Post by THE DOCTOR on Mar 8, 2010 22:32:48 GMT -5
THE DOCTOR
IN-CHARACTER
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FULL NAME:The Doctor
NICKNAMES: Doctor I suppose
DATE OF BIRTH: Time is such an irrelevant thing really. . . let's just call it a long time ago, shall we?
AGE: 975
SPECIES: Time Lord
ABILITIES: Regnerative capabilities, the mental capacity of a genius and I say that with all conceivable modesty, use of the sonic screwdriver, did I mention I can open the tardis with a snap of the fingers.
FANDOM: Doctor Who
PERSONALITY:Ahhh how to begin. I suppose I could describe myself as rude, but not exceedingly so: blunt is how I should describe myself really. Right to the point, no mucking about, trying to fancily word things. All right maybe a little fancy wording, but you get the idea. I love a good laugh as much as the next person, but there is a time and a place for everything. I just happen to be able to find almost any time to make a clever remark or witty comeback call it a gift.
I'm sort of brilliant, if I can be honest. There's no shame in being honest either: it's beneficial to know your good qualities. Of course, I've had years and years. . .and years to learn everything I know. If it's something involving intellect or mechanics or any alien species, I'm the man -well time lord- for the job. I'm a fast learner and I never forget anything, which is something of bother after you've lived long enough.
I may have a few social issues. Not that I have problem in social settings: I love humans. You lot are my very favourite species. I just enjoy watching you from afar, interacting with you insofar as to make sure you don't get yourselves annihilated, but not letting myself get attached. That's where the danger lies. I've been alone for centuries, alone with the knowledge that I had forever trapped my own people and ensured that I was the sole survivor of my race. I've only grown close to a few individuals and fallen truly in love with even less. Though I'm beginning to wonder if everyone I get close to doesn't end up worse off for it: Rose, Mickey and even Jackie in another dimension, Jack dead first and now a fixed point in time, Madam de Pompadour. . . I could go on, but I won't for time's sake.
HISTORY:My history? Oh where to begin there? I was born with a caul, which was advertised for sale, in the newspapers, at the low price of fifteen guineas. Whether sea-going people were short of money about that time, or were short of faith and preferred cork jackets, I dunno. . but hang on. That's David Copperfield, sorry. I suppose I could start with my childhood on Gallifrey, tell you about my parents, about what I saw when I was made to look in the Untempered Schism, or even days back when the Master wasn't the Master at all - merely a playmate of mine who kept me company when my parents were away at counsel meetings. But those things aren't important.
Let's start from my most recent regeneration, shall we? Just after Rose took in all that Dalek energy and sort of exploded it all over, changing Jack and everything, I absorbed energy from the time vortex and was forced to regenerate to keep myself from dying. When I woke up I found myself in a new form, skinnier admittedly but not bad looking: the new nose was nice even if I wasn't a ginger. At any rate, I woke up, thanks surprisingly to Jackie Tyler's tea mix and saved the world from certain doom: not bad for a man in his jim jams, eh? Not to mention Harriett Jones. Ah, dear Harriett who took the fate of a species into her own hands. As was only fit, I had to set about her eventual downfall. It only took a few words, undisclosed words to bring her down.
Though I'd rather not discuss this Rose Tyler cannot be avoided in my history. She made her way into my world and yet as always seems to happen, she couldn't stay. For her own safety, she had to be taken to an alternate reality. At least there she has her mum and dad - who hadn't died there. She's got a version of me that can grow old and die with her as well - ahh there I go getting ahead of myself again. I loved her, I can say that with certainty now, though I was deprived of the opportunity to tell her. After Rose I met the ever talented Martha Jones.
If you believe it Martha Jones was a certified doctor in medicine. I took her with me on a few runs as a bit of a test. I was determined not to let another person get close to me after the loss of the only three people I had grown close to recently. I seem to excel at proving myself wrong. Martha Jones became my new companion as I travelled around meeting the likes of the great bard himself: delightful man, absolutely brilliant with a genius that never ceases to absolutely astound me. Just before we parted ways, I was reunited with two people from my past: Captain Jack Harkness and the Master. We traveled to the end of the universe and found the Master only to have him regenerated and become prime minister of Martha's local time. We had to set up a sort of convoluted plan when things took a turn for the worse: may I never live to look that old, but one thing led to another and I was . . . let's say incapacitated for a year or so, but let's not dwell on that. Martha played her part spectacularly and my only regret in the end was the Master's death. I tried to avoid it, but in the end he refused to regenerate. I suppose I really am the last of my kind now.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Louis hadn't really been expecting his words to have such an impact on Lestat, but if he wasn't mistaken --and considering all the details his vampire eyes could pick up on, he was fairly certain he wasn't-- Lestat was smiling at them. He seemed relieved, assured even, by them. He returned the smile. It was times like this that Louis was reminded that despite his bravado, Lestat had fears and insecurities like the rest of them. Well perhaps, not like the rest of them, but still.
He felt relief as well as Lestat assured him that he did he did still want him to stay with him. He had known he at least wanted his company from time to time, someone to return to when he came back to New Orleans, when he'd offered to let him come live with him after Lestat had burnt down his little house. It was just, odd for him, was all. The question 'why' kept making its way through his mind. It had always plagued him if he really thought about it. Why him? He could have any number of partner now, assuming they could handle his temperment for more than a year or two and weren't too independent. He could have chosen anyone in New Orleans that night too, and yet he chose him. . . .why? He almost chuckled at the thought: "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, he walked into mine." He'd always thought the line from that movie had been made cliche and yet it seemed fitting for them.
As Lestat went on about what might have happened had another vampire stumbled upon him that night Louis suppressed a chuckle. Or just given me what I'd been seeking: a sudden death," he thought. That would have ended his story rather abruptly and altered a few others in circulation. He supposed, in the grand scheme of things, not much would have been changed, but for Lestat... well he might have been saved years of emotional and physical suffering. "Lucky for me, you did," he replied. He meant it too. It had taken him a little while, well perhaps a long while, to come to terms with thing, but he was grateful that he had been given the "dark gift" He knew he would never have met any of the vampires he now knew and could count his friends and knew he might never have learned or discovered half the thing he had without it. So he couldn't answer one little "why." If Lestat was content to spend eternity with him, then who was he to deny him that?
Louis felt a prickling of discomfort after he had spoken. Lestat remained silent for just a bit longer than he might have liked. Had he said anything to cause a shift in his mood? It was times like this that he cursed the link between a maker and a fledgling. It would have been so much easier if he could just listen to the other man's thoughts. Suddenly he was being embraced by Lestat, pulled in tightly. Lestat seemed to have a knack for taking him completely by surprise like this. After the moment of initial surprise had worn off, he raised arms and wrapped them around Lestat's back. He smiled fondly, though from his position he doubted the other man could see it, at Lestat's words. "It's good to be home," he returned, lifting his right hand to rest gently on blond curls that now obscured his shoulder.
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NAME/ALIAS: liz / lizardbreath
AGE: 21
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 7 years
CONTACT: aim
FUN FACT!I umm. . . cosplay like the wind? Also I have a sonic screwdriver! [/BLOCKQUOTE]
