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Name: Mickey Smith Journal: tindog Player: Kira |
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| Age: 25 Height: 5ft 6in Point of Canon/AU: Post Doomsday |
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Brief Personality: Mickey never was someone who could hold his own when it came to situations that he didn't have a set plan. He was bright, definitely, when he was given the time to work things out, but thinking on his feet was never something that he was very good at. In fact, his usual reaction to something odd happening was to run in the opposite direction. That was, until he met the Doctor. Mickey was never very fond of the first incarnation that he came in contact with. He was stuck up, arrogant, self-centered, and above all, stole his girlfriend right out from under him. After over a year of dealing with insults and abuse both from and because of him, Mickey became more and more determined to prove that he was more than just "Mickey the Idiot". Despite his attempts and even saving the Doctor's butt more than once, he wasn't really appreciated until the second incarnation came along.
This guy wasn't nearly as grating as the first. A new face and a tweak of his personality did wonders for the man, and they even started to get along to a certain degree. Of course, he'd still stolen Mickey's girlfriend, but at least his newly scatterbrained ways helped Mickey poke holes in the Doctor's appealing facade. When Mickey was invited to travel along with Rose and the Doctor, he had realized that he was mostly the back-up crew to them, the "tin dog" so to speak. While this hadn't bothered him before, it really hit him hard how little he was exercising his potential when he came face to face with himself. Or rather, Ricky Smith, the version of him from a parallel dimension. Ricky was confident, proactive, brave, risk taking...pretty much everything that Mickey wasn't. It was really a shame that Mickey had so much more experience running away. Watching himself, Ricky, electrocuted by the Cybermen when had been chasing them changed something in Mickey, pushed something into overdrive. He didn't want to just prove himself anymore. He wanted to make sure that Ricky hadn't died in vain. While back home, he'd had very little to work for other than Rose (she was sufficiently lost by this point, he was sure), in this reality, Ricky had friends, people who looked up to him, a purpose, and more than anything, his grandmother was still alive. The last few months that Mickey has been living as Ricky Smith have put his personality into a true realignment. He'd still not quite as domineering as his counterpart, and he's more than willing to let someone else take the lead most of the time, but his confidence has increased as well as his bravery and his ability to think on his feet. Since the Battle of Canary Wharf, Mickey settled more into his old self. Without the same direct threats that existed before, he'd been able to relax more than ever before. He had everyone who mattered to him, new and old, back with him. He could settle back into a comfortable way of life. |
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| Brief History: Born in the summer of 1981, Mickey's first few years of life were what could be considered typical. His parents, Marta and Jackson Smith, worked 9 to 5 jobs while his maternal grandmother, Rita-Anne, looked after him during the day. When he was around 6 years old, his father left his mother and England for a better career opportunity in Spain. Unable to cope with the idea of raising Mickey alone, Marta left him in the care of her mother. Despite being blind and over 60 years old, Rita-Anne raised Mickey better than even his mother and father would have been able to manage together. At least, that's what Mickey will tell you if anyone asks. He was devastated when she died, more so because he held himself at fault. She had tripped over a loose stop in the carpet on the stairs and broken her neck during the fall. She'd told him several times to fix that tear, but he'd just never found the time to get around to it.
Five years after her death, Mickey was still getting used to her being gone. He hadn't finished school since after she died, he was all alone and had to support himself. It was a shame, too, because he'd only had a little over a year left to go in order to finish his A-levels. He started working at the local garage when he was 17 to make a living for himself. He'd been dating Rose Tyler, an old family friend and probably the first serious relationship he'd ever really had in his life, for about a year at the point that his life took at drastic turn. He had been quite happy with the why things were going. But then He had to go and show up: The Doctor. Nothing but trouble from the on set. It was enough that Rose seemed to become obsessed with finding out about him, but being kidnapped by some type of living plastic thing via a man-eating garbage can just pushed it beyond bad to terrifying. Sure, things turned out all right in the end, but when Rose decided to leave with this Doctor, Mickey wasn't about to just sit around and wait for her to come back. He returned to the person they had talked to about the Doctor before, but when he talked to the man's wife, he found out that Clive had been killed by one of the living mannequins. She had been clearing out his stuff and said that Mickey was more than welcome to all of Clive's records on the Doctor, including his website. While Rose was gone, this was what he spent his time doing, going through all of these things, revamping the websites, and trying to find some trace of this Doctor with his Rose. Of course, after Rose had been gone a month, her mother began to panic. Another month and still nothing from her, and Mickey started to become accustomed to being dragged in by the police for occasional questioning. Girl goes missing, it's always the boyfriend that they finger first, but he didn't know what he could tell them. If he told them the truth, that Rose had disappeared in a big blue box with an alien who didn't really look like an alien, they'd lock him up in the loony bin before they could prosecute him for killing her. Five times he was pulled it and interrogated, but he never gave them anymore than he did the first time. He didn't mind dealing with the police, but when Jackie turned on him, that was more then he could take. Jackie had been a dear from of both his mother and grandmother and having her accusing him of murdering Rose, murdering the woman that he loved and was waiting to return was maddening. But then Rose showed back up, out of blue. Mickey only found out about it because he saw the Doctor from his balcony. The Doctor, a fine piece of work he was. Mickey loathed him, the first version, at least. Constantly getting his name wrong and when he did get it right, it always had "the Idiot" tacked onto the end. Of course, Mickey proved more than once to the Doctor that he was the exact opposite of an idiot. His computer skills saved the world from nuclear winter. And though, he'll never admit it, but hacking the controls for the government's missiles in order to bomb 10 Downing Street was probably one of the most exciting things he'd ever done. That was, until the Doctor returned with a different face. After that, life just got that much more complicated for Mickey. After the whole situation at Christmas, Mickey made it a priority not only to keep an eye out for references to the Doctor in his observations but just about anything that seemed off base. The first real hit that he got on the radar was at a school who was experiencing some rather sudden restructuring and odd test scores. Big bat people and a woman with a tin dog were not exactly the things he'd been expecting. At least the woman, Sarah Jane Smith, turned out to be something Mickey could use to point out the Doctor's faults. He was just like every other guy who had a sorted past and neglected to share it. He wasn't special at all, not the way Rose had been trying to paint him out to be. In fact, he proved that even more solidly when Mickey left to travel with them by falling for a woman other than Rose. He was just another guy, male to the core despite the extra bits and the exceedingly long lifespan. However, as a traveler, Mickey was beginning to feel like a third wheel. He was always trailing after them, doing the things that ended up getting him out of the way, and being intentionally or unintentionally ignored. He was getting extremely frustrated with being taken for granted. With Rose, it was always the Doctor first. And with the Doctor...well, let's just say, if they ever ended up in a situation where the Doctor had to pick one of them to save, Mickey was certain he'd end up worm food. Other than that, he was certainly starting to understand what Rose meant about seeing things that he could never imagine. Things were going fine. That was, until they ended up getting pulled somewhere that they were supposed to go and the TARDIS died. Mickey didn't think he'd ever been more scared in his life. They could have been anywhere, and they were stuck there. But, when it turned out where they were stuck was basically London, Mickey was intrigued. It was not their London, but it was a London nonetheless where apparently, Pete was still alive. Rose, naturally, wanted to see him despite the Doctor forbidding her to. Mickey was slightly enraged that the Doctor seemed so sure that Rose was going to run off into temptation, but didn't even bother to think about what he had to see, what could be true about him in this reality. His parents could still be together. His grandmother could still be alive. There were so many different possibilities that it left his mind swimming. So when Rose took off to go see Pete, Mickey took the chance to run off himself. He knew that the Doctor would never try and stop him. It was always about Rose, after all. The one thing that he had to see was his Gran. He had to see if she was all right, if she was still alive. He took the most direct route that he could remember and despite the presence of a checkpoint that he didn't remember and some news of a curfew, he didn't stop or turn back. When he saw that she was there, it took everything in him not to cry. The guilt washed over him. It was his fault that his version was gone. It was his fault she'd died. And now that he had twenty-four hours with her again, he wasn't going to waste it. Even if she was calling him Ricky. Sadly, he wasn't given much choice. Hauled into a van by people who seemed to know him (or at least, this Ricky version of him), Mickey managed to stay calm. They didn't seem to want to hurt him, even if the information they were feeding him made no sense. Him? London's Number One Most Wanted? WHAT THE HELL FOR?! It all came almost too fast for him to process. An evil genius, an organization bent on stopping him, demented robots, mass murder, witnessing "himself" die, it was all like something out of a comic but real and so much more horrible. The only way to get out of this alive was to stop it. When they reached the conversion plant, Mickey listened as the Doctor gave everyone their assignments. Once again, it was like he wasn't even there. That was the last straw. He was sick of being shoved into the background, dissed, ditched, treated like he was only needed when all other options were expended. And he was sick of being called an idiot. He was going to help Jake take out that transmitter if it was the last thing he did. As it turned out, even an idiot who's good with computers can save the world. Once the transmitter was done and the Doctor tipped him off to the key, it only took a matter of seconds for Mickey to work out the number that was required in order to take out the Cybermen operation. After making a rather miraculous escape, Mickey came to the conclusion that he had to stay. He couldn't just abandon people who needed him, who needed his help for two people who didn't really need him around. His Gran, the Preachers, the fight, it was all worth sticking around and sticking it out. Hell, even Jake, who wasn't exactly the most personality person on the face of the earth, became a pretty good mate, probably the best male one Mickey'd ever had. When the Cybermen suddenly disappeared one day, after battling them for so long, they all set out to find them. With Torchwood revamped, the whole team set their minds to figuring out what happened. When the breach was discovered, Mickey was the first to volunteer to go ahead. He knew the world, after all. He could get along better than the rest of them. And besides, if it meant a chance to see Rose again.... He'd take the risks. He joined Torchwood One in London as a working hand and just waited, watching what they were doing. When the Cybermen appeared along with the Daleks, the battle was on. Mickey had matured a lot over the time that he'd been gone, and he had become a lot braver than he had been, willing to put himself in the middle of the fray rather than running. And that was where he found himself this time, smack in the middle of the war between Cybermen and Daleks. Luckily, the Doctor knew how to stop it. Traveling back to the alternative Earth along with Jackie and Rose, Mickey was devastated when Rose left them to go back to the battle. Honestly, he should have expected it, but... Eventually, Jackie convinced Pete to go back for her...and just in time, the way Pete tells it. Mickey is just relieved that they all got out of it all right. When Rose got the call from the Doctor to meet him at Bad Wolf beach, Mickey was hesitant to go, afraid that it would just make Rose's homesickness worse. But still, this was Rose. As independent as he'd gotten, he'd still go out of his way to do whatever he could to make her happy. So, he packed up the car and drove her, Pete, Jackie, and himself out to the beach to wait. As he feared, the meeting only made things worse. While Rose worked to get herself together, Mickey went for a wall along the beach to clear his mind only to end up falling through time without help. |
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