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NAME: Jenny
ALIASES: Rosamund Mary Smith. Mary Morstan. Mary Watson.
DATE OF BIRTH: 24 July 6012
PLACE OF BIRTH: Messaline
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, 21st Century
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
HAIR COLOUR: Blonde
EYE COLOUR: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'4"
BIRTHMARKS/SCARS: Secret tattoo
PERSONALITY: She was very intelligent, cunning and calculating, a tactical adept. She was also an excellent markswoman, a crack shot with small handguns, showing reflexes and perfect timing, able to shoot a hole in a fifty-pence coin, but failing to hit the centre. She also had a photographic and extensive memory.

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones



Status: Married
Whom: John Watson
Dated: 00/00/0000
Engaged: 00/00/0000
Married: 00/00/0000

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Characters: Mary Morstan, Mary Watson
Verses: Sherlock, Doctor Who
Playbys: Amanda Abbington
Member Since:July 14, 2013










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Mary Elizabeth Watson


What are you going to do? Tell my Dad?



I've got a whole universe


the past
The dust hurt her eyes. The flames scorched her skin. Every cell of her body was screaming in agony as she crawled out of the mangled wreckage that used to be her shuttle craft. A sharp piece of metal dug into her hip, cutting through her trousers and into her flesh, and she cried out to no one. With sheer grit and determination, Jenny hoisted herself out of the shattered window, pulling her backpack behind her. The metal drags down her side, splitting open her flesh, while small splinters of glass embedded them-self into her flesh. A cry of pain left her as she rolled onto the grass, looking on in horror as her faithful shuttle burned internally. She shuffled backwards, her eyes still fixed on the damaged metal contraption, as sparks began to fly, occasionally hitting her. She attempted to rise to her feet, agony coursing through her body as she placed her right foot to the floor. She stumbled, falling forward but managing to stop her face hitting the solid ground. She moved away from the craft, her movement somewhere between a crawl and a walk as she attempted to ease the weight placed on her right leg. She was no more than 20 feet away, she heard a loud explosion as her beloved ship broke apart.

Jenny covered her head as metal flew about the field, shrapnel raining down around her. A sharp piece flew into her arm, cutting into flesh, hitting bone. She hissed in pain, looking at the piece. Part of the serial number for her ship. With a hiss, she pulled the metal from her arm, reading the letters upon it before throwing it aside. The letters AGRA stick in her mind as she stops moving, and sits down, staring at the ship. She's losing blood, she can feel that. Lots of blood, pooling from her wounds, sticking to her clothes, staining it.

She stares at her hands as they begin to glow, energy pooling around her fingers. She's regenerating. She knows that without having to be told. This is what it means to be a Time Lord. She hopes she gets to stay blonde. She does like blonde. Her eyes squeeze shut as the glowing energy covers her body, changing it, manipulating it. It hurts. She didn't expect that. Her bones change shape, her entire insides twisting, becoming new. The only thing that remains the same is her hearts, beating constantly throughout the whole process.

She's no longer Jenny when the process is done. Jenny needs to disappear. By the time she reaches the nearest town, the name Alexandra is in her head. That's where she'd been last, after all. Alexandria, where she had sipped wine with Cleopatra herself before the odd two-headed demon had attacked the city. Jenny had done as her father would have. She destroyed the being, but was exiled by the last Queen of Egypt. She had been Jenny then. She would never be Jenny again.

She's thankful she saved her backpack when she finally settles down within a hotel. A card with unlimited universal credits and a device that can give her an entirely new life have survived the journey. She leaves all that behind, for now, as she sinks into hot bubbly water, sipping a hot cup of tea. She studies herself in detail when the water finally becomes cold enough to force her from the soothing bath. Her face isn't much different, though it's certainly not the same. She kept her blue eyes, and her cheekbones are something to be desired. She looks about eighteen years old, and thick, dark hair rests around her shoulders. She'll need new clothes. The ones she has are covered in blood, and ripped, but they'll have to do until she can get to some shops. Five minutes with her machine tells her she's landed on Earth, in America, along the east coast in 1992. The technology and connections she'll need don't exist yet. She's so far away from home.

Rosamund Mary Alexandra, that's the name she settles on. She tries her best to keep life interesting, as interesting as it can be without travel through time and space anyway. Mentally, she curses herself for wiring the vortex manipulator given to her by a time agent into her shuttle's control panel. It made travelling through time easier, less draining, but now she was stuck in one time. She'd have to take the slow route like everyone else. She picks up the American accent easily. Accents were never that difficult.

Joining the CIA isn't even a decision. It has everything she is and needs. She was born for war, it's built into her DNA, and she easily becomes the greatest shot working for the organisation. Occasionally she feels guilty. Not for the killings, but because she doesn't feel guilty about the killings. This isn't her fight. It doesn't matter to her who wins and who loses. Humans are funny creatures, and she has lost everything that is good.

They send her to Russia undercover. The flight bores her, and she tries to remember how the stars looked as she passed them in her shuttle. Her eyes drift closed, and she envisions other planets, the other species, the worlds she saved. It hits her then, causes pain in her very hearts. She used to be different. She remembers it, how good it felt. Perhaps she still has some good in her. Her father's voice echoes in her ear, telling her that she has a choice. Before the plane lands, that choice has been made.

Mary is much easier to become than she had expected. Alexandra is dead, lost to the Russians after she failed to kill her target. Or so they think. This time, she decides to take a different route, leaving the assassin, the soldier behind. Nursing calls to her, and she answers. It takes her three hours to learn everything she needs to learn, and less than half that time to forge all the relevant documents. She leaves a paper trail in the heart of government files, records of her birth, her schooling, her previous jobs. It doesn't take her long to find a job.

For two years, she works at the same clinic. It's enjoyable but not entirely exciting. Every patient she helps makes her feel less guilty about those she killed until the guilt disappears almost entirely. She knows it's not right to feel this way, but she's not like other people. She gives in to human traditions quickly. She celebrates Christmas and birthdays, begins to date. She never thinks anything will come of it, but David manages to entertain her for two months.

She wasn't expecting to ever fall in love with a human.

Four years to the day of Mary's creation, her life changes forever. Four years to the day of Mary's creation, she becomes more human than she could ever hope to be. Because four years to the day of Mary's creation, John Watson enters her life.

the present
His voice causes her to smile as he whispers in her ear, his breath tickling her flesh. She's laughing then. Unexpectedly. And John pauses for a second, his fingers running circles over her flesh, soothing her soul briefly. Every minute she spends with John heals her deeper than she knew existed. Every moment in his company makes her forget the evil she once did. She's not a bad person. She knows that. She was never a bad person, she just forgot herself for a while there.

After a few months, he tells her about Sherlock, about the adventures they shared, and the pain he left in his wake. He's beginning to heal, he tells her, and it's all thanks to her. She pulls him into her arms then, and they stay entwined with one another until morning.

On their first anniversary, they lie on a blanket under the stars. Mary listens intently as John talks about how he's always wanted to travel the stars, and silently promises that she'll make it happen one day. She won't leave the planet without him, she decides. He's too important.

They've been dating for over 18 months by the time Sherlock returns. Mary isn't at all surprised to see him, but she feigns it for John's sake. She sees immediately that John and Sherlock need each other, and pushes them together. She actually likes Sherlock. He reminds her of her father, though slightly less sociable. It amuses her though. She likes it when he tries to deduce her, occasionally throwing unexpected things at him, if only to watch his face crinkle in puzzlement for a split second. It's ever so entertaining.

She hesitates slightly when John proposes to her. Not because she is unsure, but because she's not sure how he will react when he finds out about the things she's been hiding from him. Her life is dangerous, and she's sure he's no stranger to that, but she knows she could lose him if he found out. Still, she accepts, deciding to tell him later, if she needs to.

The message from CAM lights a fire in her that she's not felt in a while. She's dangerous, and ready to defend herself as much as she needs to. Then Sherlock tells her to take a pregnancy test, and she can't believe how stupid she's been. A baby is the last thing she needs right at that moment, straight after the danger from CAM alerts itself. A half human, half Time Lord, growing within her, full of unknowns and questions, and only one thing is certain to her at that moment. CAM has to be eliminated.

the future
Drabble about her baby here.

Planets to save, civilizations to rescue, creatures to defeat



And an awful lot of running to do.


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Tʜᴇ Dᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ's Dᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ's Friends Comments
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Eleventh Doctor

Aug 25th 2019 13:51


sure that soulns fine. feel free to send a starter whenever you like
вrαveнeαrt, cℓαra

Aug 25th 2019 13:45


Well, I think it’s brilliant honestly. Very eager to work something out. :3 
Eleventh Doctor

Aug 21st 2019 09:08


whoo who like the little bio segment there..*grins* not a problem sweetie. RL always comes before anything else. anytime you want to roleplay feel free to visit.
вrαveнeαrt, cℓαra

Aug 20th 2019 12:14


Oh hello~!
I must say, I love what you’ve done with the character and how you’ve sort of combined her with Mary from Sherlock. Very clever! I would love to work something out! :3 
𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱

Aug 20th 2019 00:34


Very interesting story. Would love to brainstorm something. (:
ʙᴏᴡᴛɪᴇs ⧓ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴏʟ

Aug 19th 2019 19:41


Jenny... Jenny... JENNY! Yes! It's wonderful to see you! I don't... I don't actually know where to begin if I'm honest. I like the..... *makes a circular motion around his face and then hers* the new... face. Threw me off a bit at first. But you're alive! Wonderful news, that is. I've been, you know, gallivanting about the universe as per usual. A lot of things happened, but really nothing new. Ah.... hm. This is slightly awkward. It's not every day the last Time Lord in existence meets his not-dead daughter. 
The "Woman"

Feb 27th 2019 18:20


I've heard that about this verse from several different others. 
Hopefully, someone will breathe new life into it. 
And I always wondered what would happen if Irene and Mary crossed paths. 
The "Woman"

Feb 26th 2019 17:30




Thank you so much for the add or request. If you don't know anything about my character or just want some simple chit-chat, I'm always around. Sometimes, Discord is the best way to get ahold of me so have a screen name. ^_^
The Woman#6120
I know how people feel about generic greetings but sometimes, it's the best way to break the ice. Hope to hear from you soon. 


Nerves of Steel

Jun 6th 2017 21:13


I'm playing serious catch up, after two convention weekends. So forgive the delay Mary.. Let's do dinner and shopping with little Rosie for starters then? Move it to messages though, since I'm always on my cell? Hugs from a Watson
Nerves of Steel

May 21st 2017 19:01


Finally a Mary to write with. I'm actually a fan you know :) That and we can go baby shopping!
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