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[rereremembered]

Player Information
Name: Keri
Contact: keriseda
Current Characters: DG

Character Information
Name: Fitz Kreiner
Canon: Doctor Who (expanded universe)
Age:33
Canon Point: between the books History 101 and Camera Obscura
History: Fitz is baffling, here's me trying to make it all logical:

Fitz was born in London in in 1936, his mother English and his father a German liberal who fled his homeland when Hitler came to power. When the Blitz started he and his family were tormented mercilessly by their neighbors, to the point where his mother refused to send Fitz to the countryside for fear of what would be done to him. Even so, the neighborhood kids celebrated V-E Day by kicking him down the street, and he suffered persecution for his heritage well into his adult life.

His father died when he was quite young and his mother was institutionalized for her mental illness when he was in his teens, forcing Fitz into foster care. He finished school and began an inglorious career filled with dead-end jobs which he supplemented by playing guitar under the stage name "Fitz Fortune." His life was going nowhere slowly, until the age of twenty-seven when he met the Doctor and Samantha Jones. Through a complicated series of events it was discovered that his mother's madness was the result of alien interference. The ensuing adventure left Mrs. Kreiner dead and Fitz a prime suspect in her murder. What better way to leg it than in a time machine? It took a while for Fitz to adapt to life aboard the TARDIS. He frequently felt left out of close bond the Doctor and Sam shared, to the point where he left for a while (1967-1969) to be with a girl.

Then there was a confusing mess involving Faction Paradox, the chaos-worshipping Time Lord voodoo cult. Yes, really. They captured Fitz, and while the Doctor was too busy to rescue him he...joined their ranks. A copy of Fitz was also created, and when this copy died it was "remembered" back into being by people who had known the copy. This process was repeated until the Doctor met the many-times-diluted and only vaguely Fitzish Fitz-clone and, thinking the original Fitz was dead, had the TARDIS remember him back into all of his Fitzy glory.

This pissed off the original Fitz quite a bit, but he's dead now so whatever. It should be noted that canon is noncommittal on exactly why Fitz 2.0 is so much more agreeable than Original Recipe, but it is hinted that the TARDIS may have just remembered him nicer.

At roughly this point Sam left and the Doctor carried on traveling with Fitz and a bitchy redhead named Compassion who turned into a TARDIS. Which was handy since the original TARDIS got destroyed. The Doctor and Fitz traveled around in Compassion while being pursued across time and space by crazy flapper President Romana, who wanted to use Compassion to breed more humanish TARDISes to fight a time war. No, not that one, another one. In any case Gallifrey still got exploded (or erased from time, depending on the author), the Doctor got dumped in the 1890s to recover, and Compassion left Fitz in 2001 to wait for him before buggering off to parts unknown.

There is good news and bad news when Fitz finds the Doctor: on the one hand the original TARDIS has regrown itself. On the other the Doctor has amnesia and doesn't remember Fitz, or how to operate his timeship. However he is Doctorish enough to take on Anji Kapoor as a new companion, and the three of the continue on knocking about the universe. The Doctor wants adventure, Anji wants to go home, and Fitz wants to make sure the Doctor's lost memories STAY lost as the trauma of remembering might kill him. Fitz takes this time to come to terms with the fact that he is a clone of himself, with marginal success.

The trio go on to have many adventures, visiting planets of cartoons and fairy tales, places where time is used as a weapon, and spend a year and a half in an eighteenth century brothel. Most recently they ended up in Spain during its civil war to find out who or what was changing how events were perceived. Fitz went to Guernica to get a first hand account, turned thirty-three, and decided it was time he had an adventure of him own.


Personality:
Fitz's personality was largely shaped by his early childhood. As a half-German growing up in London during the second world war, he had to develop many defense mechanisms to survive the abuse he and his family were subjected to. Beneath his flippant, apathetic surface persona is a core of cynical disillusionment, and at the center of that core he's internalized much of the hatred that's been flung at him. He carries around a lot of self-doubt, and is very privately certain that he is inherently "not good enough."

For most of Fitz’s life he has wanted to be anyone but himself. He tends to vanish into fantasies where he's the suave, dashing hero who always gets the girl, instead of the hopeless, scrawny loser who never had a chance. Traveling with the Doctor, being the hero (or the hero's loyal sidekick) and saving people and planets has helped him realize his own worth. The Doctor gave Fitz a chance to start over and heal some of the scars of his youth by helping others, and to a degree it has worked. Sticking up for the downtrodden comes naturally to Fitz, and he is especially protective of children and animals.

He's quick with a wisecrack and generally doesn't take things too seriously, very much an overgrown kid. If given the choice he would rather mooch around parties, get smashed, and chat up girls than fight alien baddies. That said he's hardly the womanizer he makes himself out to be, if anything he's more of a hopeless romantic who falls in love too easily. He's looking to fill the lonely void in his life but still isn't quite sure how to go about it.

Very, very quietly, Fitz is also a bit of a nerd. He makes many references to the fantasy and early science fiction books he read in his youth, and when choosing an alias he tends to go with the names of famous spies and detectives. He possesses a surprising amount of common sense and a practical sort of intelligence, not that he'd appreciate hearing that. No matter how long he hangs around with (and hero-worships, and wants to be) the Doctor, Fitz still firmly believes it is better to be cool than smart.

Camp Information
Parent: Dionysus, there really is no other choice. He's got the fondness for booze and partying, the penchant for play-acting, the addictive personality (oh God he is going to hate not having his cigarettes), the family history of madness, it all just adds up. Toss in his occasional side-eyeing of hero-hood and yup. Dionysus all day erry day.

Skills: Ability to turn liquids into alcohol (usually beer), growing/summoning grape vines, and the ability to alter how other perceive him (as discussed here). With this he can make himself seem more intimidating (or harmless, as the case may be) and in rare instances could briefly cause others to mistake him for someone else.
Appearance: n/a

Samples
First Person/Journal Sample:

I've prayed for mobile reception on more than one occasion, but this is a little extreme.

[ the speaker's a shifty-looking bloke, all wide grey eyes, stubbly chin, and rueful smile. Fitz is mooching around outside the Big House, casually checking things out, doing companion things. snooping, if you will. ]

So. We're "mostly" safe from harm here, yeah? I actually appreciate the honesty, there was this one planet we landed on that the Doctor said was perfectly safe. Populated by giant intelligent budgies, cutest creatures you ever did see, spent their days rolling around these balls with bells in them and admiring themselves in the mirror.

Then someone - not me, I wasn't even there - accidentally knocked over a ceremonial cuttlefish bone. Nearly got my arm nipped off and...not to go into details but at a certain size bird poop does not bring good luck. What I'm getting at is...

[ his expression goes a bit serious and he briefly glances iver his shoulder at the house. ]

The fab new powers, the campfire songs, the flying horses, it's all well and good but they brought us here for a reason. Sooner or later feathers are gonna fly, so mind your heads so's they don't get crapped on.

Third Person/Log Sample:

Fitz has been pacing the length of the cabin and twiddling with a pen between his fingers for several minutes now. Occasionally he'll bring the pen halfway to his lips, then swear and lower it again.

This is not the first time he's been cruelly deprived of cigarettes. Some planets just don't have tobacco products, and some times (looking at you, early 21st century) deem smoking socially unacceptable. Right now, though, he's fairly certain he could fight through two Minotaur and the Loch Ness bloody Monster for a pack of Camels.

How can they expect him to cope with the fact that his father is a ruddy god from Olympus and not a sickly old man from Leipzig without nicotine? Social services must intervene here, surely. At least he has beer on demand, though he's sure indulging in that is frowned upon. There are kids around and he's got to do his best to be a good influence.

That notion just increases his need for relief and he flops dramatically onto his bunk with a groan before addressing the ceiling.

"Doctor, I'm sorry I never took you up on those patches or the gum or the hypnotism or whatever alien gizmos you had in mind to help me quit. If you get me out of here right now I'll go through with it." Pause. "Even if Anji pulls that smug face of hers, I'll do it, I promise."

Of course the TARDIS fails to appear; the old girl probably caught him pointedly not saying when he planned to make good on his vow. Fine, great, thanks to withdrawal he's going to be twitchy and snappish, and thanks to his shoddy lung capacity he'll probably on the ground wheezing whilst a bunch of teenagers run literal rings around him. Hasn't he suffered enough indignities in his life?

"Sod it," he mutters and pops the pen between his lips. "All right, curtain's up. What is this now, Act Four? Five? Let's get on with it."