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The Doctor meets the Historian. |SinfulSkills & sapphire0731|

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A Historic Event. |MegaraFoxfire & SinfulSkills|

2013 - Oxford, Earth

The University is committed to achieving a multinational student body by attracting the very best students from across the globe to study at all levels, regardless of background or circumstance. This aim promotes diversity and cultural exchange, and seeks to give students throughout the world the opportunity to benefit from an Oxford education. Oxford University Mission statement; and a welcome to those who have intelligence but have lack of funds.

When you work two jobs to save up money to get into Oxford, than succeed in getting grants and scholarships you take full pride in your studies and your ability to learn. Coming from a small poor suburb of London with an alcoholic mother and a drug abusing father; young Olivia Watson had made her way up and out of the slums to something of a better life. Between working a job and going full time to the University, the young blonde had really come far in life.

Buzz Buzz Buzz. A long sleepy yawn left the blonde as her hazel eyes opened staring at her clock. Seven in the morning and she was required to be at the school at nine for classes. Today was just going to be another boring day. Raising up from her bed, she stretched her arms over her head, rising the tank top from around her stomach up high before letting her arms fall down to her side in a lazy fashion. Rising to her feet, the young girl stood at her full height of five foot five inches. For a twenty four year old woman, she was quite short but she didn’t care. She called herself fun sized when people would bring it up and it was always a good ice breaker for chatting with people. This blonde was not afraid to talk to people, in fact her parents worried that it would get into a lot of trouble, but so far so good, she was safe.

Pulling out her clothes she had chosen to wear for the day she set up her ironing board. Never really been much of a fan for ironing, since her drier broke she needed to get rid of the wrinkles in her shirt. Throwing up her hair into a pony tail, she took the iron up and looked at it. It was plugged in, functioning and warm but her one weakness hit her; she found a button she had never pressed before. After observing it she turned the flat part of the iron towards her face as she pressed the button. Spray! Water shot out onto her face in an explosion of mist. A small cough left her as she looked at the iron with anger before brushing the mist off of her face and pushed the placed the iron down onto the shirt and began to flatten out the wrinkles. Olivia had an issue, aside from being extremely social and a small training in martial arts; she had an obsession with touching things. A do not touch verbal warning or sign was something she couldn’t obey. Not being she was someone who wants to be disobedient or problem causing but because she had a firm belief that people learn better by feeling things; and that has landed her into trouble in the past and if only she knew what type of trouble it would get her into in the near future.

Dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, black snickers and a black comfortable shirt, the blonde curled her hair lightly and started towards the door, grabbing her purse and her backpack; she locked the door behind her and left for the campus.

The Oxford campus was a vast building with many different rooms as it was converted from an old church into a college campus. The beautiful of the building had been touched by many hands including Olivia’s. Studying there had been a large treat for the young blonde, the history of the building alone was wonderment and finishing up her last year of being a Great Britain Historian major just made her depressed to see the building go. Walking up the stairs and entering the building the clock rang eight in the morning and the blonde hurried to her favorite place to spend before going to classes, the archeology department. While it wasn’t her major, she did appreciate all the things they would pull out of excursions and enjoyed looking at them. Though she got consistently lectured for touching the artifacts, she couldn’t stop herself. Things just… well they just needed to be touched.

Pushing against the handle of the large oak door that hid the dug up artifacts, the young girl entered with pep in her step. A dig up in Ireland had brought out some new items out that were brought to the college for analyzing, and Olivia had every intention on seeing the new things. The item check list went through her head as she looked at the new section. Her brain marking a date on each item until she came to a large oval shaped structure. It looked as though it was made of complete stone but in a perfect shape with no rough edges. Confusion moved across her face as she stepped over the velvet rope and closed the gap between her and it. Hazel eyes squinting at the object in front of her she leaned in, giving it a smell. Well, it smelled like rock and it wasn’t making any sounds. While she had no intention on licking it she did, in fact, place her hand against it and leaned forward, listening. There was no sound on the inside of it and she gave it a small knock. Nothing but a small pain on her knuckles from knocking against the stone structure; nothing was simple but she still didn’t know where it came from.

A shrug lifted her small shoulders as she pulled herself back from the stone and her hand fell to her side. Stepping over the velvet rope and back to the observing distance she gave another shrug and turned, walking out the large door and shutting it behind her, completely oblivious to the large flash of light that had happened within the closing crack of the door. Before advancing too far away, Olivia stopped looking down and feeling in her pockets, her pen was gone. Sighing in defeat she turned around, needing the pen before going to class. She must have dropped it when she was in the artifacts room.

The pep in her step was still there when she arrived once again at her favorite door. Her full soft pink lips were spread into a smile showing her bright white teeth as she pulled open the heavy door once again to see a large lizard like creature standing in the door way. Its reptilian eyes blinking down at her as it towered a good foot taller than her. The smile from her lips never faded as she slowly shut the door. Once the door was closed the smile changed into a look of complete terror as she took off running. So much for her pen.

Rounding a corner in large panic, ideas flew through her head about what she could do. Call security? Run to the Dean? Grab a microphone for the speaker system and announce everything should leave? Would people believe her or would they think she’s crazy? Is she crazy? Was her mind playing tricks on her because of the artifact she touched? Was there really a lizard like creature standing in the middle of the artifacts room? There were other noises as well. Was there more than one? How many were there?! What did they want? Why were they here? SMACK, as if she really needed this as she tumbled to the floor. Her attention turned upward to see a man standing there, someone she had never seen before. In disbelief, the only thing she could say in her panic filled voice was, “Who are you?!”

A Historic Event. |MegaraFoxfire & SinfulSkills|

Name: Olivia Watson
Age: 22
Occupation: Student.
Appearance:
Bad habit:Touching things without really knowing what they are.
Unknown talent: She studies martial arts.
Biography: Olivia grew up in a rough household, Dad was obsessed with drinking and mom had a bio-polar disorder that caused a lot of problems for their only child. Going to school was her only escape from the horrible situation at home and she discovered her love of school. Instead letting the home life get the best of her and driving her down the road of depression; she kept positive and happy and found her deep passion for History. Not just Great Britain's history but history from everywhere. As she graduated high school she applied for a single school, one school, her dream school.... and she got it. Olivia, dealing with all her baggage at home, got into Oxford University and became on her way to get her doctorate in History. She is fun loving, nice but has a small issue with acting without thinking and touching things that shouldn't be touched. It's something she really shouldn't be doing, and she needed to brake herself of the habit but when it comes down to it; she's a very nice girl who just seeks a way to get as far away from her family as possible and has a big want to explore the world.

Megara's Interests

I'll PM you so we can discuss the details and not take over your page!

Looking for old partners and new.

I know you said you have a Harry Potter role play going already but I was wondering if you want to start another?
I came from a website based around the Harry Potter world, so I'm rather fluid in it.

Megara's Interests

Would love to do a Doctor Who, I can't promise, however, a post once a day because I work full time and have quite a life away from the threads but I can promise you a post no less than once a week, I try to get posts in every three days.
That's my goal as of right now.
I'd love a Tenth Doctor against my OC, and I have a starter as well.

Bounty Hunter's In Space |Dante&SinfulSkills|

“Mom?!” A voice called out into the distance. “MOM!!!!” A blue haired sixteen year old girl ran through burning flames. A large sword on her back. “MOM!!!!!” Another screamed left her, desperate for a response but received nothing. The war on the planet turned into a massacre. Her mother had gone into hiding with the other older women and much to her father’s dislike; she joined the battle as well.

The planet was full of kind hearted people who were pushed into a war that they didn’t want by an invading alien group. Torture and massive destruction happened before the Metra race started to fight back, than the true power of the race came out and they prove themselves to be valiant warriors. The war had spanned on for three years before a large explosion took out most of the planet. People were in hiding, somehow in some way; Nikki survived and had been wondering around the planet looking for her family. Her father was dead, she had to watch him die; like a warrior, he went down fighting and she couldn’t be more proud of him. Since then she took up his sword and it hadn’t left her back except to kill some of the other aliens that had invaded and got in her way of tracking down her mom.

A few times, walking through the planet’s destruction, she shot off a flame with an alert looking for help, there is no way that she was the only one who survived. There had to have been others right? Like her mom and her mom’s friends that all went into hiding, the children who were supposed to be in hiding. Her friends and classmates who had chosen to hide from the war instead of try to win it. No one was emerging and she only had a few flares left she could use.

The travels of the wounded and tired warrior took her to her home town which was still up in flames. She rose the gun and shot off another flare not paying attention to wear she was aiming and didn’t realize it bounced off of something high in the sky and exploded under it. She was too busy running into the town screaming at the top of her lungs. “MOM?! MOM!!!!!” Her voice echoed over the blazing fires until she ran towards the middle of the town square where the large water fountain sat and was the secret entrance to the safe house that everyone should have been hiding in. Her arrival to the fountain was a horrible sight. Bodies of her friends and her mom’s friends were scattered all over the ground and in the fountain which was pouring red… blood. The worst as at the top of the fountain; the sight of her mother’s small body strung up by her intestines, her deep brown eyes, matching her daughters were hide but her mouth was closed, as if accepting her own death but since she was the wife of the leader of the civilization the aliens were fighting, she had to be made an example of.

Horror filled Nikki’s brown eyes and as fell to her knees in front of the fountain of bodies and the hanging corpse of her beloved mother. At first the girl was silent in her black t-shirt and dark blue jeans and black light weight boots, than she leaned her head back, staring up at the starry sky and let out a scream of pain, throwing her hands out to each side, she threw well over two hundred pounds of pressure out of her hands and destroyed the standing structures around her. Nothing compared to the pain she felt that after she screamed she felt forward, hands on the ground crying uncontrollably.

An older version of the blue haired girl in the dream flung up from the cot she had rented with her last winnings of catching her bait. Her face and chest dripping in sweat; she placed her right hand on her forehead as she attempted to catch her breath. The dream was getting more detailed, more intense and she couldn’t get passed it. A long sight left the blue haired girl as she pulled off the covers and allowed her tan feet to touch the cold floor. Slowly, Nikki stood up and pulled her clothes on her shoulders and pants onto her waste. Once the boots were on her feet, she slid her gun into the hustler and her pocket knives and hidden blades into place of easy reach. Sadness filled her as she picked up her final item before her backpack. The sword, the sword of her father; one of the two things she had left of her parents’ belongings. The sword of her father and the necklace of her mother, which is around her neck; a sigh left her as she slung it over her shoulder and tightened the strap around her shoulder. Throwing her bag over her shoulder, she left the room she had rented and decided she need to find new leads for a new bounty.

Today, the deep brown eyed woman was on the Hetachi planet, a planet full of weird looking aliens with smooched faced and tentacles for hands. Making her way down the stairs, she paid the innkeeper and left. Down the street was a short walk to a nearby pub. A long sigh left her as she pushed the door open and walked inside; the place was nearly empty since it was about ten o’clock in the morning but here, any time is a good time to drink. Falling into one of the chairs at the bar she pushed the bag she was carrying against the ground under her feet. But she was smart; she hooked her foot through the shoulder strap to keep the bag from wondering off. The bartender took her order and slide her a beer, which she took a long drink of; she needed to get that dream out of her mind, some food in her stomach then off to find another job. Just a typical day for her bounty hunting ways.

Bounty Hunter's In Space |Dante&SinfulSkills|

Nikki Ivy

20 years of age, been the only Metra left from the planet for four years.

Status: Not only is she single, but she is the last of her kind.

Occupation: Bounty Hunter in the far future. Turning in her pray to the GP (Galactic Police) or whoever paid her to find the individual(s).

Personality: Young Nikki is hard shell, she witnessed her father's death and found her mother strung up by her organs in her home town square in the war that destroyed, this all happened 4 years ago and she still is hard shell. But she learned that not talking can be worse then talking so she started to speak again after the first year of being alone. Soon she became sarcastic, insulting and arrogant in her manors. She hasn't found many people that can best her between her wit and her skills with swords, guns and hidden blades.

Biography: Nikki Ivy, warrior girl (a princess none-the-less) from a planet that everyone died from a horrible war, her species is known as Metra; she can levitate things up to 400 pounds but she has to act out the action in some form or another, she can't do it with just her mind. The amount that she can lift it doubled by her age. She regularly wakes up from a flash back to her life changing after she found out everyone was dead and make her a bounty hunter for whoever will pay her due to her skills. She's not invulnerable, she can still get injured and/or die and has many enemies from her job not to mention the people that wanted her planet destroyed. The blue hair is the trait of her people. She should be pale but her mother was an Indian woman from earth so she's very tan. Even though she is a half blood, she embraces both parts of her heritage and studies them in with a passion, believing that knowing both is important for her to remember everything about her home. Not only the bad things of the war and her parents deaths, but the good things and the happy things.

Few Action/Romance Plots

I like the idea of Rich kids.
I'd be interested in doing that with you if you'd like.
PM me, I have an additional idea to add to it if you'd like to hear me out.