Post by Owen Harper on Sept 4, 2010 20:30:37 GMT -5
Name: Owen Harper, MD
Nickname: Call me anything. No. Don't call me Sue and don't call me late for dinner
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: Sept 1, 1974
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: ClassifiedCardif, Wales
Character Portrayal: Burn Gorman
Hair: Short brown hair
Eyes:rodent brown
Height: (don't know the height of my actor)
Individual Features: thin, light, good looking
General Appearance:
Family:mum been taken away from a rift classified Torchwood team
Friends: Torchwood. I really don't have many mates. Worse I don't have a life.
Enemies: Varies on each day and night. Who ever I get angry?
Job: Torchwood Medical, and a thorn to Jack at times
Personality: I am very loyal to Torchwood and dedicated to my work. A hard worker, stubborn, crude, honesty and blunt (both come like butter and bread), sarcastic, bold.
I am your typical stereotype muscular man. But deep inside I can be a big softy and I have kid personality inside me. I do care for people in my life. I can easily fall in love with someone who I can relate too. I like to have a beautiful lady, who has brains, someone who can I tell my secrets I have seen. Someone I can spend my time and not work about a dicken about anything. I am actually romantic at heart.
I am known as to be hard in a mix company. I am human and I do have emotions like any other human. I can get bitter and want to be left alone. That means you can call me all the time it doesn’t mean I pick up the bugger. A person has a right to have time for themselves.
Likes: My job at Torchwood, working, good sex,Gwen Cooper, able to save a life, clubbing and being in a challenge Tosh if she let me chase her. She to easy and desperate!
Dislikes: Death, failing saving a life, failing Torchwood, not performing in bed, Tosh getting in my computer, being rushed during a surgery, the glove (resurrection), desperate woman (Tosh is one, she need to calm down), mistreated and tortured aliens and humans, rejection, being sensitive, not to tell an outsider about my job, missing my mum (God I love her), that something is wrong and I don't know what it is! And I hate that!
Fears: Dying. Being alone. Never having a decent relationship. Knowing my soul belongs to Torchwood for eterntity. Fear of losing my job. Fear of fear. Having a list of fears that is long. Take out pizza and chinese. Gets tired, you know? And cooking. I hate doing dishes too. And cleaning my flat. Hm. I got a lot of dislikes.
Powers: Empathy and speak to Weevils.
History:
Born here in Cardiff, Wales. My mum bore me. I was a kicky and healthy youngster. My father I never get to know him. Mum said he ran off on her. So, that's what I believe now. Who knows tomorrow it could be different. You think I want to give you my personal history? Do I trust you? No?
Well, I can share that I did lose my mum in a rift. I can't remember the details. And I am suppose to write a hundred word essay about myself. Bloody hell I feel I am back in University. Right a five thousand essay on the heart. Yea!
That was a few thousand heart beats there. So, I mentioned going to a university. I was brilliant doctor medical student. Got my degree to prove it. But I got something better. I am not just a MD for Earth, but an MD for Weevils and aliens. I am always probing and learning and saving lives.
So, I joined Torchwood and had a few good shags here and there. The relationships...not worth to mention. Except Diane, she came from 1952 and she loved to travel around. How I had tried to fight her to stay? She was my world and she had left.
I still have her scarf she left behind.
I am sure I had been recon at least a few times. Do you think I am that stupid? I am sure Captain Jack Harkness had covered a few tracks. I just wished he washed the memory when he snogged me. God he creeps me out! But still he's my commander and I do anything for him.
That better be a hundred word essay. Looks long enough. I had hoped I had not told you much. I might need to give you a recon pill. No scam!
Random Facts: I like fast cars. Fast women. Fast sex and hard sex. But give me moment to show I am not all bad. I am human after all. Oh I am good in a fight! So don't try take me out.You think I forgot the first girl who I was going to marry. No. I don't want to think about it.
RP Sample:
Third Person:
The waves of Cardiff Bay got bigger. Owen stood there looking out to the horizon of the bay. He held an alien artifact in both his hands. He slowly raised the artifact up to his eye line. He lined the alien artifact the horizon.
He had a dream about the artifact aligned with the horizon will open a rift gate way for him. All he had to do was press the two buttons at the same time and the rift will open to the world where Diane was located.
Owen had got the artifact from a rift sight. He had decided to keep it hidden. He knew it was meant for him because he had an instinct it would be bad if he had shared it to someone else.
He felt the winds blow harder from the sea then he saw the white of the Rift grab him and shove him back. He was blinded by the white.
On his back on the ground, Owen opened his eyes and he sat up. “What the hell?” he asked aloud. He looked around and saw nothing seemed to change. Why was he here? He had no clue. He stood up on his feet, wiped his jeans with his hands.
He shrugged his shoulders and accepted nothing had happened. He had not realized he screwed his time line up. The other thing he did not know he was one of the incidents of the Time and Space mess up. Could it only be Owen? Or someone had staged that Owen done this?
(Kept open for another player for plotting)
Journal Sample:
First let me make a point. Someone here mentioned I am an asshole. That is arse-hole. Get it right! Who had been going around calling me one? Is it Jack? Gwen? No. She would not do that. She will slap me first. I won't mind. I say, roughing it up sounds an ideal. Ahem. I like girls. So Jack can dream all he wants. God how he makes me feel creepy. I am a MAN and I will always wanna a good shag with a lady. One night stands is what I do. I don't have time for a romantic relationship because I am working for Torchwood. It would be nice. So, I don't have a life! I do play a good video game while I take a break my office. And you might think I am snob. You bet I am. And I can make one mean one. Now step aside!
This is after all an introduction. I am not good at this. Did you know? You think someone like me will have it easy. Walk in a bar, go say hi to a beautiful attractive lady with long slender legs. Raise my glass and say hi to her with a warm smile. And she turns and gives me a cold shoulder. Do I let that stop me? But her boy friend fist does. It's my luck! I hit the girl with a mate! Go figure that one! I roll my eyes here. Yea, you don't see it! But I am. Bloody hell with it!
Oh I see you think me a jerk. Hell yea! I am Welsh and your not! So ha! And I tell ya your face. Blunt truth is how works mate! By the way, you’re not bad yourself. Wanna have a good shag? Is that a blush, I see? No? You’re laughing at me. I am not big on rejection. I am a man who's trying to have a night out. Can I least buy you a drink? I guees not. Women. What do they see in Jack? Yes, I am temper jealous of THAT man. Never dies! He has the looks! And he has the charm. Runs Torchwood. And here I am writing in this STUPID journal. I had gone daft! I could be shooting aliens in that video game!
And my duty with Torchwood is being a Doctor and I rather good at it. Analyze alien biology and DNA. Let me share you a secret on the side that no one knows about me. I am trying to use my gift as a doctor to find a way to cure cancer. I still not sure that alien technology I am working will help. Oh don't tell Jack that. I do take an artefact out of Torchwood once awhile. I know I am not supposed too. But hey what can I say? Jack needs me and he knows it. He can't just toss me away and replace me.
Rules: I read the rules but I go back and look for that "secret little message". Makes me want to ask for my own 'secret phrase' for my application, eh?
And yes the rules do exist, Daniel!
Nickname: Call me anything. No. Don't call me Sue and don't call me late for dinner
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: Sept 1, 1974
Race: Human
Place of Birth/Home Town: Classified
Character Portrayal: Burn Gorman
Hair: Short brown hair
Eyes:
Height: (don't know the height of my actor)
Individual Features: thin, light, good looking
General Appearance:
Family:
Friends: Torchwood. I really don't have many mates. Worse I don't have a life.
Enemies: Varies on each day and night. Who ever I get angry?
Job: Torchwood Medical, and a thorn to Jack at times
Personality: I am very loyal to Torchwood and dedicated to my work. A hard worker, stubborn, crude, honesty and blunt (both come like butter and bread), sarcastic, bold.
I am your typical stereotype muscular man. But deep inside I can be a big softy and I have kid personality inside me. I do care for people in my life. I can easily fall in love with someone who I can relate too. I like to have a beautiful lady, who has brains, someone who can I tell my secrets I have seen. Someone I can spend my time and not work about a dicken about anything. I am actually romantic at heart.
I am known as to be hard in a mix company. I am human and I do have emotions like any other human. I can get bitter and want to be left alone. That means you can call me all the time it doesn’t mean I pick up the bugger. A person has a right to have time for themselves.
Likes: My job at Torchwood, working, good sex,
Dislikes: Death, failing saving a life, failing Torchwood, not performing in bed, Tosh getting in my computer, being rushed during a surgery, the glove (resurrection), desperate woman (Tosh is one, she need to calm down), mistreated and tortured aliens and humans, rejection, being sensitive, not to tell an outsider about my job, missing my mum (God I love her), that something is wrong and I don't know what it is! And I hate that!
Fears: Dying. Being alone. Never having a decent relationship. Knowing my soul belongs to Torchwood for eterntity. Fear of losing my job. Fear of fear. Having a list of fears that is long. Take out pizza and chinese. Gets tired, you know? And cooking. I hate doing dishes too. And cleaning my flat. Hm. I got a lot of dislikes.
Powers: Empathy and speak to Weevils.
History:
Born here in Cardiff, Wales. My mum bore me. I was a kicky and healthy youngster. My father I never get to know him. Mum said he ran off on her. So, that's what I believe now. Who knows tomorrow it could be different. You think I want to give you my personal history? Do I trust you? No?
Well, I can share that I did lose my mum in a rift. I can't remember the details. And I am suppose to write a hundred word essay about myself. Bloody hell I feel I am back in University. Right a five thousand essay on the heart. Yea!
That was a few thousand heart beats there. So, I mentioned going to a university. I was brilliant doctor medical student. Got my degree to prove it. But I got something better. I am not just a MD for Earth, but an MD for Weevils and aliens. I am always probing and learning and saving lives.
So, I joined Torchwood and had a few good shags here and there. The relationships...not worth to mention. Except Diane, she came from 1952 and she loved to travel around. How I had tried to fight her to stay? She was my world and she had left.
I still have her scarf she left behind.
I am sure I had been recon at least a few times. Do you think I am that stupid? I am sure Captain Jack Harkness had covered a few tracks. I just wished he washed the memory when he snogged me. God he creeps me out! But still he's my commander and I do anything for him.
That better be a hundred word essay. Looks long enough. I had hoped I had not told you much. I might need to give you a recon pill. No scam!
Random Facts: I like fast cars. Fast women. Fast sex and hard sex. But give me moment to show I am not all bad. I am human after all. Oh I am good in a fight! So don't try take me out.
RP Sample:
Third Person:
The waves of Cardiff Bay got bigger. Owen stood there looking out to the horizon of the bay. He held an alien artifact in both his hands. He slowly raised the artifact up to his eye line. He lined the alien artifact the horizon.
He had a dream about the artifact aligned with the horizon will open a rift gate way for him. All he had to do was press the two buttons at the same time and the rift will open to the world where Diane was located.
Owen had got the artifact from a rift sight. He had decided to keep it hidden. He knew it was meant for him because he had an instinct it would be bad if he had shared it to someone else.
He felt the winds blow harder from the sea then he saw the white of the Rift grab him and shove him back. He was blinded by the white.
On his back on the ground, Owen opened his eyes and he sat up. “What the hell?” he asked aloud. He looked around and saw nothing seemed to change. Why was he here? He had no clue. He stood up on his feet, wiped his jeans with his hands.
He shrugged his shoulders and accepted nothing had happened. He had not realized he screwed his time line up. The other thing he did not know he was one of the incidents of the Time and Space mess up. Could it only be Owen? Or someone had staged that Owen done this?
(Kept open for another player for plotting)
Journal Sample:
First let me make a point. Someone here mentioned I am an asshole. That is arse-hole. Get it right! Who had been going around calling me one? Is it Jack? Gwen? No. She would not do that. She will slap me first. I won't mind. I say, roughing it up sounds an ideal. Ahem. I like girls. So Jack can dream all he wants. God how he makes me feel creepy. I am a MAN and I will always wanna a good shag with a lady. One night stands is what I do. I don't have time for a romantic relationship because I am working for Torchwood. It would be nice. So, I don't have a life! I do play a good video game while I take a break my office. And you might think I am snob. You bet I am. And I can make one mean one. Now step aside!
This is after all an introduction. I am not good at this. Did you know? You think someone like me will have it easy. Walk in a bar, go say hi to a beautiful attractive lady with long slender legs. Raise my glass and say hi to her with a warm smile. And she turns and gives me a cold shoulder. Do I let that stop me? But her boy friend fist does. It's my luck! I hit the girl with a mate! Go figure that one! I roll my eyes here. Yea, you don't see it! But I am. Bloody hell with it!
Oh I see you think me a jerk. Hell yea! I am Welsh and your not! So ha! And I tell ya your face. Blunt truth is how works mate! By the way, you’re not bad yourself. Wanna have a good shag? Is that a blush, I see? No? You’re laughing at me.
And my duty with Torchwood is being a Doctor and I rather good at it. Analyze alien biology and DNA. Let me share you a secret on the side that no one knows about me. I am trying to use my gift as a doctor to find a way to cure cancer. I still not sure that alien technology I am working will help. Oh don't tell Jack that. I do take an artefact out of Torchwood once awhile. I know I am not supposed too. But hey what can I say? Jack needs me and he knows it. He can't just toss me away and replace me.
Rules: I read the rules but I go back and look for that "secret little message". Makes me want to ask for my own 'secret phrase' for my application, eh?
And yes the rules do exist, Daniel!