Scott Keaton

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My name is Scott James Keaton. Most people just call me Scott.

I am forty-eight years young. My birthday is the seventeenth of January, usually.

So far, I am all human and all male. I would like that to change in the future. The human bit, that is. I don't mind staying a dude.


Life
I currently work as a local television celebrity and a part-time Torchwood Australia member. The main Torchwood Australia base is in Melbourne and I live in Queensland, so I only assist in Queensland missions. If the team needs something done fast, then they call me!

As mentioned previously, I live in Queensland, soaking up the sun and the babes. My house isn't exactly a house. It's a seaside cottage. I spend most of my time away from home, working and partying and being wonderful.


Appearance
I'm not going to be modest. I'm sleek and I'm handsome. Heck, I'm awesome. My eyes are bright and blue, my face is fresh and my smile is genuine. You can't get any better than me.

Well, I guess you can. I really have begun to age. Lately my hair has gone grayer, my "wrinkles" are becoming more obvious and my overall health has diminished. I've put on a few pounds, but I still work out regularly, so I'm not going anywhere.

You can usually find me in suits, but I'm not afraid of getting casual.

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Personality
As you can guess, I'm quite the party animal. This persona has earned me quite a few fans. I'm the master of the local night life and equally well known for my cocky, can-do attitude. Everything's possible when you're as brilliant as me.

Sometimes, on the odd occasion, I'll tune it down a bit and reveal everything underneath my enthusiastic exterior. These moments rarely happen, but when they do, I come across as a depressed teenage boy. Whiny, dark humored, mopey. Only one person can bring me out of this spells.


History
I was born in Scotland and raised by a band of hippies. They shipped me off after I impregnated two of my father's lady friends. I was only sixteen.

Anyway, I lived in Australia after that, picking apples and oranges. Life was good for quite a while - I had plenty of money and freedom, I was getting plenty of acting jobs, I had friends. Then it crumbled.

I was picking bananas one day when this robot dude came up to me. I had no idea what sort of joke it was, so I kicked him in the 'nards. Hurt my foot. The robot dude was all angry and pointed a gun thing at me. It became all blurry after that, but I think I got knocked out. I woke up to two randoms bending over me and a pile of scrap metal beside them.

Shortly after that, I was inducted into Torchwood Australia. I only work when they need me, because a few months after the robot dude situation, I was offered a role on a television show as a giant carrot. (Can you believe I did that job for five years? Ack!)

Twenty more years off and on and I finally found my way onto my own talk show. Mostly I interview other local celebrities. It's a cool job. I dance a lot. I'm usually drunk though, but shh! People love me when I'm wasted.

Roughly four years ago, I met with the entire Torchwood team. I had only met a few of the Queensland associates before. This little lady, Gylfie, was immediately a great friend. I guess she'd never had a father and she saw me as that figure. Anyway, she walked in on me one day when I was having a bad spell. Managed to talk me out of it. I don't know how, but she has some freaky thing going on with detecting other people's moods.

So far, she's the only person who can talk me out of my depression.


Notes:
Scott can be roleplayed through either Doctor Who or Torchwood. Perhaps he's a companion at some stage, I don't care.

He and Gylfie know each other. Quite well, in fact. Gylfie will willingly put up with his crude behavior, because she's the only person Scott will tell his feelings to.[/center][/blockquote]