The Cutthroat: Razor Sharp
Jun 1, 2014 1:14:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 1:14:19 GMT -5
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Name: Guitylokiuat, goes by The Cutthroat.
Age: 1300, he tries not to think about it.
Gender: Male.
Species: Time Lord.
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey.
Time of Origin: Depends on which day you ask.
Occupation:Maniac.
Physical Description:
The first and only incarnation of The Cutthroat thus far was once what one would call handsome, at least by human standards, he had white, smooth skin, brown even if sometimes looking like he'd been stretched and kneaded a little much, he definitely caught the eyes of many a Gallifreyan lass, especially with his rather striking bright red eyes.
But as the years went on, the wrinkles came, and the hair loss did too, thank god it only thinned out and didn't completely fall out. The hair still retains most of it's colour, although it has faded somewhat, but he still has kept his noodle-like body, and he now sports a rough beard where there was only baby smooth skin before, but overall he is the same man in appearance, but with a few added wrinkles.
Personality:
The Cutthroat's personality is one of many masks, he kills, but he must always justify these kills to himself. He can never kill in cold blood, despite the name he gives himself, he must always think to himself, why must I kill this person? Otherwise, he will usually use non-lethal means to get what he needs. He has never told this to anyone.
He wants to create anarchy within the world, why? Any teacher in the Time Lord Academy could tell that he hated the place, but he was one of the smartest children in there, they couldn't just kick him out. He was never one for the strict rules enforced in the place, he needs a bit of action, but not too much.
He is a sad man, sad because his parents were never there, sad because all he could do was sit at home and always obey the babysitter and read the fairy tales of the Toclafane and the things that lay beyond the universe, and he was scared, and that made him sad...he was sad because his parents would tell him that he was going to grow up to serve the High Council when all he wanted to do was
History:
get off of the planet that his parents would call home for the rest of their miserable lives.
The Cutthroat was never exactly raised in a perfect family, his home life consisted of staying at home waiting for his Mum and Dad to get home from some dumb meeting, although sometimes he just thought they weren't at a meeting at all, and it was all to get away from him, he saw them recoil slightly when he looked at them with his eyes, but he didn't care, he had Daddy's knife.
The father had brought it home one day, a 'souvenir' from some planet he'd never heard of, he looked at it for hours on end, watching the blade that shone like the leaves of the trees when the morning sunlight shone on them, but he was never brave enough to take it from his pedestal. He didn't want Daddy to get mad at him.
As he grew older, he knew that he would go to the Time Lord Academy to become his mother and father, they had told him this more and more as it grew closer to the time to become a man, as his father put it.
He went, and stared into the Untempered Schism, and he saw all the life and death of all the people he hated, at his hands, and he laughed. He knew what Daddy's knife meant now. He needed to get it back, but he couldn't, not now anyway.
Then he graduated, with flying colours in fact, and after the ceremony, he was placed in the High Council. But in the end, all he wanted was...
RP Sample:
Name: Guitylokiuat, goes by The Cutthroat.
Age: 1300, he tries not to think about it.
Gender: Male.
Species: Time Lord.
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey.
Time of Origin: Depends on which day you ask.
Occupation:Maniac.
Physical Description:
The first and only incarnation of The Cutthroat thus far was once what one would call handsome, at least by human standards, he had white, smooth skin, brown even if sometimes looking like he'd been stretched and kneaded a little much, he definitely caught the eyes of many a Gallifreyan lass, especially with his rather striking bright red eyes.
But as the years went on, the wrinkles came, and the hair loss did too, thank god it only thinned out and didn't completely fall out. The hair still retains most of it's colour, although it has faded somewhat, but he still has kept his noodle-like body, and he now sports a rough beard where there was only baby smooth skin before, but overall he is the same man in appearance, but with a few added wrinkles.
Personality:
The Cutthroat's personality is one of many masks, he kills, but he must always justify these kills to himself. He can never kill in cold blood, despite the name he gives himself, he must always think to himself, why must I kill this person? Otherwise, he will usually use non-lethal means to get what he needs. He has never told this to anyone.
He wants to create anarchy within the world, why? Any teacher in the Time Lord Academy could tell that he hated the place, but he was one of the smartest children in there, they couldn't just kick him out. He was never one for the strict rules enforced in the place, he needs a bit of action, but not too much.
He is a sad man, sad because his parents were never there, sad because all he could do was sit at home and always obey the babysitter and read the fairy tales of the Toclafane and the things that lay beyond the universe, and he was scared, and that made him sad...he was sad because his parents would tell him that he was going to grow up to serve the High Council when all he wanted to do was
History:
get off of the planet that his parents would call home for the rest of their miserable lives.
The Cutthroat was never exactly raised in a perfect family, his home life consisted of staying at home waiting for his Mum and Dad to get home from some dumb meeting, although sometimes he just thought they weren't at a meeting at all, and it was all to get away from him, he saw them recoil slightly when he looked at them with his eyes, but he didn't care, he had Daddy's knife.
The father had brought it home one day, a 'souvenir' from some planet he'd never heard of, he looked at it for hours on end, watching the blade that shone like the leaves of the trees when the morning sunlight shone on them, but he was never brave enough to take it from his pedestal. He didn't want Daddy to get mad at him.
As he grew older, he knew that he would go to the Time Lord Academy to become his mother and father, they had told him this more and more as it grew closer to the time to become a man, as his father put it.
He went, and stared into the Untempered Schism, and he saw all the life and death of all the people he hated, at his hands, and he laughed. He knew what Daddy's knife meant now. He needed to get it back, but he couldn't, not now anyway.
Then he graduated, with flying colours in fact, and after the ceremony, he was placed in the High Council. But in the end, all he wanted was...
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...a TARDIS.
They wouldn't let him go in one, even though he had to apparently he was 'too valuable to be gallivanting around space-time', whatever in Rassilon's name that meant. Wouldn't the smartest be the ones that
His only friend really was the knife that he had coveted all of those years. And there it was, it was unreachable when he left to go to the Academy to train to wear some stupid robes and gossip about the state of affairs on Gallifrey, but now he could easy grab it from the top of the cabinet and finally hold it. It was good, not too heavy, not too light.
He used the key-card he had taken from the receptionist, but it would only get him a certain way to where he wanted to go, it really was a wonder that they had not cracked down here at TARDIS HQ, (that's what he called where they kept them anyway, he didn't know the proper name for this, not that he cared) considering all the TARDISes that had gone missing of late, but Guity didn't really want to question, it made things all the more easy for him.
He saw the guard ahead.
You have to kill him, otherwise when he wakes up he will tell them where you are, oh come on, I need to make a decision fa-
“Halt! State your business or you will be prosecuted.” The guard interrupted.
“Woah woah woah...” Guity replied. “I am Guitylokiuat, member of the High Council of Gallifrey, I have been sent here to see if any of these TARDISes could be used for...training purposes, practice for our budding youth.”
Ohgodhe'llneverbelievethatwhatwereyouthi-
“Proceed.” the guard replied, somewhat gingerly.
Oh.
He proceeded, equally as gingerly.
I just need to pick one of these things...the shinest one will do, hopefully some old fool left a fully functioning one here somewhere...
The grey cylinders all looked the same though...they lined the room in blocks of sixteen, four by four, identical. He would just have to rely on luck. He picked the second one to his right. He stepped inside, bright orange. Fabulous. It would have to do. He looked under the console, and sure enough, there was that damned tracking device. He would have to be careful not to set the damn thing off. The Time Lords had tools for this, but he didn't want to push his luck, he would just have to very...carefully...disable it.
The device fell to the floor, makes a soft beeping noise, its final beep.
He smirked.
It's about time.