Post by the fourth doctor on Jun 18, 2020 7:16:19 GMT
The Fourth Doctor,
"You don't understand the implications... I'm not a human being; I walk in eternity."
✧ THE BASICS,
ALIASES. Just the Doctor. The Definite Article, you might say.
AGE. Was it 750? I'd like to think of myself as 750. Or was it 743? In any case, don't listen to Romana. She will most likely tell you wrong.
SPECIES. Timelord. Essentially, Gallifreyan.
DOB. I would imagine my birthday would fall in July. Or, was it January?
SEXUALITY. If I had to answer, I would say I would probably be attracted to the the opposite sex.
TIME OF ORIGIN. Anywhere. No, everywhere.
PLACE/PLANET OF ORIGIN. Gallifrey, as it just so happens. Though, I spend most of my time on Earth. Human beings are my favourite species. And, Earth is just so much more exciting, don't you think?
OCCUPATION. Officially, a Traveler. Of what, you say? Why, through time and space, of course! I'm surprised you didn't know that. But, then again, you are only human. Ah! And, Oh, yes! I also occasionally assist U.N.I.T and the Brigadier when it is necessary. Which, it almost always isn't so necessary, I might add.
APPEARANCE. Dark and wild, I have curly hair that seems to be styled into something like a 1970's afro. My eyes are exotic and very prone to both callous and manic tendencies -- they are blue, right? I'm not entirely sure. "All teeth and curls" someone once said. Honestly, I don't pay either much attention.
It's to be said that my initial attire of choosing was much similar to a Viking's. But after the Brigadier pointed out that it just may look a bit too silly and quite noticeable, I changed into something more suitable, but still retained the same eccentricity that is characteristic of me.
I have since settled with frock coats, waist coats, and trousers. Different coloured cravets and shirts, as well as transdimentional pockets containing of endless trinkets, which come in handy quite often. Occasionally, I wear a floppy, wide-brimmed hat. My favourite article of clothing, however, is my long, multi-coloured scarf that was knitted by the ever witty Madame Nostradamus. It's irreplaceable, I will scold anyone who damages it, and I dare not venture anywhere without it.
FACE CLAIM. Tom Baker
✧ THE DEPTH,
PERSONALITY. While the youngest of all of my selves, I am openly the most manic and childish, and often exhibit inhumane qualities and characteristics that my other incarnations do not possess. You might say that I am odd and seem quite the eccentric, but I would counter your opinion with my incredible genius and intelligence, or either feign ignorance in your dismay. I am authoritative beyond egotisticy, and can be somewhat analytical, aloof, and intensely brooding. As you have further observed, I can be the blunt brute and express my thoughts quite easily, often coming off as callous and insincere, when I actually am just seeing the 'larger picture' or task at hand and thinking much further than anyone else -- which, sometimes, may even be myself. I also have tendencies of being kind-hearted and charming as I generally care for my friends, yet I am ever the curious and playful cat when it involves pranks or humour. But do not let my facades fool you into thinking that I am incapable of aggression, furosity, and neccesary killing -- most of which, if I may add, where evil and, particularly, stupidity, are often the catalysts.
BIOGRAPHY. You see, I had just regenerated, and I was slightly dellusional and mumbling words of great nonsense. After I was to be taken care of by Harry Sullivan, I slipped off and away, into the familiarity of my TARDIS. It was to be expected that no one understood, only I didn't quite understand why they didn't understand at that time. It was the adventure, of course. The nagging need to see! And, only my dear friend, Sarah -- Sarah Jane Smith -- convinced me not to leave and I exchanged my old attire for the clothing I so magnificently wear today. The problem of the matter, of course, being that the Brigadier and rest of the U.N.I.T facility needed my brilliant, intelligent Timelord expertise to fix a giant, technological robotic idiocy. It wasn't too difficult really. After that had been dealt with, Sarah Jane and I continued our jouneys through time and space, with the addition of Harry Sullivan -- both of which I had been idily unaware of until the landing of our first adventure in a Space Ark. From thence forward, we embarked on many more adventures together, and we seen so many wonderfully indomitable things. I have to admit, I casually and thoroughly enjoyed them. The prescence of Sarah and Harry, too. Especially the ever attentive Sarah, seeing as Harry was a ham-fisted idiot for the majority of our travels. But, perhaps, I need to mention the handful of times he was useful and clever. On second thought, those moments were far and few between. At one point, after so many travels, Sarah and I were seperated from Harry, so then continued by ourselves. Ah, those were fond and memorable times.
However, as everyone knows, all things end. My travels with Sarah came to a saddening halt when I was summoned back to Gallifrey, as the homosapien species was not allowed on my home planet. I dropped Sarah off at what I thought to be Croydon, which had actually been Aberdeen. I soon arrived on Gallifrey and reencountered The Master and learned that my summons had only been a scandal, and I was wrongfully convicted for the murder of The President Of The High Council. I managed to convince them to allow me to travel after presidental election so I was able to prove my innocence. And so I fled, back into my TARDIS, and onto the next venture at hand.
I returned to the Planet of the Seventeem, where I met Leela and cured their multiple-personalitied computer. The savage warrior woman somehow became my second companion who killed a bit too often than I would have liked, and we aquired my loyal robotic dog, K-9 somewhere along the way. We only shared a few adventures before I returned to Gallifrey and declared I was Lord President. Afterwards, Leela decided to remain there with K-9, as she had found someone whom she had fallen in love with. She'd been nice company and it was a bit hurtful to leave, but I could handle my own. Besides, I had K-9 Mark II to keep me company.
And then there was the Quest for the Key of Time. The White Guardian appeared to me, asking me to find the key's pieces and assemble them, which would, in turn, set the universe into balance. If I had not cooperated, then I would become non-existant and we certainly couldn't have that! So I accepted the request, along with a Time Lady companion named Romana, whom was probably attractive, and would accompany me in the search to find the segmants of the Key of Time. We attended many planets and worlds in search of these rare obscurities, and eventually collected and assembled all eight of them. But only to seperate the newly created Key back into its original components, fore the Black Guardian beseeched the valuable item. Then, I cleverly installed a randomizer into the TARDIS so that he could not follow or exact revenge, and Romana regenerated sometime after into Romana II. And we ran and vacated randomly for a time.
But, quite suddenly, Romana was needed back in Gallifrey. I completedly bypassed and uninstalled the randomizer. And the running stopped and Romana protested. But, it was neccesary that I take her back to Gallifrey, so I persisted. However, despite my attempts, we never actually landed on my home planet. In actuality, we had accidentally slipped into a small pocket universe called E-Space quite by chance. After helping the ALzarians, we left, but was dependent to return upon discovering that an insolent boy, Adric, had snuck on board of my TARDIS! We landed within the Gateway of E-Space -- that's where I lost Romana, because she wanted to help the Tharils and left her K-9 Mark II as a keepsake. Of course, I was saddened by her departure, however I never imagined she would find a way to escape...
So, as it would be, I kept Adric at my side as I piloted back into the regular N-space universe. And after an adventure or two, met Nyssa and made a third model of K-9 and left it for Sarah Jane to find in 1978. Then, something unexpected happened.
I became tired and excruciatingly insipid with the Charmeleon Circuit.
Ordinarily, I did what anyone would do. I decided to fix it, and landed in Logopolis to retrieve the formula needed, meeting a woman named Teagan shortly. But I was tricked by the ever irritating and diabolical Master and was, yet again, the only one who could save the planet from being doomed. Thankfully, a Timelord I had met named the Watcher so kindly took Adric and Nyssa outside of the universe and allowed me to do my job.
As it so happened, it was revealed that the Watcher and I were one and the same, and I later expectedly regenerated into the Fifth incarnation of myself after trying to stop the Master from universal domination.
OTHER/MEDICAL INFORMATION. I am fatally allergic to Asperin and, for that matter, idiocy.
Additionally, I seem to handle a sword well, am capable of telepathy, and I can use a watch to hypnotise you if you'd like. Granted, I would probably hypnotise you whenever I see the need to or when I want you to test the gravity with my handy-dandy yo-yo. Erm, nevermind actually. On second thought, I'd much rather test the gravatational spheres myself, thanks all the same.
And so, here he was.
Scarf-- knitted, colourful, and ever the marvelous. It was a good thing he wore it everywhere. It made perfect use for tripping, blinding, tying....hanging. Though, of course, never in the executionary fashion. That was just cruel and, actually... very usual punishment now that he considered it. Oh, nevermind that. He wasn't that awful. Besides, he didn't have the right.
And that wasn't the point.
Really, it made perfect, logical sense that he was hanging -- dangling -- off the edge of a foreign bridge. He'd been intelligent enough to unravel his scarf, throw it over the railing, and fall just in time to catch both ends. However, he hated the thought of stretching the fabric. Oh, the beloved article of wool would be horribly ruined! But, there hadn't been a choice in the matter.
To quote memory, he had been surrounded by the Zilurian tribal people, who were, indefinitely, clouded in a smoke of unbelievable idiocy. Thankfully, they all lied unconscious now, scattered among the wooden surface that he, himself, was seemingly an ornament of. At least they were preventing their ignorance from becoming infectious.
Come to think of it, he wasn't sure how that had occurred. Or, why they'd come after him in the first place. Or, maybe he did...
In any case, he couldn't possibly pull himself up on his own. His dear friend was around here someplace, wasn't she? "Sarah?" He called from his spot, 15 feet below the crossing bridge. Perhaps, a bit more frightened then he would have liked, too. He looked down, sizing the distance from him and the next possible ground, clinging to the ever-cascading savior of clothing tightly as his feet kicked freely beneath his floating being. Given that he couldn't see the bottom, it would be a long, agonising fall to one's death.
Oh, where was his limited-minded companion? "Sarah!" He called once more, his voice intensifying in slight impatience. "You haven't fallen to your death, have you?" He looked up, hoping he'd see or hear her, his tone juxtaposing in just the medium manner of seriousness and jest.
✧ THE PLAYER,
OOC NAME. dreams
AGE. 24 years.
PREFERRED PRONOUNS. she/her
METHOD OF CONTACT. discord <3