Post by Alice Carter on Jul 21, 2011 4:40:00 GMT 10
Character Sheet - Canon Characters
Player's Name: Xtricks
Player's Email/AIM/MSN: xtricksx@gmail.com (no IM etc)
Player's Age: 30’s
Roleplaying/Writing Experience: Extensive history as a fanfic writer for several fandoms, including Torchwood. Ran a Torchwood game for 3 years, as Jack Harkness.
Country + Timezone: UA Pacific Time GM-8
How did you hear about us?: Followed and add from RPG-D
How often can you get online?: Every couple of days
Character Name: Alice Carter
Character Gender: female
Character Age/Birth date: 8/5/1975
Character's Nicknames [if applicable]: Melissa Morretti, Alice Stangster
Nationality/Heritage/Species: Human (ish – Jack is her father, after all)
Occupation: Security Consultant
Sexuality: Bi, enthusiastically so.
Personality: Though it rarely shows on the surface, Alice is a wary – almost paranoid – person. Having Jack Harkness as your father will do that. She’s a fiercely devoted mother and stubborn when she wants something. She’s friendly enough, even cheerful sometimes, maintains good work relationships and is careful not to burn unnecessary bridges (never know when you might need a favor) but doesn’t trust easily. Highly sexed (thanks 51st Century heritage!), she keeps her relationships casual and brief; though she was married to Steven’s father. Alice is considered very likable and attractive – she seems to have inherited a bit of her father’s ‘appeal’. She has an unfortunate tendency to blame her problems on her father – something that she sadly inherited from her mother who came to dislike Jack in her last years. While Alice is wary of her father, mostly due to the contagious dangers of his job, the two do have an affectionate, if somewhat uncertain, relationship.
Personal History: Alice Carter was born Melissa Moretti, the daughter of Jack Harkness and Lucia Moretti. Lucia, fearing Torchwood’s tendency to kill or damage anyone who associates with it, changed her name and her daughter’s and left Cardiff. The pair did remain in sporadic contact with Jack (Alice has several of her childhood birthday gifts from Jack hidden away) and traveled fairly extensively. Lucia (and Jack) also taught Alice the skills they felt she would need to survive in a world much more dangerous than most people believed. Alice can use quite a few weapons, and there’s a reason she’s a ‘security consultant’ – she has an extensive skill set around evasion, survival, electronic breaking and entering and the sorts of things that her parent’s thought ‘useful’. Their definition of use didn’t much include a traditionally stable life, or much dependency on outside organizations for help. Alice didn’t have a lot of friends as a child and was sometimes lonely. On the other hand, she saw and did things that most people never do in a lifetime. She and her mother were very close and of all the good things her mother did for her, her easy acceptance of Alice’s burgeoning sexuality was one of them – Lucia’s problems with Jack never centered around his flirtatious nature, or his omnisexual desires.
Most of Alice’s childhood travels were in Europe, she spent several years with her mother’s relatives in Italy, her high school years in Brittany and returned to England as an adult. She married Dan Carter, a quite, stable man, who seemed the antithesis of her father, and the two had a son; Steven. Alice discovered that she didn’t like quite and stability as much as she’d imagined and the two divorced a couple of three years ago and she moved, with some trepidation, back to Cardiff. Since then, Jack has visited her occasionally, developing a relationship with his grandson (who Alice insists be told Jack is her brother, not her father) of the sort where he gives gifts on birthdays and shows up to be exciting and spoil Steven.
Scenario #1: Alice bit back a yelp and kicked away from the table, hot coffee soaking her trousers and scrambled out of her seat to avoid the rest of the mess spilling off the edge of her table.
“Oh, mygod, I’m so sorry!” The woman – really, hardly more than a girl, was babbling apologies as she tried to mop up Alice’s pants with a handful of stolen napkins. “I can’t believe I’m so clumsy! Everything’s ruined, I’m sooo sorry. You’re not burned are you? Are you burned?” She looked about ready to cry, blotting ineffectually at Alice as the glittering bangles on her wrists jangled noisily. Alice pegged her as a Uni student, skipping classes, and her accent was broad Geordie – Cardiff was probably a big step up from the armpit of Northern England.
“It’s okay. Hey --!” Alice shied away from her hands, grabbing the napkins herself, though there wasn’t a real point. She was going to have to go home and change and probably bin these trousers. “I’m fine. I’m not burned.” And not going to sue, she thought to herself at the rather anxious look in the girls eyes.
“Why don’t you go ask the barista to get a mop out here,” she said kindly, hoping to get rid of the girl and her waving hands. The girl darted off, nodding frantically.
Alice was more worried about her laptop and her work than her clothes. She’d picked this out of the way coffee spot for it’s free Wi-Fi and was in the middle of updating a few of her back-up plans. Losing contact with the National ID back-door in the middle of renewing her and Steven’s false IDs would probably completely corrupt those identities. When she checked, thankfully, everything was stable where she’d left it and Alice backed out of the system as quickly as she could, hoping that no one had noticed the government seals all over the web page she’d been working on. That would be awkward to explain.
By the time the girl returned, Alice was gone.
Scenario #2: “Seriously?” Alice stared flat-footed at the man who’d accosted her in Tesco’s of all places, claiming to know something important – something that Torchwood had to know. “Why are you bothering me and what the heck is this – what, Torchwood – thing you’re going on about?”
Alice’s gaze flicked to the aisles of cold cereal and up to where the shop’s cameras were watching them. Most of the time, she wasn’t fond of the constant surveillance but this time, it might come in handy.
“Torchwood – “ the stranger leaned closer and Alice tensed, trying to look clueless at the same time. “You know it. I know you do and you can help me – and help them. Miss … Melissa.”
He had a wild-look, blonde and short, wearing a black hoodie and dirty sneakers. He’d been eating non-stop, snagging ‘free samples’ and raw vegetables from the racks as he followed her. He was vaguely familiar the way politicians and movies stars were when you met them in real life instead of on the big screen.
Alice crossed her arms, scowling nervously. “You’re bothering me,” she raised her voice, letting some of the fear she was feeling bleed through. A few heads turned, down near the meat section. “I don’t know what you’re talking about … the only Torchwood I’ve ever heard of is the Scottish museum and we’re in Cardiff. You know that, yeah? Do you know where you are?”
She was quite willing to apply the crazy card to whoever this was and get him hauled off to jail. Whoever this was smelled strange; electric and rank both. “Don’t touch me!” she yelped, though he hadn’t. That had the desired effect as a couple of nicely hefty men headed over. There was nothing like a woman in distress to get strangers to help. “Get away from me!”
The man grinned at her, all sharp teeth and knowing, pale eyes. “Oh, well played, my dear!” He crowed. “Clever girl! Much smarter than your father, you know.” He leaned closer and Alice stepped back, heart hammering in her chest. This man knew. He knew too much. “Pretty but not the brightest egg in the nest. Mmmm – eggs. Eggs!”
“Times are a’changing, Missy,” the stranger shook himself away from his bug-eyed fascination with the eggs in the cooler. “And pooor Torchwood is going to be right there --“
Alice’s defenders rushed up then, grabbing the man by his skinny arms and hauling him back from where he’ cornered Alice in the produce section. He didn’t struggle, throwing his head back and laughing like a madman instead. “You’ll all be right there,” he craned his neck back to stare at her. “And your sweet little boy too! Such a pity.”
“What?” Alice chased after the little group as the madman was hauled out of the shop. “What about Steven. What do you mean?”
But outside and shoved away from the doors while one of the check-out girls called for police, the man only shrilled out another crazy laugh and pelted down the street, dodging traffic with wild abandon to a chorus of honking horns.
“Ohh, it’s the 21st Century and it’s alll gonna change!”
I don't expect scenario 2 to be 'in game'. I was just having a little fun with crazy!Master
Player's Name: Xtricks
Player's Email/AIM/MSN: xtricksx@gmail.com (no IM etc)
Player's Age: 30’s
Roleplaying/Writing Experience: Extensive history as a fanfic writer for several fandoms, including Torchwood. Ran a Torchwood game for 3 years, as Jack Harkness.
Country + Timezone: UA Pacific Time GM-8
How did you hear about us?: Followed and add from RPG-D
How often can you get online?: Every couple of days
Character Name: Alice Carter
Character Gender: female
Character Age/Birth date: 8/5/1975
Character's Nicknames [if applicable]: Melissa Morretti, Alice Stangster
Nationality/Heritage/Species: Human (ish – Jack is her father, after all)
Occupation: Security Consultant
Sexuality: Bi, enthusiastically so.
Personality: Though it rarely shows on the surface, Alice is a wary – almost paranoid – person. Having Jack Harkness as your father will do that. She’s a fiercely devoted mother and stubborn when she wants something. She’s friendly enough, even cheerful sometimes, maintains good work relationships and is careful not to burn unnecessary bridges (never know when you might need a favor) but doesn’t trust easily. Highly sexed (thanks 51st Century heritage!), she keeps her relationships casual and brief; though she was married to Steven’s father. Alice is considered very likable and attractive – she seems to have inherited a bit of her father’s ‘appeal’. She has an unfortunate tendency to blame her problems on her father – something that she sadly inherited from her mother who came to dislike Jack in her last years. While Alice is wary of her father, mostly due to the contagious dangers of his job, the two do have an affectionate, if somewhat uncertain, relationship.
Personal History: Alice Carter was born Melissa Moretti, the daughter of Jack Harkness and Lucia Moretti. Lucia, fearing Torchwood’s tendency to kill or damage anyone who associates with it, changed her name and her daughter’s and left Cardiff. The pair did remain in sporadic contact with Jack (Alice has several of her childhood birthday gifts from Jack hidden away) and traveled fairly extensively. Lucia (and Jack) also taught Alice the skills they felt she would need to survive in a world much more dangerous than most people believed. Alice can use quite a few weapons, and there’s a reason she’s a ‘security consultant’ – she has an extensive skill set around evasion, survival, electronic breaking and entering and the sorts of things that her parent’s thought ‘useful’. Their definition of use didn’t much include a traditionally stable life, or much dependency on outside organizations for help. Alice didn’t have a lot of friends as a child and was sometimes lonely. On the other hand, she saw and did things that most people never do in a lifetime. She and her mother were very close and of all the good things her mother did for her, her easy acceptance of Alice’s burgeoning sexuality was one of them – Lucia’s problems with Jack never centered around his flirtatious nature, or his omnisexual desires.
Most of Alice’s childhood travels were in Europe, she spent several years with her mother’s relatives in Italy, her high school years in Brittany and returned to England as an adult. She married Dan Carter, a quite, stable man, who seemed the antithesis of her father, and the two had a son; Steven. Alice discovered that she didn’t like quite and stability as much as she’d imagined and the two divorced a couple of three years ago and she moved, with some trepidation, back to Cardiff. Since then, Jack has visited her occasionally, developing a relationship with his grandson (who Alice insists be told Jack is her brother, not her father) of the sort where he gives gifts on birthdays and shows up to be exciting and spoil Steven.
Scenario #1: Alice bit back a yelp and kicked away from the table, hot coffee soaking her trousers and scrambled out of her seat to avoid the rest of the mess spilling off the edge of her table.
“Oh, mygod, I’m so sorry!” The woman – really, hardly more than a girl, was babbling apologies as she tried to mop up Alice’s pants with a handful of stolen napkins. “I can’t believe I’m so clumsy! Everything’s ruined, I’m sooo sorry. You’re not burned are you? Are you burned?” She looked about ready to cry, blotting ineffectually at Alice as the glittering bangles on her wrists jangled noisily. Alice pegged her as a Uni student, skipping classes, and her accent was broad Geordie – Cardiff was probably a big step up from the armpit of Northern England.
“It’s okay. Hey --!” Alice shied away from her hands, grabbing the napkins herself, though there wasn’t a real point. She was going to have to go home and change and probably bin these trousers. “I’m fine. I’m not burned.” And not going to sue, she thought to herself at the rather anxious look in the girls eyes.
“Why don’t you go ask the barista to get a mop out here,” she said kindly, hoping to get rid of the girl and her waving hands. The girl darted off, nodding frantically.
Alice was more worried about her laptop and her work than her clothes. She’d picked this out of the way coffee spot for it’s free Wi-Fi and was in the middle of updating a few of her back-up plans. Losing contact with the National ID back-door in the middle of renewing her and Steven’s false IDs would probably completely corrupt those identities. When she checked, thankfully, everything was stable where she’d left it and Alice backed out of the system as quickly as she could, hoping that no one had noticed the government seals all over the web page she’d been working on. That would be awkward to explain.
By the time the girl returned, Alice was gone.
Scenario #2: “Seriously?” Alice stared flat-footed at the man who’d accosted her in Tesco’s of all places, claiming to know something important – something that Torchwood had to know. “Why are you bothering me and what the heck is this – what, Torchwood – thing you’re going on about?”
Alice’s gaze flicked to the aisles of cold cereal and up to where the shop’s cameras were watching them. Most of the time, she wasn’t fond of the constant surveillance but this time, it might come in handy.
“Torchwood – “ the stranger leaned closer and Alice tensed, trying to look clueless at the same time. “You know it. I know you do and you can help me – and help them. Miss … Melissa.”
He had a wild-look, blonde and short, wearing a black hoodie and dirty sneakers. He’d been eating non-stop, snagging ‘free samples’ and raw vegetables from the racks as he followed her. He was vaguely familiar the way politicians and movies stars were when you met them in real life instead of on the big screen.
Alice crossed her arms, scowling nervously. “You’re bothering me,” she raised her voice, letting some of the fear she was feeling bleed through. A few heads turned, down near the meat section. “I don’t know what you’re talking about … the only Torchwood I’ve ever heard of is the Scottish museum and we’re in Cardiff. You know that, yeah? Do you know where you are?”
She was quite willing to apply the crazy card to whoever this was and get him hauled off to jail. Whoever this was smelled strange; electric and rank both. “Don’t touch me!” she yelped, though he hadn’t. That had the desired effect as a couple of nicely hefty men headed over. There was nothing like a woman in distress to get strangers to help. “Get away from me!”
The man grinned at her, all sharp teeth and knowing, pale eyes. “Oh, well played, my dear!” He crowed. “Clever girl! Much smarter than your father, you know.” He leaned closer and Alice stepped back, heart hammering in her chest. This man knew. He knew too much. “Pretty but not the brightest egg in the nest. Mmmm – eggs. Eggs!”
“Times are a’changing, Missy,” the stranger shook himself away from his bug-eyed fascination with the eggs in the cooler. “And pooor Torchwood is going to be right there --“
Alice’s defenders rushed up then, grabbing the man by his skinny arms and hauling him back from where he’ cornered Alice in the produce section. He didn’t struggle, throwing his head back and laughing like a madman instead. “You’ll all be right there,” he craned his neck back to stare at her. “And your sweet little boy too! Such a pity.”
“What?” Alice chased after the little group as the madman was hauled out of the shop. “What about Steven. What do you mean?”
But outside and shoved away from the doors while one of the check-out girls called for police, the man only shrilled out another crazy laugh and pelted down the street, dodging traffic with wild abandon to a chorus of honking horns.
“Ohh, it’s the 21st Century and it’s alll gonna change!”
I don't expect scenario 2 to be 'in game'. I was just having a little fun with crazy!Master
