the Troutmen who catch the freshest fish you'll ever taste. They demercurize them of course, don't worry. I met a space fish once, lovely lady, she fancied me actually. But I told her it would never work out. She's dead now though..." He trailed off, getting to saddened by the memory to continue the story.

They arrived at a fish and chips place, appropriately called Fish & Chips. He came to a halt and joined the cue.