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Player Information
Age: 35
Time Zone: Central Standard Time
Email: charli.day24@gmail.com
Other Contact Info: Discord: Charlemagne#4525 , Plurk: https://www.plurk.com/SerCharlemagne
Prefered method of contact: Discord since I have it on my phone, but whatever works.
Current Characters at Tramitem: None
Reserve: https://tramitem.dreamwidth.org/1812.html?thread=238868#cmt238868
Character Information
Nicknames: John Smith, The Oncoming Storm, Time Lord Victorious, The Last of the Time Lords, Theta Sigma, Destroyer of Worlds, Dr. Foreman, Grandfather, The Great Exterminator, Doctor Donald Duck, Spartacus, Doctor Noble, Sir Doctor of TARDIS, Dark Lord
Canon: Doctor Who
PB: David Tennant
Journal: https://madman-with-a-box.dreamwidth.org/
4th Walling: Yes
Canon Point: Just before the events of Journey's End, the last regular episode of Season 4 of New Who.
Canon Information
The true history of the being known as The Doctor isn't fully known, even to him.
What is known about him, is that he was a Time Lord from the far flung planet of Gallifrey, who ran away from his home planet in a discarded, antique TARDIS who claimed to have stolen him instead. Over countless eons of time, even possibly to him, he and an array of companions have traveled through the annals of time and space, becoming famous (or infamous!) as a great defender, or a great destroyer, depending on who one asked. To his own knowledge, he was born and raised on the planet Gallifrey, though the nature of his parentage is unclear - he has claimed to have been born naturally by Gallifreyan parents, or also by the Loom system which created Time Lords genetically without the womb. He had a family - a spouse, children, and grandchildren - and was extremely close to a fellow Time Lord who chose the name "The Master". (Whether The Master was his spouse, or a similar relative, or merely a friend, is unclear.) The Master would eventually go on to become an enduring antagonist, and a complex and complicated relationship in his life.
Why he chose to flee Gallifrey in a stolen TARDIS was unclear, but he wanted to explore the universe and have a bit of fun. In doing so, he began more and more entangled in the dangers, events, and histories of the various worlds across the universe, which was a crime on Gallifrey. This would be a crime that he would eventually have to serve time for, by exile on Earth in his third incarnation. His first companion was his granddaughter, Susan, who were soon joined by two Earth school teachers, Barbara and Ian. Over the long years of his life, he had many companions over many different regeneration cycles, and made countless friends and countless enemies. The most recent, and therefore most scarring events to leave its mark on the Doctor's psyche was the Last Great Time War, which was an epic conflict between the Dalek race and the Time Lords of Gallifrey. The war would have lasted for unknown amounts of time, until the Doctor chose to end the War by trapping Gallifrey in a pocket universe, and caused the apparent genocide of the Dalek race by instigating them to fire on themselves. The Doctor was deeply scarred by this trauma, thinking himself the last of his kind, and having lost his entire family in the war by his own actions.
Rose Tyler and Jack Harkness were his next two companions, both of whom he grew deeply fond of, during his time as the Ninth regeneration. Their adventures helped him to begin to work through the trauma, though he remained bright and playful as much as he was a bit gruff and irritable at times. When he saved Rose's life, his time as the Ninth regeneration came to an end, and he regenerated into his tenth incarnation. He and Rose continued to travel together for a time until she was lost in an alternate dimension, a loss that haunts him still. It hindered his ability to be a true friend to his next companion, Martha, who chose to return to Earth and be with her family after their adventures had ended. As a being with an immeasurably long time, he has had to say goodbye to all of his companions after a time, but the farewells always wound him deeply. His current companion, a woman named Donna Noble, has quickly become among his best friends, with her biting wit and sarcasm.
Personality:
The Doctor, in this incarnation, is possibly the most human of all of his regenerations.
He is manic and bright, and always on the move. His cheerful personality and rapidfire sense of humor are among his trademarks, and all too often, his mind moves far more rapidly than his mouth does. He's quick to learn, quick to investigate, and fast talking, which does not always ingratiate himself to others, and can overwhelm at times. Beyond that, though, The Doctor cares deeply about life, and existence, and continues to be inspired by the sheer audacity of humanity to simply continue to go out and exist. His fondness for Earth, for humans, is strong and very much at play here, even when he can be frustrated by their shortsightedness. He believes, deeply and implicitly, in the wonder that is humanity, and the amazing things that they will accomplish in time. He has, after all, been there, and seen such things to know where they are headed.
On the other hand, his sparkling and cheerful personality is very much a front for the darkness inside of him. He is still deeply scarred by the events of the Last Great Time War, and his choices haunt him. He is a deeply lonely and pained individual, presumably the last of his kind, and he feels that hollow loss profoundly. The loss of his last two companions, Rose and Martha, have left their marks on him as well - he has come to think of himself as someone who destroys the lives of those he cares about, and has chosen, to his detriment, to travel alone at times. This issue with this was that having a human companion was what always grounded him - without them there to remind him, he would grow more and more detached, aloof and distant. He's capable of great anger, great violence, though he usually prefers non-violent resolutions - it was Donna who jarred him out of a revenge state when facing down the Empress of the Racnoss. He is often prone to moments of distant melancholy, though he will deflect immediately with cheerful banter or an aside when confronted about it. He rarely lets people in.
CR-AU: N/A
Physical description: The Doctor is 6' 1" tall, with a lean and wiry build, appearing to be about 35 human years old. He's light complected, with expressive, dark brown eyes and brown hair that is styled in a sculpted, messy manner. His face is extremely expressive, and he's incredibly physical in terms of his movement and agility - almost always smiling, even if it doesn't always go to his eyes. He can also be seen wearing horn rimmed glasses at times (they make him look smart, he thinks), and he can usually be seen wearing slim fitted vintage style suits and ties, with a vintage style trenchcoat over that he says Janis Joplin gave him once. He rounds this look out with a pair of grubby Chuck Taylors.
Meta Powers His physical capabilities are far beyond that as a human, as he is a Time Lord. All of his senses are superhuman, and he can taste the individual components of drinks or poisons, and food. He has double of each internal organ, and rumors persist that even their skulls are bigger on the inside to hold all of their brains). Because of these multiple organs, including, famously, two hearts, Time Lords are exceptionally difficult to kill. When he is delivered a killing blow, the Doctor will regenerate into a new body and personality, and within 24 hours, he has enhanced abilities in every which way - but he is also more vulnerable to death. A Time Lord can only be truly killed if he is killed again during regeneration. The Doctor also has telepathic abilities, including the ability to impart knowledge on a person simply by touching them. The eyes of a Time Lord are able to process information on their own, and able to change colors - eyes have replaced fingers as the means of interacting with machines among Time Lords. His mind works far more rapidly than humans - he is able to read an entire book in seconds simply by thumbing the pages. The physical representation of the Doctor, and indeed, all Time Lords, is a small fraction of a vast metaphysical, multidimensional manifestation that is otherwise imperceptible to most beings. The Doctor is resistant to most kinds of radiation that would kill humans, and can even process it so that it is harmless to humans. He ages almost imperceptably slowly and can live for hundreds of years without showing age in a single regeneration. He has the ability to see all of time, all that could be and t hat was, every eventuality, without going mad. He can speak every language ever spoken, including that of small animals and even "Baby". Human baby language.
He has a psychic link to his TARDIS, which is another of his meta powers - the TARDIS is the means by which he travels - through time and space. She is a living being and a vessel all in one, and the two of them have an immutable bond. He is also in possession of various accouterments that help him on his travels - a sonic screwdriver, which is a handy all in one tool that allows for scanning(everything but wood), hacking, short circuiting, and generating various forms of energy fields, and his psychic paper, which is a paper inside a simple leather bifold that he can hold up to anyone and it will display whatever credentials he needs it to say to gain access.
For more information on Gallifreyan physiology, please see here: https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Gallifreyan_physiology
Notable/Unique Needs: No, he can pass as human quite easily unless he goes in for a proper medical physical.
Earth AU
Earth AU Age: 35
History: John Smith is not the name he was born with.
Truth be told, he doesn't know what his birth name was, if there even was one. This was given to him by the nurses at the hospital he was born at in London - his mother had given a false name when she had been admitted. He was born at the Royal Free Hospital in London, England in 1985, and abandoned by his mother there. He entered into the foster care system as a ward of the state, and remained that way until he was eighteen. John grew up in a variety of foster homes, and was a sharp and intelligent child with a cheerful charisma about him - though he had a tendency to overshare at times. None of his foster homes were unpleasant, but he was never fully adopted, though he has many fond memories of the various families he stayed with. However, due to this in his formative years, John has some issues with staying in one place, and with maintaining and developing long term friendships and relationships. He's troubled persistently with an anxiety of never being good enough, being unwanted, and abandonment issues.
He attempted to track down his mother once he reached the age of 16, but has yet to be able to find her, despite internet and technological advances in the past thirty five years. He's gradually been making peace with the notion that he simply will never know where it is he came from.
During his youth, he had taken a liking to astronomy and other space related sciences and physics, and became an avid follower of Stephen Hawking, Carl Sagan, and the like - even up to and after their deaths. Likewise, he also enjoyed science fiction novels, such as Asimov, but also humor, like Douglas Adams. He had little else in the world but his intelligence and his used paperwork books, and he devoured them with the fervor of the most zealous. He studied hard in secondary school, and was able to obtain funding enough to attend at Oxford with his grades and his background. He then chose to pursue his higher degree in the United States at Columbia University, where he worked as a teaching assistant and eventually began teaching undergrad physics courses. Unlike many of his colleagues, who were at times not entirely socially adept, John maintained that manic charisma that he had in his youth, and found it quite easy to go out and talk to and meet people. This, however, did not always ingratiate himself with others, as he often had the trouble talking far too much, far too quickly, in an elevated manner that could alienate him.
He currently lives in a very small apartment and bikes to Columbia University for his classes - he no longer is a student, and instead teaches, but he is finding it increasingly dull. Teaching does not provide the mental stimulation that he craves - he wants to get in and get his hands dirty, research, think beyond the bounds of the mundane! Unfortunately, he is bound by not being a tenured professor, and as such, is stuck doing precisely what the University asks for him. He is restless, and frustrated, though he masks it well. He struggles with quiet bouts of depression, but has yet to seek out a therapist for his many issues from his upbringing.
Personality: John is a brilliant and friendly man, with a pleasant demeanor that makes you want to listen to him when he speaks. He almost always has a smile, and a friendly greeting when approached. For all that he is social, he is socially awkward in other ways - he has a propensity to talk too much, too quickly, and often over the heads of others involved, which can and does irritate people. For those who understand what he means, however, the conversations can go on for hours, excitably, and with great verve.
He puts on a cheerful front, but it hides a lot of emotional trauma and depression stemming from his lonely upbringing. He was never abused or neglected by his foster families, but he struggles with persistent feelings of being unwanted, or not good enough, and abandonment. It has impaired his ability to make long term friendships and relationships, though he craves these things. He simply is a bit self destructive about it. He often overcompensates for his so-called shortcomings needlessly, which has deterred some, making him seem a bit clingy or as if he were overcompensating.
He's a complex man of many layers, but he only ever presents his pleasant side to the world. In private, when he is alone (and he is often alone), he tends to brood, and dwell on the negatives in his life. He attempts to make up for this by being manic and energetic when he is out and about, though this may be lending itself to developing a deeper psychiatric issue in the long run.
Physical description: He appears exactly the same as his canon counterpart.
Your Characters 'Event Memory'? The Dalek invasion of Earth - and when he lost Rose Tyler. The Daleks had invaded Earth and were at war with the Cybermen, and he and Rose were trying to stop it from happening. These are the events of the episodes "Army of Ghosts" and "Doomsday", in which they infiltrate Torchwood in Canary Wharf, and a hole is ripped in space time - through which he is unable to save Rose from being drawn into, and she is lost to him when her father manages to break through from his own universe using a teleportation device at the last moment. The memory will be the 15-20 seconds in which they are holding onto various items while the Daleks are effectively sucked into the hole into the space between worlds. He was reaching out to her, watching her try and do what needed to be done. His memory will end before he sees that she is saved at the last minute, so he will not know that she is alive and well.
Anything else? In both versions, he is pansexual, but the Doctor is also genderfluid (by nature of his regenerations) and poly - Time Lords are advanced far beyond the human constraints of gender and sexuality. He has loved so many people in his long life and will continue to do so.
Writing Samples
It wasn't unreasonable, on any given day, to say that trying to navigate the busy streets of Manhattan was like trying to navigate a war zone. If you were an individual on a bicycle, it was even more dangerous - the shouting, the cacophony of noise, dodging taxis, vehicles, any number of flying projectiles - the smoke and the smog - not unlike a war zone at all. This was a route that Doctor John Smith knew well; he had made his bicycle commute to Columbia University for a number of years now, and every day offered up something new, some obstacle, something to catch him by surprise.
He grew up in a city, of course, but New York was a beast unto its own. London was loud, and busy, but New York was...well. It was New York. There really was no other way to describe it. In truth, it was usually about the most interesting thing to happen to him on any given day - and that was somewhat depressing. He lived in one of the fastest, most frantically paced cities in the world, and the most interesting thing was his work commute.
Unfortunately, that was going to remain that way today - but not for much longer.
He had just turned onto Broadway, only a few blocks from the campus, when it happened.
The wind picked up, almost at gale force speeds, and knocked him from his bicycle and into a street lamp. He gave a shout of alarm, as others around him seemed to have noticed - but when he flung his arm around the post and glanced up, the world around him had utterly changed.
Daleks tumbled by his vision, caught up in rush of wind, and vanished through the edge of the event horizon of this vacuum into parts unknown. Their robotic cries just barely registered over the sound of the wind, and he recoiled slightly against the wall.
The wind roared in his ears, though he realized immediately that was a vacuum rather than any wind. It was the sort of vacuum one associated with the void of space, the pull of a black hole, and here he was on the brink of the event horizon. The walls were white, pristine even, and he found himself staring at a pretty blonde woman across the expanse. Rose! His pulse raced, dual hearts thumping with a maddening fear as he held back against the rush. Just a bit longer, just a bit longer -
Just hold on, Rose! Just hold on!
He wasn't certain if he had shouted it, but his throat suddenly felt raw, a horrified dread creeping over him - Helpless to do anything but watch as the indomitable Rose Tyler reached out to pull that lever, to hold onto it as long as she could - their eyes met one last time - and he knew. He knew, in that single dreadful second, that this would be the last time that they ever saw one another. His Rose, who had been there with him, helped him to heal from his trauma more than she could ever know, whom he adored beyond measure but could never say - Cold clenched his hearts, washing over him in a rush as her hands - capable hands, kind and clever hands, feisty hands - lost their grip - lost to him. Lost to all -
His fault.
He had lost her and it was his fault.
He had destroyed not only her life, he had shortened it, ended it, snuffed out this brilliant spark of a woman in the universe. Distantly, he could feel his voice shouting, could feel the ragged strain and pull on agonized vocal chords, but the sound was muffled, dulled - by the rush of the wind, the rush of panic - the surrealism of the shock of abject loss.
Then, quick as it happened, the tree lined streets of Broadway returned to his vision - the wind had stopped, and he was still shouting for a few seconds, throat raw. Still leaning against a lamppost, it took him a moment to realize that he was being approached, and that no one was paying him much attention aside from that one man. Breathless, he reached up and put a frantic hand to his chest - one heartbeat - only one. Wild eyed, he stared at this man, and gripped onto the post white knuckled. "Rose...Rose...!"
He had a distinct feeling he was not going to like this.
((More examples of my writing can be found here: https://a-madman-withabox.tumblr.com/post/626657318898122752/evitcrnity-a-madman-withabox-apparently ))
