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( Character's Name ) : The Doctor (11th incarnation)
a.k.a.: Doctor Who, John Smith -- True Name Unknown
( Character's Age ) : 909 give or take
( Series ) : Doctor Who
( Canon Point ) : Sometime in the 200 year party gap between episdoes 11. The God Complex and 12. Closing Time of Series 6
( Playability ) : N/A

( History ) :
An in depth summary can be found here, at tardis.wikia.com.

In brief, The Doctor is from an alien race known as Time Lords which lived on a planet called Gallifrey in the constellation Kasterborous. For reasons unknown, he stole a time traveling machine called a T.A.R.D.I.S. and became a renegade time and space traveler.

He flys about the universe in his blue police-box-shaped T.A.R.D.I.S. solving most of its problems, getting into trouble, and spending a great deal of time protecting Earth and/or humans from being eradicated by themselves or other extraterrestrial life.

Most iconically, The Doctor has been intimately linked with the creation, destruction, and repeated attempts at eradicating the alien race known as the Daleks, which continuously threaten almost all life in the universe.

The Doctor infrequently travels alone and has had a long list of companions which have traveled with him on his adventures at various points along his timeline. Many, but not all, have met ill-fated ends.

Perhaps most unique about the Doctor's history is that, as a Time Lord, he is able to regenerate himself when he dies. To date, there have been eleven versions of himself. At each regeneration his appearance and personality changes but his memories (usually) remain intact. The process of regeneration allows him to survive death and may allow him to live forever.

( Personality ) :
The eleventh doctor is at heart a big kid, shunning the mundane aspects of adult life in favor of the more adventurous aspects of childhood. A strong advocate of bunk-beds and hammocks, a decidedly non-balanced diet (fish-sticks with custard, faucets that dispense lemonade), sudden onsets of intense boredom when having to wait more than five minutes or nightmares where he is confronted with the prospect of settling down for a normal family life, his fascination with new gadgets, and his child-like glee when encountering something new or fascinating all plant him firmly within the less-than-mature category.

He lives to run around traveling from place to place, having a fun time, and going on adventures wherever and whenever he can. He is an eccentric scientist with unsurpassed knowledge and intellect. He is constantly curious about all the situations he finds himself in and tries to explore all parts of the universe while explaining or understanding all of its oddities and intricacies. He is a mischievous and crafty inventor, a tireless traveler, a helpless problem-solver, and a fashion-challenged nerd. While his bow-tie may be cool, his tweed jackets (complete with leather elbow patches), now-disintegrated fez, and dorky-looking appearance all speak to his individuality and his penchant to marching to his own drum.

This behavior, however, is tempered by the Doctor’s long life. He has known many races, loved many people, and lost almost all of them. His entire planet was destroyed and his race is all but extinct, he is the last true Time Lord in the universe. When confronted with emotions that recall this situation, he becomes a quiet and sentimental person, filled with sadness and longing for things that he has lost. A large part of his depression is the fact that he is partly responsible for all the destruction and loss in his life. Many times in his life he has had to make difficult decisions, choosing the option that would save more lives while sacrificing others – often the people closest to him. He carries the weight of all the lives in the universe on his mind; enough guilt or pressure to crush any sentient life-form. Many of the people that have gotten to know him have seen glimpses of his profound sadness, loss, and lonely nature of his life. Despite the heavy toll this burden takes on him, he chooses to take the higher path - focus on the good things, focus on the now, and keep on living.

While almost any fan of the show, and any character within the series’ lore who sides with the Doctor, will claim that he is undoubtedly a hero, selfless, and one of the most good-hearted people in the universe, there are many who would disagree. First amongst his enemies in the latter point of view would be himself. Because of what he has done in his life, the Doctor does not consider himself a good person. True he has saved many lives, but he has killed an enormous number of beings as well (not the least of which was his own planet and race). The eleventh doctor has been more willing to sacrifice his life for others more than most previous versions. At several points he has shown his annoyance at people who are willing to die for him and becomes angry at the idea. He does not believe he is worth that kind of sacrifice. Whether he wants it or not, however, it seems the universe is determined to keep him alive.

The huge number of people and races he has helped can become a benevolent but cruel master that will not accept his death nor his inaction. He has tried to escape his responsibility many times. Some have been lighthearted vacations or exotic time/space trips; others have been more darker endeavors, almost daring the universe to try and kill him. In the end, these tactics have never prevented the inevitable. In some respects, he is a prisoner of the demands and problems of the universe. Because he ultimately wants to do good, he continues to follow and fix those problems that are presented to him. From the canon point at which the eleventh doctor is coming from, he is aware that he is going to be killed (permanently) at a certain place and time. This point is seemingly fixed and he cannot escape it. Never willing to be the tool of anyone (especially the universe) he is currently on a two-hundred year ‘party’ living it up as much as he can before he has to meet his fate. He does not relish the idea of non-existence and believes that in the end, being alive is the most important thing.

Turning away from his innocent child-like nature when he’s in a good mood, or his depressive and somewhat self-destructive tendencies when he is in a sad mood, when situations turn life-threatening or critical to the survival of his friends or his protectees, the child-like demeanor and the self-pitying moods vanish, replaced with the darker capricious parts of his nature. Cynicism, bitterness, anger, condescension, and a judgmental attitude are brought down to bear on those who cross him. More often than not, these unlucky beings do not appreciate the value of life or believe in the supreme equality of rights amongst all living things. Rather than cherishing life, these individuals (or races) choose to exploit, inflict violence, consume, or obliterate other life forms.

Although he is a believer in non-violence (and absolutely refuses to wield guns) and prefers to talk and negotiate whenever possible, if he is pushed far enough he has had no problems exploding, destroying, banishing, or erasing people or races that refuse to abide by his demands. He is somewhat hypocritical in this regard, frequently employing others to carry the actual guns and do the shooting or relying on indirect and elaborate schemes that result in his enemies destruction (often in large explosions) in order to make it appear to himself that he does not directly have their blood on his hands. Part of his self-loathing may stem from this behavior. He does not deny responsibility for killing or destroying life, nor does he enjoy it. He is more or less forced into these situations in which the only way to save the innocent is to destroy the guilty.

The Doctor’s personality can be summarized as that of a tragic hero, struggling to stay above the pain and the sorrow and instead focusing on the optimistic side of life. His former incarnation strayed too far into misery and emotion, and this one is determined to greet life with a smile – even if it is a snarky, rebellious, and smug smirk. As he said to Amy Pond before inviting her in his T.A.R.D.I.S. – “There's something you better understand about me, 'cause it's important and one day your life may depend on it. I am definitely a madman with a box!”

( Strengths/Weaknesses ) :

The Doctor’s greatest strengths are his intelligence (cleverness), resourcefulness, bravery, and kind heart. Though mostly mortal, the Doctor has some supernatural abilities – most of which are linked with his species. He has an enormous capacity for storing information (recalling all of it can be a bit iffy), has a working mental map of most of the universe complete with major solar systems, suns, planets, and histories of major alien races, and has the ability to sense time unlike normal beings. He is able to ‘taste’, ‘smell’, or ‘feel’ the current time that he is in within a few years of accuracy as well as an ability to detect anomalous time discrepancies or other time travelers.
He has several weaknesses which are often exploited.

The biggest weakness (as with all good-type protagonists) is his friends or those he’s trying to save. Threaten any of them and he’ll do as instructed until he can find a way to turn the tables. He has no real fighting skills and generally has a non-violence policy. His standard and immediate approach to getting out of dangerous situations is to run. Without his T.A.R.D.I.S., the Doctor is quite vulnerable and usually feels trapped. Whenever parted from it, his primary goal becomes finding it again.

( Other Important Facts ) :

The Doctor’s most important possessions are his sonic screwdriver and his T.A.R.D.I.S. His sonic screwdriver serves as an omni-tool, being able to do almost any task. Unfortunately it does not work well on wood.

Time Lords, including the Doctor, have limited psychic abilities. Telepathy works best between Time Lords and generally requires physical contact with species that are not psychic. These powers allow the transfer of thoughts, memories, or feelings and it is possible for the Doctor to bestow a limited psychic ability to those he ‘links’ with. Although the Doctor’s psychic powers have never been very powerful, they do allow him to communicate with pets and to sense things outside the range of normal human perception.

Ignoring the fact that the T.A.R.D.I.S. allows universal translation of almost all languages for its occupants, the Doctor has claimed to know five billion languages; including several Earth ones, such as French and Chinese.

( Sample ) :

A Klaxon-like alarm starts blaring from the main control room of the T.A.R.D.I.S.

“How terribly inconvenient.”, the Doctor says to himself. He was in the middle of changing clothes for his trip to Kandalath. “Halohawk rides are the best, and those oceans!” Thinking about his destination only brought more possibilities into his mind. “Or maybe Barcelona? “ The planet with dogs that didn’t have noses. For some reason, it seemed to him he had an overdue desire to go see it. “Or maybe it was…”, the alarm sounded again cutting off his meandering train of thought. He grabbed a bow-tie from his growing collection, threw it around his neck, and proceeded to the control room.

One of the monitors still showed his death record which he obtained from the Teselecta. April 22nd, 2011. Lake Silencio, Utah. He angrily flipped the switch for its power. He was a Time Lord. That date wouldn’t happen until he wanted it to, and it wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Amy and Rory had been safely deposited back on Earth, complete with their own home. He smirked and his gaze focused off the control panels. The house was a nice touch. The alarm blasted through his thoughts again. He focused back on the control panels. They were safe. It was just him now. Alone. Well, almost alone.

“Come on Doctor…”, he encourages himself, “we can handle a few surprises on our own.” He pats the T.A.R.D.I.S. “What seems to be the trouble old girl?”

The monitor he had shut off just moments ago turned right back on again at his question, although this time it displays quite a different image. Hitting a large red button to shut off the alarm before it got another chance to deafen him, he spins around to look at the screen. “This can’t be right.” He smacks the top of the monitor a few times. The image flickers but remains the same indecipherable collection of symbols and 3D-graph projections. “It’s like someone’s tying a knot in the fabric of reality.” His eyes are large as he moves his head up, down, left and right, directly in front of the monitor - as if that would somehow change what he’s looking at. “The timestreams of hundreds of people are being diverted.” He looks away at the monitor and paces around the control deck. “It couldn’t be the Angels. They wouldn’t be dumping everyone into the same space-time coordinates. Who could be doing this?” He scratches his head.

“Maybe more importantly, what could generate that kind of power?” He rushes back to the monitor and looks at it again. A smile starts to spread across his face. “I should probably check it out.” Even on a normal day the Doctor doesn’t need an excuse, but in his current situation he needs even less reason to go off and poke his nose into odd anomalies.

He spins around again, dashing from console to console: flipping levers, turning dials, and pushing buttons. The T.A.R.D.I.S. engines hum up to speed as he arrives at two throttle controls. He bends over them, hands tightly placed on both and looks to the vertically oscillating glass tube in the center of his T.A.R.D.I.S. “Here we go!” He pulls down on both throttles with his full weight, putting him into a crouched position beneath the controls. He maintains his grip, hanging off of them as the engines begin to whine in and out. His face is stretched with an excited smile.

A loud pop emanates from the controls nearby. He glances over to the sound, still in his crouched and gripped position, as a large plume of smoke comes pouring out of the console. “No no no no no… I just fixed that!” his smile turns into a grimace. The engines of the T.A.R.D.I.S. start keening. Sparks start to fly from controls around and the monitors fritz out and go blank. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” he repeats to the T.A.R.D.I.S. as he jumps up and straps himself into his safety harness. He grabs a pair of nearby welder’s goggles and slides them over his eyes. Despite his vocal protestations, he seems to be enjoying this.

“Hold tight!” he shouts to himself as he grips the railings and a wide smile spreads across his face. “We’re going in!”

Alternatively: Sample Available
( Questions? Comments? Concerns? ) :

I was going to have the T.A.R.D.I.S. arrive on the island above Vatheon with the Doctor dumped at the coral. In order to prevent him or anyone he puts in the T.A.R.D.I.S. from escaping, I was going to have it placed under a ‘time lock’, preventing it from traveling for any significant distance. I would, however, like to have it be able to move around within the confines of Vatheon and not be ‘dead’.