Winston Cornick

[Gylfie Murdoch]

where's the orchestra?

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wasn't this supposed to be a musical?[/font]

Introduction[/font]
You will know me as Winston Cornick.
As of now, I am forty-three years of age, but I appear to be five years old. My birthday falls on the third of March. Every year.

I am male.

I appear to be human, from the planet Earth. However, due to my frozen appearance, I suspect that I am something out of this world.

Appearance[/font]
Despite my ripe age, I'm trapped in the body of a five year old boy.

I stand at roughly three feet tall, a bit on the plump side. I have very little muscle mass, despite exercising quite frequently.

My hair is a mess of brown-blonde and kept short. It sits upon my head and borders my face, which, I must admit, is quite sweet and innocent-looking. My cheeks are always rosy and my eyes are wide and brown. It's very hard to be taken seriously with such a face.

Anyway, most of the time, I can be found in old jumpers and slacks. It's not often that I can find clothes to fit me and when I do, many people ask to help me find my mother. It's rather annoying.

Personality[/font]
I consider myself to be extremely mature. I'm serious and strict, frowning upon those who would rather spend their time waltzing about the neighborhood. I make the rules, I follow the rules and heaven help anyone who does not do the same.

Despite my harsh way of managing things, I'm actually a big softie, I promise. I like to help people, as long as they're the right people.

History[/font]
The first ten years of my life are hazy. I have no recollection of being a child. The earliest memory I have is of a burning ball of gas, which I assume was the sun. There was a stink in the air and it was hard to breathe, but, as I said before, my memories of childhood are hazy.

I awoke in a dumpster when I was eleven-ish, still looking as I do now. I consider that my first day of life.

And for the past thirty-two years, I've been wandering. Mostly Earth, though I've explored a few other places too. The "456", as humans call them, tried to take me back in 1965. I escaped their ship shortly after arriving back on their home planet. Lived there for a few years, avoiding their tubes and such. At one stage, I was investigated by a group of humanoid cats.

Dimple[/font]
Dimple is my dog. He goes everywhere with me and listens when no one else will. He was once a young pup, but now he's quite old.

Despite being afraid of heights, loud noises and often weightlessness, he never fails me. Quite a few times, Dimple has helped me in dire situations. I remember one time, he actually chased off a bunch angry Foamasi. I had accidentally trespassed on some of their sacred areas, but they didn't know what a dog was and ran off.

I love Dimple.

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[Gylfie Murdoch]

I made Winston so that I can interact with the doctors a bit more. Gylfie is my Torchwood character and I think I'll keep her that.

Winston is a companion with many relations to Captain Jack Harkness. He can not age, which means he won't be able to die naturally. He can, however, die from other reasons. This means he is extremely fragile.

The only truly protecting him from death is his dog, Dimple, and his wisdom. He's lived as long as a middle-aged man, but has been treated as a child all his life. Nevertheless, he is witty and has a good sense of direction.

The true Dimple...
Dimple is a guardian - an angel of sorts. Although he feels, acts and looks like an Earth canine, he was born on a different planet. His overall purpose is to serve Winston. He will not live longer than any other dog, which means that he is expected to die within the next five to ten years.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Reading back through his profile, I realize that his history makes very little sense. How could he be taken by the 456 forty-six years ago when he's only forty-three?

Winston has been investigated by the government, secret organizations and alien species of all kinds. Before they ceased to exist, he traveled with a large variation of time lords and they took him where he pleased. Eventually, it became apparent that he was not aging and the TARDIS' would try to shake him off.

At one of these times, he was trapped in the year of 1964. He was found in the streets and taken to an orphanage - the same orphanage that soon "donated" it's wards to the 456.

He escaped and roamed their home planet for a while, although tediously. Occasionally he would find a way back to Earth, but his only real chance came with a passing time lord. They transported him to the year 1994 and he's been living on Earth ever since.

Make sense?
I think so. c;

[The Tenth Doctor]

accepted