Post by The Third Doctor on Aug 18, 2021 13:58:33 GMT
The Third Doctor,
"I've reverse the polarity of the neutron flow!"
✧ THE BASICS,
ALIASES. The Doctor
AGE. Over four hundred years old. Appears in the form of a man in his early 50s.
SPECIES. Timelord
DOB. Jan/3rd
SEXUALITY. Heterosexual
TIME OF ORIGIN. England in the 1970s
PLACE/PLANET OF ORIGIN. Gallifrey but currently residing on Earth (not by choice)
OCCUPATION. UNIT Scientific Advisor
APPEARANCE. 6 foot 2 and very fond of velvet jackets. The Third Doctor looked like a tall man in his fifties, with a shock of white hair, blue eyes, a pronounced chin and a big, pointy nose. By his own account, he had "slim, artistic hands". The Doctor sported a tattoo of a snake coiled into the shape of a question mark on his right forearm, which was a mark made by the Time Lords to signify that the Doctor was in exile.
FACE CLAIM. Jon Pertwee
✧ THE DEPTH,
PERSONALITY. With a height over 6ft 2, The Third Doctor is a suave, dapper, technologically orientated and authoritative man of action who practises Venusian Aikido. A keen scientist, he maintains a laboratory at UNIT where he enjoys working on gadgets in his TARDIS. In his spare time, he is fond of motoring, handling all manner of vehicles. His favourite car is a canary-yellow vintage roadster that he nicknamed "Bessie", a machine which featured such modifications as a remote control, dramatically increased speed capabilities and inertial dampers. He also maintains a hovercraft-like vessel.
BIOGRAPHY. The Third Doctor, who was exiled by the Time Lords to Earth in the 20th century for a significant period of his life, was a distinguished man of high class and gadgetry, often tinkering away and privy with machines. He also liked to share his wisdom with those who had open minds, but his patience would quickly dissolve if something annoyed him. Those who got on his good side soon found him to be a friendly fellow, while those who were against him soon found that this gentleman could actually get physical and hold his own in a fight. This incarnation of the Doctor worked for UNIT as their scientific advisor, and remained in their service after his exile was ended. Unlike his earlier incarnations, he was quite willing to engage others physically, and cut a more dashing figure.
From his encounters with the Daleks, Nestene Intelligence and most recently the Sontaran. The Doctor is often surrounded by the very best of humans, who in time he had considered to be his most best of friends. From the brilliant and astute Doctor Liz Shaw, the lovable Jo Grant and even the infallible (sometimes) yet bold Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge Stewart. The Doctor is currently in the company of a new companion by the name of Sarah Jane Smith. Who knows what adventures they will go on next.
OTHER/MEDICAL INFORMATION. Allergic to most human types of medication. Do not give him aspirin.
SAMPLE. "So the fledgeling flies the coop..." The Doctor mused yet again as he sat in his armchair in the TARDIS. The peaceful hum of his ship's engines almost lulling him to sleep as he contemplated the events of the evening. His dear assistant- no best friend had finally left UNIT to pursue a life of her own.
"Jo Grant-" he paused "Jo Jones." he corrected himself as he smiled softly. Oh, how much he'd miss her. Her positivity, her eagerness to learn and try new things. Everything!
The Doctor sighed before standing up and making his way towards the console. Surely she would have understood his eagerness to leave her engagement party. He was a proud man, he couldn't let her see how upset he was. It wouldn't have been fair, for either of them. "Upwards and onwards eh, old girl?" he murmured, patting the console affectionately. "Somewhere new!" he decided, as he began inputting a series of new coordinates in the TARDISes flight computer.
He was just about to de-materialize when suddenly the entire ship shuddered, causing him to lose his balance. "Good grief!" he exclaimed as the TARDIS hurtled through the vortex with a mind of its own. Each control on every panel of his ship was working autonomously as if being remote controlled. The Doctor frowned, knowing very well who was behind all this. "You can't let me enjoy my freedom, can you?" he shouted at the ship. It wasn't her fault but it was the only way he could let off steam.
He had enough of the Time Lords interference in his life, but before he could take control of his ship, the TARDIS lurched and began the materialization procedures. That was quick. Far too quick. The Doctor pondered. Had he even flown through space or was it just time?
✧ THE PLAYER,
OOC NAME. Vale
AGE. 27
PREFERRED PRONOUNS. He/Him
TIMEZONE. GMT
METHOD OF CONTACT. Discord @time Tribble#3214