The First Doctor
Jul 17, 2018 18:27:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2018 18:27:35 GMT -5
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Name: The First Doctor
Age: ~450
Gender: Male
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: Wanderer, Scientist, Investigator
Character Image
Name: The First Doctor
Age: ~450
Gender: Male
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: Wanderer, Scientist, Investigator
Physical Description: Deceptively tall, the Doctor's posture, permanently leaning forwards in interest at what he's seeing, gives many the impression that he is shorter than he actually is. Seeming somewhat frail, he is far more resilient than his thin, bony frame would imply and given to bursts of activity which seem inappropriate coming from a man of such an elderly appearance. His hair is white and rather thin, but falls to his shoulders and is combed back to show his high forehead, since humans recognise this as a sign of intelligence. This, combined with a strong nose, gives him a rather imposing appearance and, combined with his arched bushy eyebrows, make him a little intimidating. He keeps himself in immaculate condition and dresses in a smart, if decidedly eccentric, fashion. Though the ravages of time have been at work on his skin, his eyes are as clear and sharp as ever, and the monocle which he sometimes wears is chiefly an affectation, although it does have impressive magnifying properties.
Personality:
History: Born on the planet Gallifrey, the Doctor grew up in the middle of Time Lord civilisation where he made many friends, including various other Time Lords and Ladies such as The Master and The Rani through his youth. Attending the standard Gallifreyan educational institutions, he did not conform well to the expectations of his society, frequently escaping his tutors and masters in order to conduct what he considered to be far more interesting studies in the great outdoors, teaching himself all about the flora and fauna of Gallifrey and listening to stories from the planet's older residents. Despite his total disdain for organised lessons, he still seemed to do remarkably well in his classes, being regarded by his teachers as something of an irritation- by rights, he ought to have been failing in everything, and yet he was one of the best.
On leaving the Academy, the Doctor quickly found himself in a low-level administrative role in the Time Lords' reference library, and it didn't take him long to discover that he hated it. The only reason that he remained there was the fact that he couldn't think of any other job which he would dislike less. It wasn't the job itself that was the problem but rather the fact that it was a job; just as he couldn't bear being tied down to a school schedule, neither could he bear being tied down to a job. He wanted the freedom to move around, to explore, to discover, to learn... and he couldn't do any of that on Gallifrey. There was a whole universe out there, full of different planets, different cultures... Time Lord histories were all well and good, and the Doctor knew most of them within the first year of working in the library, but he wanted to hear different perspectives, he wanted to learn about different people and, most importantly for him, he actually wanted to be there for himself rather than reading about all these distant, far-removed places from the dull atmosphere of the library. Prior to starting his work, the Doctor had loved libraries. After a year in the job, he loathed them.
Eventually, he cracked and changed his job but, just as he had suspected, this brought only temporary relief. What he really craved was adventure, excitement, new things, exploration and discovery. And he wasn't going to get any of that on Gallifrey; that was for certain. But what could he do? There was no way that he would be allowed off the planet- not as a lowly scientific researcher, anyway. So, the Doctor bided his time. He exhibited more patience than at any point before or since, and he worked towards his escape. It took many years, over the course of which he fell in love more times than he could count and eventually married, having children, and later, grandchildren. In a dutiful sort of way, he loved his entire family, but there was something about his granddaughter in particular which stood out to him. In her, the Doctor saw himself- his own curiosity, his own lust to learn and discover- and so he decided that he could wait a little longer. He could wait for her to make a choice of sorts.
By this time, the Doctor held a senior position on Gallifrey; he was respected by most of society, trusted by a fair few, and though his outspokenness against the Time Lord policy of non-interference won him some major official critics who made many cruel and occasionally accurate claims about him, none of them ever dared claim that he was foolish. Which was an opinion that they came to revise in due course when he took advantage of his position within society to gain access to an old TARDIS in order to take himself and Susan off into the universe.
Many and myriad were their adventures, particularly considering the Doctor's lack of control over the navigation of the TARDIS, until eventually, the pair found themselves marooned on Earth for a time whilst the Doctor carried out TARDIS repairs. It was during this period that Susan attended an Earth school for a while in order to compare it to the state of things on Gallifrey, leading in turn to the arrival of a pair of teachers at the TARDIS door one evening. Incensed at their arrival, the Doctor refused to allow them to leave with their new knowledge of him, and instead insisted on whisking them off to pastures new. Encounters with Daleks, Cybermen and a variety of other creatures followed, and much to the Doctor's surprise, he found himself impressed by how well the humans adapted- although naturally he would never have admitted such a thing. He also found himself rather enjoying their company- though his pride would never have let him admit it. He did grow closer to them after taking the decision to leave Susan behind on Earth in the 22nd century, though their repeated desire to go home seemed to him, the consummate adventurer, to be irrational, but eventually he relented and did his best to get them there. Even so, it took the inexperienced pilot a fair few tries, and when they finally left, he realised that he was sad to see them go.
Ian and Barbara had been the first in what was to be a long series of travelling companions- by the time that they left him, the Doctor had already acquired a replacement in the form of Vicki, the survivor of a spaceship crash, and she was soon joined by the stowaway Steven. With a grasp of navigation which was shaky at best, hit-and-miss would be too positive a description of the Doctor's travels, and when he found himself back on Gallifrey it was a result not of his own action and intention, but because of a Time Scoop which left him in the Death Zone. He did not exactly find it a pleasant experience, but he did gain the ability to pilot the TARDIS effectively as a result, which he considered to be a prize well worth the trouble that it had taken him to win it.
The Doctor regenerated for the first time in Antarctica in the 1980s after a difficult and dangerous conflict with a group of Cybermen which placed a greater strain on him than his ageing body could bear.
Addition Medical Information: N/A
RP Sample: "Oh, dear me, no." One hand to his chin, the Doctor walked slowly all around the object in question, shaking his head decidedly. "No, no, this won't do at all."
It would seem, on the face of things, to be an inoffensive enough object; just a small black sphere with a small indentation in it. So far as the Doctor was concerned, however, it was most definitely not the kind of thing which he wanted to find on Earth, and certainly not in the 1980s. The level of technology contained in the object that stood before him now was far beyond anything that ought to be in existence on this planet for at least another four centuries, and that could mean only one thing. After all, history was fixed. There was no possibility that the humans could have discovered this kind of thing ahead of schedule. Not on their own, and that told the Doctor something important; something very important. It told him, in short, that there was someone or something interfering with the course of history, and the level of technology here meant that that something was alien, from an advanced civilisation and probably hostile. Thoughtfully, the man inserted a monocle into one eye and bent to examine the sphere more closely. When he straightened again, there was a new determination in his stance.
"Very well, then," the Doctor murmured, mostly to himself, and then, louder, "You know who I am. And you know that I will not allow this to continue."
There was no response. With a sigh, the Doctor poked the sphere with the end of his stick. At which point, a more imaginative man might have said that the world exploded. Since this was the Doctor, he would settle for the bare facts, which were that the sphere began to emit a dazzlingly bright light and, simultaneously, an ear-splitting screeching sound.
"Really, now." His tone contained sheer disapproval. "You're simply being foolish."
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History: Born on the planet Gallifrey, the Doctor grew up in the middle of Time Lord civilisation where he made many friends, including various other Time Lords and Ladies such as The Master and The Rani through his youth. Attending the standard Gallifreyan educational institutions, he did not conform well to the expectations of his society, frequently escaping his tutors and masters in order to conduct what he considered to be far more interesting studies in the great outdoors, teaching himself all about the flora and fauna of Gallifrey and listening to stories from the planet's older residents. Despite his total disdain for organised lessons, he still seemed to do remarkably well in his classes, being regarded by his teachers as something of an irritation- by rights, he ought to have been failing in everything, and yet he was one of the best.
On leaving the Academy, the Doctor quickly found himself in a low-level administrative role in the Time Lords' reference library, and it didn't take him long to discover that he hated it. The only reason that he remained there was the fact that he couldn't think of any other job which he would dislike less. It wasn't the job itself that was the problem but rather the fact that it was a job; just as he couldn't bear being tied down to a school schedule, neither could he bear being tied down to a job. He wanted the freedom to move around, to explore, to discover, to learn... and he couldn't do any of that on Gallifrey. There was a whole universe out there, full of different planets, different cultures... Time Lord histories were all well and good, and the Doctor knew most of them within the first year of working in the library, but he wanted to hear different perspectives, he wanted to learn about different people and, most importantly for him, he actually wanted to be there for himself rather than reading about all these distant, far-removed places from the dull atmosphere of the library. Prior to starting his work, the Doctor had loved libraries. After a year in the job, he loathed them.
Eventually, he cracked and changed his job but, just as he had suspected, this brought only temporary relief. What he really craved was adventure, excitement, new things, exploration and discovery. And he wasn't going to get any of that on Gallifrey; that was for certain. But what could he do? There was no way that he would be allowed off the planet- not as a lowly scientific researcher, anyway. So, the Doctor bided his time. He exhibited more patience than at any point before or since, and he worked towards his escape. It took many years, over the course of which he fell in love more times than he could count and eventually married, having children, and later, grandchildren. In a dutiful sort of way, he loved his entire family, but there was something about his granddaughter in particular which stood out to him. In her, the Doctor saw himself- his own curiosity, his own lust to learn and discover- and so he decided that he could wait a little longer. He could wait for her to make a choice of sorts.
By this time, the Doctor held a senior position on Gallifrey; he was respected by most of society, trusted by a fair few, and though his outspokenness against the Time Lord policy of non-interference won him some major official critics who made many cruel and occasionally accurate claims about him, none of them ever dared claim that he was foolish. Which was an opinion that they came to revise in due course when he took advantage of his position within society to gain access to an old TARDIS in order to take himself and Susan off into the universe.
Many and myriad were their adventures, particularly considering the Doctor's lack of control over the navigation of the TARDIS, until eventually, the pair found themselves marooned on Earth for a time whilst the Doctor carried out TARDIS repairs. It was during this period that Susan attended an Earth school for a while in order to compare it to the state of things on Gallifrey, leading in turn to the arrival of a pair of teachers at the TARDIS door one evening. Incensed at their arrival, the Doctor refused to allow them to leave with their new knowledge of him, and instead insisted on whisking them off to pastures new. Encounters with Daleks, Cybermen and a variety of other creatures followed, and much to the Doctor's surprise, he found himself impressed by how well the humans adapted- although naturally he would never have admitted such a thing. He also found himself rather enjoying their company- though his pride would never have let him admit it. He did grow closer to them after taking the decision to leave Susan behind on Earth in the 22nd century, though their repeated desire to go home seemed to him, the consummate adventurer, to be irrational, but eventually he relented and did his best to get them there. Even so, it took the inexperienced pilot a fair few tries, and when they finally left, he realised that he was sad to see them go.
Ian and Barbara had been the first in what was to be a long series of travelling companions- by the time that they left him, the Doctor had already acquired a replacement in the form of Vicki, the survivor of a spaceship crash, and she was soon joined by the stowaway Steven. With a grasp of navigation which was shaky at best, hit-and-miss would be too positive a description of the Doctor's travels, and when he found himself back on Gallifrey it was a result not of his own action and intention, but because of a Time Scoop which left him in the Death Zone. He did not exactly find it a pleasant experience, but he did gain the ability to pilot the TARDIS effectively as a result, which he considered to be a prize well worth the trouble that it had taken him to win it.
The Doctor regenerated for the first time in Antarctica in the 1980s after a difficult and dangerous conflict with a group of Cybermen which placed a greater strain on him than his ageing body could bear.
Addition Medical Information: N/A
RP Sample: "Oh, dear me, no." One hand to his chin, the Doctor walked slowly all around the object in question, shaking his head decidedly. "No, no, this won't do at all."
It would seem, on the face of things, to be an inoffensive enough object; just a small black sphere with a small indentation in it. So far as the Doctor was concerned, however, it was most definitely not the kind of thing which he wanted to find on Earth, and certainly not in the 1980s. The level of technology contained in the object that stood before him now was far beyond anything that ought to be in existence on this planet for at least another four centuries, and that could mean only one thing. After all, history was fixed. There was no possibility that the humans could have discovered this kind of thing ahead of schedule. Not on their own, and that told the Doctor something important; something very important. It told him, in short, that there was someone or something interfering with the course of history, and the level of technology here meant that that something was alien, from an advanced civilisation and probably hostile. Thoughtfully, the man inserted a monocle into one eye and bent to examine the sphere more closely. When he straightened again, there was a new determination in his stance.
"Very well, then," the Doctor murmured, mostly to himself, and then, louder, "You know who I am. And you know that I will not allow this to continue."
There was no response. With a sigh, the Doctor poked the sphere with the end of his stick. At which point, a more imaginative man might have said that the world exploded. Since this was the Doctor, he would settle for the bare facts, which were that the sphere began to emit a dazzlingly bright light and, simultaneously, an ear-splitting screeching sound.
"Really, now." His tone contained sheer disapproval. "You're simply being foolish."
