So the Doctor needs a new companion, and I figured who is better to make one for him than me? This was the result, and I hope you enjoy it.
Isilee Duke was walking down the street. She looked rather bored as she checked behind every building, not finding anything. She had refused to leave the street or surrounding streets all day, and was becoming more than a little worried that he wasn't coming. In hindsight, she probably should have made more sure that he even would come. After all, he didn't need her specifically and what would someone like him care if she had to live with a little disappointment? All the same, she hoped that he would keep his word. It wasn't everyday you got an opportunity like this one.
It was nearly midnight and she was becoming very tired, losing any hope she had. But then something happened. There was a noise, a glorious and familiar noise that woke her right up. She spun around, searching for the source of it, but not yet seeing anything. The wind blew harder (causing more than a few leaves to get stuck in her hair) and then, like a miracle there appeared a blue police box.
She hasn't seen the thing for ages. Well actually it had only been three years, but it seemed like so long ago. That had been one of the best days of her life and she had been marking off the time until today on a calendar ever since. It was all Isilee could do to stop herself from running to it and opening the doors. She didn't have to wait long before they swung open anyway, and a man stepped out.
He was not overly tall, though he towered over the girl who had now run down the street and tackled him in a hug that would have knocked him down if not for the blue box keeping him upright. He had brown hair that was done in a very strange style and a long face with cheekbones that stuck out in a rather strange manner. He wore a brown suit jacket with black denim jeans, a buttoned shirt, suspenders, and a bow-tie. No one really knew his name, and the few who did would never tell you if you asked. Everyone just called him 'The Doctor.'
"Nice to see you too, Icy." The Doctor said, after regaining the breath she had just knocked out of him.
"I thought you weren't coming! You have no idea ho glad I am that you're here." It took her another moment to notice his calling her 'icy' and she added, "It's Isilee, Doctor. Isi is fine too, I suppose, but it's ISI the 's' sounds like a 'z', remember?"
"My mistake Icy. You've grown since last time... What was it again? Three years ago? For you it was, right? It's so hard to remember all this time stuff you know. All confusing and wibbly."
Isi sighed, but decided not to correct him. She even chose to ignore his comment about her growing, which wasn't true at all. She hadn't grown an inch since she had seen him. She was the same girl with the long face and the green eyes. The only thing that had changed much at all was her hair which had gotten even more poofy, if that was possible, and grown a few inches.
Isilee was 18 years old, and measured only 5'2" she was about average in weight, and quite clumsy frequently tripping over nothing at all. Her hair was a strange color like it couldn't decide if it wanted to be all strawberry blonde or all brown. It was wavy and very large, almost half of what looked to be her head wasn't even her head, but the poofy mass of hair that she could never get to stay in a style. Her face was long, and a bit wide in comparison to the rest of her, with green/grey eyes that always had dark circles under them no matter how much sleep she got.
At first glance she wasn't someone to take notice of, and even really at second or third or a hundredth, but she liked to thinker personality made up for everyone could remember this many facts about useless things and be as her-ish as she was. Plus, the Doctor must like her, and if he thought that she was okay then she was happy. He must have had thousands of possible options to travel with him, and he had chosen her.