Post by Sarah Jane on Jul 19, 2011 14:17:02 GMT -5
Canon
Name: Amelia Jessica Pond
Age: Many, depending on what year it is, but mostly about 20 or 7.
Species: Human
Planet of Origin: The Solar System is located in the Milky Way Galaxy about two thirds of the way out from the center, on the inner edge of the Orion–Cygnus Arm. Amy was born on the third planet from Sol. It is referred to as "Earth", locally.
Occupation: Formerly a Kissogram girl. Currently working as Time Lord support and romping time and space like a puppy. Her beloved champion and all around hottie man Rory occupies her as well, when she can remember he exists.
Physical Description: She is a long drink of a young woman. There is something of a leopard about her; in the long lean lines of her, but she moves more like a kitten than a cat and is light on her feet for all of her height. She has the petal fresh skin of youth, pale in a way only a true redhead can. That long red hair falls with a soft wave well past her shoulders. Her face is dominated by her large, limpid eyes the color of a forest pond, cool in the shade. Whatever the circumstance, she tends to dress for a day out on holiday, fashion smart and intended to keep Rory's attention. She liked a good brisk walk with most of her long legs unencumbered.
Personality: Her self assurance is unsinkable. Most of her life she had braved the world alone, so she is accustomed to navigating unfamiliar territory with nothing more than gumption and a trust in herself to make the right choice at the right time. Because of this she expects much of her close friends and is often ready with a sharp word if she thinks they're not trying hard enough. Well. Except Rory. He always tried hard enough. He just needed guidance sometimes. She knew though, of the two of them, Rory was the stronger of them, or at least he had agreed to be. Now free from the haunted house she came from, she is eager to explore, to experience. She expects to have a good time, Somehow she continues to be surprised when danger erupts. Except for the occasional near death experience, she is having the time of her life.
History: Part of her deep belief in herself was that she had turned out to be right. She'd been right about the Raggedy Doctor. Hadn't she? When everyone else told her she was wrong. Everyone.
Everyone who was left. There were very few people in her lonely childhood, the crack in the universe having stolen everyone from her one by one. All that was left were therapists, mostly, in her youth. A few friends along the way she never took home with her. The folks at Kissogram. They all told her she was crazy. Rory didn't say so, but he'd always looked so pained when she spoke of the Raggedy Doctor. At least Rory listened.
She'd proved her belief in herself to be true, quite emphatically she felt, by her friendship and travels with the Doctor, and the return of what the Crack had taken from her. namely her parents. Oh! how she loved her tiny little Dad! And her Mum who smelled of fresh apples and brought her breakfast in bed with a kiss. This success made her bolder still as she travels with the Doctor.
As for that one, her Raggedy Doctor, she was securely aware that he was as glad to have found her as she was to have found him. This was simply the way it was supposed to be. They had been searching for each other, and there was a quiet sense of relief between them that they had. She didn't have to think about it much. Their friendship just was.
Additional Medical Information: She is prone to blushes, freckles, and being taller than you. Her hair is a statistically impossible shade of red.
((I would be willing to give up this role when asked to for another writer if the powers that be thought they were dedicated enough to the role. I shouldn't hang on to both. I think I'd want to have another account if I played this role as well. I will not be offended if I am turned down. P.S. Do not be swayed because it is my birthday.))
