The real youName/alias: Jen
Age: 25
Gender: female
Role playing experience: on and off for pretty much ever (about 3 years worth, however) for multiple fandoms
Other characters: currently, Lynne Masters (OC at a TW RPG)
Your characterFull name: Donna Noble
Nickname(s): n/a
Date of birth: unknown in canon
Age: unknown in canon though the actress is 40
Gender: female
Sexual preference: straight
Physical appearanceEye color: blue
Hair color: red
Unique traits: ears pierced
Face used: Catherine Tate
Image: Likes: traveling with the Doctor, having her eyes opened to new and brilliant things, star-watching with Gramps
Dislikes: being wrong, the Doctor's know-it-all attitude, things that stand in the way of what she wants, people thinking she and the Doctor are a couple
Strengths: her compassion, her understanding, deductive skills, her take-no-bullshit attitude
Weaknesses: lack of "book" smarts, people in despair, seeing people suffering/that will be suffering if something isn't changed about their future.
Hopes: to travel with the Doctor forever
Fears: being alone
Random facts: was married and widowed in the same day
Skills: anything that revolves around her temp job (knowledge of numbering systems, files, etc.)
Overall personality: Donna is loud, strident, and abrasive with The Doctor, but when it comes to most others, she's very sweet and understanding, unless given a reason to treat them otherwise. Neither clever nor special, and somewhat more interested in trivial information, Donna isn't an idiot, either. She's shown investigative skills, especially when related to things in which she dealt as a temp, to prove that point. Once she's got herself in mindset to do something, she does not intend to stop until she's achieved it (for example, investigating every strange occurrence she could dig up in order to find the Doctor again, knowing he would show up for one of them, at some point).
HistoryPlace of birth: unknown in canon
Currently living in: London, England
Family: Geoff Noble, father, all other info unknown in canon; Sylvia Noble, mother, alive, they butt heads but aren't estranged, all other info unknown in canon; Gramps, grandfather, alive, very close, all other info unknown in canon)
Occupation: Temporary secretary at H.C. Clements in London
Marital status: widowed
Transportation: ...her mother's car...heh
History: On Christmas Eve, the day of her wedding, she was accidentally pulled into the TARDIS as a result of being dosed with Huon particles by her fiancé, Lance Bennett, who was following the orders of the Empress of the Racnoss. She helped the Doctor defeat the Racnoss Empress, but declined his invitation to travel with him — she was frightened not only by his adventures, but also, to a certain extent, by the Doctor himself. Having seen him commit genocide on the Racnoss, she urged him to find a new companion to act as his moral compass, because "sometimes [she] think[s] [he] need[s] someone to stop [him]."
Having second thoughts about declining the Doctor's invitation to be his new companion, she searched for "weird things" happening and conducted her own investigations in hopes of meeting up with the Doctor once again and being allowed to join him this time.
OtherProve you read the rules: Mod Edit: ProvenRole play sample: (209 words)
Donna held fast to the TARDIS as it jostled her about. For such a sophisticated ship, it certainly was a rough ride. Or, perhaps, The Doctor just wasn’t a very good driver. She figured that was entirely possible, considering what of his personality she’d gathered. He seemed to her to be at least a
little bit mad.
...maybe eccentric was a better word. It made her feel better, at least, thinking he was eccentric rather than completely insane.
Things were popping and exploding all around her and one would think that it would be frightening, but she was fairly used to it by now. As everything finally calmed again and the TARDIS slowed to a stop, she let out a sigh, blowing her bangs out of her eyes, as she looked over at The Doctor.
He always had the same expression on his face when the TARDIS reached its final destination. It started out as a frazzled, slightly confused visage and always ended up in a grin, sometimes accompanied by a quirk of his eyebrows.
Tipping her head to the side ever so slightly, Donna raised her eyebrows at him. “Well? What sort of amazing adventure is outside the doors this time?” she asked, smirking back at him.