THE DOCTOR

[The Doctor]

Full Name: The Doctor
Aliases/Nicknames: John Smith, Theta Sigma, Lord President of Gallifrey, the Oncoming Storm, the Destroyer of Worlds, Merlin, the Renegade, the Warrior, the Madman With A Box, the Caretaker, Get Off This Planet, Doctor Disco, the Timeless Child
Age: At least 2000 at last count, but who knows really?
Birthday: Presumably once a year
Gender: Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey
Species: Time Lord
Spoken Languages: Gallifreyan, English, Cat, Baby, Dinosaur, Horse, and everything in-between

5 POSITIVE TRAITS
* Genius
* Curious
* Adventurous
* Heroic
* Kind

5 NEGATIVE TRAITS
* Idiot
* Arrogant
* Manipulative
* Selfish
* Reckless

Relationship Status: Sometimes single, sometimes married, sometimes it's complicated thanks to time travel
Sexuality: Asexual
Hobbies/interests: Travelling, saving the universe, cooking, music, teaching, knitting, cheesemaking

History: Oh, I hate having to do these. Never really had the time to write my own autobiography funnily enough. There's just so much! You only need to pick up the universe's history book, I'm bound to pop up. No? Okay, fine, fair enough. Let's see now...

Short version: space. Time. Travelling. Alien. Running. Monsters. Stopping the monsters. More running. Different faces. Fighting. Peace. Running again. Never cruel, never cowardly. Saving the universe. More running. Oh, and chips. More frequently than I thought. There, a life summed up.

Not enough? Seriously? We could be here all century going through the details. But alright, I suppose I can give you a bit more to work with.

Basic stuff first. I'm the Doctor, a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey. I'm a long way from home, I know. Found it boring so I stole a TARDIS—my wonderful, ever-reliable ship—and ran away. I just didn't want to put up with the pompous stuffiness anymore and get to see the universe's sights, but I suppose fighting monsters and stopping evil along the journey was always in the pipeline. Trouble seemed to find me right from the start. But if I can do something right, something to help while I'm knocking about, then I'd say it's worthwhile.

It's been a long time since I started running. Admittedly didn't take long before my lot caught me for it. We're not exactly meant to interfere, y'see. Decided to exile me on Earth for it. Wasn't so bad, though, considering that planet's become something of a favourite of mine. They let me off when I helped them with some spots of bother so it was straight back to the stars. Made friends, had adventures. Went through a few faces. Made some enemies, sure, but it took a while for it to stop being fun. The Daleks—most deadly race I ever met—went to war with my people. The Last Great Time War. The whole of creation would've got caught up in it and destroyed if I hadn't stopped it. The only way how was to try and destroy them all. Of course the Daleks still survived. But for a while, I thought I'd lost the Time Lords too. It wasn't my choice. I moved on, kept travelling. Took a while but I found out I didn't kill them, not really. They were still alive. Helped me when I needed them most at what was almost the end of my life. Except...well, turns out I'm not just another Time Lord. Recently found out I've had a lot more faces than I remembered. Neat little trick we have, regeneration. Changing our bodies so we don't die. And apparently they got it from me. Still processing that, I suppose. But that's not going to stop me from doing what I've always done. Travelling, helping out, and being kind. Just got to see where I'm going next.

RP Sample: Clink. Clink. Clink.

Is that really the best use of your time?

Well what would you suggest we do?

Oh come on. You're acting like this is the first unescapable prison we've been stuck in.

The Doctor groaned at themself, their frown directed at the spoon in their hand growing more intense. Amidst all the other thoughts running through their mind, they were experiencing a rather useless but still pressing need to try and recall where exactly the spoon had come from. The Ritz? The Crystal Bucephalus? Darillium? Ah, and now add regretful nostalgia to the myriad mix of ideas leading nowhere. Deciding it maybe wasn't the most important matter at this point in time, they stopped knocking the spoon against the bars of their cell and put it back in their coat pocket.

Now their attention turned to the stars outside the bars. Well, probably something more than just bars. Not a window though, there was no glass between them. So obviously there was some sort of atmospheric shell being held in place if this was right on the otuside of a structure in space.

Wait, was that finally a useful thought? A smile dared to cross their lips. It'd taken a while, but they were finally getting somewhere. They'd long since given up trying to keep track of how long they've been here. There wasn't even any indication of where here was. No one had come along to inform them or gloat or make small talk. You'd think after experiencing a life-changing revelation about secret existences you've had before but were kept hidden from you, someone would have the decency to at least tell you where you are while you pointedly ignore that fact for the sake of breaking out and possibly breaking down about it later. But nah, they'd be fine. They always were.

Pity they still didn't have their scarf to feed it through the bars and see how far out the protective shell extended. Or any guards who would appear for them to try and knock out with some Venusian aikido. Or something to make this not become the most boring item on their list of Places They've Been Stuck In For A Long Time. Of course they first thing they'd done was try the sonic screwdriver on the door, but it was deadlocked. Maximum security indeed.

Pursing their lips thoughtfully, the Doctor started rummaging through their pockets again. Maybe there was still something useful. Like a saw, or their old recorder. Maybe they'd left that old rainbow umbrella deep down there somewhere. It was so colourful it was audible, someone was bound to see that and come running.

And the sooner they could get out of here and back to their friends, the better. They'd find a way. It would just take some more time.

OOC Alias: Eon
Timezone: GMT
What is your opinion on my idea of an ultimate multifandom-verse?: It's crazy and wibbly-wobbly wonderful

[Clara Oswald]

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