woman of impossibility

Lady Ismene - Time Lord, war criminal and Leadworth's reigning baking champion since 1954. (Independent Doctor Who roleplay blog - will roleplay with anyone. Over 21.)

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ooc: I don’t care if you’re from SPN, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Jame Bond, Wreck it Ralph, any of the video game fandoms. I just need some other fandoms to interact with. 

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For stupid reasons, tumblr isn't letting me send asks. But if you want to plot or just do something random then let me know? I would send out starters but I don't want to be a nuisance.

So, uh, basically...hello!))

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

"This planet is ghastly. Oh, for the love of Rassilon, I am starting to sound like them. I must stop going into that damned teashop in town. I'm picking up all their bad habits."

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Introductory Post

So, hello!

I thought that I would quickly put up an intro since I can't edit my blog. Silly tumblr.

ABOUT LADY ISMENE

Lady Ismene is a strange woman.

Nobody in the village could recall quite when she arrived, how or even what she does. For years, it seems, her kind face had been around. But then again, considering the world has been subject to the occasional alien invasion of late, the woman who seemed to disappear for months on end only to submit a Victoria Sponge to the local Woman's Institute cake competition was the least of their worries.

But underneath the cheerful exterior, there is something far more jagged, far more broken and far, far more dangerous.

Ismene is a Time Lady. Not particularly bad, not particularly good either. She'd just adept at playing whoever suits the situation. She can easily play the Messiah or the Devil if she thinks she'll gain from it. 

She escaped in a metaphysical form, only surviving through hiding in a plain disguise - the ageing body of an Earth woman who didn't last the night in a hospital waiting room. 

That was fifty six years ago. 

She gained a small through any and all means she could, keeping the balance between living in a life beneath her and keeping inconspicuous. Indeed, her little bungalow in the outskirts of Leadworth seems like an idyll, decorated with the usual trinkets of someone around fifty - photographs of a dead husband, collections of Russian dolls, tacky gifts from seaside resorts. But all is an illusion. 

She isn't plotting. She has no desire to take over the universe or to have revenge on people she's known. 

She's built to be a survivor. She's a refugee. She's a war criminal.

She's three thousand years old and she sold out planets to the Daleks to maintain her survival. And if the odd hiker or alien disappears in the night to keep her cover? So be it.

ABOUT MOD

I'm Stephanie. A Whovian but totally up for RPing with anyone. 23, uni student and likes biscuits.))