Post by the metacrisis doctor on Jun 18, 2020 21:36:07 GMT
The Metacrisis Doctor,
"Well... isn't that wizard?"
✧ THE BASICS,
ALIASES. John Smith. The Doctor. The Oncoming Storm. Spaceman. Although, I suppose John Smith or 'The Doctor' would be most appropriate.
AGE. Oh, what do you think? One year? Two? Give or take some months. Though, mentally, I'm 904.
SPECIES. Human. No, Timelord. Well! It's complicated. Technically, I'm an instantaneous biological meta-crisis born from the DNA of Donna Noble and the regenerative energies of The Orginal Doctor's severed hand. I'm a Timelord packed into a human body. I have one heart and can't regenerate -- I can only die. That's for certain, and as far as I'm concerned, that's good. I don't have to face the fear of a new man taking over my title and changing it into something completely different. I'm me, and that's all I'll ever be. And if you're me, that is a very reassuring security to have.
DOB. This body was born and created in July 2008. But.. I'm a Timelord packed into a human body -- so, suffice to say, I was born the same day he was. Christmas 2006.
SEXUALITY. Heterosexual. Well! I say, "heterosexual", but I really only have eyes for her.
TIME OF ORIGIN. Oh... Mid to late-2000's?
PLACE/PLANET OF ORIGIN. Gallifrey. The world of the seven shining systems. Wait! No. Sorry -- technically-speaking, I was born in the TARDIS... the original Doctor's TARDIS
OCCUPATION. Oh? Me? Are you kidding? I'm a time-traveller! Don't think I'm gonna settle down just yet. I'm still young. Too many places to go, too many things to see!
APPEARANCE. Okay, 1) The hair. Big, brown, all over the place. I've got sideburns. 'Love the sideburns. 'Love the hair.
aaaand my eyes 2) Rose says they're sort of a chocolate-colour. They've always just seemed brown, and a bit round to me.
c) I'm, what? 6'1"? I like to wear suits. Sometimes the blue one that looks like his -- actually, it is his. Well! Mine now. I wore it on that faithful day. Eh, maybe regular shirts and pants on good days. Especially longcoats, formal stuff. I like to wear a black one now. And you can never ever forget the converse sneakers! My build? I suppose I'm sort of... lean. Maybe a bit skinny. Sexy, and handsome, if I do say so myself.
d) Basically? I'm him. The Doctor's Tenth Incarnation. I'm his doppleganger. And I look exactly like him. But, ya know... human. Any more questions? Good! I didn't think so.
FACE CLAIM. David Tennant
✧ THE DEPTH,
PERSONALITY.
At first, I was genocidal -- murdering the Daleks in the Crucible after Doctor-Donna saved the universe. I had just been created -- a half-human, half-timelord Meta-Crisis. And I was fueling with rage and hate and violence, which the original Doctor frowned upon. He noted that the Metacrisis was the same he had been in his Ninth Incarnation -- filled with revenge and aggression -- and told Rose, before leaving her on Bad Wolf Bay with me, that she was the only one who could make me better.
Now, all of my murderous and revengeful urges are gone -- or, at least, most of them -- thanks to Rose healing and helping me. I am everything the Tenth Doctor is, will, and ever will be -- moreover, in a sense, I am The Doctor. I occasionally act like Donna Noble due to the connection I shared with her as a result of her biological DNA in my formation, but for the most part have become the half-human Doctor that Rose has come to know and love.
In a nutshell, I can be eccentric, jovial, amazed, energetic, dangerous, aggressive, insolent, rude, just, arrogant, heroic, brilliant... and maybe just a lil' bit thick. Oh, and the thickness? That is mostly a Donna Noble inheritance. Ha!
BIOGRAPHY.
Well . . . let's see. There's not much to my story. Davros and the Daleks had returned, and the other me was really left with a big, stinkin' problem. He was trapped in a holding cell along with Rose Tyler, and later joining them: Martha Jones, Cap'n Jack Harkness, Sarah Jane Smith, and Mickey Smith{oh, and Jackie Tyler, but no one really cares about her . . . kidding.). His TARDIS and Donna Noble were going to die. Naturally, there was a way out. But only one way out.
And I was the result of it.
With the leftover regeneration energies within the Doctor's hand and Donna Noble's help, I was created with our combined particles in order to rescue the TARDIS and Donna from the crisis of dying. We went back to stop Davros and the Daleks, but Donna was the one to save the day after a lightning bolt zapped the Timelord energy raging inside her to life. Once we were all free, I destroyed the Daleks, committing genocide -- I was different back then than I am now, mind you-- and was taken back to Bad Wolf Bay with Rose Tyler so I could learn to become who I am now and spend the rest of my life with her. Before he left, he gave Rose and me a piece of TARDIS coral so we could grow our own TARDIS, and we've been growing it through an accelerated process for about a year ever since.
But from another perspective, I've had all of the adventures that the original Doctor has too. Everything from being the bitter old man, to the Nestene Conciousness, to the Cyberman and the Daleks. Like I said, I've got the Original Doctor's memories, which means I experienced the same things he did. Well! That is, if you count me as a basic copy of him.
Which I am. Just not Timelord. One heart. So I can age and not regenerate. One life. That's all I've got. One life, one death, and that's it. And I've decided to spend it with Rose Tyler. And, hopefully, she'll want to spend hers with me.
Although! I have to admit . . . adjusting to this human life is rather hard. A bit ick-ish, and definitely not what I expected. I'm getting the hang of it. Gotta brain with all this Timelord mixed in with a regular human thinking process -- you gotta imagine how tough that is. Well! Not that tough, actually . . . But, all this normal human stuff you lot do? Like cleaning, and walking, and running, and jogging, and cooking, and climbing, and driving, and shouting. . . It's exhausting with only one heart! How do you manage to pull it off?? You better be glad I have enough adrenaline and Timelord left in me to keep me going for a few months. Sleep! That's what this body needs most of the time. . . and for at least six hours! Six! Every night! And this body's so hard to keep awake sometimes. Blimey, I'm accustomed to one hour every few centuries. How do you people cope?? Though . . . All the same... I love it all just as much as I love the human race. So Brilliant . . . every single spec of it. Even if it's a pain. It's still Brilliant.
oh, wait, where were we? Oh, that's right. Rose. Sorry! I've got such a gob (you can blame Donna for that one).
Anyway, Rose and I have been travelling around in the new TARDIS for a few months -- in Artemis. Through time and space and all that. . . Good ole' Stuff of Legend. Even if she does decide to go off on her own sometimes and I'm left all alone. She usually comes back. Eventually.
And guess what? I made a sonic screwdriver -- yes, a sonic screwdriver! -- that looks a lot like . . . Well! It works against hair-dryers. Still. It's an improved version of my old one . . . his old one. And remember the psychic paper? Six words: Pockets. Are. Bigger. On. The. Inside. An extra one was in his suit! ... Well! My suit now. I'd forgotten I had two of those.
And me and Rose? Well, it depends on your viewpoint. Let's just say it's... complicated.
OTHER/MEDICAL INFORMATION.
Along with my doppelganger's mind, I also inherited his abilities because of the regenerative energies that washed through his cut-off hand(I love that hand!) I have the same sensations as regular Timelords have, and I can see what is, what was, and what all could be. And I can also give and take telepathic abilities as I like... though the heightened senses aren't included in the human package, unfortunately.
Allergies? Hm.. Do I have allergies? I'm new to this sort of thing. Before, it was asperin -- big Timelord no-no, by the way. Now? I have no idea. Whatever humans are usually allergic to, I suppose.
SAMPLE.
At first, they had been just sitting there -- hovering in space. Him and Rose. Nowhere in particular to go. Nowhere in particular to be. No adventure, no excitement, no running. Just... relaxing out in space, perhaps trying to decide on the next destination. But, at any rate, nothing was going at a fast pace.
He sat in his yellow chair, feet propped up on the console, and arms behind his head. He stared at the monitor, his face hardened by experience and wisdom, his eyes consumed by thought.
Of course, this was the plan. Just a quick rest after all of the adventuring they had been doing lately. Just a nice break. Only if it was just for a good 20 minutes or so. He wasn't sure if it was the human in him or simply because of all of the Robots, Lunarians, Olympians, and Weeping Angels that they'd come into contact with... but, for some reason, he just had the basic, most out-right desire to actually do nothing -- which was, in a sense, very new to this Doctor, simply because, as a Timelord, he hadn't had much time to relax. His two hearts and Gallifeyan physiology hardly allowed it. Now, things were different. Now, he was human.
Then... all of the sudden, a very remote humm spread through-out his ship, through-out its infinite wanderings and spacious rooms. The Metacrisis Doctor began leaning forward in his chair, gaze ablaze in wonder as he surveyed the surroundings of his Aretemis, his bushy brown eyebrows curved in confusion.
All fell silent for a moment. The Metacrisis Doctor swung his trainers off of the console, and stood up in front of where he had sat, hands gripping the console. He felt it before it happened, and his eyes met with his blonde-headed companion's in warning. "Looks like our little vacation will have to wait, Rose."
And, that's when she flipped the lever. Artemis trembled, then shook. They shook with her, and she launched into the vortex, and took them where they needed to go.
✧ THE PLAYER,
OOC NAME. dreams
AGE. 24
PREFERRED PRONOUNS. she/her
TIMEZONE. EST
METHOD OF CONTACT. discord, please <3