A Rather Contradictory Ginger

As I stepped out of my TARDIS, I saw a girl with unruly, long red hair. She was sitting on a bench, in a park, drawing a detailed portrait of a man. As I took a few steps closer, I noticed that the picture she was drawing, was a picture me. On her notebooks she had doodles and sketches of little cartoon aliens and spaceships. Papers spilling out in every which way, mostly drawings, but the occasional peice of homework would slip out between the rest. She had everything very put together, in the most disorganized way possible. The wind pulled her hair in multiple directions, but it seems she just agreed to let it do its' own thing. I walked over and sat down next to her, though she did not seem to notice, never losing focus on her drawing. She seemed very concentrated, but every so often she stopped and stared at her shoes, with the most absent minded stare. Almost as if she was in a completely different universe. She was pulled out of her apparent day dream when I said hello. Avoiding my eyes, she replied with a friendly hello, but in the most distant way. Her personality seemed to contradict itself quite a bit. I asked her for her name, and at that moment- she realized who I was. Her eyes got huge and her mouth dropped open slightly. Her cheeks turned red as she frantically stuffed away the drawing, which coincidentally was of the man sitting next to her. We began to chat, and slowly the shy and distant red head seemed to become significantly more vocal. She had a plethora of thoughts and opinions to share, but still avoided eye contact most of the time.

I invited her to travel through time and space with me, and she obviously said yes.

My trusty companion loved adventure, and danger, and the adrenaline rush, and being absolutely reckless. However at the same time she wanted the feeling of safety, she didn't like being vulnerable, and she didn't like the idea of dying. On the other hand, she was not at all scared of dying. She could quite possibly be one of the most contradictory people I have ever traveled with. She was incredibly disorganized, but had everything in the right order. She was shy, but strangely talkative once you got her going on something. Confident yet self conscious. Absolutely mental, but also relatively sane. She wanted nothing more than to see the whole world, but never wanted to get out of bed.