Post by Loredana Aretha Emely on Sept 28, 2010 13:14:10 GMT -8
`` Loredana Aretha Emely ~
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Yellow, Angel here.
I came here from The Art of Deduction
and I joined because because I love Doctor Who and role-playing, plus this is gonna rock.
I've circled the sun 16 times and about 2 of them have been spent role-playing
If you ever need me you can contact me by xxangelsloveforeverxx@yahoo.co.uk[/right]
``Hello Sweetie~
Full name~ Loredana Aretha Emely
Nicknames~ Lorey and Danarthel
Age & date of birth~ 332 years old - Born 23/8/1678AD Earth Time
Gender~ Female
Species~ Time Lady
Sexuality~ Straight
Face claim~ Romola Garai
Canon / original~ Original
``Imaginary Friends~
Hair color~ Honey Blonde
Eye color~ Dark violet
Height~ 5’11
Weight~ 8st 9lbs
Distinctive features~
General appearance~
Loredana is in her 3rd form and has been for around 34 years. She’d describe herself as considerably average, except her very pale face.She does however slightly tower above most average female’s of her species or that of the humans, standing at around 5’11 and weighing in at a reasonable weight for her height and build. Having spent most of the time in her form running or in some form of activity, she became fairly athletically built.
She has a fairly peculiar eye colour that is a dark violet and sometimes looks black if she is in dimly lit conditions; they always have a natural sparkle unless she is anxious or nervous. She has long wavy honey blonde hair, previously she has always been a black-haired girl.
Nine times out of 10, she can be seen wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a white long-sleeved oxford shirt and black blazer. Her sonic screwdriver can usually be found lodged in her back pocket, something which she often forgets. She also always wears red Converse hi-tops which provide the only colour to her outfit.
``Bigger on the Inside~
TARDIS' name~ Type 70 Mark VI (Doesn’t have a name as such)
TARDIS' traits~
- Is one of the very few TARDIS’ with the ability to break through a temporal distortion grid.
- The TARDIS' engines automatically shut down when it is vacated.
- The TARDIS appeared to be able to lock-on to the presence of another Time Lord or Time Lady.
- The TARDIS can be put one second out of sync with time.
TARDIS' appearance~
Lorey’s TARDIS has a fully-functioning chameleon circuit, however it once jammed as a port-a-loo after visiting a festival during 32nd Century Wales.
The inside has a central column which has always been a dark red, surrounded by a light silver console which has an assortment of necessary controls alongside an inbuilt television and PS8. The console room is generally coloured in a faded black and lit up brightly. All the rooms are dressed in black, red, grey and gold and is in the ‘Winter setting’ and is mainly lit in an orangey-electrical light. She would always describe her TARDIS as more functional than anything else excluding several rooms which she kept for the few occasions she needed to just relax or to read a book.
``Brilliance~
[li] Exploring
[/li][li] Motors and machines
[/li][li] Getting stuck into an adventure or someone’s life
[/li][li] The Mutter’s Spiral
[/li][li] Music, literature and learning
Dislikes~
[/li][li] The authoritive figures in Gallifrey, mainly the High Council
[/li][li] Having nothing to do
[/li][li] Having to resort to cheering herself up with a DVD, a tub of ice-cream and cuddling up to her cat
[/li][li] Being alone
[/li][li] Slow drivers
Habits~
[/li][li] Tends to crack knuckles when exited or anxious
[/li][li] Enjoys fiddling with anything she can get her hands on
[/li][li] Talks to herself or inanimate objects
[/li][li] Pulls very strange faces whilst concentrating
Weaknesses~
[/li][li] Can become very reckless without realizing
[/li][li] Often involves herself far too much and gets too attached
[/li][li] Lacks any long-time company which has caused her to be rather depressed for a substantial time
[/li][li] Can often forget crucial things when they are most needed
Strengths~
[/li][li] Is incredibly intelligent
[/li][li] Is very agile and athletic
[/li][li] Is well adapted to using her sonic screwdriver
[/li][li] Is a technological wiz
Goals~
[/li][li] To meet the unheard of people of the worlds
[/li][li] To see everything worth seeing
[/li][li] To upset the council as much as possible
[/li][li] To one day have her own family
[/li][li] To have fun
Secrets~
[/li][li] At around the age of 24 her only sibling looked into the Untempered Schism and went insane, subsequently leading to her suicide.
[/li][li] There was only one person she had ever offered to accompany her, however he turned her down to lead a normal life.[/li][/ul]
Personality~
Loredana has always been incredibly reckless, prioritising her own need of fun above that of her own safety. She thrives under circumstances that put her life in danger or which test her mental ability. More often that not she spends her time out of her TARDIS, exploring the many worlds but her TARDIS is always her first port of call when she needs a little break.
She is a person who tends to fulfil the role of leader, having always been alone and rebelling against her own authority, never having any experience of being a follower and never not being in charge. She is not a forceful person though and never tries to push someone to do something against their will unless it will benefit them or stop something worse happening.
She has had virtually no contact with her parents since she left Gallifrey, however her path has often collided with her older brother with whom she remained on amicable terms. She grew to somewhat hate most of her race, hating most of their pompous natures and rebelled against it. Lorey can hold a grudge which is primarily why she doesn’t see her parents, who were once renegades and sold their believes to become involved in the High Council.
She is a very eccentric character, possibly due to her long term isolation but it often comes in very useful when she needs to solve a problem. Her intelligence is her greatest asset, having spent a large amount of her studying time focusing on expanding her general knowledge of different cultures and planets.
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``Fixed points~
Home planet~ Gallifrey
Current planet~ Earth
Parents~ Rillo Emely and Hesperian Tondos
Siblings~ Chatarile Emely
Pets~ Ernie (Siamese cat)
Other relatives~ None
History~
When she first stared into the Untempered Schism at the age of 8, all she could fully remember was an overwhelming pain, like a great pressure crushing her head. She was never truly the same after that, her brother declared that part of her had gone mad during the process but at the same time that insanity drove her to become more of a Time Lady than what she had before hand. She found herself having nightmares for centuries after staring into the Untempered Schism, fearing it’s power but at the same time revelling in what lay before her.
She belonged in the Prydonian Chapter whilst studying at the Time Lord Academy, studying mainly in Earth-based studies loving the future that was set for the small planet. She showed a great promise and was asked by one of the members of the High Council at the age of 97 if she were interested in considering an apprenticeship to also join the council, something which she instantly turned down. She finished her studies at around the age of 141.
After leaving Gallifrey, she rarely left the Mutter’s Spiral finding the most entertaining life forms within that galaxy and her favourite planet, Earth. At the beginning of Loredana’s solo explorations, she abided by the idea of not interfering in anyone’s futures, simply watching until one day when she was walking around 18th Century Florence. A woman was simply walking down the street upon which she was jumped on by several thugs, had Loredana not interfered it would have inevitably lead to the young lady’s death. She then that she couldn’t simply stand by and watch multiple universes, watch people’s lives be destroyed but instead wanted to inspire others and be involved, soon becoming a renegade Time Lady.
Her first form was destroyed when she accidentally got in the way of a stray sonic beam aimed at Britain’s Prime Minister in the year 2310. She was forced to regenerate again when she upset Rethil, a Mogarian and he shot her with an AK-47 that she had brought with her from her last trip which had been to a Soviet meeting. Both times she suffered severely, the first time staying in a coma for an Earth-month and the second she suffered from amnesia, leading to her believing that she was Miss Mary Tolkins of 1838 Alaska for several months.
Since, she spent a large proportion of time becoming involved with the people around her, learning about them. Several times she visited certain influential historic figures from different planets, once accidentally leaving a formula sheet where Einstein was working which had e=mc² and the workings out scrawled on it which lead to one of the greatest scientific discoveries being an act of Plagiarism.
After a particular run in with the Sontarons on the planet Agora, in which aided by a rebellious group of young adults, she offered one man, Mark, a place on the TARDIS after becoming attached to him whilst they managed to shut off the reactor that was threatening to destroy the planet. He spent a while turning the idea but declined stating that he didn’t want to live life always wondering whether he was going to see another day, something which broke her heart and lead to a month long diet of ice cream.
Most recently she obtained a small Siamese cat, deciding that for the time being she was destined to become a crazy old cat lady and grew exceptionally fond of him.
``Geronimo~
Rp sample~
A random roleplay about Greek Goddess and Gods.
Monotony. Monotony was the only and every aspect of Erytheia's human life, every day was the same, never changing. The humans around her seemed to embrace the small anomalies in their everyday life, but the rituals and celebrations to mark these became repetitive, simply outstretched over a longer period. The new year was celebrated to try and say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, however several years had surpassed for Erytheia and there was no change, just the same.
So much had changed for her though, more than the humans around her could begin to comprehend. She walked amongst them every day, living their lives, watching as they picked up the subtle differences that made her different from the mortals around her. After having spent millennia confined to the Garden of the Hesperides being considered no more than a blemish in the perfection of Hera's grove it was strange to suddenly find herself pushed to the forefront of the minds of those around her.
Mortality, however, was something that Erytheia grew tired of. There were the obvious perks, like not being confined to an eternity with several individuals who were contrived and thoughtless. However everyday she would endure the same day, nothing changing except the topic of conversation or what mortal food she would have to eat. Every ability she had ever had either ceased to exist or became so pathetically feeble that she no longer attempted it. Every sense had been dulled, her sight, how things felt, how they smelt; she couldn't even appreciate the sunrise. Since she had disappeared the sunsets had never created the same awe, never the same beauty, whomever had taken over could not create a thousand of the grand variant of colours that flew threw the sky. She watched in resentment as her duty was feebly replaced. If she could have anything back it would be that.
However the ability to enchant the entire human race however had not passed with her exile. The humans around her saw a fragment of what she was and fell in love with it. The women would take her on nights out or invite her for a girls night in, attempting to do all in their power to remain attached to Erin. The men ... were more of a nuisance than anything, on nights out she would find herself the uninvited focal point of a large group of men all of whom were bawdy and loud. If that wasn't the case she would have her colleagues fawning over her. Hera would have been watching, laughing, making a mockery over her along with her fellow gods. It was one mistake that lead her to mortality.
Hera was fiercely protective over each and every individual golden apple that remained in her orchard, if anyone of the Hesperides were to have touched on of them then she would gladly gut them from head to toe. Erytheia had been exiled on such charges, having taken one of the precious fruits and eating it. She was hardly the only culprit, merely the most hated one. She had always recalled Hera's envy on the beauty that she created as the sun would disappear. How the gods must be laughing at her plight, their warped humour never ceased to amaze her, ridicule was their favourite punishment and entertainment. Hera would be especially enjoying the pain and work that she was enduring every day.
Erytheia made her way through the dingy apartment that she had managed to acquire with the pittance of a salary that she was paid working a 9-6 job. She looked around with a sigh, it could hardly be defined as ‘living', the few possessions she owned were older than she acclaimed to be and were strewn about. She threw on her black trench coat, an item which she loathed for it's masculinity but had become a featured piece of clothing throughout the winter and made her way to the door.
Her eyes locked on the reflection that cast its way off the small mirror placed on top of her vanity table. She still found it strange that though her appearance had changed drastically she still looked as though she was in her early-mid twenties. Her lips pulled up into a half-smile at the thought of how the humans would have reacted if they knew what she really was ... who she really was. The small golden haired girl that stood in the mirror, Erin, she was merely a fictional character that had spun out of the depths of her subconscious, if she could cause havoc with the humans brain then the reaction of her in her true form would be electrifying.
A woman who lived across from her in the same block of flats and who happened to work for the same firm had asked her out for a morning coffee, to which she had reluctantly agreed. She knew of the never-ending isolation and thrived on the company others offered her, whether or not she particularly liked the individual. Fortunately the small coffee shop she had recommended fell upon her route to work.
She found herself staring abstractly at the first thing that came to her eyes as she made her way out into the glowering morning city. She was pulled from her reverie as she heard the word, “Erin” being called out. How she hated that name, ‘Erin Theise', her name had to be adapted to fit in with the new society. Although it was a much daunting though to go around being called by her real name in a society that condemned those who went against the normal and didn't conform to the ‘regular' way of life.
She gave a pleasant smile as a familiar face made her way over. She pressed her eyes as she tried to put a name to the face. “Lisa, how pleasant to see you again.”
“Erin you're looking radiant as ever,” Lisa chuckled as she linked arms with Erytheia, whom was resisting the urge to shake her off, “Marie might be a little late; we were ... out last night. I sure know that I'm feeling it.” Erin gave a quick nod and quickly tore her arm away from Lisa. “Well I'll see you at the office later then, okay?” She could feel the reluctance as Lisa spun around and left her, most humans sought to stay around her.
Erytheia allowed herself to push through the vast crowd, ignoring the curses that were being sent her way as was the custom. The streets were still covered in the dense winter mist that had enveloped the entire city and did not fail in clogging up a person's lungs if they inhaled too deeply. Every day Erin Theise made the same trip across the congested roads and attempt vainly to push against the mass sea of people, fighting to make it to the large block of offices where she spent every day of her mortal life.
She was rather grateful as finally felt the warm heat fan across her face upon entering the small coffee shop. No, Marie wasn't there. She rolled her eyes as she made her way to the counter, fumbling with the large buttons on her coat. She became somewhat fixated upon unfastening her coat that she barely heard as she was addressed.
Erytheia quickly diverted her attention and looked up at the excessively large list of hot and cold drinks plastered up on the wall, gone were the days when you had a simple coffee, now there were at least 30 variants, which was often the case. She had watched several of the popular American sitcoms that played each night as the clock slowly drifted into morning, it was with some relief that she had picked up on the long, and rather ridiculous names of the popular modern drinks.
“... Soya Decaffeinated Cappuccino please ... better give me an extra shot in there as well,” Erin muttered as she fumbled around in her purse for a note. Cappuccino? Extra shot? She shook her head lightly, she was becoming too humanised.
