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Fandom and muse name of muse you are applying for: Torchwood, Gwen Cooper
Challenge One: Evidence
Bloody Torchwood, Gwen thinks. Certainly no police, certainly no police process. Sometimes she feels that she’d give up the adventure just to regain the small amount of dignity she fears she lost when she took off her uniform.
That thought lingers in her head for fleeting seconds before she banishes it completely.
She can’t blame them, though. Chasing the creatures of nightmare and preventing world domination on the part of volatile alien races doesn’t leave much time for playing CSI. Tosh did what she could with the computers, and Owen seemed capable enough when he wasn’t nursing a hangover or God-know-what-else. Regardless of their apparent deficiency in understanding the judicial system, there wasn’t anyone out there who would argue with Torchwood’s burden of proof, or, rather, lack-thereof.
That, and she’s not sure she wants to see Jack try to fingerprint a weevil.
Still, she can’t help but wonder how much they’ve got wrong, because they don’t do it the way everyone else does. They function on instinct and assumption, and even if the law doesn’t particularly condone that sort of thing, Torchwood isn’t exactly punished for it, either. She dwells on the Brecon Beacons disappearances, and how they were so convinced it was nothing but alien meddling. It took her getting shot and the whole team nearly getting their faces eaten off to understand the true and utter depth of human evil.
Then she had watched the police milling about the place, collecting their evidence and preparing their case, so humans could look upon humans and decide their punishment for atrocities that she couldn’t even name. Meanwhile, Torchwood disposes of alien pests and makes their human victims disappear, with no need to prove their cases or defend their actions. It’s everything she was trained to disapprove of, everything that was in her nature to despise. You can’t have a case without proof, you can’t have proof without evidence. That was a process she had fully believed.
But she also once believed there was no such thing as aliens, or alien tech, or rifts in time and space that ran through the center of Cardiff. And Torchwood had shown her otherwise.
So she does the next best thing. She shoulders her dignity without her uniform, and hopes they never lose sight of doing what is right. She believes she can rest knowing she has done everything in her power to defend the human race. Because when the dawn breaks again over a thriving city, and children can walk the streets with that much less fear of what may lie in the shadows, that is all the evidence she really needs.
Challenge Two: Introduction
Hiya, I'm Gwen. Gwen Cooper, or Williams, I guess, seeing as I recently married my wonderful boyfriend of years and years, Rhys. We live in a flat in Cardiff and he manages a lorry business and…
Well, I guess I'm not really here to talk about him, am I? I have a complicated life, due to a very complicated job. It's a bit dangerous, too. I'm not supposed to talk about it, but sometimes it's hard not to. What can I tell you about it? Well, I suppose can say a bit. I work for a special operations unit. We drive a really big, black SUV, and we get into a lot of trouble, and drink even more coffee. We also save the world, generally everyday. Even on weekends, which Rhys does not always appreciate.
But believe me, it's made my life quite an adventure, and I wouldn't change it for anything.
For a while I wanted a normal life; children, a proper house one day, all of that. Then, one day, everything I knew about the world changed. I’ve seen strange things, horrible things… the monsters that lie in the shadows. Now, a normal life seems so small.
I help save the world from monsters, and I love it.