The Eleventh Doctor
Jun 28, 2017 16:56:56 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2017 16:56:56 GMT -5
Canon
Name: The Doctor
Age: 907 - 1200 (so he says)
Gender: Male
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: Shop assistant, caretaker, time traveller, saviour of the universe
Physical Description: The Eleventh Doctor is recognisable by his big, ridiculous chin and floppy wad of brown hair. Standing at 5'11" he's quite thin, and his eyes are dark green. He will always be seen in either a brown tweed jacket or burgundy cashmere coat, black jeans, brown boots, braces and sometimes a grey or black waistcoat. And of course, there is the ever-present coolness that is a bow tie. Fezzes and stetsons are also cool and optional.
Personality: The eleventh Doctor was highly energetic and very lively, with additional liveliness during his post-regenerative period. He was brash and unafraid to show his eccentricities, appearing to act alien. He was extremely resourceful and quick thinking, able to spin things to his point of view, and could find positive outlooks in negative situations. When thinking about a problem, he blocked out all outside distractions, to the point where he told Amy "you're dying, shut up" so he could solely concentrate on working out how to save her. The eleventh incarnation had also shown a tendency to refer to Amy by her surname as he found her new nickname boring. This Doctor was not keen on hiding his emotions, usually making his anger obvious. However, unlike his previous incarnation, he wasn't very adept at handling romance and reacted awkwardly when Amy Pond and River Song kissed him. The eleventh Doctor was very selfless and willing to sacrifice himself for his friends or for the greater good. This incarnation was arrogant, telling Amy that "Time is not the boss of me," and "You don't ever decide what I need to know." He often praises or congratulates himself on an extraordinary plan. Much like his seventh incarnation he seemed to occasionally play the part of the mastermind, putting elaborate plans in place and executing them, even though that execution emotionally hurt his loved ones.
This Doctor was also blatantly self-loathing. He claimed that no one else in the universe hated him as much he hated himself, which is how he figured who the Dream Lord was, and that he did not believe he was a good man. He would go on about how he could be vain and cause people harm as most of his (and the Tenth's)companions ended up hurt in some way though their travels with him. Unlike the tenth Doctor, the eleventh was very hostile to the Daleks, saying they were the worst things in creation and attacking one to provoke it into revealing its true nature. This incarnation did not retain his predecessor's belief that the Daleks could change. He still preferred to settle problems through negotiation rather than violence, but could be ruthless.
History: It started with a crash, a little girl, and some fish fingers with custard. Then before he knew it the newly-regenerated Doctor was saving little Amelia Pond from the strange crack in her bedroom wall, a result of two parts of space and time that should never have touched becoming pressed together. There was more to it, but then the TARDIS' engines were phasing, and he promised Amelia he'd be back after five minutes. That's all it would take. Except the upturned police box left her waiting in her garden and returned twelve years later. Amelia had grown up into Amy, and the Doctor had to save the world from some angry prison guards whose prisoner had escaped through the crack he had closed the first time he appeared in Amy's life. Two years later he came back again with a new body, new look and new TARDIS, and this time, she ran away with him. They had adventures and became the best of friends while fighting Daleks, Weeping Angels and other monsters, meeting the mysterious River Song, and letting Amy's boyfriend Rory join them for the ride. But they also found more cracks like the one from Amy's childhood: cracks in time that were the result of an explosion so powerful that history was cracking and crumbling around it. Then after trying to broker a peace with the Silurians, Rory died and fell into a crack, becoming erased from history. With the Doctor being the only one who remembered him, he was kinder to Amy in the selection of their destinations. When a message from River brought them to Roman Britain, they discovered what was causing the cracks. The Pandorica, said to be a prison for the most feared being in all the cosmos, was in fact a trap for the Doctor, laid by his enemies when they discovered his TARDIS exploding would threaten reality. Amy was shot by Rory, who had been resurrected as an Auton from the whispers of her memories; River was trapped in the exploding time machine, and the Doctor was trapped in the Pandorica. Until Rory released him with some help from his future self. From there, it was an almost-typical day of saving his friends, running and getting shot until he could fly the Pandorica into the heart of the TARDIS explosion, thereby restoring the universe and sealing the cracks. Unfortunately he was stuck on the other side, until Amy remembered him back into existence. With she and Rory now married, they joined their best friend for more adventures.
After a while they visited America in 1969, and before he could wonder why River and his friends were acting so strange, the Doctor was caught up with the mystery of a little girl in the astronaut suit, and the Silence who wanted him dead. Their interference in human history came to an end when he placed a secret message in the moon landing broadcast, and while more adventures awaited, the TARDIS didn't seem able to make up its mind whether Amy was pregnant or not. The answer for that soon revealed itself: for a while now, she had been a Flesh avatar, placed there by the Church and the Order of the Silence while they kidnapped her. Leading a rescue mission, the Doctor still couldn't stop his friends' newborn daughter from being taken. Then he found out the truth: River Song was their daughter and, as he'd suspected for a while, his future wife. After an adventure in which he freed the young River from the Silence's mental grasp, he discovered what had happened to his friends before America. They had witnessed his death, on the shore of Lake Silencio in Utah: a fixed point that he discovered the date of from the Teselecta, a time-travelling shape-shifting justice robot. And soon enough, he came to face that day, standing on the shore before River in the astronaut suit: the little girl who was taken and raised as a weapon against him. Except she refused to kill him, creating another reality in which time was dying. But after a wedding in which the Doctor revealed a secret to River, the universe was restored as she agreed that killing him had to happen. Except it didn't, really, as she actually killed the Teselecta disguised as him, while he managed to escape. Deciding he'd become too noisy, he started to step back into the shadows and deleted himself from every database in the universe.
Of course, that didn't stop him from going on adventures at the Dalek Asylum, a spaceship with dinosaurs or an Old West town with a cyborg warrior. What did stop that was something far worse. A trip to New York with his friends and his wife turned into a horrifying experience with the Weeping Angels. When they thought they were safe after destroying them with a paradox, one of the surviving statues sent Rory back in time. Amy let them take her so she could be with him, and the heartbroken daughter, who could never see his friends again without destroying New York, went into retirement. Parking the TARDIS on a cloud above Victorian London, he spent his days sulking – until he met Clara Oswin Oswald, who helped him to defeat the Great Intelligence. And it was only after she died that he recognised her as the same woman who had helped him at the Dalek Asylum. He flew away to find her, and finally did in 21st-century London. She joined him for his adventures while he tried to work out the mystery of who she exactly was. He found out when his friends, the Paternoster Gang were taken to Trenzalore by a vengeful Great Intelligence: the one place in all of space and time he could never go, since it was the location of his grave. His grave was his time stream, which the Intelligence entered to turn his victories to defeat. Clara, however, stepped in after it, splitting herself across the Doctor's life and creating a million versions of herself, all to save him. And after a heartfelt goodbye to River, only a data ghost now, the Doctor saved her.
For centuries he had dealt with the guilt of destroying his homeworld, Gallifrey, but that was about to change. After being dragged to an art gallery by UNIT, he encountered his past self, the tenth Doctor, as well as the War Doctor. Together they saved Earth from the Zygons, then Gallifrey from themselves: refusing to destroy it with the Moment, all the Doctors came together to put the planet in a parallel universe, causing it to disappear while the Dalek fleet surrounding it destroyed itself in the crossfire. The Doctor now only had to find his homeworld again. Which he did, when a mysterious message being broadcast through all of time and space brought him, Clara and half the universe to a backwater planet. The message was a question; the very question which the Silence had wanted to prevent him from answering. The world was Trenzalore; the place they wanted to save from war. But war came, with the Doctor sending Clara home and becoming the planet's protector. He prevented his old enemies from destroying Trenzalore to prevent the Time Lords from returning, even as he could not answer the question so that the situation didn't get worse. After nine hundred years of conflict, he was about to die with no more lives left, until a plea from Clara to his people convinced them to grant him a new regeneration cycle. Wiping out the Daleks, the Doctor came to terms with the fact he was about to change, and became the Twelfth Doctor.
History: It started with a crash, a little girl, and some fish fingers with custard. Then before he knew it the newly-regenerated Doctor was saving little Amelia Pond from the strange crack in her bedroom wall, a result of two parts of space and time that should never have touched becoming pressed together. There was more to it, but then the TARDIS' engines were phasing, and he promised Amelia he'd be back after five minutes. That's all it would take. Except the upturned police box left her waiting in her garden and returned twelve years later. Amelia had grown up into Amy, and the Doctor had to save the world from some angry prison guards whose prisoner had escaped through the crack he had closed the first time he appeared in Amy's life. Two years later he came back again with a new body, new look and new TARDIS, and this time, she ran away with him. They had adventures and became the best of friends while fighting Daleks, Weeping Angels and other monsters, meeting the mysterious River Song, and letting Amy's boyfriend Rory join them for the ride. But they also found more cracks like the one from Amy's childhood: cracks in time that were the result of an explosion so powerful that history was cracking and crumbling around it. Then after trying to broker a peace with the Silurians, Rory died and fell into a crack, becoming erased from history. With the Doctor being the only one who remembered him, he was kinder to Amy in the selection of their destinations. When a message from River brought them to Roman Britain, they discovered what was causing the cracks. The Pandorica, said to be a prison for the most feared being in all the cosmos, was in fact a trap for the Doctor, laid by his enemies when they discovered his TARDIS exploding would threaten reality. Amy was shot by Rory, who had been resurrected as an Auton from the whispers of her memories; River was trapped in the exploding time machine, and the Doctor was trapped in the Pandorica. Until Rory released him with some help from his future self. From there, it was an almost-typical day of saving his friends, running and getting shot until he could fly the Pandorica into the heart of the TARDIS explosion, thereby restoring the universe and sealing the cracks. Unfortunately he was stuck on the other side, until Amy remembered him back into existence. With she and Rory now married, they joined their best friend for more adventures.
After a while they visited America in 1969, and before he could wonder why River and his friends were acting so strange, the Doctor was caught up with the mystery of a little girl in the astronaut suit, and the Silence who wanted him dead. Their interference in human history came to an end when he placed a secret message in the moon landing broadcast, and while more adventures awaited, the TARDIS didn't seem able to make up its mind whether Amy was pregnant or not. The answer for that soon revealed itself: for a while now, she had been a Flesh avatar, placed there by the Church and the Order of the Silence while they kidnapped her. Leading a rescue mission, the Doctor still couldn't stop his friends' newborn daughter from being taken. Then he found out the truth: River Song was their daughter and, as he'd suspected for a while, his future wife. After an adventure in which he freed the young River from the Silence's mental grasp, he discovered what had happened to his friends before America. They had witnessed his death, on the shore of Lake Silencio in Utah: a fixed point that he discovered the date of from the Teselecta, a time-travelling shape-shifting justice robot. And soon enough, he came to face that day, standing on the shore before River in the astronaut suit: the little girl who was taken and raised as a weapon against him. Except she refused to kill him, creating another reality in which time was dying. But after a wedding in which the Doctor revealed a secret to River, the universe was restored as she agreed that killing him had to happen. Except it didn't, really, as she actually killed the Teselecta disguised as him, while he managed to escape. Deciding he'd become too noisy, he started to step back into the shadows and deleted himself from every database in the universe.
Of course, that didn't stop him from going on adventures at the Dalek Asylum, a spaceship with dinosaurs or an Old West town with a cyborg warrior. What did stop that was something far worse. A trip to New York with his friends and his wife turned into a horrifying experience with the Weeping Angels. When they thought they were safe after destroying them with a paradox, one of the surviving statues sent Rory back in time. Amy let them take her so she could be with him, and the heartbroken daughter, who could never see his friends again without destroying New York, went into retirement. Parking the TARDIS on a cloud above Victorian London, he spent his days sulking – until he met Clara Oswin Oswald, who helped him to defeat the Great Intelligence. And it was only after she died that he recognised her as the same woman who had helped him at the Dalek Asylum. He flew away to find her, and finally did in 21st-century London. She joined him for his adventures while he tried to work out the mystery of who she exactly was. He found out when his friends, the Paternoster Gang were taken to Trenzalore by a vengeful Great Intelligence: the one place in all of space and time he could never go, since it was the location of his grave. His grave was his time stream, which the Intelligence entered to turn his victories to defeat. Clara, however, stepped in after it, splitting herself across the Doctor's life and creating a million versions of herself, all to save him. And after a heartfelt goodbye to River, only a data ghost now, the Doctor saved her.
For centuries he had dealt with the guilt of destroying his homeworld, Gallifrey, but that was about to change. After being dragged to an art gallery by UNIT, he encountered his past self, the tenth Doctor, as well as the War Doctor. Together they saved Earth from the Zygons, then Gallifrey from themselves: refusing to destroy it with the Moment, all the Doctors came together to put the planet in a parallel universe, causing it to disappear while the Dalek fleet surrounding it destroyed itself in the crossfire. The Doctor now only had to find his homeworld again. Which he did, when a mysterious message being broadcast through all of time and space brought him, Clara and half the universe to a backwater planet. The message was a question; the very question which the Silence had wanted to prevent him from answering. The world was Trenzalore; the place they wanted to save from war. But war came, with the Doctor sending Clara home and becoming the planet's protector. He prevented his old enemies from destroying Trenzalore to prevent the Time Lords from returning, even as he could not answer the question so that the situation didn't get worse. After nine hundred years of conflict, he was about to die with no more lives left, until a plea from Clara to his people convinced them to grant him a new regeneration cycle. Wiping out the Daleks, the Doctor came to terms with the fact he was about to change, and became the Twelfth Doctor.
Addition Medical Information: Fish fingers and custard is a magic cure-all.
RP Sample: "Ah, hello Clara!" The Doctor's face lit up with a grin at the voice on the other end of the phone, but frowned as it went on. "Oh, right yes, of course. Answering machine. I never get phone calls quite right."
He shrugged as best he could with the phone resting on his shoulder. "Well, never mind that, just thought I'd update you on what's been happening. First off, I know I promised you a trip to the Ninth Krillaxian dynasty. Gonna have to go back on that one, sorry. Accidentally ended up in the eighth dynasty and started a revolt just because my apple hit the guard next to the bin I was trying to throw it into, so now I'm on a sort of kill-them-if-they-come-back list. It's fine, though. The ninth one's not all it's cracked up to be, anyway. What else...auditioned to join up with Fleetwood Mac, didn't get the spot. They said they didn't have a place for a triangle maestro. And the triangle was sonic and temporarily deafened them. Got that sorted, though. Pretty sure that brings me to where I am now, which really isn't all that comfortable. You couldn't even spare a pillow, could you? Is that too much to ask?"
Looking up, the Time Lord shot a pointed glare the pair of guards standing over him. He might as well have been talking to a wall, considering how little they reacted to him even just being there. "Oh, I'm about to be executed," he spoke into the phone off-handedly. "Not by the Krillaxians, they would at least be kind enough to uncuff me so I could hold the phone during my last permitted call. I'm trapped on a smuggling ship in the mid-three thousands, somewhere in the Thagrassi nebula. But don't worry. Turns out having my hands still cuffed is no bad thing, since they couldn't see me slip the sonic out of my sleeve so I could work on escaping. See you next Wednesday!"
At last the guards were reacting. They weren't completely deaf, then. With a buzz of the sonic, the Doctor freed his hands and threw the phone at one of them. "You can keep that. Mine's got a much better data plan. Sorry about the bill." Flashing a grin and the sonic once more, he fell away as the floor opened up beneath him. The grin disappeared when he landed on the floor below with a loud oof, causing him to fall on to his back. "Ow. Okay. Bigger drop than I thought." Springing to his feet, he dusted himself down and started running. Good old smuggling hatches. At least they were good for something other than hiding guns.
After a few corner turns, his grin returned when he finally set eyes on the TARDIS. Then he had to duck as the air behind him came alive with angry laser bolts, springing from the rifles held by the tan-skinned reptilian guards. Dodging the blasts, he finally got close enough to throw himself at the police box doors, opening them and slamming them shut behind him. Without pausing to catch his breath, he ran over to the console and yanked on the dematerialization lever, sending his ship on her way. "Phew, that's better. Though they won't be happy when they find out their cargo's been replaced by rotten fruit."
Chuckling to himself, he set about working at the console to make sure he actually got to where he wanted next. Yet again, the grin faltered when there was a beep from the panels. It sounded like the beep that usually accompanied the warning lights (which he still hadn't gotten rid of). Sure enough, they started irritatingly flashing away.. "Aah...okay..." Confused, he moved to peer at one of the monitor screens. "Well what's that supposed to tell me?" he asked the symbols flashing across it. He yanked a lever and started pressing a sequence of buttons, which he didn't quite get to finish. The reason for that being that the TARIDS lurched suddenly, throwing him back from the console and into the railing. "Oh no no no, don't do that!"
He shrugged as best he could with the phone resting on his shoulder. "Well, never mind that, just thought I'd update you on what's been happening. First off, I know I promised you a trip to the Ninth Krillaxian dynasty. Gonna have to go back on that one, sorry. Accidentally ended up in the eighth dynasty and started a revolt just because my apple hit the guard next to the bin I was trying to throw it into, so now I'm on a sort of kill-them-if-they-come-back list. It's fine, though. The ninth one's not all it's cracked up to be, anyway. What else...auditioned to join up with Fleetwood Mac, didn't get the spot. They said they didn't have a place for a triangle maestro. And the triangle was sonic and temporarily deafened them. Got that sorted, though. Pretty sure that brings me to where I am now, which really isn't all that comfortable. You couldn't even spare a pillow, could you? Is that too much to ask?"
Looking up, the Time Lord shot a pointed glare the pair of guards standing over him. He might as well have been talking to a wall, considering how little they reacted to him even just being there. "Oh, I'm about to be executed," he spoke into the phone off-handedly. "Not by the Krillaxians, they would at least be kind enough to uncuff me so I could hold the phone during my last permitted call. I'm trapped on a smuggling ship in the mid-three thousands, somewhere in the Thagrassi nebula. But don't worry. Turns out having my hands still cuffed is no bad thing, since they couldn't see me slip the sonic out of my sleeve so I could work on escaping. See you next Wednesday!"
At last the guards were reacting. They weren't completely deaf, then. With a buzz of the sonic, the Doctor freed his hands and threw the phone at one of them. "You can keep that. Mine's got a much better data plan. Sorry about the bill." Flashing a grin and the sonic once more, he fell away as the floor opened up beneath him. The grin disappeared when he landed on the floor below with a loud oof, causing him to fall on to his back. "Ow. Okay. Bigger drop than I thought." Springing to his feet, he dusted himself down and started running. Good old smuggling hatches. At least they were good for something other than hiding guns.
After a few corner turns, his grin returned when he finally set eyes on the TARDIS. Then he had to duck as the air behind him came alive with angry laser bolts, springing from the rifles held by the tan-skinned reptilian guards. Dodging the blasts, he finally got close enough to throw himself at the police box doors, opening them and slamming them shut behind him. Without pausing to catch his breath, he ran over to the console and yanked on the dematerialization lever, sending his ship on her way. "Phew, that's better. Though they won't be happy when they find out their cargo's been replaced by rotten fruit."
Chuckling to himself, he set about working at the console to make sure he actually got to where he wanted next. Yet again, the grin faltered when there was a beep from the panels. It sounded like the beep that usually accompanied the warning lights (which he still hadn't gotten rid of). Sure enough, they started irritatingly flashing away.. "Aah...okay..." Confused, he moved to peer at one of the monitor screens. "Well what's that supposed to tell me?" he asked the symbols flashing across it. He yanked a lever and started pressing a sequence of buttons, which he didn't quite get to finish. The reason for that being that the TARIDS lurched suddenly, throwing him back from the console and into the railing. "Oh no no no, don't do that!"
Throwing himself back at the console, he grabbed ahold of the edge of it as his ship started tumbling and making unhealthy groaning noises. He got to finish that button sequence, then had to push the monitor away when he nearly banged his head on the edge of it. Gritting his teeth, the Time Lord pulled down a twin set of levers and flicked down a row of switches. "This isn't going to be pretty." Then the TARDIS gave the most violent lurch yet.
"GeronimooooooaaaaAHHHHHHH!"