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[nick / name]: Nyte
[personal LJ name]: nytemiste
[other characters currently played]:
Rido Kuran :: Vampire Knight :: council_king
Solomon Goldsmith :: Blood+ :: favoritetraitor
Piglet :: Winnie the Pooh :: verysmallpig
[e-mail]: nytemiste@gmail.com
[AIM / messenger]: nytemiste
[series]: Life on Mars
[character]: Sam Tyler
[character history / background]: Wiki Link
[character abilities]: Skilled in modern (as of 2006) police procedure and techniques in the U.K., Sam has no special powers or abilities beyond that of a normal human. He is, however, highly respected for his professionalism and unwillingness to bow down to corruption, and he has a keen eye for detail in all things.
[character personality]: Driven to upholding the law, Sam Tyler is a very dedicated individual. He's quite suited to the profession he chose, and with his ability to think quickly on his feet, his sharp eye for detail, and strong will to do what is right, he makes an excellent addition to any police force. He's a by the book sort of individual, and insists on cases following proper procedure. However, if faced with the inevitability that a confirmed killer will go free, Sam has on rare occasions been persuaded to take some action to see that the conviction will stick. I don't see this as a contradiction to Sam's moral code however. He does above all else want justice and to do things fairly and correctly. But how just is it when despite doing things the right way, the system fails? I feel that he is only willing to consider such things as a last resort.
Throughout the series, he exhibits a sincere compassion towards others, both strangers and friends alike, and he treats people with a respect that is often not seen by the more machismo attitudes of his male colleagues from the 70's. He's outspoken, quick to defend those who need it, or to argue against something that he perceives as wrong.
Sam is normally a well balanced individual, even if he can at times hold people are arms length in his profession. To those that he is close to however, he easily shares his more personal thoughts which is seen with how he interacts with Annie. Under too much stress however he can buckle and act erratic and quite unbalanced. Adding to this his propensity to suffer from hallucinations of varying degrees (while his body lies in a coma in 2006) and he becomes unhinged into a state of panic. I think it's to his credit though that even when faced with such situations, he very quickly bounces back and regains his composure.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Season 1, at the end of episode: 2 when Sam makes the request to go back to 'Hyde' (or more accurately where he really came from). It would come from when he's talking to Nelson in the pub and says "Can I change it? I'll have 1988, please. Quick as you like… See, I don't mind staying if that's how it's got to be, but please can I have a year that's A.D. as opposed to B.C.! I'd like to take him from an early time frame with the express intention to occasionally canon update him since it's ironic for him to be a virtual 'time traveller' here as well.
[journal post]:
[Accidental video]
[Standing in the City Square, Sam freezes, his eyes scanning over this unfamiliar landscape with a wary disbelief. His hand reaches up to press against his temple as if by that mere gesture alone it would restore normality. As if that ever worked in the slightest bit...
The corner of his mouth twitches slightly, and he mutters under his breath as he begins to pace a little. It's clear that he's thinking furiously, his mind trying to unlock the various clues of his surroundings.]
Oh, what now...?
Alright, Sam. You can work through this. A fountain... a merry go round... tall buildings... the sound of the wind blowing through branches of the trees. People... strangely dressed people... some normal though, I suppose that's a good thing.
[After a few moments his eyes fall to the ground where his network device lies amongst the grass. And he pauses for a moment with furrowed brow before crouching down to examine it more closely.]
Alright, I give up. Who are you? And where the Hell am I this time??? Is this supposed to be the future?
Bloody Hell...
[third person / log sample]: *Note to mods: I included 2 samples as I didn't feel that either one was quite perfect in capturing what would be needed. I hope this is ok. *Warning, possible spoilers *
To put it plainly, Sam Tyler was not having a very good day.
None of this was right. Not the skyline, nor the decrepit buildings that had surrounded him. He'd stared around him in confusion, his mind struggling to understand just what had gone wrong. It'd started with that punk Colin Raimes, having an unexpected alibi when they'd been so certain of his guilt. Then the spat with his girlfriend, Maya... and she was gone.
Just like that.
Even now her scream echoed in his memory. If he hadn't kept her at arms length... if he'd shown any amount of interest in her theory on the case... maybe she wouldn't have felt the need to go on alone.
He couldn't help but to feel responsible. She was not only a member of his team, but someone he loved. He was responsible for looking after his own... and had failed her, for the moment. Clinging to the procedure that he held so dear, he put off the sickening anxiety he felt over her and held himself together long enough to give out orders that would be her best chance at being recovered safe and sound. It was all that he could do... his best effort to get his estranged girlfriend back alive and intact. What else could he do?
But the car... that was something that he had never foreseen. It'd come out of nowhere, easily missed in his unusually distraught state. It took just a fraction of a second. And any actual pain that he felt from being struck and rolling over it's roof as he landed hard on the asphalt was quickly gone and forgotten.
How could he focus on that, when his eyes were seeing things that hadn't been there a moment before? Everything was wrong. The car that was playing out a Bowie song on a vintage eight track player, to the vintage uniformed bobby that had confronted him with strange questions, and everything around him. Passersby were wrong, their clothing as outdated as the cars that drove by. Even his own clothing had changed, his normally smart dark suit replaced with a wide collared striped shirt opened at the throat with a Saint Christopher pendant around his exposed neck. And his feet clad in boots under bell bottomed pants. It was all so... seventies.
God is in the details... and the details didn't make a shred of sense.
To Sam, there were but a few options to consider. Either the car that had struck him had damaged his brain enough that he was now mad, or this was what a coma was like from the inside. Or perhaps in some delusional impossibility, he'd actually found himself back in the past.
Sitting back in the high rise boardroom in the year 2006, the noise of his team's discussion was drowned out by his memories of the past. It was hard to tell just what had happened with the shifting realities. It had seemed so very real, being back with Annie, Gene and the others. And even now he could hear the sharp sound of gunfire and Annie's cries for help.
It'd seemed like the right thing to do, following DCI Frank Morgan's instructions in return for getting to go back to what was said to be his actual home back in Hyde... another lie. Complications, deceptions, what was real anymore? But then it was the price had he paid by sacrificing the others in his attempt to be free that bothered Sam most. It was a cancer that ate away at him with each ticking of the clock.
But it hadn't been real. Had it? And even more importantly, did it even matter?
Ultimately, he'd betrayed them. And he blamed himself immensely for not being able to keep a tighter control It was more than simply being a man of principle. He'd grown to care about them, these 'figments of his own construction'. He'd felt alive working by their sides and now that it was gone, he just felt a bit empty. No, if he were being honest with himself, he'd have to admit he felt very empty.
Sam stared mindlessly at a vague point on the polished surface of the boardroom table, his hand idly fidgeting with the pen in his hand. Perhaps it'd all been a mistake, trying to leave that other life. Or maybe it was just the extreme manner in which he'd left that plagued his mind to this extent.
But he missed them. Annie of course, most of all. She'd always been there for him, from the very beginning when he'd first appeared there, bewildered, lost, and sounding like he'd just escaped from an insane asylum. Annie, with her soft comforting voice, and her compassionate warmth that combined with her keen intelligence and independent nature made him fall for her all the more. He'd promised her he'd return to save them, and Sam always kept his promises. And here he was sitting some 30 years in the future, having abandoned them to their fates... if it was real, how could he possibly live with that?
[personal LJ name]: nytemiste
[other characters currently played]:
Rido Kuran :: Vampire Knight :: council_king
Solomon Goldsmith :: Blood+ :: favoritetraitor
Piglet :: Winnie the Pooh :: verysmallpig
[e-mail]: nytemiste@gmail.com
[AIM / messenger]: nytemiste
[series]: Life on Mars
[character]: Sam Tyler
[character history / background]: Wiki Link
[character abilities]: Skilled in modern (as of 2006) police procedure and techniques in the U.K., Sam has no special powers or abilities beyond that of a normal human. He is, however, highly respected for his professionalism and unwillingness to bow down to corruption, and he has a keen eye for detail in all things.
[character personality]: Driven to upholding the law, Sam Tyler is a very dedicated individual. He's quite suited to the profession he chose, and with his ability to think quickly on his feet, his sharp eye for detail, and strong will to do what is right, he makes an excellent addition to any police force. He's a by the book sort of individual, and insists on cases following proper procedure. However, if faced with the inevitability that a confirmed killer will go free, Sam has on rare occasions been persuaded to take some action to see that the conviction will stick. I don't see this as a contradiction to Sam's moral code however. He does above all else want justice and to do things fairly and correctly. But how just is it when despite doing things the right way, the system fails? I feel that he is only willing to consider such things as a last resort.
Throughout the series, he exhibits a sincere compassion towards others, both strangers and friends alike, and he treats people with a respect that is often not seen by the more machismo attitudes of his male colleagues from the 70's. He's outspoken, quick to defend those who need it, or to argue against something that he perceives as wrong.
Sam is normally a well balanced individual, even if he can at times hold people are arms length in his profession. To those that he is close to however, he easily shares his more personal thoughts which is seen with how he interacts with Annie. Under too much stress however he can buckle and act erratic and quite unbalanced. Adding to this his propensity to suffer from hallucinations of varying degrees (while his body lies in a coma in 2006) and he becomes unhinged into a state of panic. I think it's to his credit though that even when faced with such situations, he very quickly bounces back and regains his composure.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Season 1, at the end of episode: 2 when Sam makes the request to go back to 'Hyde' (or more accurately where he really came from). It would come from when he's talking to Nelson in the pub and says "Can I change it? I'll have 1988, please. Quick as you like… See, I don't mind staying if that's how it's got to be, but please can I have a year that's A.D. as opposed to B.C.! I'd like to take him from an early time frame with the express intention to occasionally canon update him since it's ironic for him to be a virtual 'time traveller' here as well.
[journal post]:
[Accidental video]
[Standing in the City Square, Sam freezes, his eyes scanning over this unfamiliar landscape with a wary disbelief. His hand reaches up to press against his temple as if by that mere gesture alone it would restore normality. As if that ever worked in the slightest bit...
The corner of his mouth twitches slightly, and he mutters under his breath as he begins to pace a little. It's clear that he's thinking furiously, his mind trying to unlock the various clues of his surroundings.]
Oh, what now...?
Alright, Sam. You can work through this. A fountain... a merry go round... tall buildings... the sound of the wind blowing through branches of the trees. People... strangely dressed people... some normal though, I suppose that's a good thing.
[After a few moments his eyes fall to the ground where his network device lies amongst the grass. And he pauses for a moment with furrowed brow before crouching down to examine it more closely.]
Alright, I give up. Who are you? And where the Hell am I this time??? Is this supposed to be the future?
Bloody Hell...
[third person / log sample]: *Note to mods: I included 2 samples as I didn't feel that either one was quite perfect in capturing what would be needed. I hope this is ok. *Warning, possible spoilers *
To put it plainly, Sam Tyler was not having a very good day.
None of this was right. Not the skyline, nor the decrepit buildings that had surrounded him. He'd stared around him in confusion, his mind struggling to understand just what had gone wrong. It'd started with that punk Colin Raimes, having an unexpected alibi when they'd been so certain of his guilt. Then the spat with his girlfriend, Maya... and she was gone.
Just like that.
Even now her scream echoed in his memory. If he hadn't kept her at arms length... if he'd shown any amount of interest in her theory on the case... maybe she wouldn't have felt the need to go on alone.
He couldn't help but to feel responsible. She was not only a member of his team, but someone he loved. He was responsible for looking after his own... and had failed her, for the moment. Clinging to the procedure that he held so dear, he put off the sickening anxiety he felt over her and held himself together long enough to give out orders that would be her best chance at being recovered safe and sound. It was all that he could do... his best effort to get his estranged girlfriend back alive and intact. What else could he do?
But the car... that was something that he had never foreseen. It'd come out of nowhere, easily missed in his unusually distraught state. It took just a fraction of a second. And any actual pain that he felt from being struck and rolling over it's roof as he landed hard on the asphalt was quickly gone and forgotten.
How could he focus on that, when his eyes were seeing things that hadn't been there a moment before? Everything was wrong. The car that was playing out a Bowie song on a vintage eight track player, to the vintage uniformed bobby that had confronted him with strange questions, and everything around him. Passersby were wrong, their clothing as outdated as the cars that drove by. Even his own clothing had changed, his normally smart dark suit replaced with a wide collared striped shirt opened at the throat with a Saint Christopher pendant around his exposed neck. And his feet clad in boots under bell bottomed pants. It was all so... seventies.
God is in the details... and the details didn't make a shred of sense.
To Sam, there were but a few options to consider. Either the car that had struck him had damaged his brain enough that he was now mad, or this was what a coma was like from the inside. Or perhaps in some delusional impossibility, he'd actually found himself back in the past.
Sitting back in the high rise boardroom in the year 2006, the noise of his team's discussion was drowned out by his memories of the past. It was hard to tell just what had happened with the shifting realities. It had seemed so very real, being back with Annie, Gene and the others. And even now he could hear the sharp sound of gunfire and Annie's cries for help.
It'd seemed like the right thing to do, following DCI Frank Morgan's instructions in return for getting to go back to what was said to be his actual home back in Hyde... another lie. Complications, deceptions, what was real anymore? But then it was the price had he paid by sacrificing the others in his attempt to be free that bothered Sam most. It was a cancer that ate away at him with each ticking of the clock.
But it hadn't been real. Had it? And even more importantly, did it even matter?
Ultimately, he'd betrayed them. And he blamed himself immensely for not being able to keep a tighter control It was more than simply being a man of principle. He'd grown to care about them, these 'figments of his own construction'. He'd felt alive working by their sides and now that it was gone, he just felt a bit empty. No, if he were being honest with himself, he'd have to admit he felt very empty.
Sam stared mindlessly at a vague point on the polished surface of the boardroom table, his hand idly fidgeting with the pen in his hand. Perhaps it'd all been a mistake, trying to leave that other life. Or maybe it was just the extreme manner in which he'd left that plagued his mind to this extent.
But he missed them. Annie of course, most of all. She'd always been there for him, from the very beginning when he'd first appeared there, bewildered, lost, and sounding like he'd just escaped from an insane asylum. Annie, with her soft comforting voice, and her compassionate warmth that combined with her keen intelligence and independent nature made him fall for her all the more. He'd promised her he'd return to save them, and Sam always kept his promises. And here he was sitting some 30 years in the future, having abandoned them to their fates... if it was real, how could he possibly live with that?