Post by The ninth doctor on Aug 13, 2020 5:43:03 GMT
The Doctor,
"Lots of planets have a north!"
✧ THE BASICS,
ALIASES. John Smith, The Oncoming Storm, Mr. Spock (I blame Rose for that one)
AGE. 900, and a lot better looking than Yoda. But by human standards, I look to be in my late 30s or so.
SPECIES. Timelord
DOB. February, by a human calendar, probably. Could be November...
SEXUALITY. Buy me a drink
TIME OF ORIGIN. Anywhere, anywhen
PLACE/PLANET OF ORIGIN. Gallifrey
OCCUPATION. Mostly, a traveler, a wander really. I get into trouble, good trouble. Mostly.
APPEARANCE. 6 foot tall exactly, and I keep my brown hair in a short cut, don't like to fuss about with it. And unlike some versions of myself, I can actually manage to blend in, keeping it pretty simple with dark pants, boots, a few V-Neck shirts in various colors and what I've heard referred to as a U-Boat jacket. Simple, clean and I have pockets for what I need.
FACE CLAIM. Christopher Eccleston
✧ THE DEPTH,
PERSONALITY. As quick to crack a joke as he is to make an acerbic comment, he's a survivor. While he's still the Doctor at his core, a man who's always loved to explore the universe, unlock its mysteries, discover new things, he's also gone through a war and lost more than he'd care to say. He's done things he'd sworn he'd never do, seen things that no living being should ever have to see, and he carries all of that with him. Grief is rarely simple, and he carries a burden he wouldn't wish on anyone, a trauma he wouldn't even wish on the Daleks no matter how much he hates them. And he hates them more particularly than any other version of himself, he fought them in a way none of his previous selves had to. He's dealing with the after of the war, but not always well. Not that he'll let on of course, he'll put a smile on and be silly.
BIOGRAPHY. His regeneration came about because of the end of the war, but he's a little fuzzy on the exact details. In any case, he survived a war and went about doing what he'd always done before, traveling. Albeit, without anyone to travel with because he wanted to come to terms with what had happened, all the death he saw and caused in that war. That changed when he was on Earth to stop the Nestene Consciousness, again, and encountered Rose Tyler, saving her life and then proceeding to blow up her job, literally blowing up the department store where she worked at the time. She would save his life that day, and then proceed to change it after becoming the first person since the war to regularly travel with him.
Along the way he would meet her sort of boyfriend, Mickey Smith, whom he'd sometime disparage by calling Rickey, her mother, the fearsome Jackie Tyler, and Captain Jack Harkness, all of whom would become important to him, though he would never outright admit that to any of them. He'd encounter the Daleks again and come to terms with the darker parts of him that he'd prefer to pretend he'd left behind in the war, save the world a couple of times, the universe... and rediscover just how much he enjoyed living, dancing. He'd even save lives in the middle of the London Blitz, a bright spot in a dark moment. Then would come the understanding of the words 'Bad Wolf' and a regeneration, saving Rose's life by taking the energy of the vortex from her.
OTHER/MEDICAL INFORMATION. Aspirin allergy, if injured grievously enough can die before a regeneration happens, anything generally harmful to sentient beings is generally harmful, and generally not fond of people being idiots.
SAMPLE. The Hollywood Tower Hotel oozed typical Hollywood Golden Age, though it had been built shortly before the big stock market crash, its Pueblo Deco architecture wouldn't show it. It was the sort of place they would hold an Academy Awards ceremony, though that honor had gone to the Biltmore Hotel this particular year, and the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel in the same year in which the Hollywood Tower Hotel had been built. Of course, the apes didn't care about the Oscars on Halloween night, they had better things to do. Like dress up and party, which if Hollywood was good at anything, other than having loads of scandals, it was parties.
And the ominous feeling hovering around the building helped to really set the tone, not that the apes noticed, which was rather curious as humans loved to get into Halloween... not that anyone he knew from the later part of the 20th century into the 21st century would call these Halloween costumes. They were rather primitive by their standards, and in far less variety... as evidenced by the three skeletons, several witches, and a half way decent representation of Lon Cheney's Red Death walk by. Well, the Red Death from Phantom of the Opera was actually creative, the skeletons and witches were the 30's equivalent of Power Rangers everywhere in the 90's... still, whatever the era, whatever the costumes, he couldn't deny he was curious as to why the building felt so ominous on an otherwise normal Halloween night. It felt like something was hovering around this hotel in particular, and he'd walked many dark corners of Tinsel Town in his life, before and after the 'land' was part of the Hollywood sign.
Following a couple who were dressed to the nines, clearly they hadn't felt the need to wear a costume for Halloween other than the simple fact they were of the elite of Hollywood and thus could do what they liked and everyone would pay attention, to the doors of the hotel, he couldn't help but let out a grin at the bustling hotel lobby, bellboys moving through the sea of people with expertise, and simple if effective Halloween decor on the walls. "Fantastic!" This promised to be an interesting night, at least he could enjoy a good party if nothing else.
✧ THE PLAYER,
OOC NAME. Cobra's my go to, so we'll stick with that
AGE. 27
PREFERRED PRONOUNS. She/Her
TIMEZONE. Mountain Standard, always. None of that clock changing Daylight Savings nonsense for me.
METHOD OF CONTACT. Here, Discord, Tumblr, any is fine, I'll see it at some point