Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2017 13:41:06 GMT -5
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Name: “You may call me The Master.”
Age: “Somewhere around nine hundred, my exact age is irrelevant to you.”
Gender: “I am a male.”
Species: “I am a Time Lord, as well as your better.”
Planet of Origin: “A world known as Gallifrey.”
Occupation: “Your superior.”
Personality:
History:
“Resurrected by the Time Lords as they believed I would be the perfect warrior for a Time War, however, I had no intentions of participating for their foolish squabble with the those who had overseen my previous execution. And so, like any rational man, I fled. I fled to the last place they would ever think to look for me. The end of the universe itself. I took one extra precaution, just in case any remnants of the Time War found me. I used a Chameleon Arch, and did the unthinkable. I made myself human. For years, I laid dormant in the watch, until the arrival of my old rival, the sanctimonious fool The Doctor, and some of his foolish compatriots.[/ul][/div]
The girl who traveled with him recognized the design of the watch that held my esteemed consciousness. She pointed out the watch to my “human self”, who finally saw the infernal device, and opened it.
At long last I was free, only to be shot by the foolish bug girl who had served as my “human self”, Professor Yana’s assistant. Luckily, I was able to beam the regenerative energy into the severed hand of The Doctor, and keep my current form, while healing myself from the otherwise fatal injury, before escaping with The Doctor’s TARDIS. It barely worked, mind you. But thankfully our DNA was just barely compatible enough for the process to work.
Addition Medical Information:
“Like all Time Lords, I suffer from a ghastly fatal allergy to Aspirin.”
RP Sample:
Tapping his fingers on the surface of the console, The Master moves around it, gleefully priming the Zig Zag Plotter, activating the the Helmic Regulator, pushing the Space Time Throttle to it’s maximum setting, before deactivating the Locking Down Mechanism, and finally flooring the Time Rotor Handbrake. With a grandiose laugh, The Master departs from the end of the universe itself, leaving The Doctor and his companions behind to die on that wretched, dead planet, with the freakish Futurekind.
“At last,” He speaks, leaning against the console, staring up at the Time Rotor, with a small smile. “I am free. Free to go wherever, and whenever I choose.” As he glances to the Console Scanner, however, his smile is tugged downward into a grumpy frown, as he slams his fist against the console. “Blast!” The Doctor had managed to remotely prevent him from truly traveling anywhere other than Earth, in the 2000s. “Even when I win, you manage to spite me, don’t you, Doctor?” The word is spoken with enough spite to kill a small child. “Still. I suppose I’ll be able to wreak some havoc with those precious humans of yours, won’t I?” His smile returns, as he sighs. “And with enough time, I know I’ll be able to restore the damage you have wrought upon this machine.”
