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Your name: Holmes
Your journal: hobbit_hunter
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AIM: adagiotronica
Other characters played at Passing: N/A
Character name: The Eleventh Doctor
Character fandom: Doctor Who
Version: V1 (canon)
Canon point: End of 6.04 The Doctor's Wife
Importing development from old game?: N/A
Background: http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Eleventh_Doctor
Changes from canon, if AU: N/A
Personality:
The Eleventh Doctor is a variety basket of emotions and depth to his person. One must remember that he isn't just the eleventh life of the Doctor, but he is the same man and remembers everything he has ever done (excluding memory tricks). He is an old man, despite looking so young, and has seen more wars and happiness than anyone in the universe. He has had over nine hundred years of experiences (if one actually believes him on his age) and has loved, lost, gained, and made choices that no other person ever could for the better or for the worst.
At his surface, the Eleventh Doctor seems very childlike. He's constantly coined as a "nine year old", with how excited he can become over new adventures or something that is as simple as a Christmas tree decorations. He loves new wonders. He loves amazing things. He certainly loves odd hats, whether they be fezzes or stetsons or pirate hats. He also loves bowties, and odd things such as bunk beds or anything that shouldn't make any sort of sense but does. He's not fond of being told what to do and would prefer to do it his own way, a trait carried in all his incarnations, but he has quite the childish pout in this life.
Though he can also act like a teenage boy. He's easily flustered when people confront him on someone he is attracted to, intellectually or physically (River, Idris). Sometimes notions of who or what he likes, revolving around anything physically intimate, go straight over his head. It isn't until it becomes blatantly obvious what is going on that it clicks, in which he will dissolve into a flailing child and attempt to weasel his way out of whatever it is. Usually kissing. He loves hugs and hand holding, but when it gets to kissing or hints of more, the Eleventh Doctor attempts to dodge it like it's a bullet. That isn't to say he doesn't like kissing. He rather does like it when he's attracted to someone. The Doctor thinks with his head and his heart first, all the rest second. This in no way makes him an idiot about intimate things or loving people.
Remember, he is over nine hundred years old. He definitely knows things about being intimate with others, he's just less in tune with the notions in this incarnation than in previous ones. It is most likely due to the fact he sees himself as so much older than the universe, that relationships will get complicated and they always end badly for him. He out lives everyone, he never changes, they do. It's a mess he would prefer to avoid and so he may even act purposely dense about the entire subject just to avoid it.
The Doctor, particularly in this incarnation, has the need to protect and save children. It was one of the reasons why he was instantly endeared to Amelia Pond; being a little girl all alone in a big old house. A girl who was so scared and so alone she wished for someone to save her. He brought down the entire police state of the Starship UK (with much help from Amy) because there were frightened children when they lost their friends. Whenever there is a child involved, the Doctor instantly puts everything else to the side and do whatever he needs to do to make sure they are safe. To make sure they don't cry anymore, to save them from the scary monsters under the bed. This incarnation is particularly fatherly to everyone around him, most likely due to him feeling his age even if he doesn't look it.
These are just the levels that most people see. There is a darker side to him that he keeps locked away. Usually, it just shows when he looks old. His shoulder sag, he looks far away, he gets very quiet and all the age seems to come from his eyes. He can stay like this for some time, usually needing the help of a good friend to pull him back on his feet. There are times however where it is his anger and not his guilt that shines through. He manages to hold back the brute of the storm, given his title the Oncoming Storm, and gives a warning but he is not afraid to do what is needed to make things right. If that means having to end an entire race or a planet to make sure the greater number of people will survive, then he'll do it. But at the same time it weighs down on him. He never parades it. He keeps it behind locked doors, but it rattles him and he carries the knowledge that it his fault all these lives are now lost. He will act like it never bothers him, that he can carry on, but the truth is it is eating away at him bit by bit. He acts silly so the weight of all those lost lives doesn't crush him. He'd prefer it if people never knew or realized it. The more people know the harder it is for him to fool himself that he's alright, and the more he seeks to be forgiven for what he's done.
The Doctor is also a lonely man, especially in his old age. His entire race of people are gone. It's just him and his lovely beautiful blue box - the TARDIS. Even though it was his granddaughter's idea to take companions with them, back in the First Doctor's life, he continues it now because he is lonely. He needs someone to keep him in line. To keep him company. To remind him how to be like a human and how to feel, when he is so very clearly alien - the Eleventh Doctor in particular. There is usually the side motive when picking up companions, but it is generally selfish. He hopes they turn out better in the end, that they grow, and can help better the world they' end up on when traveling is over. In the end, though, he always picks up another and continues on traveling.
Abilities:
Given the fact the Doctor is an alien, he has several abilities that humans don't have. He has expanded lungs so he can breathe for longer when there is limited oxygen, he is slightly telepathic (touch is required unless it's another telepathic being). He also, being a Time Lord, he can sense time around him. He's capable of telling what is an alternate universe, which timelines should and shouldn't happen, what is a "fixed" point in time, and when time alters or shifts around him.
He is also very capable and good at creating gadgets or devices from what he has around him, regardless if it's one or six centuries out of date for what he's trying to make. He can tell how old something is by tasting it. He can also regenerate if he dies, which hopefully he wouldn't, but that is always a possibility.
Writing sample:
He sat in the swing under the glass console of the TARDIS, swinging back and forth, back and forth. The goggles were set on his face, as they normally were when he was doing heavy repair work on his beloved ship. The crop of bangs normally pushed to the side of his face were hanging in front of the goggles as his eyes focused on the wires in front of him. Hardware, software, dimension folding, everything needed to build more protection for the Matrix of the TARDIS. He wasn't about to let her be ripped from her body again.
Especially given that the next time it happened, there wouldn't be a human body for her to enter. She could just disappear. Poof! Gone in an instant. Then he would be left wherever it was he was at. Alone. A madman without a box.
The Doctor raised his hand to the casing around the wires and ran his fingers along it. Oh, his companions gave him such a hard time about "stroking" bits of his ship, but, he certainly had the right to do it! He loved the TARDIS. He had since the moment he saw her on Gallifrey. A perfect old TARDIS sitting there, left to rot because of the newer models. So, why not? He stole her. He took his granddaughter with him and the three were off to travel the universe and see all of time and space. Apparently, though, he wasn't the only one doing the stealing. His ship saw it as stealing him as well.
He drummed his fingers on the casing and attempted to blow the bangs from his face. "What do you think, old girl? Were the bunk beds a bit much? Yes, yes, I know. I know," he rambled on as if the ship had answered him with words. "They are a married couple and that is what married couples do. I was married, you know! Properly. A wife and a family and children! Then grandchildren! Blimey. But, it's Amy and Rory... the boy and girl who waited. You don't find that a little weird?"
When the TARDIS gave no answer he sighed over dramatically. Of course she couldn't answer him, she didn't have a mouth to talk back with. Not anymore. Not ever again. "They're all grown up now, well, sort of. They've got a lot of growing to do. But, when I look at Amy... I see Amelia. The little Scottish girl all alone in a big empty house. And Rory! I didn't know him as a child, but, I imagine he was the same. You honestly don't find that weird at all? No, of course you don't. You encourage the married couples. Cheeky old girl."
The Doctor gave another pat to her casing before grabbing two wires and moving back to work. "We'll lose the bunk bed for them then! No more beds with ladders, even if they are cool. Give them a proper bed. They deserve it---ow!" Sparks shot out from the wires. "Now what was that for?!"
Voice sample:
No, this is definitely not the Eye of Orion. So then old girl, why are we here? You said you always take me where I need to go. That means someone is in danger! Or going to be in danger. Maybe the danger has already happened and now we're dealing with the fallout of the danger, eh? You really aren't good with those tenses, dear.
Now then! Back to what we've got on hand. The ground is a tad hard, dirt but not dirt. But not concrete or stone! Odd. No grass, no trees, no sign of any vegetable life for... blimey, I'd say miles. That's not good. Very not good. Unless the planet is still being terraformed! Like the cowboys in the old west. Space Cowboys! I'd love to meet a proper space cowboy. They wear those cool hats, which reminds me that I really ought to buy a stetson one of these days. Well, when I say buy...
Anyways, stetsons while cool are not important at the moment! Possibly being terraformed planet with no proper vegetable life, no people for miles, no sounds of machines or animal life. Just silence. That's the only thing that's here besides me talking to myself and giving myself an earache again. Where are Amy and Rory? They're there to listen and ask questions to avoid the whole earache-y bit!
Hang on. Only silence.
Oh. This is not good. This is very, very not good.
Amy, Rory! Stay inside the TARDIS. And I mean it this time! Stay inside the TARDIS! We haven't got the House to worry about or anything else wrong with her. She will be the safest place until I figure out what is going on exactly.
What would the Silence want with a bunch of space cowboys on a dead alien planet? It doesn't make any sense. None at all. Although I've got the feeling it's about to make perfect sense.
Your journal: hobbit_hunter
Contact:
AIM: adagiotronica
Other characters played at Passing: N/A
Character name: The Eleventh Doctor
Character fandom: Doctor Who
Version: V1 (canon)
Canon point: End of 6.04 The Doctor's Wife
Importing development from old game?: N/A
Background: http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Eleventh_Doctor
Changes from canon, if AU: N/A
Personality:
The Eleventh Doctor is a variety basket of emotions and depth to his person. One must remember that he isn't just the eleventh life of the Doctor, but he is the same man and remembers everything he has ever done (excluding memory tricks). He is an old man, despite looking so young, and has seen more wars and happiness than anyone in the universe. He has had over nine hundred years of experiences (if one actually believes him on his age) and has loved, lost, gained, and made choices that no other person ever could for the better or for the worst.
At his surface, the Eleventh Doctor seems very childlike. He's constantly coined as a "nine year old", with how excited he can become over new adventures or something that is as simple as a Christmas tree decorations. He loves new wonders. He loves amazing things. He certainly loves odd hats, whether they be fezzes or stetsons or pirate hats. He also loves bowties, and odd things such as bunk beds or anything that shouldn't make any sort of sense but does. He's not fond of being told what to do and would prefer to do it his own way, a trait carried in all his incarnations, but he has quite the childish pout in this life.
Though he can also act like a teenage boy. He's easily flustered when people confront him on someone he is attracted to, intellectually or physically (River, Idris). Sometimes notions of who or what he likes, revolving around anything physically intimate, go straight over his head. It isn't until it becomes blatantly obvious what is going on that it clicks, in which he will dissolve into a flailing child and attempt to weasel his way out of whatever it is. Usually kissing. He loves hugs and hand holding, but when it gets to kissing or hints of more, the Eleventh Doctor attempts to dodge it like it's a bullet. That isn't to say he doesn't like kissing. He rather does like it when he's attracted to someone. The Doctor thinks with his head and his heart first, all the rest second. This in no way makes him an idiot about intimate things or loving people.
Remember, he is over nine hundred years old. He definitely knows things about being intimate with others, he's just less in tune with the notions in this incarnation than in previous ones. It is most likely due to the fact he sees himself as so much older than the universe, that relationships will get complicated and they always end badly for him. He out lives everyone, he never changes, they do. It's a mess he would prefer to avoid and so he may even act purposely dense about the entire subject just to avoid it.
The Doctor, particularly in this incarnation, has the need to protect and save children. It was one of the reasons why he was instantly endeared to Amelia Pond; being a little girl all alone in a big old house. A girl who was so scared and so alone she wished for someone to save her. He brought down the entire police state of the Starship UK (with much help from Amy) because there were frightened children when they lost their friends. Whenever there is a child involved, the Doctor instantly puts everything else to the side and do whatever he needs to do to make sure they are safe. To make sure they don't cry anymore, to save them from the scary monsters under the bed. This incarnation is particularly fatherly to everyone around him, most likely due to him feeling his age even if he doesn't look it.
These are just the levels that most people see. There is a darker side to him that he keeps locked away. Usually, it just shows when he looks old. His shoulder sag, he looks far away, he gets very quiet and all the age seems to come from his eyes. He can stay like this for some time, usually needing the help of a good friend to pull him back on his feet. There are times however where it is his anger and not his guilt that shines through. He manages to hold back the brute of the storm, given his title the Oncoming Storm, and gives a warning but he is not afraid to do what is needed to make things right. If that means having to end an entire race or a planet to make sure the greater number of people will survive, then he'll do it. But at the same time it weighs down on him. He never parades it. He keeps it behind locked doors, but it rattles him and he carries the knowledge that it his fault all these lives are now lost. He will act like it never bothers him, that he can carry on, but the truth is it is eating away at him bit by bit. He acts silly so the weight of all those lost lives doesn't crush him. He'd prefer it if people never knew or realized it. The more people know the harder it is for him to fool himself that he's alright, and the more he seeks to be forgiven for what he's done.
The Doctor is also a lonely man, especially in his old age. His entire race of people are gone. It's just him and his lovely beautiful blue box - the TARDIS. Even though it was his granddaughter's idea to take companions with them, back in the First Doctor's life, he continues it now because he is lonely. He needs someone to keep him in line. To keep him company. To remind him how to be like a human and how to feel, when he is so very clearly alien - the Eleventh Doctor in particular. There is usually the side motive when picking up companions, but it is generally selfish. He hopes they turn out better in the end, that they grow, and can help better the world they' end up on when traveling is over. In the end, though, he always picks up another and continues on traveling.
Abilities:
Given the fact the Doctor is an alien, he has several abilities that humans don't have. He has expanded lungs so he can breathe for longer when there is limited oxygen, he is slightly telepathic (touch is required unless it's another telepathic being). He also, being a Time Lord, he can sense time around him. He's capable of telling what is an alternate universe, which timelines should and shouldn't happen, what is a "fixed" point in time, and when time alters or shifts around him.
He is also very capable and good at creating gadgets or devices from what he has around him, regardless if it's one or six centuries out of date for what he's trying to make. He can tell how old something is by tasting it. He can also regenerate if he dies, which hopefully he wouldn't, but that is always a possibility.
Writing sample:
He sat in the swing under the glass console of the TARDIS, swinging back and forth, back and forth. The goggles were set on his face, as they normally were when he was doing heavy repair work on his beloved ship. The crop of bangs normally pushed to the side of his face were hanging in front of the goggles as his eyes focused on the wires in front of him. Hardware, software, dimension folding, everything needed to build more protection for the Matrix of the TARDIS. He wasn't about to let her be ripped from her body again.
Especially given that the next time it happened, there wouldn't be a human body for her to enter. She could just disappear. Poof! Gone in an instant. Then he would be left wherever it was he was at. Alone. A madman without a box.
The Doctor raised his hand to the casing around the wires and ran his fingers along it. Oh, his companions gave him such a hard time about "stroking" bits of his ship, but, he certainly had the right to do it! He loved the TARDIS. He had since the moment he saw her on Gallifrey. A perfect old TARDIS sitting there, left to rot because of the newer models. So, why not? He stole her. He took his granddaughter with him and the three were off to travel the universe and see all of time and space. Apparently, though, he wasn't the only one doing the stealing. His ship saw it as stealing him as well.
He drummed his fingers on the casing and attempted to blow the bangs from his face. "What do you think, old girl? Were the bunk beds a bit much? Yes, yes, I know. I know," he rambled on as if the ship had answered him with words. "They are a married couple and that is what married couples do. I was married, you know! Properly. A wife and a family and children! Then grandchildren! Blimey. But, it's Amy and Rory... the boy and girl who waited. You don't find that a little weird?"
When the TARDIS gave no answer he sighed over dramatically. Of course she couldn't answer him, she didn't have a mouth to talk back with. Not anymore. Not ever again. "They're all grown up now, well, sort of. They've got a lot of growing to do. But, when I look at Amy... I see Amelia. The little Scottish girl all alone in a big empty house. And Rory! I didn't know him as a child, but, I imagine he was the same. You honestly don't find that weird at all? No, of course you don't. You encourage the married couples. Cheeky old girl."
The Doctor gave another pat to her casing before grabbing two wires and moving back to work. "We'll lose the bunk bed for them then! No more beds with ladders, even if they are cool. Give them a proper bed. They deserve it---ow!" Sparks shot out from the wires. "Now what was that for?!"
Voice sample:
No, this is definitely not the Eye of Orion. So then old girl, why are we here? You said you always take me where I need to go. That means someone is in danger! Or going to be in danger. Maybe the danger has already happened and now we're dealing with the fallout of the danger, eh? You really aren't good with those tenses, dear.
Now then! Back to what we've got on hand. The ground is a tad hard, dirt but not dirt. But not concrete or stone! Odd. No grass, no trees, no sign of any vegetable life for... blimey, I'd say miles. That's not good. Very not good. Unless the planet is still being terraformed! Like the cowboys in the old west. Space Cowboys! I'd love to meet a proper space cowboy. They wear those cool hats, which reminds me that I really ought to buy a stetson one of these days. Well, when I say buy...
Anyways, stetsons while cool are not important at the moment! Possibly being terraformed planet with no proper vegetable life, no people for miles, no sounds of machines or animal life. Just silence. That's the only thing that's here besides me talking to myself and giving myself an earache again. Where are Amy and Rory? They're there to listen and ask questions to avoid the whole earache-y bit!
Hang on. Only silence.
Oh. This is not good. This is very, very not good.
Amy, Rory! Stay inside the TARDIS. And I mean it this time! Stay inside the TARDIS! We haven't got the House to worry about or anything else wrong with her. She will be the safest place until I figure out what is going on exactly.
What would the Silence want with a bunch of space cowboys on a dead alien planet? It doesn't make any sense. None at all. Although I've got the feeling it's about to make perfect sense.