Blu the TimeDiS

Guest

Character Name : Blu
Species : Half type 40 TaRDiS, Half (sassy) Timelord
Age : Somewhere around 1000? 1500? Maybe even 2000?
Gender : Female
Height : 5 ft 6 in
Figure : Hourglass (think time)
Eyes : TaRDiS blue
Hair : Brown. Or blonde. But... still not ginger.
Other : She wears a TaRDiS blue dress with comfortable high heels(same color) and a purse with many things inside. She has a small gold hourglass charm on a chain necklace.
Personality : She is funny with a side of sass and silly for desert. She gets tenses mixed up easily. She can time travel with ease. She is attracted to mirrors.
Family : The Doctor's TaRDiS (sister)
Likes/dislikes: Other TaRDiSes and Timelords, sweet things (candy, cake, cookies, etc) / Villains, water
Strengths/weaknesses: Fast, powerful / bad sense of time, water makes powers useless
Dream : To travel everywhere in time and space saving people from villains and seeing amazing things. No one has to say "Thank you" to her.
History : She was a normal TaRDiS until her The Poet, her Timelord friend, touched her heart. Because of this, she had a metacrisis and was half Timelord half TaRDiS but she had amnesia so she didn't remember until she was struck by lightning, put in a hospital, and told she had two hearts. She didn't know how to control her powers and ended up in London.
Other : She has the powers of traveling through time in space, regeneration, living very long, and all other TaRDiS/Timelord powers.
RP : Blu looked at the alarm clock yelling at her. She slapped it and started getting ready for work. She noticed it was thundering outside. The one day she needed a car... She started walking on the stone path on her way to torchwood. She heard that soon it would fall. Many people had been leaving and dying and going away. She hoped torchwood wouldn't fall. After the battle of canary wharf, she considered leaving right then. But where else could she go? Certainly not UNIT. Or a shop or a boring place. She had been walking for a while now. She stopped to rest on her special resting tree. She always stopped there. She felt a shock at her fingertips. Like when you touch metal after rubbing your socks on carpet. But this was stronger. It spread throughout her body. A tiny but so large moment of pain. She fell from the tree, her ginger hair throughout the grass. She didn't remember what happened next.