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~*About You*~
Name: Lara
Age: 26
Email: toughgoddess2003@yahoo.com
IM/Personal Journal: solidfoamsoul
Unscreen: Sure
~*Your Character*~
Name: Malkon
Canon: TV
Canon Point: Post "Planet of Fire" - After Turlough returns from his own canon point after "Planet of Fire", from his year in the Nexus, he and Malkon adjust to life on Trion. They've stayed on Trion for two months before returning to the Nexus.
Series Info: Doctor Who, classic series. Wiki Page.
Appearance: He is the same height as his elder brother at 5'8, but most similarities end there. He has medium brown hair, dark eyebrows (which he does not wear styled upward in traditional Trion fashion) and brown eyes. His build is slim, with a bit of muscle, though as the Chosen One, he's never had to do any real hard labor in his life. He bares an brand of exile, identical to his brother's.
Personality: At 17, he has had more responsibilities set on his shoulders than most, but is still very naive about many things because of his upbringing. Growing up in a society based on religion and traditions, being raised as their god's "Chosen One", Malkon can be a little arrogant at times, and a little controlling, but he has a good heart. Though he questioned why the Misos Triangle on his arm made his special, he still on occasion has trouble adjusting to being independent. He has a pacifist nature, refusing to let the Elders of the tribe burn the non-believers and is perhaps even more stubborn than Turlough, as he had no one to refuse him as the Chosen One, except Timinov. Timinov raised him and looked after him. While the man would be as close as Malkon would know to a father, he never considered himself loved like a son, if loved at all, apart from being a religious figure.
Powers/Abilities: None, but like all people from Trion, Malkon has a higher psychic cognitive ability than humans, allowing him to access memories as an infant, ancestral memory, and on occasion see and hear psychic 'ghosts'. He is also more easily influenced by psychic abilities, perhaps more so than Turlough, because of being around such attacks less.
~*Writing Sample*~
[Adjusting to life in the Nexus was proving far more difficult than life on Trion. Turlough wasn't constantly attempting to explain the history or traditions. Malkon wasn't sure if there even were traditions to the Nexus at all. Everyone here seemed to be from somewhere else, nothing seemed native to the place itself. Malkon walked along the beach, despite the chill in the air. It was getting warmer. Perhaps he might learn how to swim. Turlough was a good swimmer. He gave a sigh, his arms folded across his chest, clutching at his elbows.]
Oh, Turlough...
[It was strange how conflicted he felt now that he was here. On the one hand, he always been proud of Turlough for standing up for what he thought was right. Especially when, according to Turlough, that hadn't always been the case with his elder brother. On the other hand... maybe Malkon wouldn't have to wait so long for Turlough to teach him how to swim if Turlough had kept his opinions to himself. Malkon looked away from the ocean. Was that a terrible thing to think? Perhaps not. He wanted Turlough to be well, to get better.
Malkon walked along the beach, towards the boardwalk. He would spend some time with Turlough, perhaps have dinner with him, depending on his brother's mood. He needed something other than Turlough to occupy his time, however. Maybe he would ask about joining the Academy.]
Name: Lara
Age: 26
Email: toughgoddess2003@yahoo.com
IM/Personal Journal: solidfoamsoul
Unscreen: Sure
~*Your Character*~
Name: Malkon
Canon: TV
Canon Point: Post "Planet of Fire" - After Turlough returns from his own canon point after "Planet of Fire", from his year in the Nexus, he and Malkon adjust to life on Trion. They've stayed on Trion for two months before returning to the Nexus.
Series Info: Doctor Who, classic series. Wiki Page.
Appearance: He is the same height as his elder brother at 5'8, but most similarities end there. He has medium brown hair, dark eyebrows (which he does not wear styled upward in traditional Trion fashion) and brown eyes. His build is slim, with a bit of muscle, though as the Chosen One, he's never had to do any real hard labor in his life. He bares an brand of exile, identical to his brother's.
Personality: At 17, he has had more responsibilities set on his shoulders than most, but is still very naive about many things because of his upbringing. Growing up in a society based on religion and traditions, being raised as their god's "Chosen One", Malkon can be a little arrogant at times, and a little controlling, but he has a good heart. Though he questioned why the Misos Triangle on his arm made his special, he still on occasion has trouble adjusting to being independent. He has a pacifist nature, refusing to let the Elders of the tribe burn the non-believers and is perhaps even more stubborn than Turlough, as he had no one to refuse him as the Chosen One, except Timinov. Timinov raised him and looked after him. While the man would be as close as Malkon would know to a father, he never considered himself loved like a son, if loved at all, apart from being a religious figure.
Powers/Abilities: None, but like all people from Trion, Malkon has a higher psychic cognitive ability than humans, allowing him to access memories as an infant, ancestral memory, and on occasion see and hear psychic 'ghosts'. He is also more easily influenced by psychic abilities, perhaps more so than Turlough, because of being around such attacks less.
~*Writing Sample*~
[Adjusting to life in the Nexus was proving far more difficult than life on Trion. Turlough wasn't constantly attempting to explain the history or traditions. Malkon wasn't sure if there even were traditions to the Nexus at all. Everyone here seemed to be from somewhere else, nothing seemed native to the place itself. Malkon walked along the beach, despite the chill in the air. It was getting warmer. Perhaps he might learn how to swim. Turlough was a good swimmer. He gave a sigh, his arms folded across his chest, clutching at his elbows.]
Oh, Turlough...
[It was strange how conflicted he felt now that he was here. On the one hand, he always been proud of Turlough for standing up for what he thought was right. Especially when, according to Turlough, that hadn't always been the case with his elder brother. On the other hand... maybe Malkon wouldn't have to wait so long for Turlough to teach him how to swim if Turlough had kept his opinions to himself. Malkon looked away from the ocean. Was that a terrible thing to think? Perhaps not. He wanted Turlough to be well, to get better.
Malkon walked along the beach, towards the boardwalk. He would spend some time with Turlough, perhaps have dinner with him, depending on his brother's mood. He needed something other than Turlough to occupy his time, however. Maybe he would ask about joining the Academy.]