Post by Owen Harper on Jun 27, 2010 14:44:52 GMT -5
FIRST MIDDLE LAST
HEY THERE! my name is GAMA and i'm 21 years old.
i'm a wiminz and i've been roleplaying for too many years.
I'm puppetmaster of no-one here on SIT, but i have my own DW/TW rpg, where I play Owen Harper, The Master and Mickey Smith, and a Being Human rpg.
Enough about me, here's my character. =]
nicknames: King of the Weevils (muhahahaha), Dead Man Walking
age: 27 (he is still 27... wibbly wobbly timey wimey) DOB: 14/02/1980
religion: errr... nah
affiliation: TW3
sexuality: straight (but has been known to 'dabble')
species: human
marital status: single
member title: Dead Man Walking
playby: Burn Gorman
cannon or original: Canon
hometown: London Town XD
current residence: Cardiff
parents: Jeremy and Katherine Harper
siblings: One elder sister - June Marsh (nee Harper)
brief history: Owen was a smart but defiant child. He had a difficult relationship with his mother and never connected with his father. He attended medical school and graduated with outstanding grades, becoming a qualified doctor in his early twenties. He became engaged to Katie Russell, but she fell foul to an alien parasite, leaving Owen confused, alone and hurting. Headhunted by Jack, he joined Torchwood 3 and threw what was left of his heart into the job. He worked hard and partied harder, his social life revolving around one-night-stands and getting drunk in bars. He had an affair with Gwen after a particularly difficult mission, which she ended. When Jack left, he allowed Gwen to lead the team, despite technically being second in command, showing that he recognised that she was a better leader than him. When Jack came back, Owen shrugged and got on with the job, remembering having the conversation with Jack about his 'doctor'.
This character was plucked from time by Captain John before the events of the Pharm.[/size]
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- Beer
- Eating
- Sex
- Showing off
- Biology
- Driving fast
- Adrenaline
- Second reality games
- The team (but don't tell 'em!)
- Hub Basketball
dislikes:
- Early mornings
- Daytime TV
- Being left out
- The Countryside
- Being badgered
- Authority
- Not being able to save someone
- Making coffee
- Tintin
- Rejection
- Captain friggin' John
strengths:
- Being a brilliant doctor
- Confidence
- Wit
- His morals, which although slightly skewed are generally good
- Dedication
- Flirtation skills
- The fact that it seems very difficult to keep him dead lol
- Gun expertise
- Intelligence
- Loyalty
weaknesses:
- Unable to empathise to any great level
- Ego
- Hot-headedness
- Imperceptive when it comes to feelings of others
- Inability to cope with feelings in general
- His timeline is screwed (thanks john!)
- Gets bored/distracted easily
- A pretty face XD
- Memories
- Loves a punch-up... probably too much
secrets: His secret is that he life does actually get to him, he's not as thick-skinned as he'd have you believe. He's also hiding that he's now travelled in time
fears: Rejection, dying, living a boring life.
habits: He tends to hurt people without realising it. Goes against authority. Drinking from the bottle and biting the tops of pens XD
overall personality: Owen's a typical lad. Sarcastic, self-centred, quick witted and quite cruel at times, he acts tough but also takes things hard. He hits either the bottle or the town, if something goes wrong, and attempts to take his mind off things rather than confronting the situation properly. Feelings are his downfall, he's practically useless when communicating and feeling most kinds of emotion. For all his faults, he's a good man. A brilliant doctor with an interesting bedside manner, his knowledge of alien anatomy is almost unrivaled. His dedication to the team and to the cause has never been doubted. He would die for his friends. [/size]
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Owen hated not being in control. It was one of the reasons he'd suffered medical school - so that he could be the one making the life or death decisions. He could actually do something, rather than being one of the idiots that stood in the background and just hoped everything would be alright. He risked his life every goddamn day he came to work, just so he could hold a gun and dish out smart-ass comments. He didn't like being pushed around by Jack, but he wasn't afraid to tell him so. Standing up for himself meant a better chance of getting his way. When he got things right at work, it made him feel important, it made him feel in control. Right now, Owen was not in control. He was helpless, and he didn't like it one bit.
His hand stretched out so much that he felt as though his arm were going to pop out of it's socket. Well, at least he would have done if he hadn't have been a floating specter hovering over the sea of death. God this was weird. He didn't understand all this, but then again, he hadn't understood anything that had happened to him since he joined Torchwood all those years ago. Life just got weirder and weirder, then you die, then apparently you get brought back to life by a hot blonde alien... then she drags you into something that's neither death nor life - just in case you weren't already insane. And Owen was pretty sure he was insane. Otherwise he wouldn't be imagining he was a ghost hovering over some sort of death river. Trouble was, this would be a whole lot easier if he were imagining it. He'd got a horrid feeling that not only was this real, but that Sanguaze was really going to die if he fucked this up.
And what worried him more than anything else was that he didn't know how to help. His fingertips strived for Sanguaze as she bobbed up and down in the raging black waters. No matter how much he gritted his teeth and hoped, there was no way he was going to reach her. She was getting further and further away, as though she were being pulled down to the sea bed by death himself. Owen had met death once before and he knew from experience that it was a right bastard. He didn't want Sanguaze to die. No, it was worse than that - he needed her to stay alive. There was a connection between them, he'd been trying to ignore it, but it was screaming out to him now. If blood was thicker than water, what the hell was between him and the alien that brought him back to life? All he knew was that when he saw her panicking, his mind grew stricken too. The more her head ducked under the water, the more he strained in vain to reach out. Then it happened, she reached towards him and he felt her icy cold hand clasp against his. Relief flooded his body as his eyes found her own, which were a shocking milky white. Shock intertwined with confusion as the two of them were sent spiraling out of death and back onto the floor of the hub.
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His chest heaved as he took his first conscious breath. His lungs felt tight and wheezy, but that wasn't what bothered him the most. What Owen Harper objected to, was having Captain Jack's hands pinching his nose and holding his chin as if he were doing... No, oh god no! Mouth-to-mouth! Flinging his arms around madly, Owen tried to 'politely discourage' Jack from getting anywhere near his lips. "Fuck the hell off!" So polite. Scrambling around, he tried to stand up, but he wasn't co-ordinated enough for that yet, so instead he resolved to just sit up, with his hands on his head like a child that didn't want to hear something. This was just too much to deal with. Hadn't life dealt him enough shit cards already? The mental image of that black river would be enough to haunt him for however long he managed to stay on earth this time. Now, as it became mingled with blurry images of the scene around him, and the noises that blared in his ears, it was all he could do to stay focused. So he just sat there, too dazed to attempt to be of any help to anyone.
A moment later, he found himself being choked as Sanguaze pulled him by the neck of his shirt. He didn't fight, he just couldn't. So instead he showed his surprise merely by widening his eyes and allowing himself to be dragged across the floor. It was strange, but he relaxed a little as she pulled his body next to hers. It was only as his vision cleared and he saw her pointing his glock at Jack, that he gathered enough of his wits together to become concerned. That trip into death had nearly overwhelmed her, she wasn't thinking straight. The tension in her body was obvious, and Owen knew that any move from the Torchwood team would just make it all worse. Closing his eyes, he willed them all to stay still. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, as the scene froze as if someone had simply pressed pause. But then the slightest movement in her body caused him to open his eyes again. Sanguaze had begun to shake, just slightly, in rhythmic sobs. Owen blinked, unsure what to do. He'd always been useless with crying women. So he did nothing. He just sat in her arms and played the role of silent comforter. It was all his mixed-up mind was good for right now anyway.
credits! template by MOLLIVER ! @ Caution 2.0.
lyrics are from "one more time" by the epically awesome daft punk.
