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✉ Player Info
Name: Gee
Player Journal: sculpt
Contact: miscreates @ aim/plurk
Other characters already at University: n/a!
✉ Character Info
Name: The Eleventh Doctor
Canon: Doctor Who
Age: 24
Year: Senior (fifth year)
History: Born on Gallifrey via loom (check this shit out for details), the Doctor was then promptly snatched up to our dear Auniverse and placed into the care system. He lived a fairly normal English childhood, save for the fact that he came closely connected with a certain penchant for heroics, adventure and exploration. Meaning that by the time he hit 10, he’d actually already managed to die about 6 times. Handy thing being that every time he did, instead of actually dying he just regenerated and popped up as a new boy with a new face and a new array of quirks for his poor parents to deal with. Which, generally, they didn’t. Having your foster son die and come back as a new person is a bit much for anyone to deal with, so with each death came a new boy in a care home somewhere different and a new set of foster parents – which actually suited him fine. Settling didn’t feel comfortable back then, getting to see a bit of the world (even if it was only bits of one nation) worked out perfectly.
By the time he reached 18 he’d made his way through ten bodies and was settled comfortably into his eleventh as he was let out into the world. He decided to travel, properly this time, and set out across the ocean to do some real exploring. A couple of years later he found himself in America and craving knowledge, and stumbled upon a school with a particularly interesting curriculum. So, deciding settling for a while couldn’t be so bad if his head could bounce around between knowing this ans knowing that, he signed up, sent in an application and the rest is four years of history. And physics. And art. And xenostudies. And a good handful of languages. And still no major.
Whoops.
Personality:
“Hey there! How’s things? None of my business? Great! How about tea. Do you like tea? I like tea. Scones, too! Cream first, then the jam, the other way around loses all the sweetness-- hey, I know, we should get tea!”
“I’ve made a mistake.”
+ talking about space 24/7 + never finishing his major because he’s too distracted by nine million other classes + getting all up in everyone’s business + being suspected of being permanently high + never shutting up on plurk + modelling on the side half because he needs the money half because it’s a great outlet for being hopelessly vain without needing to be obnoxious about it + texting anyone who’s spoken to him at least once a hundred times a day to talk about socks and painting + doing the Mind Ready Thing as a party trick + helping people studying languages + mouthbreathing on anyone sciency + mouthbreahing on everyone else too + buying stupid bow tie shirts&accesories for when he can’t be bothered to wear an actual shirt to wear a bow tie with + inviting new acquaintances for coffee + ew no I don’t like coffee coffee’s rubbish are you trying to poison me??????
Abilities:
Major/Minor: Art major!! Supposedly.
Club(s): to be updated
Network sample: Evening all! Just a heads up that I’ll be running by the observatory tonight to do a bit of star-gazing, so— wait. Hang on, wait. Do we have an observatory? We do, don’t we? Surely. I’m sure we must do somewhere. Anyone got any ideas? I thought I stopped by last week, but maybe that was a dream…?
Anyway, if I can find it, I’m going to the observatory later to get a close up on a couple I spotted last night. Couple of stars I mean – won’t say a word about that pair over in (????) dorm that didn’t bother to shut their curtains last night. Chances are you know who you are – if you didn’t, you probably do now. If anyone fancies joining me, feel free! The more the merrier.
Also, I’m bringing fish fingers, so there’s some incentive. Custard-bringers especially welcome. Custard bringers will get the extra bits of fish finger if there are an odd number of us or an odd number of fish fingers and we have to make some tough decisions, so keep that in mind. See you later, star lovers! Fish finger-lovers too, but please do at least try to pretend to be interested in the starscape.
Entrance Essay:
Dear reader,
I tried to write an essay, but after it accidentally transfigured itself into a 40000 word sweeping thesis on the concept of genuine creation through the act of physicalizing imagination, I thought I might write you a letter instead. And then I thought, “but what should I write in that letter? What do people usually write in letters? Should I tell them how my day’s been? Is that a bit too informal for a letter of essay replacement? Should I thank them very sweetly for offering me such a lovely opportunity and promise paintings in return for entry? Is that considered bribery? Perhaps I should leave that part out.” So this is me, leaving that part out.
I’m very excited. For everything. When I say everything, I mean everything. Please kindly let me into your school. I’ll be a jewel in your pocket, I can promise you that.
Not that I’m vain. I just happen to be incredibly good at more or less anything I dip my fingers into. Which means I’ll be great for your score tables if Americans have that sort of thing I’m not really sure, but if you do I’ll be great. Thanks again for a brilliant college! I look forward to being considered, and if accepted to making your lovely establishment shiiiiine like the top of the Chrysler building (Annie reference, love that one).
Thanking you,
John Smith
P.S please excuse the ketchup stain. I don’t even like ketchup. I don’t know how it got there. I tried to lick it off but it just made things worse. Tear around it if it bothers you too much.
P.P.S I decided to attach my essay anyway. Good luck, have fun.
Additional Notes: sorry
Name: Gee
Player Journal: sculpt
Contact: miscreates @ aim/plurk
Other characters already at University: n/a!
✉ Character Info
Name: The Eleventh Doctor
Canon: Doctor Who
Age: 24
Year: Senior (fifth year)
History: Born on Gallifrey via loom (check this shit out for details), the Doctor was then promptly snatched up to our dear Auniverse and placed into the care system. He lived a fairly normal English childhood, save for the fact that he came closely connected with a certain penchant for heroics, adventure and exploration. Meaning that by the time he hit 10, he’d actually already managed to die about 6 times. Handy thing being that every time he did, instead of actually dying he just regenerated and popped up as a new boy with a new face and a new array of quirks for his poor parents to deal with. Which, generally, they didn’t. Having your foster son die and come back as a new person is a bit much for anyone to deal with, so with each death came a new boy in a care home somewhere different and a new set of foster parents – which actually suited him fine. Settling didn’t feel comfortable back then, getting to see a bit of the world (even if it was only bits of one nation) worked out perfectly.
By the time he reached 18 he’d made his way through ten bodies and was settled comfortably into his eleventh as he was let out into the world. He decided to travel, properly this time, and set out across the ocean to do some real exploring. A couple of years later he found himself in America and craving knowledge, and stumbled upon a school with a particularly interesting curriculum. So, deciding settling for a while couldn’t be so bad if his head could bounce around between knowing this ans knowing that, he signed up, sent in an application and the rest is four years of history. And physics. And art. And xenostudies. And a good handful of languages. And still no major.
Whoops.
Personality:
“Hey there! How’s things? None of my business? Great! How about tea. Do you like tea? I like tea. Scones, too! Cream first, then the jam, the other way around loses all the sweetness-- hey, I know, we should get tea!”
“I’ve made a mistake.”
+ talking about space 24/7 + never finishing his major because he’s too distracted by nine million other classes + getting all up in everyone’s business + being suspected of being permanently high + never shutting up on plurk + modelling on the side half because he needs the money half because it’s a great outlet for being hopelessly vain without needing to be obnoxious about it + texting anyone who’s spoken to him at least once a hundred times a day to talk about socks and painting + doing the Mind Ready Thing as a party trick + helping people studying languages + mouthbreathing on anyone sciency + mouthbreahing on everyone else too + buying stupid bow tie shirts&accesories for when he can’t be bothered to wear an actual shirt to wear a bow tie with + inviting new acquaintances for coffee + ew no I don’t like coffee coffee’s rubbish are you trying to poison me??????
Abilities:
Canon: To spare you guys actually having to read it, his ability section is fully written out on his app over here Basically, it amounts to he’s a superintelligent spaceman with a different biology who regenerates when he’s killed, can use regenerative energy to heal wounds, has two hearts, has weird mental powers???
AU'd: Still biologically the same! Incredibly intelligent, ~mind powers~ he doesn’t really know the extent of, photographic memory, a head that works in a weird spaceman-y way, etc etc etC. nothing game-breaking or at risk of challenging our alien overlords.
Major/Minor: Art major!! Supposedly.
Club(s): to be updated
Network sample: Evening all! Just a heads up that I’ll be running by the observatory tonight to do a bit of star-gazing, so— wait. Hang on, wait. Do we have an observatory? We do, don’t we? Surely. I’m sure we must do somewhere. Anyone got any ideas? I thought I stopped by last week, but maybe that was a dream…?
Anyway, if I can find it, I’m going to the observatory later to get a close up on a couple I spotted last night. Couple of stars I mean – won’t say a word about that pair over in (????) dorm that didn’t bother to shut their curtains last night. Chances are you know who you are – if you didn’t, you probably do now. If anyone fancies joining me, feel free! The more the merrier.
Also, I’m bringing fish fingers, so there’s some incentive. Custard-bringers especially welcome. Custard bringers will get the extra bits of fish finger if there are an odd number of us or an odd number of fish fingers and we have to make some tough decisions, so keep that in mind. See you later, star lovers! Fish finger-lovers too, but please do at least try to pretend to be interested in the starscape.
Entrance Essay:
Dear reader,
I tried to write an essay, but after it accidentally transfigured itself into a 40000 word sweeping thesis on the concept of genuine creation through the act of physicalizing imagination, I thought I might write you a letter instead. And then I thought, “but what should I write in that letter? What do people usually write in letters? Should I tell them how my day’s been? Is that a bit too informal for a letter of essay replacement? Should I thank them very sweetly for offering me such a lovely opportunity and promise paintings in return for entry? Is that considered bribery? Perhaps I should leave that part out.” So this is me, leaving that part out.
I’m very excited. For everything. When I say everything, I mean everything. Please kindly let me into your school. I’ll be a jewel in your pocket, I can promise you that.
Not that I’m vain. I just happen to be incredibly good at more or less anything I dip my fingers into. Which means I’ll be great for your score tables if Americans have that sort of thing I’m not really sure, but if you do I’ll be great. Thanks again for a brilliant college! I look forward to being considered, and if accepted to making your lovely establishment shiiiiine like the top of the Chrysler building (Annie reference, love that one).
Thanking you,
John Smith
P.S please excuse the ketchup stain. I don’t even like ketchup. I don’t know how it got there. I tried to lick it off but it just made things worse. Tear around it if it bothers you too much.
P.P.S I decided to attach my essay anyway. Good luck, have fun.
Additional Notes: sorry