Hello, everyone. It's been quite some time since I have roleplayed in these forums. Anyway, I hope this particular RP becomes popular. It takes place in the world of Felarya, a world inhabited by giant predators of all kinds, created by the one and only Karbo.<br/><br/>Rules are as follows:<br/>1.) No killing or digesting without the target's consent.<br/><br/>2.) No metagaming. If information about a character has not been learned, such as their name, you cannot automatically know said information. This includes if a character is a spy, has a secret, etc.<br/><br/>3.) No godmodding. An example of this: Two characters are fighting. One character dodges every move and hits the other no matter what. When posting an action towards a character, make it an attempt, and what would happen if the attempt was successful.<br/><br/>4.) I have no issues with cross-overs or over-powered characters as long as it is within reason. i.e. a character cannot be invincible, he or she must have a weakness or two.<br/><br/>5.) Being this is a world of predators, there is always a risk of being eaten. It will happen. This is why I implemented a digestion consent rule<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/><br/><br/>6.) Have fun!<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/><br/>Name: The Watchman<br/>Race: Time Lord<br/>Age: 500<br/>Height: 5'7"<br/>Hair: Sandy Blonde, Short<br/>Eyes: Green<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/><br/>The Time Lords. One of the oldest races in the Universe. A race from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Gasterberous. The Time Lords were the watchers of the Universe, observing all of time and space. They were once good people. However, they became monsters during a war known as the Time War, where the Time Lords fought to destroy the Daleks: Mutants who wanted nothing but the extermination of all life.<br/><br/>In the final days of the Time War, the Lord President Rasillon wanted to invoke what was known as "the Final Sanction," which was designed to destroy the time vortex and elevate the Time Lords into beings of pure consciousness at the cost of the rest of creation in order to spare the Time Lords from death. However, this plan was stopped by the renegade Time Lord known as the Doctor, who placed Gallifrey and the Time War into a time-lock, which would prevent anything or anyone from entering or leaving the events of the Time War. However, Rasillon managed to bring Gallifrey, the Time Lords, and the Time War back out of the time-lock through a horrid scheme that included the Master, who survived the Time War as well as the Doctor. It would be at this key moment that a particular Time Lord would plot his escape from the corrupt Council of Gallifrey. This is his story...<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/><br/>A young man appearing to be in his early twenties briskly walked down the empty cobblestone street. He sported short, sandy hair, green eyes, and wore a white dress shirt with a brown vest, blue slacks, and black Low Top shoes. This man was known as the Watchman.  A Time Lord at 500 years of age. The town was currently deserted, or at least, that was how it would appear to a passerby. No...Every man, woman and child not a part of the Council were currently locked up in their homes as the Time War raged around them and in the heavens above above. Fires burned in the city, consuming buildings that succumbed to the war. Debris from fallen structures and the bodies of fallen Gallifreyans littered the once peaceful streets. The monsters known as the Daleks overhead in the skies, firing their lasers at any who tried to flee their might, whilst screeching "exterminate!" over and over. The only beauty that was left was the orange sky above...Only it was just a veil for the true monstrosities that wrought the stars, as Dalek ships and Time Lord vessels battled to the death.<br/><br/>The Watchman continued on his current route, until he stopped by a particular empty alleyway. "Right where I left her." He mumbled to himself in a Floridian accent, before pulling a metal rod out of his pocket. The rod was silver with a black rubber grip, and at the tip there was a blue rounded lens. A sonic screwdriver. One of the essential tools favored by Time Lords. He then pointed his screwdriver toward the alleyway, and pressed his thumb against one of its buttons, activating it and causing a sonic whir to emanate from the device. Within seconds, a Prussian blue London Police box materialized within the previously empty alleyway. It had eight window panes in total, and two 6'10" doors, and a light right on the top of the blue box. On the left door was a plaque, and a a black sign lined the top of each face of the Police Box, reading 'Police Box, Public Call' in white, lit up letters. The Watchman couldn't help but smile arrogantly. "Time phase. Always handy."<br/><br/>Although his TARDIS had a working chameleon circuit, which enabled a TARDIS to take the form of a common object in its environment to disguise itself, The Watchman loved the color blue, and he particularly loved England, being that a lot of his interests came from the United Kingdom on Earth. As he was about to enter his TARDIS, Stalwart looked up to the skies. Earth was now in plain view, and it was getting closer. 'No, can't get distracted! Now's my chance!' He then opened the blue wooden door with a creak, and began to step inside.<br/><br/>"HALT!" Cried a familiar electronic voice from behind. Stalwart stopped in his tracks, and slowly turned around to see a black Dalek with a bronze trim staring him down. "YOU ARE A PRISONER OF THE DALEKS! DO NOT MOVE! DO NOT MOVE! OBEY OR BE EXTERMINATED!" The Seeker smirked. "Sorry, Dalek. Not today." With that, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He was now in a room much bigger than the blue box itself; the console room.<br/><br/>The console room itself had grey stone walls, with a grey stone floor. To the Watchman's left was a single mahogany door, with the Gallifreyan symbol painted on its face. A redwood walkway lead to the console in the middle of the room, which was itself surrounded by redwood flooring. Another walkway lead to the door. The console appeared to be made out of an organic light green coral substance, whereas the top portion was marble that was teal in color, covered by glass and dotted with a multitude of buttons, levers, and switches...Even random doohickeys that seemed to make no sense. A computer screen was mounted on a sort of turntable organic column, which was right below the glass tube that jutted up to the ceiling, where it would meet a coral structure attached to the ceiling itself. This glass tube held a Cerulean rotor within that was made up of eight chandelier glass pieces, four on top and four on bottom.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'That damn Rasillon. I'm not going to die!'</span>The Watchman jogged up to the console, and then began to fiddle with a few controls. 'I don't have much time...Right now is my only chance now that Gallifrey is out of the time-lock. Stalwart did not even bother putting a preset destination. Instead, he pressed the randomization button. As he pulled the handbrake, the TARDIS made an echoing thud. Next, the Watchman pulled the flight lever, and a continuous wheezing, reverberating lamentation began to play as the time rotor sections moved up and down in opposite directions, moving away from each other and then close together in sync. From the outside, the TARDIS dematerialized into nothingness, entering the Time Vortex. The ride was quite bumpy, as the Watchman had to hold onto the console to keep himself from falling over. Sparks flew and the lights flickered. "No, come on! Don't fail me now!" The Watchman cursed at his TARDIS. "Stop acting up!" Within the Time Vortex, the TARDIS whirled clockwise like a spinning top in one direction, before immediately changing to the opposite direction. Before he knew it, the TARDIS began its landing process. On the monitor that showed the current location, the screen only revealed the word "UNKNOWN." Was this a new place that was yet to be discovered?<br/><br/>Meanwhile, in a lush rain-forest teaming with enormous exotic plants and giant trees, a beeping, whistling strait echoed while a white light flashed every two seconds next to one of the trees. Fallen leaves would flutter off the ground and dance in circles around the light. Then, the TARDIS itself phased in and out of existence. With each phase, an echoing "vworrrp" would resonate throughout the area, alerting all inhabitants of the Stalwart's arrival. Finally, the TARDIS materialized with a thud, completing the landing process. It would only be a matter of time before someone, or something, came to investigate the source of the cacophony.