The Master
Jan 10, 2013 19:56:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2013 19:56:57 GMT -5
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Name: My name? I suppose you deserve to know your future ruler. My name was Koschei, oh and there were a series of aliases(Colnel Masters, Reverend Magister, Professor Thascalos, ‘Duke Dominus’, Estro, Dr. Emil Keller, The Adjudicator (Martin Jurgens), Gospodar, Mr. Seta, Melkur, The Portreeve, Kalid, Sir Gilles Estram, The Sheriff, Major Kreer, Doctor John Smith, The War King) I’ve gone by Bruce, Professor Yana, Harold Saxon, but amongst all these names, the most important being The Master
Age: Hundreds, if not thousands of years old. I spent a good amount of time dead before that fool Rassilon resurrected me. Came back and bit him on the backside, didn’t it?
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: The underdeveloped fools would call me a Criminal Mastermind. I prefer Pre-Ruler.
Physical Description: A man of average height, occasionally sporting a beard. I like dark clothes, always something black, a nice suit, maybe some velvet? Once, I wore one of those awful Time Lord robes. That was an odd night, don’t judge me. People who judge me don’t like what happens next.
Face Claim: Roger Delgado, Peter Pratt, Geoffry Beevers, Anthony Ainley, Eric Roberts, Derik Jacobi and John Simm
Personality: I saw a psychiatrist once. What was it he claimed again? Oh, yes. Genius, but egomaniacal, teetering on the edge of megalomania. That was what he called it. After the diagnosis, I proclaimed him, passed away.
History: Oh, you know the old song and dance, you’ve heard it a million times now. Time Lord, grew up with The Doctor, part of The Deca, renegade, blah blah, blahblahblah blublahblah blah. You want to hear what happened after I fell back into the Time War, don’t you? You want to know how I got back out, don’t you? Well, sit down, shut up, and read.
So, after my noble sacrifice, and revenge against Rassilon, we were locked back into the Time War. Worse yet, even though it was all over, I could still hear them, the drums. My penance, I suppose, they’ll never leave me alone, ever.
Whatever. Locked in the Time War with Rassilon, his cronies and all of the rest of Gallifrey. I suppose, I would have died right there, killed by Mr. President. Got lucky, I guess.
Some woman, one of the ones who had been kneeling at his side, jumped up and tackled him. So, with one burst of lightning, I made a break for it. Flew right out of the citadel, out of a hole in the Capitol. I slid down the side of that big glass bubble and ran off. Hid in the mountain of Solitude, if you want to be pedantic.
Move in on, I made a base there, broke down scraps of Dalek ships crashed around the Citadel. Always hiding from guards. I suppose, with nothing else to do, Rassilon spent all his time looking for me, trying to capture me, wanting to maim and kill me. I don’t blame him, I hate when people ruin my plans.
So with a base in the cave of a snowy mountain, I was able to live like a hermit for a time. Grew a new beard, tinkered, planned. Hermit things. Did I mention I was dying? I’d burned up a lot of life force, so much that, I wouldn’t be able to successfully regenerate, ever. So, I dealt with that while I was alone.
Daleks are crafty little buggers, their technology was actually rather impressive in this war era. I was able to build a proper life force generator. Solar powered, I’m sure you eco-friendly humans will be glad to hear. Siphoning off my local star, I was able to energize my body back to full strength. It even changed my hair back to normal. I rather like my hair in this body. It’s, neat.
So, the life force being sapped was solved, but that left one thing unfinished. I was still trapped in the Time War. I’d heard of those breaking in and out. Davros notably. That meant it wasn’t impossible. If a genocidal lunatic could do it, why couldn’t I? I had the means now.
Through some complicated wirings that a lesser mind like yourself wouldn’t be able to understand, I was able to bounce a signal through the Schism to my most loyal servants, the Toclafane. I knew that they’re being a live would serve a further purpose one day. I had the little buggers work together to build me a little ark. A pod that I could get into and ride right out of the Time War. The only downside was, to make it through safely, I had to be cryogenically frozen, preserved so that I could thaw out and still be able minded. Regardless it worked. Though, now that there’s a rift in Utopia, I wonder what’s been crawling in and out? Hopefully nothing too evil. I’d hate for my little creations to be harmed.
So, that’s the story. I’m frozen, in a case, headed through the Time Vortex. Where am I going to end up? Let’s find out. See you, same Master time, same Master channel.
Additional Medical Information: Stone cold crazy. But, aren’t we all?
Name: My name? I suppose you deserve to know your future ruler. My name was Koschei, oh and there were a series of aliases(Colnel Masters, Reverend Magister, Professor Thascalos, ‘Duke Dominus’, Estro, Dr. Emil Keller, The Adjudicator (Martin Jurgens), Gospodar, Mr. Seta, Melkur, The Portreeve, Kalid, Sir Gilles Estram, The Sheriff, Major Kreer, Doctor John Smith, The War King) I’ve gone by Bruce, Professor Yana, Harold Saxon, but amongst all these names, the most important being The Master
Age: Hundreds, if not thousands of years old. I spent a good amount of time dead before that fool Rassilon resurrected me. Came back and bit him on the backside, didn’t it?
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: The underdeveloped fools would call me a Criminal Mastermind. I prefer Pre-Ruler.
Physical Description: A man of average height, occasionally sporting a beard. I like dark clothes, always something black, a nice suit, maybe some velvet? Once, I wore one of those awful Time Lord robes. That was an odd night, don’t judge me. People who judge me don’t like what happens next.
Face Claim: Roger Delgado, Peter Pratt, Geoffry Beevers, Anthony Ainley, Eric Roberts, Derik Jacobi and John Simm
Personality: I saw a psychiatrist once. What was it he claimed again? Oh, yes. Genius, but egomaniacal, teetering on the edge of megalomania. That was what he called it. After the diagnosis, I proclaimed him, passed away.
History: Oh, you know the old song and dance, you’ve heard it a million times now. Time Lord, grew up with The Doctor, part of The Deca, renegade, blah blah, blahblahblah blublahblah blah. You want to hear what happened after I fell back into the Time War, don’t you? You want to know how I got back out, don’t you? Well, sit down, shut up, and read.
So, after my noble sacrifice, and revenge against Rassilon, we were locked back into the Time War. Worse yet, even though it was all over, I could still hear them, the drums. My penance, I suppose, they’ll never leave me alone, ever.
Whatever. Locked in the Time War with Rassilon, his cronies and all of the rest of Gallifrey. I suppose, I would have died right there, killed by Mr. President. Got lucky, I guess.
Some woman, one of the ones who had been kneeling at his side, jumped up and tackled him. So, with one burst of lightning, I made a break for it. Flew right out of the citadel, out of a hole in the Capitol. I slid down the side of that big glass bubble and ran off. Hid in the mountain of Solitude, if you want to be pedantic.
Move in on, I made a base there, broke down scraps of Dalek ships crashed around the Citadel. Always hiding from guards. I suppose, with nothing else to do, Rassilon spent all his time looking for me, trying to capture me, wanting to maim and kill me. I don’t blame him, I hate when people ruin my plans.
So with a base in the cave of a snowy mountain, I was able to live like a hermit for a time. Grew a new beard, tinkered, planned. Hermit things. Did I mention I was dying? I’d burned up a lot of life force, so much that, I wouldn’t be able to successfully regenerate, ever. So, I dealt with that while I was alone.
Daleks are crafty little buggers, their technology was actually rather impressive in this war era. I was able to build a proper life force generator. Solar powered, I’m sure you eco-friendly humans will be glad to hear. Siphoning off my local star, I was able to energize my body back to full strength. It even changed my hair back to normal. I rather like my hair in this body. It’s, neat.
So, the life force being sapped was solved, but that left one thing unfinished. I was still trapped in the Time War. I’d heard of those breaking in and out. Davros notably. That meant it wasn’t impossible. If a genocidal lunatic could do it, why couldn’t I? I had the means now.
Through some complicated wirings that a lesser mind like yourself wouldn’t be able to understand, I was able to bounce a signal through the Schism to my most loyal servants, the Toclafane. I knew that they’re being a live would serve a further purpose one day. I had the little buggers work together to build me a little ark. A pod that I could get into and ride right out of the Time War. The only downside was, to make it through safely, I had to be cryogenically frozen, preserved so that I could thaw out and still be able minded. Regardless it worked. Though, now that there’s a rift in Utopia, I wonder what’s been crawling in and out? Hopefully nothing too evil. I’d hate for my little creations to be harmed.
So, that’s the story. I’m frozen, in a case, headed through the Time Vortex. Where am I going to end up? Let’s find out. See you, same Master time, same Master channel.
Additional Medical Information: Stone cold crazy. But, aren’t we all?
