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[SirBlaziken]

The whole thing with the Doctor Who series is all spanish to me, mainly because my brother has deemed it his fandom and won't let me watch it (i'm too afraid of him to go against that.), so if I mess up, please say so and i'll correct the mistake. I think I have some of the basics (yes, I know what the tardis is), so if we go more in depth into the plot of the series, i'll need a but of help. Just a heads up.

Also, I like echo's description of my character in the leading post.

[Kpyna]

Don't worry! It's not very Dr. Who at all, and this is original. I won't deny that some of the influence was taken from the show (travelling back in time, and avoiding disaster and stuff), but you will be able to totally understand what's going on in this role play without prior knowledge of Dr. Who. Basically the only real allegory to worry about is the comparison of the TARDIS to their spaceship, which if some people in this role play don't understand:

Basically, depending on where we land, the space ship won't look exactly like a space ship. Let's say we land in Ancient Rome: It might end up looking like a nondescript sculpture. If we land in the forest, maybe it would be disguised as a giant tree. Something that can blend in with the setting, so there's not just a giant ship sitting around.

[OpalRhea]

Don't yet have a name for the species of alien (or their home planet), but that's a small detail (suggestions are welcome)


Species Name- Merantti
Home Planet- Sietynas (Atmospheric composition much like Earth's. Planet consists of 90% water, with one very large land mass, and many scattered islands. Approximately 100^th of the size of Earth)

Approximately human in proportions and anatomy, although usually more streamlined in build. Skin is covered in dark scales, which contain specialised pigment cells (much like particular cephalopods of Earth), allowing them to change color both to express emotion, and to blend into their surroundings. The scales are primarily diamond shaped, but areas requiring fine control (palm and fingers of hand, face and feet) are hexagonal in shape, and more flexible. The diamond shaped scales are rigid, and sharp edged. Going along the grain, they are smooth to the touch. Going against the grain, you may well end up with sliced fingers.
When this race is afraid, or agitated, the scales raise into an upright position, and lose their color changing properties. It is not considered wise to touch them when they are in this state.

This race are primarily aquatic, although they can manage well living terrestrially. They do not have gills. Instead, they have an increased lung capacity, allowing them to hold their breaths for a minimum of ten minutes. Both hands and feet are webbed, and the feet are about half the length again of a human foot. However, this extra length is primarily because of their extended toe structure. The toes are webbed, making the foot strongly resemble a 'flipper' from the 21st century.

Being primarily aquatic, this race has evolved to see well in low light conditions. They have large vertically slit pupils, with large irises in either gold, violet, or grey. Blue and green are uncommon, but not unheard of. The scelara are typically black.

They are obligate carnivores, meaning that their teeth are for the most part, designed to shred meat. However, they do have a jaw structure that allowed them to grind bones as a source of calcium.

This species is usually considered cold blooded, and rapid temperature changes can make them ill. In colder conditions, they can put their bodies into statis, helping to prevent damage. Proper temperature control is required for optimum health. It should also be noted that this species ages at approximately a fifth of the human rate.

Just pretend that that part is a file on the species. anyway...

Name: Ra Xiel (Usually mispronounced as Rachel by humans, which is fine for this particular endeavor. [the X is usually pronounced as a K, making the actual pronunciation something like Ra Ki-el. However, if she is familiar with the one referring to her, it's pronounced as Ra Zi-El. Complicated alien familiarity language.])
Gender: Female
Age: Equates to 18.
Time Period: Early 36th century.
Description: Like most of her species, Ra Xiel is humanoid in shape. She is approximately 5 foot 8 inches tall, and covered in dark blue scales. Her irises are grey, and she has spiraling clan marks on her left cheek.
On arrival, she is wearing simple clothing, native to her planet. It is made of thin leather, and can vary in purpose. When Ra Xiel arrives, she is wearing what would equate to a singlet and pants on Earth. She is also wearing a 'breast plate', in the form of a circular piece of thicker leather that goes over her neck to rest on her shoulders. This is attached to two rectangular pieces (one on the front, one on the back), which are held together by two strips of corded leather on each side.
After waking up (and recovering from the effects of being frozen), she will be equipped with a collar like device that changes how people perceive her. However, it only changes the visual perception. If someone were to touch her, she would feel scaled.

When the camouflage collar is active, Ra Xiel is the same height, but appears as a dark skinned young woman, with dark brown hair. She still has the grey eyes and the clan marks, although the latter just look like tattoos.   
Personality: Ra Xiel is blunt and honest, but she does understand the uses of subtlety. That said, sometimes it's hard to be subtle when you're a carnivorous, reptilian humanoid. Sometimes, when she loses patience with somebody, she will bear her teeth and snarl quietly.
She comes across as mildly superstitious, although since her culture is based on the idea that there are deities in everything, this isn't surprising.

Sometimes, Ra Xiel can be very curious, eager to learn more about this new world. Other times, her focus is purely on the mission at hand (or getting warm). She also tends to be rather patient, except in the case of liars and oath breakers.
History: Ra Xiel originated from a clan in the tropical region of Sietynas (where the majority of the smaller islands can be found). Her clan were usually considered the peacekeepers of the region. For most of her adolescence (as is normal for Merantti, as they're considered adults when they hit adolescence, as there is no 'teenager' stage), Ra Xiel was helping to prevent wars between neighboring clans, and helping to maintain the laws of the region.
When she was taken from her timeline, it was the eve before a large battle between two clans, in which Ra Xiel, and many members of her clan would have died in the battle, failing to prevent war. It would be best if Ra Xiel is not informed of this fact.
Other: When she's baring her teeth, they appear through the perception filter as they are. Also, being cold blooded, temperatures too low can make her sluggish, and ill if it persists.


I'll finish soon. it's about 6 am and i haven't yet slept

[kindtocrows]

Man, I'm having a hard time thinking of anything. Would you mind if I re-purposed one of my old characters?

[SirBlaziken]

I'm down with it. If you need help thinking of things, i'm here and ready to think for you.

[Kpyna]

Dragoncat: Go ahead, so long as you can make it work with the theme!

Opal: Okay! Get your sleep in! :p

[kindtocrows]

Alright, guess I'll use a character I used for a sci-fi/fantasy (with more of an empathizes on fantasy) rp I was in years ago. I'll have to re-work her history quite a bit, but hopefully it'll work for this.

Name: Sidia Kaarme

Gender: Female

Age:  Physically equivalent to around 20, actually much older. Tells people she's 20 to keep things simple

Time Period: Somewhere between the 28th and 29th century

Species: (Still thinking of a name)

Description: Sidia's species varies greatly depending on location, however, all members share a few traits. They are all humanoid, all have horns, large wings and tails, both of which are covered in scales, most have claws on their fingers and toes, and some have human-like hair, depending on location. One of the major ways they vary is in variety of habitat and family specific traits. The colours of the species skin and scales often match that of their surroundings. They also commonly have some sort of adaptation to help them survive in their specific environment, for example, those living in or near water may have gills, those living in underground settlements may have bio-luminescence or echo-location, ect. Another thing to note about them is that they are not the only major species on their planet, or even the most common, in fact, compared to the planets other major species, they are actually quite rare. This is mostly due to their long life span. They generally prefer to keep to themselves, rarely living in cities, usually living alone or in small families. Compared to the other major species, they are not very technologically advanced due to their general isolation, however they are intelligent enough to learn to use the other species technology if they need to.

Sidia herself is a member of a family of assassins. They live closer to the north, so they have light blue, almost white skin. They also adapted a mild shape-shifting trait, allowing them to diminish their distinguishing features, their horns, wings, and tails, to easily hide them and disguise themselves as a member of the planets other major species. Sidia has light blue skin, blue eyes, long hair that is a slightly darker shade of light blue, large wings that are the same colour as her skin and have dark blue membranes, a tail that is also the same colour as her skin that ends with a light gray trapezoid shaped blade on both sides, making it look like a hexagon as a whole, long, slightly curvy light grey horns, and white claws. On the day she disappeared she was wearing a black, stylized top that was made of one long strip of fabric that was wrapped around into something similar to a tank top, sewn together, then had two long slits cut into it for her wings and another, shorter slit for her tail, and had hidden zippers placed in the slits for when she needed to hide her wings and tail, which at the time she was hiding, grey pants, and black, plain looking boots, and grey gloves. She also wore a belt with two sheaths that held two crystal-shaped knives and a small pouch that held other small weapons and some poisons and medicines. Her hair was braided and pined back in a way that it would cover her diminished horns. When she disappeared, she was on Earth, disguised as a human.

Personality: While on the job, Sidia is serious and determined. She won't let anything get in her way if she can help it. However, when she's off duty, she is actually quite friendly and peaceful, like most of her species. She is also very adaptable and can think on her feet, also like most of her species. Another few traits she shares with most of her species, she is quiet and often prefers to be alone, and she only lets herself get really close to members of her own family, so she often seems a little cold and untrusting of others, even if she is friends with them.

History: Sidia was an assassin, like the rest of her family. Because of their occupation, they lived close to a city, unlike most of their species. Their own species had little use for assassins, they were usually peaceful among each other, however, the planets other major species were often in conflict with each other, so they often made use of any assassins they could find. Sidia had become rather famous in her own city, and infamous in that city's enemies. She had pulled many difficult jobs and her skill was being recognized. Because of her holding rival cities back by killing important leaders and researchers and taking any information on technological advancements she could find, her city was the first to perfect space travel with a warp drive and discover life on other planets. The planet in question, Earth. With this new planet discovered, the first thought on the minds of the leaders was "how do we concur this new planet?" Their answer? Send Sidia to assassinate their leaders and send them a message. She had already gotten them this far, right? Once there, she lasted about a week before she lost contact with her home planet. After her disappearance, the leaders of her city gathered the major cities around the planet and planed an attack on Earth. It didn't last long, however. The other members of Sidia's species had no interest in attacking Earth or avenging her supposed death, as they were a peaceful species and didn't want to stir up conflict for little reason. The planets other major species were far weaker then Sidia's species, and also weaker then the Humans, and though they had advanced weaponry, the Humans had more advanced weaponry. The war was soon lost and a retreat was necessary. However, the Humans wouldn't simply let this offence go. The Humans followed them back to their home planet and started their own attack. However, this is when Sidia's species joined the battle, taking any advanced weaponry they could find and fighting to defend their home from the hostile intruders. They're addition added enough firepower to force the Humans to retreat. The war ended with a peace-treaty, though relations were never too stable.


Sorry for the wall. Hope this is okay. What do you think? It's getting pretty late, so I'll stop and make any changes tomorrow. Also, if anyone has any name suggestions, I'd appreciate it.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

Ah, a historical character. I shall enjoy this.

Name: Eztli Coyotl (or 'Coyote', pronounced 'kō-YO-te': the Spanish pronunciation)
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Time Period: Early 1500's

Description: Tan skin from time spent in the sun, jet black hair that goes down to his shoulders, and steel gray eyes. Eztli is an Aztec Jaguar Warrior whose name translates to "Blood Coyote". He was born to a full moon in a red sky, and his name is fitting of his personality. Eztli stands at 6' 5" and has a muscular build from years of battle. His voice is deep and gravely due to injury and his body is covered in scars from various cuts, blunt force trauma, and other damage sustained. Though tall, he is agile and quick. He stalks his prey under cover of darkness and shadow, like his namesake, and strikes with the speed and fury of a jaguar. In combat, he wears the traditional dress of his "military" ranking: the skin of a Jaguar draped over ebony breastplate. The head of the jaguar skin is fitted like a helmet, with the face peering out from the jaguar's mouth. Eztli doesn't smile much: his face is often locked in a stern mood fitting of one who serves in armed forces. His smile is more of a snarl, with beared teeth and the corners of his mouth raised.

Personality: Eztli isn't a gentle man. He has a strong thirst for battle and war, though he isn't a psychopath bend on killing everything in the room. Like all Jaguar Warriors, he prefers capturing the enemy over outright killing. He is "cold" only due to his position in his society: law enforcement and a protector of his people. Eztli knows only the duty of a soldier, only the life of a hunter of men. Experience in battle has taught him some natural healing remedies, a good deal of first aid (splinting a broken limb, relocating a dislocated shoulder/knee, etc.) which he will gladly put to use on himself and fellows. There is a strong sense of patriotism in this one. The few moments he hasn't been serving, such as during festivals, he enjoys the sports of his culture as well as singing. Many have said of his singing as "terrifying, yet a sight to behold. Both frightening and beautiful". Duty and recreation aside, Eztli is known among his people as quick to anger and having a bloodlust when fighting. He will stalk enemies if there is cover and he will charge with zeal when there isn't. Many have fallen to him, and many more have been captured by this seasoned veteran. He has a tendancy to scream very loudly when furious, often threats or heated words.

History: As a child, Eztli worked in the fields with his father and other family. He learned some woodworking: crafting weapons, shields, and some simple tools. War training at the age of 17 and he captured his first enemy soldier at the age of 19. He would later capture five more enemy soldiers when he caught them off guard. He joined the Jaguar warrior "devision" (if you can call it that; there is probably a more fitting term) afterward and honed his skills as a warrior and fighter. Not much else has happened in his life: some relationships that started and ended, friends made and lost. His position in the "military" allowed him to dine with nobles and be treated with high respect. Eztli was also feared, and often called upon to simply approach unruly citizens to quell possible crimes or fighting.

Other: Carried an obsidian knife with him at all times as a safety measure. He carries the standard weaponry when in battle: mostly stuff with pieces of obsidian sticking out or blunt weapons. Also, he's still having trouble understanding English idioms/phrases.

Is convinced Sidia is Itzpapalotl, a winged skeletal godddess and ruler of the plane humans come from.
Refers to Garath as "shiny man".

[Mew King]

*Saving this post because I want to join in but have to go TA in like a minute*

[SirBlaziken]

Well, looks like this is very popular. I'm kinda hoping it doesn't turn out like the last one I started, that didn't go so well (no, not "Get Out Alive". Zeke started that thread). People are coming up with great characters, and I can't wait to see how this plays out.

[Wolstenholme]

I'm also very excited for this. If anyone is lurking and needs ideas for a character I have lots and lots haha.

[Kpyna]

Hey, anyone that's finishing: I'm going to consider you guys "in", but be aware we are likely starting this weekend.

Dragoncat: I do like the form! However, you just forgot the age that your character came from!

Macintosh: I've always loved South & Central American tribes, and I'm pumped that they weren't ignored! You're in!

[kindtocrows]

Oops, sorry about that. Fixed it. I wasn't too sure where I should place it on the timeline, so if I picked a bad time I'll change it. Feel free to tell me if there are any other issues. I was kind of worried I made her too significant to her planets history, but it was one of those cases where you start something and then your ideas start to flow and your story begins to write itself. I'll rewrite it if you want, I don't mind.

[Kpyna]

((That's fine! I'm gonna start now. Mew King: I'll check back whenever I'm online to see if your form is done. I'll post saying you're accepted when you are as such, but for now, we gotta get the ball rolling. If any stragglers want to join at this point, I'd get in really quick as joining is going to close within the next few posts.

If you go on hiatus, or go through writers block, and miss a ton of the story, please message me. It's my duty as the creator of this role play to keep you filled in, and I'll try to give you the best summary that I can.))

Wayleon could hear the professor speaking, and was desperately trying to focus on what she was saying. His head was spinning faster than a top, however. He wasn't home anymore, he was in a totally different place... and the meds she put him on were very powerful. Wayleon groaned as he adverted his eyes from the bright light of the outdoors.

The professor clasped her hands together in front of her, and looked at the characters surrounding her. "Now, look to your right."

Wayleon looked to his right. Nobody was there. He probably normally would have been able to sense their lack of presence, but his brain was far too scrambled to discern that.

"Look to your left."

Wayleon looked to his left. A huge tan man, wearing the skin of a jaguar, was standing next to him. Walyeon's eyes widened, not exactly in the mood to speak to a man that was just short of a foot taller than him. He whipped his head back to looking at the professor.

"These are your new allies. Some of them may seem odd, unfamiliar, and yes, some of them aren't even human." Wayleon peeked back to his left, wondering if that frightening, scarred creature was even a real man. He shuddered, wondering where he was from. A post-apocalyptic future? Way back in the past? Wayleon, again, straightened his gaze back to the professor.

"We have a ship, all set for your usage. No, not a sea ship. Think of it as a sea ship that can sail through the sky. But not a plane. Uh, you'll see it tomorrow, I guess," the professor stuttered, folding her arms. Wayleon knew exactly what she was talking about, but from some of the others he had taken a glimpse of, the explanation was necessary. "Now, let me show you about..." she went on, walking past the window, and towards a door that opened upon sensing her motion. She took a left down a hallway, where there were several doors. She opened one up, revealing a gigantic white room. It certainly looked like a re purposed lab, but there was a counter, with human-shaped targets in the distance.

Wayleon looked to his side, and saw a variety of guns. Some of them looked totally foreign to him, but others looked like old, historic pieces of weaponry. He was shocked. He had never held a gun before, but he had always been fascinated with them!"Don't get too excited about shooting each other with these. The ray guns use low-grade burning light beams, and the older guns just have rubber bullets. Just for target practice."  Wayleon adverted his gaze from the guns, having a feeling that the professor was noting his interest in them.

They walked out of that room, and into the room next door. This one was fairly similar in bleakness to the other one, except for the floor was soft, padded mats. Swords, daggers, maces, and other melee weaponry were hung again the walls. "Once again, these are dulled to ensure you don't get upset and kill each other..." the professor said, pausing for a moment to allow everyone to look around the room.

The professor walked out of the room, and waited for the rest of the group to follow. She pointed her hand down a row of motion-sensing doors. "Those are all your rooms. They're complete with a bed and a bathroom. The last room on the right at the end of this hallway is the washroom. Your room will have a plaque on the door indicating your name. I know you only came here with one outfit, and for sanitation reasons, I've provided you all with similar outfits to change into in your bureaus." The professor clapped her hands again, as a conclusion to the tour.

"I'm going to give you all some time to socialize today, but tomorrow, your first mission will begin. Don't worry, I'll start you off with something fairly easy. Just, regardless, try not to botch it..." She sighed, beginning to walk towards the lab. "Please behave, you're all going to need each other in the coming months..."

Months?! Wayleon thought, looking around. I want to go home now! What the hell! he thought, feeling whatever tranquilizer he was put on starting to wear off. He definitely felt like the professor could have introduced them to this new world a little better! Wayleon's eyes darted around the room. Seriously, some of the... organisms... in the room weren't even human! There was a crow, two weird humanoid-type... things. Wayleon had to assume they were from space.

He knew that the adjustment was going to be strange, but Wayleon knew that he was stuck here. If time was in shambles, he would need to fix it before he could even think of returning, and seeing his family. Wayleon took in a deep breath, definitely letting the calming drugs help him talk.

"Hey, my name is Leon, Wayleon in full. I'm from the year 2253. I'm from New York state in America... that's, uh, planet Earth."

[Wolstenholme]

((ahhhh yaaaaaay!))

Lucille listened intently to what the professor was saying, the concepts that she described were strange and hard to comprehend. Lucille looked around the room as the professor said to, there were people all over and some that didn't seem to be people at all. Standing by her side was a man with black hair and a moustache, he looked slightly worried by his surroundings. He was wearing peasant clothes similar to those of the average London man. He was intriguing, his hair and face and manner said 'not peasant' but he was dressed like one.

George Villiers regarded the peasant next to him with the same look of curiosity that she gave him. How had they both gotten here. He hoped she knew who he was. He was George Villiers, the Duke of Buckingham. He knew neither of the pair of the had any idea what was going on, it was quite scary. Even the room was strange and unwanted, it was white and way too clean. It all felt so unnatural. And who had let that crow into the room? Villiers didn't like it at all. He wished to back at home, with King Charles and his vast wealth which certainly hadn't followed him here. He felt like the peasant he was dressed as.

The other people in the room were daunting, they all wore unfamiliar clothes and moved in unfamiliar ways. Lucille observed the others and the mysterious peasant stranger as the professor lead them into other rooms containing guns and the like. The instructions given were beginning to go over her head. Finally, Lucille heard the professor say "Please behave, you're all going to need each other in the coming months..." then she left the room and one of the unfamiliar strangers stepped forwards and introduced himself, Leon was his name. He said he had come from the year 2253 - Lucille's head was spinning with all the new information. A flying ship. Tangled time. People from different times. She wanted to lie down.

"My name is George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham. I demand to be sent home right now!" the stranger burst out. Lucille looked at him surprised. The Duke of Buckingham? He'd been assassinated when she was younger. Puzzled, she stopped and regarded the rest of the room. No one else was speaking, she cleared her throat "Umm... my name is Lucille. Lucille Lovell. You can call me Luce if you want. I'm from... we're from London, England, Planet Earth... from the 1600s." She looked at Villiers, he was looking at her too. The pair of them, she imagined, would stick together. Villiers, after all, seemed to be going through culture shock.

Despite the unfamiliarity of it all, she liked her new surroundings, they were strange and would take a while to get used to, but they beat living in London and having to scrounge and steal just to live. Time travel, she thought, what a future.