The Overseer
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Name: The Overseer
Age: 1,158 (as of seventh incarnation)
Gender: Male
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: Gallifreyan defense force member (first and second incarnations); defense force officer (third incarnation); freelance explorer and intergalactic naturalist/researcher (fourth incarnation - present)
Physical Description: The Overseer's current incarnation stands at approximately seventy inches tall (that's 5'10", for the less arithmetic-savvy) and possesses a thin yet defined physique, with a prominent nose and slightly pointed chin. His skin pigmentation is slightly darker than that of his previous incarnations. His hair is often problematic and difficult to style; thus, it is poorly maintained. Perhaps his most noteworthy facial feature is his blue-gray eyes; many of his past colleagues have remarked on the cold, yet passionate gaze that they protract.
Face Claims: James Mercer
Beck Hansen
Ben Whishaw
Mads Mikkelsen
Billy Corgan
Thom Yorke
Eddie Vedder
Anthony Green
Brendon Urie
Personality: First incarnation: The Overseer's first form was reserved, passive, and ultimately inexperienced. He rarely began conversations, and preferred to act as the idle listener in most situations. Despite being in his planet's defense force, he detested violence without reasonable cause.
Second incarnation: Though his second form was just as vulnerable as the first, the Second Overseer was a bit more sociable. He enjoyed the vigor provided by life-form interaction, and treated most (if not all) of his peers with respect accordingly. He regularly displayed signs of loyalty, compassion, and fairness, although he was easily discouraged and prone to emotional breakdowns if things suddenly became out of hand.
Third incarnation: The Third Overseer showed a darker side of the budding Time Lord. Though he retained his loyalty for those he already deemed close to him, this incarnation preferred not to have acquaintances, as he felt that they threatened his reputation. Intelligent, daring, and an excellent leader, the Third Overseer was a fine example of a powerful fighter. However, his obsession with personal growth and his general disdain for new things eventually led to his downfall.
Fourth incarnation: Knowing that he had damaged his standing in his previous form, the Fourth Overseer took matters into his own hands once Three had regenerated. Inheriting a slightly older body, the Fourth Overseer was wise, well-spoken, and inquisitive, but still harbored hate for those that had wronged him in the past. His train of thought was consistently logical and well-organized, and he adored history and science alike.
Fifth incarnation: This form was far more jovial than his past four. Prone to recklessness, but a prime optimist, the Overseer's fifth incarnation was widely regarded as a "people-person" in the intergalactic vernacular. He frequently made humor even out of the most dire situations, but acted accordingly nonetheless. Pun-infused jokes made him laugh, and he enjoyed reading and listening to traditional Gallifreyan music in his spare time.
Sixth incarnation: Cool and calculating, the Sixth Overseer essentially saw himself as a better-built reincarnation of his third life. This form was a workaholic; he slept infrequently and always looked for something to do, however pointless it may have been. Extremely intelligent and fluent in several languages, he also found pleasure in working with logic and statistics, much like his fourth incarnation. However, he was also a slight coward; he often made up passive-aggressive excuses for himself in an attempt to avoid doing certain things.
Seventh incarnation (current): The Seventh Overseer is a man of action. Though he acts impulsively, he is a brilliant, if not unorthodox thinker. He rambles to himself on occasion, bu he claims that this aids his thought process. He is generally likable, and tends to enjoy the aspects of companionship in most cases. However, he is easily angered, and occasionally finds himself seething with rage for even trivial reasons. When facing an enemy, violence is generally not his first move, but it is always justified in his eyes in some way or another; a sharp contrast to his first form.
Eighth incarnation: To be determined!
Ninth incarnation: To be determined!
History: The Overseer was born on Gallifrey, and enjoyed a relatively average childhood. He was a high achiever at the Academy, although his social skills were somewhat lacking. A friend of his later goaded him to enlist in the Gallifreyan defense forces, where he remained for over fifty years. Though timid, he exemplified the qualities that his presiding officers enjoyed seeing in their kin. He served dutifully throughout his first three incarnations (the first two regenerations were each brought on by a wound of some kind), and his favor with his peers steadily grew. All the while, he developed a keen interest in intergalactic biology.
In his third form, however, this prestige was sullied. He was promoted, which boded ill for his third life's inflated-ego personality. He became manipulative, controlling, and overly zealous of his own power. This led to his dishonorable discharge from the defense force, and another regeneration ensued after a few of his disdainful peers cornered and beat him bloody.
When the Overseer awoke in his fourth form, he initially kept a low profile, tethered away in isolation. One day, he quietly smuggled his decommissioned TARDIS away and calibrated it to be more suitable for long-distance travel. A new wave of euphoria had washed over him as he and his Rassilon Imprimatur united as one entity again. Subsequently, the curious Time Lord began to explore the universe around him. The vibrant extraterrestrial life intrigued him greatly. He took notes on his
earlier travels, and stored them away in his vessel's archives. This incarnation was his longest-lived (about 300 years), and eventually regenerated after a venomous sting from a specimen that he had misidentified.
The Fifth Overseer, eager to see and document the "night life" of the universe, was the first Overseer form to permit companions into his TARDIS. Though he generally only took them for short, stream-of-consciousness trips, he nevertheless enjoyed the company. This form regenerated after a bounty hunter (disguised as an ally) shot him in exchange for a princely sum. However, the Overseer's successive form overpowered him, despite suffering from post-regenerative sickness.
The Sixth Overseer would later claim that his act of vengeance in the name of his previous life was mere delirium. He reverted to traveling alone, and continued his adventuring and research. This life met his fate in a biochemical research frigate after contracting radiation poisoning due to a malfunctioning shutoff switch.
The Seventh Overseer continues to explore the universe. He documents his studies now and again, but also travels purely for the exhilaration of it all.
Addition Medical Information: All seven of the Overseer's incarnations have normal medical records.
RP Sample: A bead of sweat clung to the Overseer's brow, reluctant to be brushed away even by the side of his palm. He was seated in the gallery below his TARDIS' central column, eyes glazed over a transponder. The figure speaking to the Time Lord, blue and somewhat translucent inside the small screen, was a balding man in his late fifties, communicating with the Overseer from Earth, in the aforementioned planet's year 2112.
"You understand that this is a very, er... outlandish claim, yes?," the man asked in a hushed voice, as if he were in a library.
The Overseer, arms crossed, merely scoffed.
"I'm eleven hundred and fifty eight years old, and you're speaking to me as if I'm a child," he shot back, unintentionally cross in tone. "The specimen is not of your galaxy. A hundred and fifty years of your, ah, "space" travel and your race alone hasn't even visited Andromeda yet. I still don't understand why you don't just allow us Time Lords to-"
"Very well, very well, you have made your point!" the balding human squeaked. "We lack the necessary resources, but that is irrelevant to this project. You are employed, albeit temporarily, to assist us in this research. You have proven your worth before. Now, we are attempting to pinpoint the exact origins of this specimen." He produced a lime-greenish substance, slightly luminous in luster and viscous in texture.
"Well, I assure you that I've never seen such a peculiar substance in my life. Have you tried poking it with a stick?"
The man shot the Overseer an incredulous glance through the transponder screen, to which the former only shook his head in amusement.
"It's completely harmless. I'm gathering vital statistics on the specimen from my faithful vessel's beacon. Funny how I don't even have to set foot on your planet and yet still find myself capable of collecting more qualitative and quantitative data alike than your entire agency."
"Statistics aside..." the man grumbled. "Are you quite finished, sir? We have barely accepted the concordat between humans and, ah... Time Lords..."
The Seventh Overseer chuckled.
"I don't know what the substance is, but I assure you that my TARDIS has confirmed that it lacks any sort of conspicuous toxic composition. If you're still not appeased... well, try tasting the damn thing."
The man who so desperately needed Rogaine (or any futuristic variant) opened his mouth to vehemently speak once more, but the Overseer waved him down.
"I'll be right down. In the meantime, do not interact with the specimen anymore. It's not the specimen that's concerning me. It's the circumstances of how it landed on Earth. Rather mysterious. Just hold tight, yeah?"
The Time Lord then switched off the transponder screen, and scrambled up to the ship's upper deck. It was time to initiate the landing sequence.
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Sixth incarnation:
Seventh incarnation:
Eighth incarnation (future):
Ninth incarnation (future):
Name: The Overseer
Age: 1,158 (as of seventh incarnation)
Gender: Male
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: Gallifreyan defense force member (first and second incarnations); defense force officer (third incarnation); freelance explorer and intergalactic naturalist/researcher (fourth incarnation - present)
Physical Description: The Overseer's current incarnation stands at approximately seventy inches tall (that's 5'10", for the less arithmetic-savvy) and possesses a thin yet defined physique, with a prominent nose and slightly pointed chin. His skin pigmentation is slightly darker than that of his previous incarnations. His hair is often problematic and difficult to style; thus, it is poorly maintained. Perhaps his most noteworthy facial feature is his blue-gray eyes; many of his past colleagues have remarked on the cold, yet passionate gaze that they protract.
Face Claims: James Mercer
Beck Hansen
Ben Whishaw
Mads Mikkelsen
Billy Corgan
Thom Yorke
Eddie Vedder
Anthony Green
Brendon Urie
Personality: First incarnation: The Overseer's first form was reserved, passive, and ultimately inexperienced. He rarely began conversations, and preferred to act as the idle listener in most situations. Despite being in his planet's defense force, he detested violence without reasonable cause.
Second incarnation: Though his second form was just as vulnerable as the first, the Second Overseer was a bit more sociable. He enjoyed the vigor provided by life-form interaction, and treated most (if not all) of his peers with respect accordingly. He regularly displayed signs of loyalty, compassion, and fairness, although he was easily discouraged and prone to emotional breakdowns if things suddenly became out of hand.
Third incarnation: The Third Overseer showed a darker side of the budding Time Lord. Though he retained his loyalty for those he already deemed close to him, this incarnation preferred not to have acquaintances, as he felt that they threatened his reputation. Intelligent, daring, and an excellent leader, the Third Overseer was a fine example of a powerful fighter. However, his obsession with personal growth and his general disdain for new things eventually led to his downfall.
Fourth incarnation: Knowing that he had damaged his standing in his previous form, the Fourth Overseer took matters into his own hands once Three had regenerated. Inheriting a slightly older body, the Fourth Overseer was wise, well-spoken, and inquisitive, but still harbored hate for those that had wronged him in the past. His train of thought was consistently logical and well-organized, and he adored history and science alike.
Fifth incarnation: This form was far more jovial than his past four. Prone to recklessness, but a prime optimist, the Overseer's fifth incarnation was widely regarded as a "people-person" in the intergalactic vernacular. He frequently made humor even out of the most dire situations, but acted accordingly nonetheless. Pun-infused jokes made him laugh, and he enjoyed reading and listening to traditional Gallifreyan music in his spare time.
Sixth incarnation: Cool and calculating, the Sixth Overseer essentially saw himself as a better-built reincarnation of his third life. This form was a workaholic; he slept infrequently and always looked for something to do, however pointless it may have been. Extremely intelligent and fluent in several languages, he also found pleasure in working with logic and statistics, much like his fourth incarnation. However, he was also a slight coward; he often made up passive-aggressive excuses for himself in an attempt to avoid doing certain things.
Seventh incarnation (current): The Seventh Overseer is a man of action. Though he acts impulsively, he is a brilliant, if not unorthodox thinker. He rambles to himself on occasion, bu he claims that this aids his thought process. He is generally likable, and tends to enjoy the aspects of companionship in most cases. However, he is easily angered, and occasionally finds himself seething with rage for even trivial reasons. When facing an enemy, violence is generally not his first move, but it is always justified in his eyes in some way or another; a sharp contrast to his first form.
Eighth incarnation: To be determined!
Ninth incarnation: To be determined!
History: The Overseer was born on Gallifrey, and enjoyed a relatively average childhood. He was a high achiever at the Academy, although his social skills were somewhat lacking. A friend of his later goaded him to enlist in the Gallifreyan defense forces, where he remained for over fifty years. Though timid, he exemplified the qualities that his presiding officers enjoyed seeing in their kin. He served dutifully throughout his first three incarnations (the first two regenerations were each brought on by a wound of some kind), and his favor with his peers steadily grew. All the while, he developed a keen interest in intergalactic biology.
In his third form, however, this prestige was sullied. He was promoted, which boded ill for his third life's inflated-ego personality. He became manipulative, controlling, and overly zealous of his own power. This led to his dishonorable discharge from the defense force, and another regeneration ensued after a few of his disdainful peers cornered and beat him bloody.
When the Overseer awoke in his fourth form, he initially kept a low profile, tethered away in isolation. One day, he quietly smuggled his decommissioned TARDIS away and calibrated it to be more suitable for long-distance travel. A new wave of euphoria had washed over him as he and his Rassilon Imprimatur united as one entity again. Subsequently, the curious Time Lord began to explore the universe around him. The vibrant extraterrestrial life intrigued him greatly. He took notes on his
earlier travels, and stored them away in his vessel's archives. This incarnation was his longest-lived (about 300 years), and eventually regenerated after a venomous sting from a specimen that he had misidentified.
The Fifth Overseer, eager to see and document the "night life" of the universe, was the first Overseer form to permit companions into his TARDIS. Though he generally only took them for short, stream-of-consciousness trips, he nevertheless enjoyed the company. This form regenerated after a bounty hunter (disguised as an ally) shot him in exchange for a princely sum. However, the Overseer's successive form overpowered him, despite suffering from post-regenerative sickness.
The Sixth Overseer would later claim that his act of vengeance in the name of his previous life was mere delirium. He reverted to traveling alone, and continued his adventuring and research. This life met his fate in a biochemical research frigate after contracting radiation poisoning due to a malfunctioning shutoff switch.
The Seventh Overseer continues to explore the universe. He documents his studies now and again, but also travels purely for the exhilaration of it all.
Addition Medical Information: All seven of the Overseer's incarnations have normal medical records.
RP Sample: A bead of sweat clung to the Overseer's brow, reluctant to be brushed away even by the side of his palm. He was seated in the gallery below his TARDIS' central column, eyes glazed over a transponder. The figure speaking to the Time Lord, blue and somewhat translucent inside the small screen, was a balding man in his late fifties, communicating with the Overseer from Earth, in the aforementioned planet's year 2112.
"You understand that this is a very, er... outlandish claim, yes?," the man asked in a hushed voice, as if he were in a library.
The Overseer, arms crossed, merely scoffed.
"I'm eleven hundred and fifty eight years old, and you're speaking to me as if I'm a child," he shot back, unintentionally cross in tone. "The specimen is not of your galaxy. A hundred and fifty years of your, ah, "space" travel and your race alone hasn't even visited Andromeda yet. I still don't understand why you don't just allow us Time Lords to-"
"Very well, very well, you have made your point!" the balding human squeaked. "We lack the necessary resources, but that is irrelevant to this project. You are employed, albeit temporarily, to assist us in this research. You have proven your worth before. Now, we are attempting to pinpoint the exact origins of this specimen." He produced a lime-greenish substance, slightly luminous in luster and viscous in texture.
"Well, I assure you that I've never seen such a peculiar substance in my life. Have you tried poking it with a stick?"
The man shot the Overseer an incredulous glance through the transponder screen, to which the former only shook his head in amusement.
"It's completely harmless. I'm gathering vital statistics on the specimen from my faithful vessel's beacon. Funny how I don't even have to set foot on your planet and yet still find myself capable of collecting more qualitative and quantitative data alike than your entire agency."
"Statistics aside..." the man grumbled. "Are you quite finished, sir? We have barely accepted the concordat between humans and, ah... Time Lords..."
The Seventh Overseer chuckled.
"I don't know what the substance is, but I assure you that my TARDIS has confirmed that it lacks any sort of conspicuous toxic composition. If you're still not appeased... well, try tasting the damn thing."
The man who so desperately needed Rogaine (or any futuristic variant) opened his mouth to vehemently speak once more, but the Overseer waved him down.
"I'll be right down. In the meantime, do not interact with the specimen anymore. It's not the specimen that's concerning me. It's the circumstances of how it landed on Earth. Rather mysterious. Just hold tight, yeah?"
The Time Lord then switched off the transponder screen, and scrambled up to the ship's upper deck. It was time to initiate the landing sequence.