Title: Who Knows
Description: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Description: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Cuchalinn - September 13, 2008 06:08 AM (GMT)
Genre: Doctorw Who/Torchwood
Difficulty: Intermediate, but advanced prefered.
Type(s) of Creature(s): Human, Near-human, Non-human, etc.
Preferred Rating: PG-13 at the very least, mature is preferable.
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: Either moderate to reasonably active or just starting up.
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: Variable >.>
Other Notes: A sample of my work.
Difficulty: Intermediate, but advanced prefered.
Type(s) of Creature(s): Human, Near-human, Non-human, etc.
Preferred Rating: PG-13 at the very least, mature is preferable.
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: Either moderate to reasonably active or just starting up.
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: Variable >.>
Other Notes: A sample of my work.
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| Lucius had always seen deeper than the rest, but it had also taken the death of an entire world for each of them to experience it. That was the sort of thing that changed people, Tarmon Gai'don had never even touched this world, it was still fat and tender, unbroken. The Last Battle was a misleading name, it was neither a battle nor the last of anything. It was a war, and unless the Shadow won, the Light would continue to oppose the darkness. Zakriid held his tongue for the true-world M'Hael, and nodded solemnly along with the points, remembering the faces of the dead, those millions; thousands (if not hundreds of thousands) he had put in the ground himself, or done so through those under his command, buried at his behest. Then the words of that dangerous man came round to the redhead again, and the Dancing Death Rei listened. "However Zakriid, I do think there is someone you could be overlooking." A silence dragged out for a time, before the M'Hael could apparently bring himself to give forth the vile retch's title. "Dazar." Yes that one could not be ignored of course. But neither could any other creature of the murk, they were all foul perversions of the Light and would be expunged for their corruption from the Pattern. Zakriid would see to that; was seeing to it truth be told, and a part of that was the elimination of traitors. "I've heard that name, Lucius," spoke the Lord Gaidin. "Trienne mentioned that he had crossed over when you did got quickly disappeared. More lately, we heard that he was down in south. We received a report that he, along with a channeller named Isha, were the prime movers behind all the troubles down there. What can you tell us about him?" Zakriid sniffed lightly, and ran a hand along the line of his jaw, feeling the distinct absence of any sort of stubble there, stroking the softness to amuse himself. He never had born the distasteful facial hair of later years, a price of his childhood sickness, more of a gift really. The Dancing Death Rei might not be of the warrior lords of the Eld reborn, but he didn't have to be. Intelligence and reason were more important than honours of the sword, which amounted to little more than an over glorified pissing contest. One person might swing around a stick of metal better than another, and that somehow was translated by many as the right to wear crowns or hold lands. This derision led to thoughts of the past. Zakriid could often think back to what his teachers in Black had told him of the importance of mental warfare, men have three brains: one below, one in the middle, and one up top. Seldom do they think with any but the first two, many favouring the second: their sword arm, and many more their first, but very few their third, the actual head on their shoulders. Zakriid waited for any further recounts by Lucius, if any, to finish before reflecting on those earlier lessons as he went. Adding to the last, the redhead agreed, "Aye, forsaken, dirty, fetid illspawn, little better than their menial halfwit lackeys save for in one respect, the most important respect. A thinking enemy is a more dangerous sort of enemy; Dazar is a dangerous enemy. However Lucius, I cannot say that I've ever met the Eagle of Shadows, I met the Dog in the end, before the worlds changed, but never the Eagle. You're suggestion is a good one. Could be that an Amyrlin calls this Dazar master." Tracing his own wonderful jawline, the Amyrlin having given no guess to his inquiry, not that it mattered, Zakriid traced its splendid framework as he deliberated. The people here, they were side tracking the issue, and Zakriid would not be led astray by their interference any longer. He had waited long enough, he had given them leave to speak enough, he would give them his consent to play their games no longer. "Whether or not this Amyrlin has a liege lord in sin and sedition is not of the matter at hand. Furthermore, the debate is at an end friends, the time for playing at words ends now." Replacing the Rod in his shirt for the fan instead, Zakriid flashed it open to extricate the last piece of parchment. It bore the seals and sigils of one full third of the Hall, and written in beautiful calligraphy at the top were the words, Sanction Thirty-One. After that in spidering scrawl was the details of the full authority of this writ, a writ of which a certain Elaida do Avriny a'Rohan had used to authorize her own sketchy claims on the Amyrlin Seat once upon a time. If one knew the secret histories and laws of the Towers, then one knew that Sanction thirty-one was little more than a glorified arrest warrant, of course far more elegant and formal language was used for it, (special detainments.) It basically meant that in cases where an Amyrlin (allegedly with sufficient evidence) went against the better interests of the Towers (ie, a Darkfriend,) that Amyrlin could then be brought to account for her actions. Normally it takes at least two thirds of the Hall to take down an Amyrlin for any reason, but a third sufficed to begin the process of taking down a 'criminal' Amyrlin. "Under the signed authority of the combined Hall and a ratified warrant of Sanction 31, I, Zakriid Rei'al'N'dore'al'Mordero, hereby place you, Amyrlin Sapphira Calren, under special detainment to await judgement by an appointed tribunal or trial before the Hall of Servants, whichever may come first. Any declarations, protestations, or abjurations made by your person shall be deemed hostile and dealt with accordingly. I, as named agent of this warrant, ask you to respect the laws and proceedings of the office you hold, and the Towers to which you have sworn to serve, and therefore that you come along peacefully and quietly, and without further incident. Any parties found to be unlawfully interfering with the carrying out of this warrant will also be accorded as hostile, and dealt with accordingly. The Hall and I thank you for your co-operation and understanding in advance." With that, Zakriid casually took the power into himself, and opened a skimming gateway, the floating platform in the shape of a detainment cell and a surrounding promenade. Zakriid opened the cell door, and gestured while wearing a winning smile, "This way if you could, Sapphira." A tone of smug insolence and zealous triumph in his icy voice. |
Triguntri - September 16, 2008 07:48 PM (GMT)
Got, I got two for you. One, Shattered Realities, is a site I run with a few friends. The other is What You Will a site that I help out with graphics on. Anyway, I think they are good for you. Shattered Realities really deals with Torchwood AND the Doctor (who is a bad guy on there -AU-). What You Will deals with the Doctor (good) and Gallifrey and Earth.
If you have any question for either one of them, just PM me here or talk in the C-Box. I'm Anna and I play Kara Prince and the Doctor on Shattered Realities. And I play Romana on What You Will as well.
If you have any question for either one of them, just PM me here or talk in the C-Box. I'm Anna and I play Kara Prince and the Doctor on Shattered Realities. And I play Romana on What You Will as well.
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 |General Rules| Posting Rules| |Application Form| |Canon List| Each thought, each dream, and each story creates a separate universe. There are billions and billions of parallel universes created by our own actions. It’s no surprise where there is an alternate universe where two people’s original roles are switched. The Doctor and the Master, last of the Time Lords. The Time Lords were once an ancient and powerful alien species that was wipe out during the last Time War. We all ready know that part right? The Doctor goes around, saving people while trying to control his friend the Master. We have all seen how evil the Master can be. Everything is set into motion, nothing can be undone. The Doctor is always good and the Master is always evil. End of story, right? Oh, very wrong my dear friend. In this plane of existence, it just took one thing to set everything upside down. Just two people changed the universe that we knew. The Doctor took off in his TARDIS after he being deny one and the council set his best friend the Master after him. Originally after that, the Master turned evil and the Doctor kept saving people. It didn’t happen like this. The Master abandon his long time friend, going to help other people that fell victim to the Doctor. And the Doctor, he turned as evil and dark as a black hole. Now, the actions after this were still present, only the roles were reversed. The Doctor made the universe fall victim to his sinister deeds and the Master tried his best to stop him and save the universe with the friends and companions he made along the way. This happened for years. Then the Time War started and the Doctor was asked to help the Time Lords. He did that, only in hopes of taking over Gallifrey. But he didn’t get his way. When the Daleks took control, he panic and ran and turned himself into a human at the end of the universe. He changed his DNA to where he was human and kept his Time Lord self inside a fob watch. He was human and took up the name Professor Yana. He grew old and older, helping humans try to reach a new galaxy. Utopia. He was happy and carefree then, actually being normal. Then the Master arrived in his TARDIS with Martha Jones and Captain Jack Harkness. Then everything went to Hell when Martha Jones pointed out his pocket watch, somehow knowing what it was from when the Master turned himself into a human. When he was able to open the pocket watch, he change back into his old self, the Doctor. When his, or rather Professor Yana’s, alien assistant got scared and shot him, he was force to turn into his current form. The Doctor once more, he found his own T.A.R.D.I.S. and made sure to damage the Master’s, at least to stop him from following him for awhile. He traveled to the twenty-first centenary and took up the human name of James Bishop in the British Empire and used his charm and powers to get into the Prime Minister election and of course won under the name James Bishop. In the hopes to stop his once time friend and save Earth, the Master joined up with Torchwood with Jack Harkness. But the Time Lord couldn’t even save one of the members from falling into the Doctor’s grip. Ianto Jones went to the dark Time Lord’s side with the promises of more power and has his way. Ianto was tired of everyone talking down to him and treating him like a tea boy and errand boy. He hoped to be with the Doctor to prove Torchwood wrong and gave him their secrets in exchange. In replace of Ianto Jones, Captain John Hart-ex Time Agent joined up with Torchwood. With two ex Time Agents, one Time Lord, and the power of Torchwood behind them, they hope to stop the Doctor once and for all. But can they do it? I don’t know. But what I do know is that this parallel universe is one of the few... Shattered Realities. |
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 The Time War, one of the greatest battles within the Universe caused the extinction of the Time Lords size The Doctor, who is also known as the Destroyer of Worlds. Why did he claim this title? Simple. He destroyed his home, Gallifrey or so he though he did. Here’s the catch. The Doctor did indeed destroy Gallifrey however the War somehow slipped into Time itself when it was on a time lock. The Time Lords though they had it all figured out and could control all of Time and Space. They thought they were gods and could do anything. Yet they were wrong with their calculations. So very wrong indeed. As someone most likely of their very own Time Lords unlocked the Time Lock and all chaos was unleashed. The War drifted though Time and Space and somehow collided with in Earth Time Lines because during the period when the unlock happened the Rift in Cardiff was active and interfered with the Time War and brought it into our time of 2008. You might wonder who dared to go against their own kind --- well the answer to that is simple: it is unknown. It might have been the War King (aka the Master/Koschie) but no one really knows for sure who did it. Meanwhile in Cardiff, Wales the Torchwood Team is rebuilding and recruited Doctor Martha Jones—the Doctor’s ex companion, to replace Doctor Owen Harper, their old medic as well as Mickey Smith as the new tech to replace Toshiko Sato as both Owen and Tosh misfortunately died in an incident that we will not discuss further here. However Martha wants to get back to UNIT but is temporally working for Torchwood to give Jack a hand as they desperately needed a medic. But in the period in-between Jack would have to make do with her until he found someone whom can take the position of Torchwood’s permanent medic. During the time when Martha and Mickey hooked up with the rest of the team the rift was acting strangely and one day opened itself up without the assistance of the team somehow. To them it seemed unnatural and not even possible, even Jack disbelieved it at first but it happened which is when the Time War glided into our time line and the rift closed again. For over seventeen years the Time War was going on. The Doctor among others fought amidst the front ranks against the Darleks. Due to battle he regenerates into his ninth body. Many lives have been lost on both sides. As we all know having two Doctor’s around would cause a paradox due to the fact it was in the same universe. Then again during the war the Doctor did make a paradox of himself for the purposes of the war but this is different. Lucky for us this did not occur as something odd happened. The older of the two began having dreams or rather nightmares of the Time War. He began to hear old voices in his head and though he was going mad. But he wasn’t at all; on the contrary he was perfectly sane. It was just because of the shift of the time lines that he was going though all of this. Then one day the ninth body of the Doctor disappeared and he was never heard of again. Lady President Romana was getting worried about the Doctor as they were close friend as well as others whom were close to him. They needed him, and he just disappeared into thin air. Where the hell was he. Then a though hit them that perhaps the Earth loving Time Lord went there in his type 40 tt TARDIS. Of course they were only half right as the tenth body of the Doctor was there in his TARDIS morning over Miss Donna Nobel whom he recently had to brainwash as she could live a happily ever after. Back on Gallifrey the War was getting pretty gruesome and the War King disappeared from view. He had also gone off to find the Doctor. It seemed like everyone was going after the Doctor as they had this idea in their heads that he could make things better. Dravos couldn’t but help to notice something was up and realized that the war got unlocked and was drifting linearly with Earth and the twenty-first century’s time. Taking advantage of this he deiced to work on causing complete chaos both on Gallifrey and upon the Earth. He commanded his troops of Darleks to go about his ingenious plan and began attacking the Earth as well as Gallifrey. Romana didn’t notice this as she was too busied by looking for the Doctor and the Master only went along with it as it could work hand in hand with his plans of universal takeover. No one knew how to stop them upon the Earth and they were fendless sides for the Doctor and Torchwood. Yet the Doctor was nowhere to be found. He was dreaming of the past in his TARDIS for the oddest of reasons. So Torchwood was again on their own and only had a handful of high tech guns and was working on a way of stopping the Darleks and trying to also reach the Doctor. Yet he never answered the call. What they needed was an EM pulse. Our story begins when the Doctor wakes up by a very old friend entering his TARDIS and himself being very much confused about everything. As he thinks that he destroyed Gallifrey and they should be dead and thinking that he was very much ill or mad. Whatever will become of theses mix ups? What will occur to the time lines? Will all be well on Earth and will Gallifrey’s history be changed forever? Everything seems to be flipped upside down. |
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