Not The Last (Doctor Who RP, Open and Accepting)

[Petit Punk]

It was 1988, January 13th when Mary was born. A beautiful and shy child was what she was. With chocolate brown eyes Mary had a pretty good life. Until that one day where her father died when she was ten years old- she was always close to him and was devastated by this. Making her shyness come to terrible anxiety; she could barley talk to strangers. Getting help from her mom and close friends she was able to talk to people again. But something was wrong- something wasn't right. You may not believe it... but she found a group and traveled to the near future- 2025 when the date her and the team she was with traveled to. Getting over whelmed by everything around her the girl panicked and tried to travel back, but she got stuck in 2015. It was still a lot for her to handle but despite all of this Mary stayed. Living a relatively "normal" life. She made many friends- often bearing gifts for them with a bright smile. She is now working at Torch Wood going from place to place to find something that can get her back to her team and maybe even back to her own time. But every time she thinks about going back the harder it gets to WANT to go back. She enjoys it here and loves the new technology.




So, out of the kindness of her heart she decided to stay here in 2015. Mary is now living in Essex, England in a small house with her dog Marco- a German Sheppard with a big heart. She still works at Torch Wood but spends most of her time as an artist- doing drawings of characters, paintings, and animations for Pixar. She is a very clever female and is a quiet girl with a kind heart. Knowing a lot about history and unsolved mysteries- not knowing the answers but the details about what happened and why... but not WHO. Now a 20 year old living on her own she enjoys her calm and collective life. But that may change...

[livingvirus.exe]

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Chrystal quietly pulled Althaia closer, turning her around to face the Cyberman and standing in front of the young girl. "That's why." Chrystal glared at it, thinking about calling for the Doctor, but kept quiet instead. No need to get everyone else in trouble. "Unauthorized presence detected." It said, but its speech pattern was slow and unusual, implying it was broken, or half broken. "Maybe it can't see or hear well.." She muttered, slowly taking a chance and backing up toward the Hallway. "Go." She whispered to Althaia, keeping her eyes on the cyberman, who was slowly turning its head to look at them.

[Petit Punk]

A l t h a i a

Female::10 3/4 years old::no crush::calm

xxxxxxAlthaia gave a nod and quickly scattered down the hallway and back to where The Doctor and the other ones were at, fright filling her as she kept her eyes on Chrystal. Her bright green eyes widened

[livingvirus.exe]

((Waiting for the others))

[modern]

Essa stood next to Chrystal, confused.

[livingvirus.exe]

"Essa, get back." She whispered, still not taking her eyes off of the metal man. Taking out her sonic screwdriver, she pressed the button, aiming at the light until it sparked and went out, leaving them in darkness. "Now!" She yelled, staying in place until the other two were ahead.

"Woah woah, what's wrong?" The Doctor asked, making a move to catch Althaia, stepping out.

[Petit Punk]

A l t h a i a

Female::10 3/4 years old::no crush::calm

xxxxxxAlthaia was a little too scared to say anything but then said"C-cyberman" the little girl stuttered out and pointed at where
Chrystal turned off the light and yelled. Small tears in her eyes as she then hid behind The Doctor.

[modern]

Essa squealed pathetically, but pulled out her hand... which had an index finger sparking with a bit of energy. She held it out in a quivering motion.

(She has only one defense mechanism, this is it. No, she cant like fire a death lazer, its a small thing.)

[star star.]

jennifer 'jenny' miyuki-alistair jones
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Now move your body so the rhythm can set you free, another round and we can drown out our hearts beating. Just like a drug I let the music set me free. I like it loud, I like it loud
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Jennifer sighed, watching some of the people leave the TARDIS, including the Doctor. After a moment of hesitation, she followed them into the house. Walking through the door, she quietly followed the group, stopping a few feet away from them everytime they'd stop. After spotting the cyberman and watching Althia's terrifed movements, she inwardly winced. They weren't as wonderful as she thought they might have been. Not.
Her eyes widened as she spotted said cyberman and took a small step back further into her hiding place as it spoke. "Great, they can talk," she quietly breathed, narrowing her eyes. This didn't seem good at all.

[livingvirus.exe]

Chrystal breathed a sigh, pulling Essa quietly to the wall. It was dark, so hopefully the Cyberman couldn't see them. Her own, Gallifreyan eyes reflected the light, as she strained to adjust her eyes to the sudden change, hearts beating quickly. The Doctor straightened up, awkwardly wrapping one arm around Althaia, and looking around the room, mind moving quickly as he thought of what to do. "Wait, the infostamps!" He whisper-yelled, grabbing Althaia's hands, not willing to let her out of his sight. "Jennifer! What are you doing here?" He suddenly realized her presence, frowning. "Can you go find little metal cylinders for me? They'll have a light on the bottom, I have to distract the Cyberman. Althaia, you stay behind me." He said, speaking faster than normal. Turning on his sonic, he shone the light down the hallway, trying to attract the Cyberman.