Allons-y!; Doctor Who Roleplay V1 Accepting!

[belos]

The Doctor sprung after him. "You really shouldn't have told me that bit, you know. I will stop you, and if I can't, I can try." he said.



(Bleh writer's block)

[C :]

She pointed it at the master whiping tears from face

[Crows]

"Doctor, please. You can try all you want, but it won't do any good." The Master flashed a smile at the Doctor as he neared the Tardis door. "Don't worry, Red." Talking to Amy, now. There was something highly satisfying in addressing the companions by their hair colors. "I'm leaving. Take care not to hurt yourself with that thing, hm?"

[C :]

Shoots the master anyways but shoots sholder so just wounds

[Crows]

The Master twisted out of the way of the blast, though the close proximity of the gun made the blast nick his shoulder. He growled low in his throat, the noise a glimpse into something wild and feral. "You shouldn't have done that, Red." He snarled, shoving open the door and striding out of the Tardis, clutching at his shoulder.

[C :]

.. "... "

[belos]

The Doctor frowned as the Master left. "He has something planned.. and I'm going to find out what it is. No one gets hurt.." he muttered under his breath.

[C :]

Amy didnt talk she just looked really unhappy and she droped the sonic gun

[Crows]

((I have been scheming--Partners In Crime, I'll PM you with some ideas and plots to make sure you're alright with them as soon as I finish dinner. Speaking of, I'll be back in twenty minutes.))

User:
Lads
Name:
His name is officially recorded as subject SR19, though he is called Tristan by most of his caretakers.
Age:
18.
Species:
Human, albeit heavily genetically modified human.
Gender:
Male.
Personality:
He is very quiet and very calm. Tristan has lived his life confined in the white walls of one of the research facilities in the great city of new new york, though since he has known nothing else he shows no discontentment with his placement. He is very sweet to those who take care of him.
Tristan's creation was, however, commissioned for a very specific purpose--to be a weapon He has the potential to become very volatile in extreme situations. He has several codes that, when spoken, can trigger different actions and reactions from him. He has never heard these code-words/phrases, as anyone visiting him were forbidden from speaking them in his presence. He is, essentially, the perfect weapon, totally and completely obedient with only a word--though he does not know it himself.
Weapon(s):
Technically speaking, he is the weapon.
Home Planet:
Earth.
Theme Song:
Am I Not Human?
Other:

[belos]

((I have been scheming--Partners In Crime, I'll PM you with some ideas and plots to make sure you're alright with them as soon as I finish dinner. Speaking of, I'll be back in twenty minutes.))

User:
Lads
Name:
His name is officially recorded as subject SR19, though he is called Tristan by most of his caretakers.
Age:
18.
Species:
Human, albeit heavily genetically modified human.
Gender:
Male.
Personality:
He is very quiet and very calm. Tristan has lived his life confined in the white walls of one of the research facilities in the great city of new new york, though since he has known nothing else he shows no discontentment with his placement. He is very sweet to those who take care of him.
Tristan's creation was, however, commissioned for a very specific purpose--to be a weapon He has the potential to become very volatile in extreme situations. He has several codes that, when spoken, can trigger different actions and reactions from him. He has never heard these code-words/phrases, as anyone visiting him were forbidden from speaking them in his presence. He is, essentially, the perfect weapon, totally and completely obedient with only a word--though he does not know it himself.
Weapon(s):
Technically speaking, he is the weapon.
Home Planet:
Earth.
Theme Song:
Am I Not Human?
Other:

(Ooh, schemes c: ok, and accepted)