Tomaz Keâts

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Name:
Caoilfhinn Tomaz Keâts
Just call him Tomaz.

Age: ~32 [Depends on thread.]
Gender: Male.
Species: Half-Human, Half-Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Born in a TARDIS
Occupation: Keeping his kid safe.
(Along with overthrowing various governments.)

Physical Description: The first thing that everyone notices about Tomaz is his rather astonishing height. He is several inches past eight feet tall. Not only does he tower above everyone he knows, but he also has his fair share of muscles. His first incarnation was not much different – although he was several inches shorter in his first. It is unknown how or where Tomaz developed his height from, as his mother was a very petite woman and, while he never met his father, his mother assured him that he was of average height.

Other than the impressive height and build of the man, he is fairly average looking. He normally appears fairly scruffy looking as he doesn’t have much time to shave. He has wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, giving him a pleasant and slightly aged looked, despite this regeneration only being sixteen years old. His dark hair is normally cut close to his head, but occasionally he doesn’t have enough time to grow it out and it becomes a shaggy mane. His eyes are a light shade of brown.

Personality: Despite his regeneration, his personality remains the same despite the change to his face. He can’t stand to be in one place for too long. He has quite a thirst for adventure. He’s constantly on the go. Whether it be something mild as ziplining over a four hundred foot drop with his son attached to his back, or landing himself in the middle of a genocide and helping the people stop fighting. They say that lightning never strikes in the same place twice, and likewise, Tomaz is very rarely found revisiting old spots.

Tomaz would not have gotten as far in life as he has if he did not have an ounce or two of charisma. Luckily enough for him, he just so happens to have a tad bit more than an ounce. While he’s no lady’s man, he can certainly sweep a person off their feet if the need arises. He has enough to conviction to make people trust and believe in him. He has a tremendous amount of confidence in himself and his abilities. He has excellent verbal communication skills, able to convince people of his point of view.

If there is anything to be said about Tomaz, it is that he is extremely compassionate. He will not stand around and watch someone be mistreated. He is a very gentle and kind person at the heart of him, and he would give someone the shirt off his back (and he has before) if they needed it more. He values harmony and cooperation, insisting that the only way to solve conflicts is to work together. He will always stop for someone in trouble, and he will always try to find a way to help them, even at his own inconvenience.

Tomaz is extremely intelligent. He has a natural fluency with coming up with inventions and he’s been described as a ‘mechanical genius’ a few times in his life. He can speak multiple languages with ease, thought that may be the result of the TARDIS reorganizing his head and giving him just a very slight telepathic edge.

He is a natural born leader. From a young age, he has always been able to see the possibilities of the world around him and to him, they were merely challenges that he would inevitably try to triumph over. He very much takes charge of a situation and he has a drive for taking over. He is constantly scanning his environment to find ‘weak’ points and potential (and sometimes obvious) problems that he can turn into solutions. He is tireless in his efforts to fix every problem he comes across that sometimes his methods aren’t always exactly legal. His ability to “take charge” is facilitated by his ability to grasp complex situations and absorb information.

History: His history is rather long and convoluted. His tale begins with his mother. She was a very small and idealistic woman by the name of Aoibheann. She went began to travel with a Time Lord – she never told Tomaz the name of the Time Lord that took her. According to his mother, she traveled with the man for about eleven years. Although Aoibheann never disclosed when she had become his lover, it was understood that the Time Lord was his father.

When the Time Lord realized that Aoibheann was pregnant with his child, he went through the motions of caring for her. This led the woman to believe that he was in love with her, a notion that she still believed in until her death. the child back to Earth under the pretenses of returning shortly. As is often the case with reluctant fathers (particularly reluctant alien fathers who didn’t particularly like hybrids), the man had no intentions of returning.

According to Aoibheann’s mother’s timeline, her daughter had only been gone for a year. Aoibheann refused to stay silent about other planets and distant galaxies, and she was eventually admitted into psychiatric care. Tomaz’s grandmother firmly denied that Tomaz could be Aoibheann’s son. After all, she was only gone for thirteen months – there was no way that she could have become pregnant and he could have aged six months during that time.

Aoibheann’s claim of Tomaz having two hearts was never proven to be accurate. As they beat in unison, it sounded as a singular, healthy heart. Her mother begrudgingly raised Tomaz, reminding him often that he didn’t belong with them. As a result, he was given a different last name than his mother and her family. Keâts. As he grew older, it only became more and more obvious that his grandmother’s words, however cruel they were, had truth in them. He towered over his grandmother and aunts by the time he was six.

He was already well into six feet by the time he was thirteen. Having the appearance and confidence of a much older man worked to his advantage. It allowed him to leave Ireland and become a wanderer. He traded in his natural Irish accent for a calmer English accent. He left England when he was fifteen, passing easily as a man in his early twenties. He settled rather easily in France, quickly learning the language and fitting in.

He met Seluna when he was seventeen years old. She had a tangled mess of curly white hair and the brightest green eyes he’d ever seen. He found her sitting on the roof of his treehouse with a tinfoil hat on her head. When he’d tried to speak with her, she’d rambled off in a strange language he’d never heard of. It sounded both light and airy, but the words were punctuated harshly. He had stared at her for a long moment, watching bemused amusement as she flailed and ranted to him in the strange language.

“… What?”

And she had grabbed him by his suspenders and pulled him into a bruising kiss. After a very long and confusing hour of his life (but he wasn’t complaining, really), she brushed herself off and proceeded to speak to him in lightly spoken French. “Language can be transmitted through my people in such a manner,” she told him, pulling her clothes back on and setting the tin hat back on her head. “I’m quite glad it works between humans… I’d have felt quite silly if that didn’t work…”

That had been the beginning of a very strange and at times very whimsical relationship with the blonde obsessed with human culture. She told him that she had seen humans wear tin foil hats to communicate with aliens. She had assumed, therefore, that it would work for an ‘alien’ to communicate with humans. Their linguistic encounter had made the seventeen year old young man a rather young expectant father. Seluna wasn’t bothered by it, taking Tomaz’s gentlemanly insistence that he take care of her in stride.

Over time, it became less and less like something he needed to do, and something that he desired to do. He wanted to have a family with the green-eyed girl who liked to put on fake beards and follow people along the French streets. It was during this time that he took Seluna to visit his mother, Aoibheann, in the psychiatric hospital. Aoibheann grabbed Seluna and put her hands on the pregnant woman’s stomach. A Karlaithyan and a human hybrid – the Time Lord gene so suppressed that it didn’t even make up a mention worthy amount.

As the months progressed, Seluna became more withdrawn and agitated. She had trouble walking and, although she would not complain as it simply was not in her nature, the pain was increasing. Tomaz did everything he could to make her comfortable, but she eventually became too weak to move far from the bed. She still stubbornly wore her tin foil hat in an effort to understand Tomaz and her unborn son. She would only meet him for a few minutes – dying shortly after giving birth to him.

Tomaz raised Rio on adventure. They wandered around Europe, Asia and Africa tirelessly, fixing places the best they could. His son always bounced back – no matter how many men beat him, no matter how many times a knife was held to his throat, and no matter how close to death they really were. And while things were far from perfect, they were happy. It was a good system, and it worked until a fateful day in Russia.

He and his son had been leading a group of refugees out of Azerbaijan when the Russian authorities had caught up to them. He tried to get his son away, but he saw Rio get shot in the stomach. He was shot in the chest several times, and once in the throat. He slipped into unconsciousness, dreaming feverishly of changing. He was dying. The last thing he remembered seeing was the falling snow and Seluna with her tin foil hat.

And yet… he still woke up. A glance around him and his belongings were gone – including his clothes. There were several bloodied corpses and a trail of blood and reluctant, stumbling footprints toward the direction of a small cottage. Tomaz took several stumbling steps backward, looking down at his hands in confusion. They seemed so much smaller than he’d remembered. He didn’t have much time to go over this thought process, because a slightly older looking Rio ran towards the bloody gravesite. He stumbled away, hiding as he watched his ‘son’.

It was, in actuality, his grandson, Léon. He heard his son screaming out for his papa, and his hearts wrenched as he realized that he couldn’t save his son. This was a fixed point. He watched as Léon ran towards the cottage, and Tomaz turned and ran. He finally found a cathedral. The priest gave him robes and food for the giant of a man.

Tomaz knew that the time wasn’t right for him to return to his son. Rio still had much to do in his life before meeting with his papa again, as much as it crushed Tomaz and weighed on his shoulders. There were many times that Tomaz would watch Rio self-destruct, and he always prodded people from behind the scenes to ensure his son was never alone during his most vulnerable moments.

Additional medical information: Two hearts. They beat in unison.

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