The Twelfth Doctor
May 24, 2017 19:42:14 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2017 19:42:14 GMT -5
Canon
Name: It’s unpronounceable to humans, more of a sensation you feel in your hearts. I’m The Doctor. First name? Basil. Let's just, er, stick with what we had. Oh, and you do not call me sir.
Age:I’m over 2000 years old. I’m old enough to be your Messiah.
Gender: Scottish
Species: I’m a Time Lord. It’s my people. My species. I gave it up. Ran Away.
Species: I’m a Time Lord. It’s my people. My species. I gave it up. Ran Away.
Planet of Origin:No one’s from space. I’m from a planet, just like anybody else. Not this one specifically. No. I ran away. I didn’t leave Gallifrey because I was bored. That was a lie; it has always been a lie. I ran because I was scared.
Occupation:Okay, I’m a mystery shopper. I could do with an extra pillow, and I’m very disappointed with your breakfast bar and all of the dying. I’m the Caretaker. I serve at the pleasure of the human race.
Physical Description: You find yourself in the company of a strangely compelling, masculine figure. Look at the eyebrows! These are attack eyebrows. I’ve seen this face before. Why this face? I was hoping for minimalism, but I think I came up with magician. I’m a scary, handsome genius from space.
Personality: Everything’s dangerous if you want it to be. Pain is a gift. Love is a promise. I like adventures as much as the next man. If the next man is a man who likes adventures. I walk your earth, breathe your air. I have a duty of care. Do you think I care so little that betraying me would make a difference? I am an idiot, with a box and a screwdriver.
I’m very sorry for your loss, and I’ll do everything I can to solve the death of your friend/family member/pet.
Don’t be lasagna.
History:
There are truths that I can never tell. Not for anything. I’ve fought in a bigger war than you will ever know. I did worse things than you could ever imagine. When I close my eyes… I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count. What’s the point in surviving if you never see anyone? If you hide yourself away from the world? New friends, fireworks. That’s what life should be.
No one else will ever have to live like this. No one else will ever have to feel this pain. Not on my watch. Do you know what happens if I don’t move on? More people die. Sometimes, the only choices you have are bad ones, but you still have to choose.
Nothing’s sad until it’s over. Then everything is.
Now, I imagine you have questions. Fire away, I won’t answer any of them.
Additional Medical Information: I’m against cheerful.
RP Sample:
{You can't really tell if something's an addiction till you try and give it up. }
“Once we get back to the TARDIS. Can you imagine how unbearable I'm going to be? I changed it. Classic! Look at the color scheme. Pressure seals, hinges. None of that shk shk nonsense. So untidy.
“And you want me to keep you safe. If you don't want me to, just raise your hand.
“It's okay. It's okay look at it. Why limit yourself? I was a completely different person in those days. Eccentric. Mad. Rude to people. The difference is when you die you stay dead. Well it's a tiny bit complicated. People usually need a flowchart.
But that's another story. Tell me why I'm here.”
{Go and sing with the otters. The only thing to do, is to stop worrying about it.}
On pain of death, no one take selfie!
What's happening?
War. All computers do in the end.
“No, no, no, no! I'm not going to let you do that. She can't put pictures of me on the internet. I'm taking this out of your hands.”
Do you think they send texts to each other?
“There’s Wi-Fi.”
“Of course there's Wi-Fi. It's a library. There's a first world problem. But it's fried. Should be safe. We're safe in here. Don't even think about going anywhere. They're trying to unsettle you. They're trying to make you paranoid and panicked.”
{Stop holding my hand, people don't do that to me.}
“Do you know what you need? You need a hobby. Fun and games? Or even better, another relationship.”
“Stop talking. Now. I never asked you to cheer me up.”
“What's wrong with pointless? I once invented an invisible watch. Spot the design flaw.
Come on, you lot, you're bananas about relationships. You're always writing songs about them, or going to war, or getting tattooed. You should be expecting company.”
“I'm waiting for you to volunteer.”
“Well, I'm not the best person to ask. It's just what I was saying. You live and you die. That's it. Human beings have incredibly short life spans. Frankly, you should all be in a permanent state of panic. Tick tock, tick tock.”
“Well, thank God you kept that to yourself. Hell, please talk about something else.”
“Why not get a dog or a big plant? There was this planet, Obsidian. The planet of perpetual darkness. The deep and lovely dark. We'd never see the stars without it.”
“You're sending out some very mixed messages here.”
“Longest month of my life. I was begging for the brush of Death's merciful hand.
Imagine a thing that must never be seen. What would it do if you saw it?”
“I don't know. I'm still in the hope phase.”
“We had to delete our own memories. They wanted something from me. Information. And I need more information. For my diagnosis.”
“Oh, it's a roller coaster with you, isn't it?”
“It's not my fault, I got distracted. Look. The walls need sponging and there's a sinister puddle. Most people are confused by that. But you saw straight through that. Don't you see? We need to get to work. This is evil refined as engineering. Does it scare you? That's fine. That's a perfectly normal reaction.”
“Because they want to kill us.”
“Well on the bright side we're dying already.”
{The only way anyone can live in peace is if they're prepared to forgive.}
“What do you know already?”
“So there's this man. He has a time machine. Up and down history he goes, zip zip zip zip zip, getting into scrapes.”
“He sounds awful.”
“He's overbearing; he's manipulative. He likes to think that he's very clever.”
“Don't they like him? Sorry, I thought we were getting along famously. Am I, like, misreading the signals or something?”
“. . .”
“Ah. So you recognized me then? Yes, I've had dealings with your lot before. I can't say I'm a fan.”
“I'm telling you nothing. Nothing at all. Instead, I'm going to do something far worse.”
“Well, that's an ongoing problem for me.”
{Every story ever told really happened. Stories are where memories go when they're forgotten.}
“You read the stories. And in all that time, did you ever hear anything about anyone who stopped me?”
“Shut him up, shut him down.”
“Come on then, Team Not Dead. Now, there are two possibilities. Possibility one, you negotiate with it! Possibility two, Vomiting. Hair loss. And death. Fat lot of use. “
“You're not happy. You're never happy, are you?”
“What is it that you actually want? Paint me a picture. Because you're very close to getting what you want. I won't lie to you. Don't screw it up now.”
{This didn't happen, by the way. Google it. }
