"It seems that way..." He examines the body further and runs his hand along the chest. He stops in the middle when he feels a cold, round circular object. He tears some of the clothing away and finds a small silver circle with lights blinking on it. He taps it and it begins glowing. Soon the light expands and turns to Benjamin. "Grab my hand!"
A blinding flash sparks around the Time Lord and his companion, forcing them both to close their eyes. When they reopen them, they find themselves in a large room, the mummified alien lying on the table an iron table. The Minister pulls out his sonic screwdriver hits a button.
"The end of the Third Great and Bountiful Human Empire... Lets get out of here, eh?"
Haze begins to pace around out front of his tardis, fiddling about with the small mirror cube which beeps and flashes quite some as he is doing so. "If i adjust this here then... maybe... no... perhaps?" He goes off on a small rant until it makes a satisfying click then Haze bolts upright. "Ok then!" he pockets the cube once again and looks about for his aquaintances.
Name: Daniel Age: 9 (will be 10 in 2 months and 6 days) Appearance: he wears a bow tie and this weird suit. Personality: he is very curious and a little odd but very smart Bio: he was teased and made fun of alot and he was very smart he was teased mostly because everybody thought he was weird Gear: a stick,a writing book,and a pencil
Title/Name: The Commodore Age: 512 Appearance: Usually masquerades as a pirate or sailor, currently a 17th century British commodore (look it up if you really need to) Personality: Calm, cool, and collected, but has a rarely shown silly streak Bio:
The Commodore always loved the sea. He was given control over many of Gallifrey's bodies of water after several successful skirmishes with Magrathean space pirates. After the destruction of Gallifrey, he moved off to Earth and hung out around the 17th/18th century Carribean, now a pirate, now a British sailor, now a deckhand spying for a mercenary. Doesn't care much who does what, but if you try to hurt someone he loves you'd better watch out. Has a knack for accents and can wax patriotic at times.
Gear/TARDIS: Sonic Cutlass/Pistol (Custom built, with an integrated cham circuit usually only used for TARDISes), Type 42 TARDIS that's usually disguised as a ship, rowboat, or other sailing vessel. Companion: None (bit of a loner)
((Pleas take note that this is one of my first 2 roleplays, so don't get too mad at me if I don't get something instantly.))
Age: 23 Appearance: She has shoulder length red hair almost as red as the shoes she wears on her small feet. She has a small and slightly curvy frame but has almost never been the attention of boys. She blames it on her addiction to books and her height ( being five foot two she is usually unnoticed.). She always wears a pair of denim jeans that hug her but aren't skinny jeans. She also only wears shirts that are baggy, jumpers or anything comfortable. She never wears anything that shows more that 30 % of her skin.
Personality: Isabella is reserved at best. She has her own amazing mind and opinion but will keep it to herself unless she knows the person really well. She is intelligent due to her obsession with books. She dislikes being social but has the ability to put on a front of being a perfect social woman if she absolutely has to. She is also a Motherly figure although she has no children of her own.
Bio: She grew up in a small country town with nothing but one road leading to places far away. She however has always been trapped in the small town because of her father's ill health. She always looked up to the God in heaven being a very Christian child. She prayed every night that she would be able to escape the small town or that her father would get better. She didn't expect him to pass away or for her to stay. She visits his grave everyday with a single grey rose. A rose that signified so much for her, her loneliness, her depression, her self loathing but most importantly her longing. her longing for her father back, her longing to leave the town, her deep hidden longing for a friend or a lover to hold in the cold winter nights and to tell her that everything would be al-right even when she didn't want to wake up in the mourning. Was that too much to ask?
Gear: She would only bring a brown shoulder bag and a note book.
"The end of the Third Great and Bountiful Human Empire... Lets get out of here, eh?"
Companion-
Name: Daniel
Age: 9 (will be 10 in 2 months and 6 days)
Appearance: he wears a bow tie and this weird suit.
Personality: he is very curious and a little odd but very smart
Bio: he was teased and made fun of alot and he was very smart he was teased mostly because everybody thought he was weird
Gear: a stick,a writing book,and a pencil
Age: 512
Appearance: Usually masquerades as a pirate or sailor, currently a 17th century British commodore (look it up if you really need to)
Personality: Calm, cool, and collected, but has a rarely shown silly streak
Bio:
Companion: None (bit of a loner)
((Pleas take note that this is one of my first 2 roleplays, so don't get too mad at me if I don't get something instantly.))
((And how were we supposed to know that? If you're so confident that we're idiots, maybe you should provide some evidence.))
Look at the time of the last post, it was in 2012.
I didn't say you were an idiot, I said you derped. I didn't mean to seem like a jerk.
((XD This Roleplay is dead
Name: Isabella Joy Jones
Age: 23
Appearance: She has shoulder length red hair almost as red as the shoes she wears on her small feet. She has a small and slightly curvy frame but has almost never been the attention of boys. She blames it on her addiction to books and her height ( being five foot two she is usually unnoticed.). She always wears a pair of denim jeans that hug her but aren't skinny jeans. She also only wears shirts that are baggy, jumpers or anything comfortable. She never wears anything that shows more that 30 % of her skin.
Personality: Isabella is reserved at best. She has her own amazing mind and opinion but will keep it to herself unless she knows the person really well. She is intelligent due to her obsession with books. She dislikes being social but has the ability to put on a front of being a perfect social woman if she absolutely has to. She is also a Motherly figure although she has no children of her own.
Bio: She grew up in a small country town with nothing but one road leading to places far away. She however has always been trapped in the small town because of her father's ill health. She always looked up to the God in heaven being a very Christian child. She prayed every night that she would be able to escape the small town or that her father would get better. She didn't expect him to pass away or for her to stay. She visits his grave everyday with a single grey rose. A rose that signified so much for her, her loneliness, her depression, her self loathing but most importantly her longing. her longing for her father back, her longing to leave the town, her deep hidden longing for a friend or a lover to hold in the cold winter nights and to tell her that everything would be al-right even when she didn't want to wake up in the mourning. Was that too much to ask?
Gear: She would only bring a brown shoulder bag and a note book.
Age:984 11th incarnation, ral life age, 13
appearance: twed jacket bowtie, brown shoes
Personality: adventurous, mysterious, mad sometimes
BIo: Top Secret!
gear/tardis: Sonic Screwdriver , 11th's 2nd tardis, chamleon works!
companion: i am looking for one!