Hello newbie, veteren, or the CIA,
Teeth and Curls here (A. K. A. the Fourth Doctor)! If you're looking to RP with me, my enthusiasm is through the roof! I love to see notifications in my toolbar and love exploring the canonical and non-canonical, and seeing how we can twist new ideas on old stories.
My personal writing style is incredibly descriptive. I love to get every detail tossed in, right down to the scents and sights of a boring office building to the taste of a jelly baby. I am VERY familiar with the expanded universes (including the Star Trek crossover, but we don't do crossovers here at least) and the Big Finish expansions. I am fluent in all of the Doctor's timelines and I write fan-fictions of the various Doctors outside of this site.
If you're looking to RP with me, here are my guidelines:
1. Message me beforehand so we can discuss what's best for you. I'm used to writing for weird and wonky situations and adapting to such.
2. Please don't give me two paragraphs. I can be wordy, but I REALLY like it when you're wordy in return. It gives me something to work off of and I don't feel like I'm manipulating you.
3. I would love it if you could pick a color for your character's dialogue. This way I can see what your character is trying to say and I can reference it immediately. Speaking of which, the color I use for the fourth Doctor is #0066ff (It's a dark blue color).
4. If you have no knowledge of the classic series, NO PROBLEM. It's always fun to introduce a newbie to the world of Classic Who, and it's interesting to see how someone who's never experienced it react to what's going on.
Other than that, I have an open mind to ideas and I'm always willing to try something new.
A night chill had settled in on the Doctor as he stood outside the mystic bookstore which had everything he could ever imagine. He nervously tapped the new edition of "The Time Machine" that was in his pocket, not giving a second thought as to why he didn't put it in the bag he had around his shoulders. He felt around in his other pocket, only to stick his hands directly into his lunch from earlier: chicken and what was left of a salad that had probably spoiled by now.
He glanced nervously across the street at the looming face of his TARDIS. He remembered it had warned him of a vicious creature that lived on this planet, and particularly in this area: The Vashta Nerada. It lives and sulks in shadows, devouring everything in sight. Or in darkness, rather. He knew he had to brace himself, and risk the fight...
He took a deep breath, feeling his scarf swish across his legs, ran across to his TARDIS. He stopped just inches before he got to the door, feeling the terror of the shadows loom on the bridge of his nose. He reached into his pocket an grabbed the salad and chicken, and started waving it about in front of him.
He must of looked like a fool to anyone who was watching this poor man in an ungodly long scarf wave chicken legs and lettuce in front of a police box. But at long last, with the coast supposedly clear, he opened the door of the TARDIS and hopped inside.
He took off his coat and noticed the holes eaten into the back of it. "Too much of a close call for my own good..."