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PostSubject: Rhydian Martis   Fri Oct 21, 2016 1:09 am

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Name: Rhydian Martis.

Species: Human.

Age:  Fourteen.

Gender: Male.

Occupation: None yet, as he is still (technically) learning in the
education department, unofficially a space-time traveller, adopting the role of a ‘time agent’.

Status: Currently a student attending Conovare Secondary College, Western Australia. Financially balanced, family has a stable income and well over the poverty line.

Hair: Jet black, glimmers slightly brown when under a light source, unkempt and medium-cut.

Eyes: Light Brown/Hazel.

Height: 179cm (5'6'').

Figure: Average body width-to-height ratio, no real visible muscle
build but not skinny nor overweight.

Clothing: A generic T-shirt of any monochrome colour ranging from black, blue, red, and grey, and a male's double-breasted black denim jacket with white lining on each of the creases (For example, around the edges of the seams where the jacket joins up on the sides of the arms. Can also wear a plain Kahki jacket with pockets on the inside (yay) and four buttons down the middle. Either wears black tracksuit pants or black drainpipe trousers/jeans with regular runners/sneakers.


::Info::
Family: James Martis (Father, deceased), Ava Martis (Mother, alive).

Personality: Rhydian is a very cool, calculating person who shows
little stress. Not necessarily 'cold and calculating', but 'cool and
calculating', as he does show compassion and sympathy when
appropriate. He just has a little trouble conveying his emotions to
other people, and this has lead to assumptions about him and relating
him to sociopathy of some sort.

Rhydian seems to always have a sensible aspect to everything he does. He's not quite 'this needs to be done like this, and perfectly', but
it's certainly not charismatic either. He has an important feel to
him, as if he's always got something to do, and something that needs
to be done ASAP. If he is presented with a task, then he'll complete
it with little-to-no distractions, yet not obsess over it like someone
who has a disorder.

Rhydian never visibly shows his emotional state, which has concerned
some of his family and friends to a degree. He does have regular
emotions and feels them all too well, sure. He has just got a knack of
hiding them, and hiding them with true skill. So you know when something makes Rhydian snap, he's emotionally compromised to the extent that he may not be able to think properly.

Rhydian has an off-beat vibe in speech as just being there. By
off-beat, I mean he has a disconcerting presence whenever he joins
conversation. Something you can't put your finger on, but you know
whatever feeling that was in the room previously was gone. Whether it
was replaced with something good or bad, or removed entirely, you just know it's gone. Rhydian doesn't do it on purpose, and doesn't notice it 90% of the time.

He is more than happy to protect the innocent and do justice to
whatever situation he happens to be in. He'd be more than willing to sacrifice his life for the sake of others, as well.

He always had a really good irk for adventure and exploration, and then again, everyone in the town of Conovare did. Sometimes his love of the thrill adventure proposed to him got him into trouble. Actually, most of the time it did. If there was one thing he would retain out of all his strengths, it would be his independence and the ability to rely on himself and his trusty devices for extended periods of time.

Strengths: Can conceal his emotions when necessary, has a knack for
building things out of seemingly useless and/or unrelated objects, has
some objects of high technology.

Weakness: Can't express emotion well (when the time calls), regularly fight aliens of a higher strength/knowledge calibre compared to humans, so has a physical disadvantage, slight knowledge disadvantage depending on the location/time period he is in.

Likes: Building and tinkering with objects whenever he can, pizza
(generic, I know, but it's generic because a lot of people like it),
engineering challenges which are time consuming.

Dislikes: Pretentiousness in anyone, constant bickering, disruption of concentration (seriously, that can get on his nerves).

Dream: Rhydian dreams of taking the role his father took, yet at such a young age, he still strives to complete what his father never got to.

History:

Rhydian was born on the third of September, 1999, in a rural town called Conovare, slap-bang in the middle of the heated deserts of Western Australia. Conovare was as small as towns went, with a population of a little under three thousand people, just enough to sustain the foundations of the community. Rhydian was, up until age seven, an innocent child that didn’t know the meaning of struggle or torment.

That all changed when he was hit with an emotional and mental shockwave that would stick with him for the rest of his life. When he was just seven years old, his father died - a murder, in their own home town, with seemingly no hope of catching the culprit. This was the epicenter of his phase of emotional recoil. In time, he started to shield himself from reality and in doing so hid his emotions under a veil of apathy and unresponsiveness, concealing them from everyone he knew. It felt like the instinctual thing for him to do. Years of isolating himself on his own accord had shaped him into something else, something where if his father hadn't died, he may have turned out to be someone else. Seclusion became a daily occurrence for years, and his life was terribly bland - he barely showed a lick of emotion, driven by the fact that he was tormented by his father’s untimely death.

When he reached middle school (roughly thirteen), Rhydian had copped his fair share of teasing and abuse from classmates for being 'different', but however never even reacted when verbally abused. His emotions never seemed to bottle up - of course, this was unrealistic. Rhydian was just too hurt and too stubborn to acknowledge the feelings that were meant to be freed.

One afternoon, he received a very mysterious package in the mail which was marked for him. Upon opening it he found a plain silver box under it about the size of two palms. Upon opening it, he found a spanner of some sort, coloured red and blue and white.

Rhydian didn't have time to drop the box before a large electrical crack burst through the room and, apart from some residual chrono-electrical residue, Rhydian had vanished without a trace.

Rhydian had arrived in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar building. When he looked out the window, he was met with one of the most astounding, mind-boggling sights he’d ever see: the outside of an orbital station circling the Earth, five thousand years into the future. How was this possible? Millions of thoughts were racing through his brain, until someone came through the door.

That certain someone was his father.

Rhydian was in denial for a proper moment. All of this dropped on one thirteen year old boy at one time was too much for him. Why was his father here? His father was dead, he saw the newspapers, he remembered what the police said to him, what the therapists said to him, and he knew that there was no going back from being deceased. So how in the world was his father standing in front of him?

In the face of this, Rhydian did the only thing he could: run into his father’s arms and cry his eyes out like he hadn’t since the day his father died.

After Rhydian had calmed down, his father explained that he’d been transported thousands of years into the future - to the 51st Century, to be exact. He also explained that he knew about his own death years before it happened. Rhydian asked how, and his dad explained the nature of time travel.

Rhydian was captured by the prospect. Then, like a gift from above, his father handed him the box with the spanner inside it that was dropped on before and forgotten. He told Rhydian that the spanner was a Multi-Spanner, a vortex manipulator capable of traversing time itself. He said that it was his gift to him, and that he should use it wisely.

This was Rhydian's chance. A chance of one in a million, to fulfil his father's work that was never accomplished. A chance to see the universe in its wonderful splendor. To protect everything he lived for.

Rhydian, since then, has been travelling the universe and doing the job his father'd left behind as an unofficial Time Agent.

HOW DID YOU FIND US?: I was bored, my usual role-play website was
inactive, wanted a little more activity, searched up 'Doctor Who
roleplay' on Google and this was one of the first results. Beautiful website, by the way, you guys have really outdone yourself! How have I not stumbled acrosj

-THE ROLEPLAY BIT-

Rhydian was starting to sweat. His calm emotionless complex was starting to falter. He and the Doctor were standing under two streetlights, on opposite sides of the street. Why would this simple predicament of crossing the street be so stressful for Rhydian?

Mostly because the streetlamps were the only barriers keeping the two from being ruthlessly devoured by the Vashta Nerada, which were currently encircling their safe-havens of their light sources.

And the Doctor's one was flickering, and getting dimmer faster.

And the only thing he had in his backpack were unrelated, frivolous objects (aside from the screwdriver).

This wasn't the time for dilly-dallying. The Doctor's lifespan was shortening the longer he stood here doing nothing. Quickly, he concentrated, trying to shut out the thoughts of impending doom that was lurking faster on both him and the renowned Time Lord.

Luckily, years of restraining his emotions and burying them deep in the corners of his mind paid off, and he proceeded with his plan with haste. Grabbing the sonic screwdriver and the raincoat, he made it clear to the Doctor across the street that he had a plan. And what an amazing plan it was.

Rhydian activated the long silver tube, buzzing in a low-pitched tone. The raincoat slowly heated up and started to melt, molten plastic dripping on the concrete below. The smell was terrible, yet he persisted. Shuffling through his backpack, Rhydian brought out the torch and sealed it to the melted plastic, and blew on it to cool it down, which it did very quickly. He turned the torch on, then motioned to the Doctor.

"Doctor, don't catch this, I'm aiming for the street lamp!" Rhydian exclaimed.

Rhydian swung the raincoat/torch object around his arm, making it gather energy. Once it reached the top speed he could manage it to, Rhydian let it go out of his hand, hoping for the perfect throw and the perfect landing.

There was a period when the raincoat-binded torch swung freely in the air, making its way to its destination, where time seemed to stop. Time sped up again when it hit dead-on the horizontal pole of the streetlamp, the raincoat wrapping around like a lasso. The torch hung from the pole and all the Doctor had to do was tap the torch in the desired direction, which was in front of him, creating a barrier of light across the street.

Rhydian hoped he would make it in time, as his street lamp was starting to falter too.


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PostSubject: Re: Rhydian Martis   Tue Nov 01, 2016 4:59 am

Hey there ! Name's Brax. Welcome to the site Smile

I've read through your app and it's definitely interesting! Though, there is something that hasn't quite been explained, the killing bit you had mentioned, perhaps it's best if you explain that further in his history as it doesn't make sense that a 14 year old would be completely fine with someone's death.

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PostSubject: Re: Rhydian Martis   Tue Nov 01, 2016 6:16 am

Ah, I see. I've taken it out. Now that I look over it, doesn't seem very rational.
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PostSubject: Re: Rhydian Martis   Tue Nov 01, 2016 10:49 am

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PostSubject: Re: Rhydian Martis   Tue Mar 28, 2017 4:19 am

For reference, I have edited this page and (sort of) changed Rhydian's history to make it seem more realistic at least in my eyes. If any of the moderators were to read this, then I hope it gets approved (in whatever way. I dunno if it needs acception or not so I'll leave this message here and 'bump' it to inform).
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PostSubject: Re: Rhydian Martis   Sun Oct 07, 2018 2:27 am

IMPORTANT NOTICE: I'm doing a character rewrite for Rhydian, mostly because I was never happy with his personality and age, and I felt like making a new character would be discarding this one's true potential and wasting a possible future character switch. This can be considered a rework application to be approved, and keep in mind I'm trying to keep Rhydian sticking to the canon that's already happened during his RPs on this site; in other words, what's already happened here still happened in his timeline.

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Character Name: Rhydian Martis

Species: Human.

Age: Seventeen.

Gender: Male.

Occupation: Part-time job at a small music store in Shoreditch, London, UK, 21st Century.

Status: Alive. Attending school at Coal Hill Academy as a sixth form student. Lives with his mother and is financially stable.

APPEARANCE:

Hair: Jet black, glimmers slightly brown when under a light source, unkempt and medium-cut.

Eyes: Electric blue.

Height: 6’0” (183 cm).

Figure: Average for his height. Leaning on the slender side, neither skinny nor overweight however. Has particularly sleek fingers.

Other: None notable. Has a slight Australian accent for living in Australia for the majority of his life, but his recent living in London has caused a little bit of Brit to sneak into his vocab.

Clothing: Most commonly seen wearing a generic grey waistcoat jacket over a hoodie of any monochrome colour ranging from black, grey and white. Underneath he either wears a plain dress shirt or T-shirt, again ranging from any monochrome dark colour. He dons black tight-fitting trousers/jeans and can be seen in either sneakers that are good for running, or ankle-high boots designed to take some wear and tear. Carries around a pair of standard Ray Bans, which he wears on occasion.

INFORMATION:

Family: James Martis (father, deceased), Ava Martis (mother, alive).

Personality: Rhydian’s personality is mostly comprised of outgoing confidence in what he does, and this reflects on every aspect people see of him. His life calls for this type of standoffish bravado in everyday life - and his life is certainly different. He’s daring, quick to act and has the avant-garde energy of a twelve-year-old mixed with an advanced adolescent intellect. There is a certain deal of charisma about him that makes him appealing to crowds and groups of people. Individually, however, is another thing. Occasionally, Rhydian’s demeanour rubs off on people the wrong way and he can get himself into a bit of trouble indulging himself in, well, himself.

Despite what his brash nature gives off, Rhydian also has what it takes to get the job done. He doesn’t act impulsively even though his personality might call for it, and determination is one of his key personality traits. That coupled with his alarming efficiency makes him a fearful force to be in front of. He is never indecisive about what he wants, and especially about what he needs - he knows what to do, how to do it, when and where to do it, and whether doing it will harm your dog (and if it does, he will most likely not do it - he’s a dog person). This, unfortunately, cannot be said for his romantic involvements…

Keep in mind that Rhydian wasn’t always like this. As any troubled child with a troubled past, he has experienced his own fair share with the turmoil of losing a father as a young child and having to deal with being raised in an alien circumstance - of course, this all changed when the universe was presented to him on a silver platter, a platter of which Rhydian took full advantage of. In fact, Rhydian used to be quite antisocial to the point he looked sociopathic; there was a time in his life where he never revealed his true emotions, as he was scared of what would come out if he let himself loose. Luckily, this trait changed for the better to the person he is today.

Contrary to his seemingly extroverted complex, Rhydian rather enjoys keeping to himself more than hanging around in groups. He has a few friends that tolerate him at school (and the rare space-and-time travelling buddy), but other than that he rarely keeps in contact with people he meets for longer than a week.

Strengths:  Determination, efficiency and the ability to keep a cool head under pressure are Rhydian’s most useful and valued strengths - if caught in a particularly tight situation, Rhydian’s psyche is a reliable calculating machine that can use anything in his vicinity to his advantage like a sci-fi MacGyver (his broad but extensive knowledge on alien and future technology is all owed to his experience out in the field of time and space for over four years).

Weakness: Rhydian’s outgoing personality sometimes acts as a repellent to those who aren’t used to him, which can make for some awkward and frustrating situations for him in his social life. Perhaps the largest flaw in his character is his tendency to bite off more than he can chew - he might like to think things through before diving head-first into the shark-infested waters, but his daring nature is hard-wired into his DNA, and sometimes the situation cannot be helped.

Unfortunately, Rhydian is constantly tied down with stress in everyday life. Traversing the universe is pretty difficult to fit in while navigating late high-school years in an advanced class, and having to constantly avoid detection of a suspicious mother is enough pressure on a seventeen year old boy. Sometimes, Rhydian’s emotions get the better of things in heated confrontations; while Rhydian can stroll through an impending spaceship crash like a walk in the park, his ability to talk to the people responsible for sabotaging said spaceship can occasionally end up in feelings of anger, sadness, and anxiety to cause him to make irrational decisions.

Likes: Engineering (aiming to study Mechanical Engineering in his ‘normal’ life). That being said, it’s not a surprise most of Rhydian’s downtime is taken up with him in his room building things out of anything he can find.

Dislikes: Having to turn up to class (the only legitimate reason Rhydian’s so far ahead of his class in certain areas is his experience out in the field, forcing him to deal with mathematics and physics and chemistry on the go), being patronised, French Horns (absolutely horrid instrument).

Dream: The dream in the forefront of Rhydian’s every waking decision is to continue the legacy his father left behind after leaving the Time Agency and living a ‘normal’ life on 21st Century Earth. Ever since Rhydian was told of his father’s true identity and learned of his death, he sought out to fill the void his father left after leaving the Time Agency. While he isn’t a truly registered member of the Agency and rarely interacts with agents throughout history, he does what he can to help people here and there, dealing with temporal threats among other things.

HISTORY:
(NOTICE: Rhydian’s previously written past has happened - this is the history filling what happened during the years that were missed during the age increase in this character, as I want to keep him sticking to the canon that’s already happened.)

After travelling the universe for nearly three years, Rhydian’s view on life began to change. He began to open up to the world with longer and longer exposure to the wonders and fantasies that made up the cosmos. He started to become more social, more extroverted and less afraid to show his emotions. But there was still something holding his true potential back, and even after three years of knowing about his father’s true identity, his death was a fixed point in time - unable to be changed. That was the piece holding Rhydian back, keeping him from letting go and trapping him in the chains of loss and unable to move on.

On one of his adventures, Rhydian discovered an impending mounted attack launched by a Pyrovillian radical terrorist group heading straight for Earth - of course, Rhydian intended to stop it before it even began. Rhydian had accounted for everything the Pyroviles could throw at him, as his long history with the planet and its people meant that Rhydian could be ready for them in every single way.

What he didn’t expect was for his father to be there, on the day of his death.

Rhydian never truly knew how his father had perished when he was a child - he knew it was a murder, but nothing else. Now, the pieces were starting to come together. The Pyroviles were planning to convert the Earth into a suitable habitable planet for them to live on by increasing geothermal activity through the roof, and in turn killing all current life living on it. Rhydian couldn’t do it alone, and the only other available help in range was his father, living on 21st Century Earth as a retired Time Agent.

His father sacrificed himself to stop the weapon. Rhydian didn’t even get to tell him that he was his son before he caused the weapon to self-destruct. His father survived the blast, but was captured and killed by the Pyrovile soldiers that remained. Those soldiers transported back onto their ship and left Earth, and it was safe once again… but at great cost. Rhydian couldn’t save his father, even if the events that caused his death were right in front of him, and that prospect maddened him to the point where he had the chance to blow the Pyrovillian ship to smithereens, and almost thought of actually doing it.

But he didn’t. Rhydian realised that it was time to let go. James Martis’s timestream was fixed into the temporal flow like concrete, and there was nothing he could do about it. Everyone died someday, and Rhydian had the epiphany that he shouldn’t let this hold him down - that wouldn’t be what his father wanted.

So, Rhydian let go like he said he would. And he was finally free. His actions were no longer shaped by the torment that was his father’s death, and now had the shackles that bounded his emotions for so long torn free. One move later, and Rhydian now lived his normal life in London where he attended school at Coal Hill Academy which just so happened to be built on a rift in time and space - how fitting...

He has been travelling the universe for a grand total of four years, sneaking in and out of his regular life to escape to his backyard that was the grander cosmos. And he loved every second of it knowing that his father was proud of what he was doing.

ROLEPLAY SECTION:

“Doctor, the shop’s closed! What did you want to get from here again? Cereal? Doesn’t the TARDIS make cereal for you? If it doesn’t, then what good is it for - apart from travelling across time and space-”

Rhydian’s stomach dropped when he heard the telltale sign of an electrical flickering. Whipping around to the Doctor, who was across the darkened street way too dark to cross, he saw the lamp-post above her flickering inexorably. Well, The Shime of the Lonlay Poot, Rhydian thought; this was the last thing they had wanted to deal with on this planet. Of course the only light sources had to be this shop and that lamp-post, and of course the planet had to be infested with Vashta Nerada. No problem, though - Rhydian would get both of them out of this for a change rather than the other way around.

Looking around, Rhydian couldn’t see any light sources whatsoever. The shop behind him was closed, and the sky above him didn’t have a moon or stars in sight - any night in the year this planet’s atmosphere could choose to be overcast, and it chose this bloody night. Just his luck.

However, he did have that backpack.

“Doctor, just hang tight!” Rhydian gave the Time Lady a message of reassurance which was probably met with some sassy remark knowing her, but Rhydian either way didn’t hear it. Rummaging through the contents of the bag, he found a torch (always useful when dealing with shadows), a few food items which might be useful in luring the Vashta Nerada away, a box of matches, a raincoat and a rubber duck (why would the Doctor be carrying around a rubber duck for, he would never know). Nevertheless, this was all he had to work with.

He first tried to use the sonic screwdriver to amplify the energy output of the lamp to stop it from flickering. The Vashta Nerada, however, had other plans, and stopped the lamp from increasing its wattage output, even with the help of Rhydian’s Multi-Spanner. Seeing that option as futile, he tried shining the light across the dark gap between them to allow for a bridge to form - the Vashta Nerada also shut this down too by rendering the flashlight useless with their swarm numbers, which was unfortunate since that was the last plan he had.

“Ugh, of course we had to get stranded on this planet. Why this planet? Why not Vlaxon IV? That one’s actually got working light sources and a population of nasty air carnivores under one hundred! I would kill for an exterminator right now…”

Although…

Vashta Nerada need to coagulate into one place to be able to shut down a force of light. So, theoretically, if he could get them all into one place…

Rhydian, taking the chicken leg into his hand, threw it across the gap. The Vashta Nerada shredded through it, but Rhydian knew what he was doing - he was luring the swarm away from the shadow in between him and the doctor, and bringing it to him. Turning the flashlight on again, Rhydian knew this was just going to lure the swarm even further toward his own source of light and keep those pesky microbes from shutting off the Doctor’s power to her own light source.

Once he thought all of the Vashta Nerada were in a close enough position, he grabbed the box of matches from the ground and lit one with one hand, and set the match onto all of them in the box, and threw it into the darkness in front of him.

The space in front of him lit up into a blazing burst of ash and sparks, which lasted for no longer than a few seconds but quickly diminished soon after it started. The Doctor’s street lamp stopped flickering.

“Yes! C’mon, Doctor, that wasn’t a permanent solution: they’ll be regrouping soon!” Rhydian urged her to cross the gap.


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PostSubject: Re: Rhydian Martis   Sun Oct 07, 2018 1:33 pm

Hi! Looks good to me, I'd say it's approved. Hope to see you active again!
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