...but *nothing* like Doctor Who!!
Think more like HG Wells and that would be closer.
Looking for a sexy, but kick ass partner who is able to take care of herself, but also knows that when the Marquis gets into dominant or assertive mode she secretly loves it.
This could turn into a very involved and complex RP as I only at present have secret plans for a time machine and so it must be constructed from scratch. We won't even know if it will work. The Marquis and his partner have a fractious relationship. Both are attracted to each other but neither will admit it. Their relationship swings between helping and supporting each other through to open ambivalence.
Am especially interested in the idea that both characters are time anarchists. Avoiding the advice of 'never to change history' we both actively set out to do just that -and view the results by jumping forward in time. our actions don't always work out for the best...
Any sexual contact should be held off for as long as possible till both characters can't stand the tension any longer. From this point the adventures could develop where their time travelling sends them to more adult points in history and scenarios.
I'm looking for someone who can offer more than a few lines contribution -at least every few days.
Looking forward to the ride!
M
The Marquis
Tall, brown eyes, slightly muscular, shoulder length hair. He is a physicist prodigy, but also a live wire. Kicked out of the elite science academy in France for exposing the inaccuracies in their standard teaching materials and exposing set 'laws' of physics to be inherently false, he fled to London with a young girl who taught him how to tattoo, skydive and play guitar. Badly.
A travelling expedition to Egypt led them to the secret formula for opening the stellar stone at the Sphinx. Despite heavy machine gun fire they managed to both almost escape with the prize they found inside -a small metal case welded tightly shut. She, however, was hit by a bullet in the abdomen. Although the Marquis managed to drag her away to the hideout in an old archaeologists house she died the following day.
The Marquis -or M, as he is known to friends -takes the first flight out of war-ravaged Egypt, still clutching the box, unsure of its secret and also unsure how to open it without damaging the contents. The old archaeologist seems to know more than he lets on, because he has given M the address of someone who he is convinced will be able to help with the prize now in his possession: a brilliant, but (''temperamental'') scientist from the UK, called Sabina Nicholls....
