Donna Noble

PLAYER
Name: Ten
Age: 39
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CHARACTER
Name: Donna Noble
Canon: Doctor Who
Age: Late 30s/Early 40s
Timeline: Immediately following the episode "Midnight" and before the episode "Turn Left"
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: Currently not applicable, as I have no characters in the game at all.

Personality: At first glance, Donna may appear to be a brash and dismissive woman, but her attitude is protective armor covering a heart of gold and deeply damaged self-esteem. When she first met the Doctor, Donna was doubtful of her value to the universe. Her choices were questioned and often openly mocked by her mother, leaving her with a sense of worthlessness. She covered that worthlessness with bravado and determination, hiding behind a facade of anger and sarcasm. Her facade is the first thing most people see about her, and sometimes it is convincing enough to stop them from looking further.

However, the Donna behind that facade is compassionate and caring. Her travels with the Doctor have taught her that the universe is not distinctly divided into right and wrong, but her heart still guides her to the best choice for her: the compassionate one. She cares about others to the point where the sight of suffering causes her extreme anguish. She is a judgmental woman in some ways, but she is also accepting and loving, and unafraid of revealing how much she cares.

One of Donna’s deepest fears is that her lack of worth may be accurate. This fear is what prompts her sometimes humorous arguments about her relationship status or looks, as well as her reminders to her companions of anything she finds valuable about herself, such as her typing skills. But her fears, like her doubts, are covered by anger and bravado. Rather than backing down when she is in an uncomfortable situation, she will take the attack.

Donna loves the excitement of travelling with the Doctor, but will also opt for relaxation when the opportunity is offered. When the Doctor invites her on a trip to see the Sapphire Waterfall of Midnight, she likens it to a “school trip”, noting that four hours one-way is far too long. Instead, she opted to remain in the Leisure Palace, sunbathing. This does not mean that Donna is lazy, however. She will happily join in adventures, and will pull her own weight on tasks without fear.

As previously mentioned, anger is a defining force for Donna, because she uses it to hide so much of herself. Anger conceals her frustrations, doubts, and fears, but it is anger without bite. She does not hold grudges, but she likewise chooses not to bite her tongue when presented with something that she disagrees with. She often resorts to name-calling, such as referring to the Doctor as a “great big space dunce” while the two are working alongside UNIT, but this tendency is just one more example of her own self-esteem issues bubbling up and the way she tries to hide them.

Background: Donna Noble wiki link This Donna's background does not include any events from comics.

Abilities: Donna is an accomplished typist, able to type 100 wpm. She also mastered the Dewey Decimal system in two days, claiming to be "good with numbers." Being "good with numbers," Donna is able to notice and mark numerical patterns, though it may take her a bit of thought to make sense of them. She worked as a temp for some time before travelling with the Doctor, which has given her a good understanding of how offices work. Because of this, she is often able to notice out-of-place details in office "fronts".

Network/Actionspam Sample:
[Donna sat on a bench, turning the watch over in her hands. The watch was brass and smooth in her hands, catching the moonlight and gleaming warmly up at her.]

You make me think of the Tardis, you know that? Not a bad thing to be reminded of…

[The words were soft and sad, and Donna lifted her eyes away from the watch to look out at the city before her. She was so very alone here…]

He’s bound to be here somewhere. I just… wish I could remember what happened before the train. It’s all a bit foggy.

[Deep in her mind, other memories lurked, waiting to surface should she give them the slightest opening. There were memories of forgetting and remembering, of being reminded and manipulated. The memories she shied away from the most, however, were the ones which included the phrase “and then you remembered.”]

It’s getting a bit late to try finding him, I suppose. Best to find a cafe and get a decent cup of tea. Then I can start sorting things out.

[She rose, tucking the watch back into her pocket. As she started to make her way along the street, a thought struck her.]

Do they even have tea here?

Prose Log Sample:
Donna's trainers squeaked as she stepped onto the train platform, the sound loud and harsh enough to catch her off-guard. She jerked a little, then hissed at herself for the silliness. There was little point getting all jumpy just because she'd lost track of the Doctor. It wasn't like she couldn't deal with things on her own, after all. "I was in the Tardis," Donna murmured, as much to break the silence as to reason out her situation. "And then... I was riding the train. Did we stop?" Donna curled her arms around herself as she stepped into the building, looking around.

Her eyes were drawn to the posters on the wall, and she made her way over slowly, keeping a lookout for anyone else, though the place certainly felt deserted. "So I’m here,” she murmured, reaching out to tap one fingernail against the star featured on the map. “Suppose it’s best I start at the police station. Not likely they’ll have a phone box anywhere, but you never know.” She flashed a tight smile which faded almost immediately, and her brows furrowed a little more deeply. She glanced around the empty station once more and pursed her lips.

“Right. First things first,” she decided. “Police station.” She nodded her head firmly and squared her shoulders. Having a goal in mind helped a little. She tucked her hands in her pockets, starting to walk toward the exit, and paused after only two steps. “What…?” Looking down at her pocket, she withdrew the brass pocket watch that had been resting inside, and turned it over, tilting her head. “‘Used to contact others,’ hmm?” she murmured. She slipped through the door, into the dim light of evening, and tucked the watch back into her pocket. First the police station. After that, she’d examine the watch to figure out how it worked.