Post by alexandraya on Jan 14, 2012 15:36:56 GMT -8
The Doctor.
name The Doctor (Eleven - tenth regeneration)
race Time Lord
gender Male
age 910 (or so he says "The thing I keep banging on about is that he doesn't know what age he is. He's lying. How could he know, unless he's marking it on a wall? He could be 8,000 years old, he could be a million. He has no clue. The calendar will give him no clues."-Moffat)
residence Time and Relative Dimensions In Space (AKA TARDIS AKA Sexy)
hair Dark brown
eyes Green
height 1.8meters or 5'11"
other His posture is just a little off, not quite normal, though it is hard to pin down quite why.
personality "He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and can see the turn of the universe. and... he's wonderful." The Family of Blood He can be furious, and cold; he is mad and fantastic. He can go from excited six-year-old to eternally ancient warrior in a matter of moments. Do not upset him, do not go after the ones he loves, he will find you, and make you regret it. He is as confident as he is corny, he is as awkward as a prepubescent boy, and fierce as an over protective father. He is beloved and loving, and lonely, so very lonely.
miscellaneous
history The Doctor, from the planet Gallifrey, in the constellation Kasterborous. He was a member for the Deca, a class form the Academy that produced a large number of Renegade Time Lords (read: they all were). Around his 250th year he borrowed a TARDIS--as she stole him--and ran away to see the universe. He has journeyed through the stars since, always coming back to Earth, a planet and people he loves. The Doctor has protected them for years with out their knowing, with out their thanks; save for the select few whom he meets, whom he takes with him, whose lives he touches and changes forever. But they can never stay. Be it death or fear, or his own insecurities he always leaves them behind one day--he has to move on, to move forward.
Sometime during his seventh regeneration (The Eighth Doctor) he was forced to make a horrid choice. To save the universe, to end a war he had to destroy his own people. The Time War was raging across the centuries, eliminating everything in its path. And it had to end. He had to end it. And so he did, his own people, locked forever in time--fighting an impossible battle--he had to committed genocide, of two species, and it struck him. A great sadness covered him for a time--darkening his thoughts, his dreams. And then he met her: Rose Tyler, and he loved her, but like the others, she too was taken from him. He kept on, Martha, and Donna, Wilf, each new friend building him back up, lifting him--so slowly--from the darkness. And still he lost them, each of them made him better and he in his turn made them stronger.
He regenerated for the tenth time, crashing into the small village of Ledworth. And there he met little miss Amelia Pond. Amelia Pond the Girl Who Waited. 14 years later he whisked her off onto adventures. She became his best friend along with her husband, Rory Williams: Rory the Roman. And they ran through the stars. But the Doctor knows he will loose them too some day, he always does. There is one other, their daughter. The fantastic amazing Melody Pond, River Song. The Doctors wife. But they are going opposite directions through time, meeting here and there-dancing and running never stopping. But the worse thing is, he knows how it all ends, he knows how she dies...but he loves her, and he always will--till the end.
roleplay sample
The Doctor looked up from fiddling with the wires under Sexy's main console. He cocked his head listening.
There it was again.
A faint ringing, like a mobile. He shoved his goggles down around his neck and hopped off the blue swing. As he skittered up the glass steps the noise stopped. There was some beeping on the other end of the line and then that daft message he had set up ages ago played. And then someone on the other end began to speak.
He didn't know the voice, but they clearly knew him. The caller never gave his name, but he sounded scared and he was asking the Doctor for help. And so he did.
Within moments the Doctor was dancing around flicking leavers and turning knobs, and soon he was rushing through the vortex.
