The Sixth Doctor
Nov 17, 2012 23:42:25 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2012 23:42:25 GMT -5
Canon
Character Image:
Name: The Doctor
Age: 900. More or less.
Gender: Male
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: Meddling meddler, self-engrossed know it all, must I really continue?
Physical Description: Incredibly handsome with a thick mane of perfected blonde curls, a smile that could charm the pants off any species, perfected athletic physique; quite possibly carried on from my third self, what pot belly?!
Personality: Peri seems to consider me of a rather argumentative type, although I always seem to win said argument, she's the one who starts it. The Vale... brickyard on the other hand insists I'm a rather immature sort and a disgrace to the Time Lord society. Really? That's a bit harsh. I'm honestly convinced that my personality is perfection right before your very eyes. And I'm not argumentative. No matter what Peri says.
History: History... hmm. History. Where would you like me to start, the moment I had woken up with that ridiculous stick of celery on my coat? Right, I'll start from there.
I remember waking up in the TARDIS with Peri screaming at my face demanding to prove myself to her that I was the Doctor. Naturally with all regenerations, one does forget some important details. I did save Peri from exposure of spectrox toxaemia... or at least I think I did. Yes, I did. Let's just go with that, shall we? My heroism at fine play right before your very eyes! Then... ahh yes. I remember now. It didn't stay that way. Unfortunately; I attempted to murder Peri due to my unstable personality. Well - I mainly had my previous self to fault for that. The Rani would've had a field day...
I wasn't particularly proud of my following actions that resulted in random bouts of violence, but I managed to bring myself around to a somewhat more stable personality that apparently everyone enjoys! Especially the Stackyard, he really does like me underneath that ridiculous skull cap.
Peri and I eventually made up and we continued on our merry little way despite her constant arguing. Me? Argue? Never! We held many adventures; one in particular dragging the pair of us to the 19th Century where I encountered the Rani.
I wouldn't say that we were exactly friendly during our Academy years, but I however assisted George Stephenson. Now that was a landmark in my travels! Putting my finger on the starting point of the Industrial Revolution!
Then, I met up with my second form and young Jamie – at some point declaring that I was indeed a vegetarian after witnessing some brutal crimes. It's a pity the vegetarian diet didn't help my incredible physique otherwise Mel would not have been pressuring me to drink that horrid carrot juice!
And as always, I gave a brilliant author by the name of H.G Wells the story behind 'The Time Machine'. I've beginning to lose track of how many authors, doctors, scientists, mathematicians, physicists... well. I helped them anyway. How amusing!
We then encountered some Cybermen, Daleks, the usual tripe; and blundered about the Universe until I was plucked from my carousel by the High Council...
Ahuh, now that Trial. Rather ridiculous and pointless if you say so myself. The Railyard... oh very well. The Valeyard proved himself to be a rather worthy adversary, then again I later found out that he was in fact me... or well a future me – spawned from my darkness I exhumed when I first regenerated. At least I'd like to think that. So... the Trial made me believe that Peri was dead by my hand; when in fact she had married a certain barbarian. Rather amusing couple if you must ask. However; I had to prove myself that I wasn't what the Brick... oh for crying out... the VALEYARD... made me out to be – so, I tinkered with his beloved Matrix and presented my new companion, Mel Bush – and from there you could say the Valeyard's real intentions involving my apparent demise were revealed.
So that is where the story leaves me for now, Mel is pressuring me to get back on that treadmill. One has to keep this incredible form active after all!
Signing off...
Additional medical information: I have two hearts, a rather wonderful and superior brain – not to mention an incredible mark up of a respiratory system – far superior to humans. Although I appear to be human on the outside – the inside is far more complicated and clever.
Role Play Sample: “Of course a mere abnormality formed from my very being. I am the Doctor after all – I expel other personalities to the point of becoming somewhat living forms. It's not my fault the Stackyard isn't happy with himself”. The Doctor flicked a switch on the console and looked at Mel, who was watching him with a frown. “What? Being too honest again am I, Mel?”
“His name is the Valeyard”, replied Mel with that typical high twinge in her voice at the end of every sentence.
“I can call him what I want. He is me after all, a somewhat psychotic emotional twin brother dwelling on the Matrix as if it were his lover...” The Doctor turned away from Mel and wandered to the other side of the console. “...so where are we off to now, hmm? Perhaps I can forge ideas into a young brain of Galileo, pinpointing him to at least show some accuracy with his astronomical bearings, he's often off by point five of a millimetre... primitive technology can do so much”, he sighed, and noticed Mel glaring at him. “Mel, if there's one thing you're going to have to get used to about me is the fact that I notice everything; and I'm not afraid to share it, either”.
Character Image:
Name: The Doctor
Age: 900. More or less.
Gender: Male
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: Meddling meddler, self-engrossed know it all, must I really continue?
Physical Description: Incredibly handsome with a thick mane of perfected blonde curls, a smile that could charm the pants off any species, perfected athletic physique; quite possibly carried on from my third self, what pot belly?!
Personality: Peri seems to consider me of a rather argumentative type, although I always seem to win said argument, she's the one who starts it. The Vale... brickyard on the other hand insists I'm a rather immature sort and a disgrace to the Time Lord society. Really? That's a bit harsh. I'm honestly convinced that my personality is perfection right before your very eyes. And I'm not argumentative. No matter what Peri says.
History: History... hmm. History. Where would you like me to start, the moment I had woken up with that ridiculous stick of celery on my coat? Right, I'll start from there.
I remember waking up in the TARDIS with Peri screaming at my face demanding to prove myself to her that I was the Doctor. Naturally with all regenerations, one does forget some important details. I did save Peri from exposure of spectrox toxaemia... or at least I think I did. Yes, I did. Let's just go with that, shall we? My heroism at fine play right before your very eyes! Then... ahh yes. I remember now. It didn't stay that way. Unfortunately; I attempted to murder Peri due to my unstable personality. Well - I mainly had my previous self to fault for that. The Rani would've had a field day...
I wasn't particularly proud of my following actions that resulted in random bouts of violence, but I managed to bring myself around to a somewhat more stable personality that apparently everyone enjoys! Especially the Stackyard, he really does like me underneath that ridiculous skull cap.
Peri and I eventually made up and we continued on our merry little way despite her constant arguing. Me? Argue? Never! We held many adventures; one in particular dragging the pair of us to the 19th Century where I encountered the Rani.
I wouldn't say that we were exactly friendly during our Academy years, but I however assisted George Stephenson. Now that was a landmark in my travels! Putting my finger on the starting point of the Industrial Revolution!
Then, I met up with my second form and young Jamie – at some point declaring that I was indeed a vegetarian after witnessing some brutal crimes. It's a pity the vegetarian diet didn't help my incredible physique otherwise Mel would not have been pressuring me to drink that horrid carrot juice!
And as always, I gave a brilliant author by the name of H.G Wells the story behind 'The Time Machine'. I've beginning to lose track of how many authors, doctors, scientists, mathematicians, physicists... well. I helped them anyway. How amusing!
We then encountered some Cybermen, Daleks, the usual tripe; and blundered about the Universe until I was plucked from my carousel by the High Council...
Ahuh, now that Trial. Rather ridiculous and pointless if you say so myself. The Railyard... oh very well. The Valeyard proved himself to be a rather worthy adversary, then again I later found out that he was in fact me... or well a future me – spawned from my darkness I exhumed when I first regenerated. At least I'd like to think that. So... the Trial made me believe that Peri was dead by my hand; when in fact she had married a certain barbarian. Rather amusing couple if you must ask. However; I had to prove myself that I wasn't what the Brick... oh for crying out... the VALEYARD... made me out to be – so, I tinkered with his beloved Matrix and presented my new companion, Mel Bush – and from there you could say the Valeyard's real intentions involving my apparent demise were revealed.
So that is where the story leaves me for now, Mel is pressuring me to get back on that treadmill. One has to keep this incredible form active after all!
Signing off...
Additional medical information: I have two hearts, a rather wonderful and superior brain – not to mention an incredible mark up of a respiratory system – far superior to humans. Although I appear to be human on the outside – the inside is far more complicated and clever.
Role Play Sample: “Of course a mere abnormality formed from my very being. I am the Doctor after all – I expel other personalities to the point of becoming somewhat living forms. It's not my fault the Stackyard isn't happy with himself”. The Doctor flicked a switch on the console and looked at Mel, who was watching him with a frown. “What? Being too honest again am I, Mel?”
“His name is the Valeyard”, replied Mel with that typical high twinge in her voice at the end of every sentence.
“I can call him what I want. He is me after all, a somewhat psychotic emotional twin brother dwelling on the Matrix as if it were his lover...” The Doctor turned away from Mel and wandered to the other side of the console. “...so where are we off to now, hmm? Perhaps I can forge ideas into a young brain of Galileo, pinpointing him to at least show some accuracy with his astronomical bearings, he's often off by point five of a millimetre... primitive technology can do so much”, he sighed, and noticed Mel glaring at him. “Mel, if there's one thing you're going to have to get used to about me is the fact that I notice everything; and I'm not afraid to share it, either”.