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PLAYER
✧ NAME: Megan
✧ LJ USERNAME: sanestlunatic
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): plurk: sanestlunatic
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: Owen Harper
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: The Eleventh Doctor
✧ SERIES: Doctor Who
✧ HISTORY: WIKIPEDIA LINK OF DOOM / shorter link on Eleven alone
✧ TIMELINE: post-A Christmas Carol
✧ PERSONALITY: As always, the Doctor is a force for good, the last member of his species, bent on saving space and time from ultimate destruction (or just occasional clusterfuckery). Of course, he's the last of the Time Lords because he killed the rest of them in a Pyrrhic victory over their mortal enemies, the Daleks. This may or may not have given him a wee bit of survivor's guilt that is not at all affected by the fact that the Daleks seem to come back time and time again. (To be fair, so do the other Time Lords - well, mainly just one, the Doctor's old BFF/mortal enemy, the Master.)
He's centuries old - nine hundred, according to him, but he's also a big fat liar - and in his youngest-looking regeneration yet. The Doctor acts young and energetic (and is very easily distracted), but he has moments when he's very, very old, and very tired, moments when he feels distanced from every other living thing in the galaxy. This is why he travels with humans, for a different perspective on things - to have someone to tell him "when to stop". Sometimes, after all, he is an alien, and very much a Time Lord, despite spending years in exile (and then killing the rest of them). He can be arrogant, haughty, self-centred, and generally a bit of an ass - but, to be fair, he doesn't really mean to. Mostly. It's probably part of the complex that makes ALL THE HUMAN GIRLS fall in love with him (something he will never, ever understand, particularly in this regeneration, which seems to be extra derpy when it comes to girls).
He's actually quite kind and gentle-hearted - very pacifistic, and extremely opposed to guns. He has a bizarre sense of humour, one that doesn't always make sense to the people he travels with, and is occasionally easily amused by the smallest things. He loves technology of all sorts, and can typically figure out how to use it/break it/fix it/make it do something completely unexpected after just a few minutes of poking around. (In fact, he's particularly good at adapting bits of technology to his own purposes. He's also rather skilled at making technology explode in new and interesting ways.)
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: Limited psychic powers (primarily telepathy), sense of time (fixed points in time/points in flux, an ability to sense time and the passage of time), knowledge beyond that of average human beings, binary cardiovascular system, respiratory bypass system, extraordinary reflexes/athletic ability, looking good in anything. (There's also the whole regeneration bit, which is irrelevant in Prom.)
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: night
✧ MASK DESIGN: http://www.deviantart.com/download/161725687/Ouroboros_Mask__watersnake_by_merimask.jpg
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE:
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/53236306.html
✧ THIRD PERSON:
The Doctor is no stranger to waking up in unfamiliar surroundings - though, he has to admit, it's usually precluded by forced unconsciousness, typically involving being hit with a spanner or something equally undignified. He doesn't remember that sort of thing happening this time - though cranial trauma is often accompanied by amnesia - nor does he even remember falling asleep. But here he is, in bed (well, on top of the covers), fully dressed (this lends credence to the being hit by a spanner theory; the Doctor does not go to bed fully dressed, as a habit, as it makes him uncomfortably warm), in a room that is definitely not on his TARDIS.
(While he doesn't recognise every room in the TARDIS by sight, because that would be impossible - particularly because his ship likes to redecorate without telling him sometimes - he knows when he's in the TARDIS and when he's not. Part of this has to do with the TARDIS's unique psychic field and its relation to the Rassilon Imprimatur, part of it involves the sound of the engines and the way they resonate everywhere on the ship, and part of it is just because he knows.)
A quick pat-down reveals that, while he's still fully clothed, someone has divested him of everything in his pockets, sonic screwdriver included, and that makes him feel more naked than if he were actually, well, naked. He can cope with nudity; being without the assorted accoutrements in his pockets is just not on. The bedside table does not, unfortunately, hold his screwdriver, but a peculiar-looking mask, a slip of paper, and a rather interesting device that reminds him of a bit of early twenty-first century human technology. Of these, he finds the slip of paper to be of the most immediate interest (though, after reading the text, examining the paper minutely for hidden messages, sniffing the ink to determine its composition, and delicately tasting the paper itself, there's not really much else to do with it).
The note is apparently from 'the Exile', a name that tells the Doctor both everything and nothing, which is, he expects, precisely what it was chosen to do. Gallifreyan exiles are stripped of their names, but none of them would ever choose anything as, well, obvious as that particular moniker. (Also, the Doctor is the only exile of Gallifrey to still exist; exile does not save someone when their timeline is erased from the space-time continuum, even lightyears away and millennia in the future.) Not a Time Lord, but someone, presumably persona non grata in this mysterious locale, extending a warning to him. An accomplice of his presumed kidnappers, but also a potential ally? He tucks the paper - still slightly damp - in an inside pocket of his jacket, then catches a glimpse of motion out of the corner of his eye, visions in a piece of silvered glass.
✧ NAME: Megan
✧ LJ USERNAME: sanestlunatic
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): plurk: sanestlunatic
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: Owen Harper
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: The Eleventh Doctor
✧ SERIES: Doctor Who
✧ HISTORY: WIKIPEDIA LINK OF DOOM / shorter link on Eleven alone
✧ TIMELINE: post-A Christmas Carol
✧ PERSONALITY: As always, the Doctor is a force for good, the last member of his species, bent on saving space and time from ultimate destruction (or just occasional clusterfuckery). Of course, he's the last of the Time Lords because he killed the rest of them in a Pyrrhic victory over their mortal enemies, the Daleks. This may or may not have given him a wee bit of survivor's guilt that is not at all affected by the fact that the Daleks seem to come back time and time again. (To be fair, so do the other Time Lords - well, mainly just one, the Doctor's old BFF/mortal enemy, the Master.)
He's centuries old - nine hundred, according to him, but he's also a big fat liar - and in his youngest-looking regeneration yet. The Doctor acts young and energetic (and is very easily distracted), but he has moments when he's very, very old, and very tired, moments when he feels distanced from every other living thing in the galaxy. This is why he travels with humans, for a different perspective on things - to have someone to tell him "when to stop". Sometimes, after all, he is an alien, and very much a Time Lord, despite spending years in exile (and then killing the rest of them). He can be arrogant, haughty, self-centred, and generally a bit of an ass - but, to be fair, he doesn't really mean to. Mostly. It's probably part of the complex that makes ALL THE HUMAN GIRLS fall in love with him (something he will never, ever understand, particularly in this regeneration, which seems to be extra derpy when it comes to girls).
He's actually quite kind and gentle-hearted - very pacifistic, and extremely opposed to guns. He has a bizarre sense of humour, one that doesn't always make sense to the people he travels with, and is occasionally easily amused by the smallest things. He loves technology of all sorts, and can typically figure out how to use it/break it/fix it/make it do something completely unexpected after just a few minutes of poking around. (In fact, he's particularly good at adapting bits of technology to his own purposes. He's also rather skilled at making technology explode in new and interesting ways.)
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: Limited psychic powers (primarily telepathy), sense of time (fixed points in time/points in flux, an ability to sense time and the passage of time), knowledge beyond that of average human beings, binary cardiovascular system, respiratory bypass system, extraordinary reflexes/athletic ability, looking good in anything. (There's also the whole regeneration bit, which is irrelevant in Prom.)
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: night
✧ MASK DESIGN: http://www.deviantart.com/download/161725687/Ouroboros_Mask__watersnake_by_merimask.jpg
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE:
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/53236306.html
✧ THIRD PERSON:
The Doctor is no stranger to waking up in unfamiliar surroundings - though, he has to admit, it's usually precluded by forced unconsciousness, typically involving being hit with a spanner or something equally undignified. He doesn't remember that sort of thing happening this time - though cranial trauma is often accompanied by amnesia - nor does he even remember falling asleep. But here he is, in bed (well, on top of the covers), fully dressed (this lends credence to the being hit by a spanner theory; the Doctor does not go to bed fully dressed, as a habit, as it makes him uncomfortably warm), in a room that is definitely not on his TARDIS.
(While he doesn't recognise every room in the TARDIS by sight, because that would be impossible - particularly because his ship likes to redecorate without telling him sometimes - he knows when he's in the TARDIS and when he's not. Part of this has to do with the TARDIS's unique psychic field and its relation to the Rassilon Imprimatur, part of it involves the sound of the engines and the way they resonate everywhere on the ship, and part of it is just because he knows.)
A quick pat-down reveals that, while he's still fully clothed, someone has divested him of everything in his pockets, sonic screwdriver included, and that makes him feel more naked than if he were actually, well, naked. He can cope with nudity; being without the assorted accoutrements in his pockets is just not on. The bedside table does not, unfortunately, hold his screwdriver, but a peculiar-looking mask, a slip of paper, and a rather interesting device that reminds him of a bit of early twenty-first century human technology. Of these, he finds the slip of paper to be of the most immediate interest (though, after reading the text, examining the paper minutely for hidden messages, sniffing the ink to determine its composition, and delicately tasting the paper itself, there's not really much else to do with it).
The note is apparently from 'the Exile', a name that tells the Doctor both everything and nothing, which is, he expects, precisely what it was chosen to do. Gallifreyan exiles are stripped of their names, but none of them would ever choose anything as, well, obvious as that particular moniker. (Also, the Doctor is the only exile of Gallifrey to still exist; exile does not save someone when their timeline is erased from the space-time continuum, even lightyears away and millennia in the future.) Not a Time Lord, but someone, presumably persona non grata in this mysterious locale, extending a warning to him. An accomplice of his presumed kidnappers, but also a potential ally? He tucks the paper - still slightly damp - in an inside pocket of his jacket, then catches a glimpse of motion out of the corner of his eye, visions in a piece of silvered glass.