(I'm just gonna leave this here since I've tweaked it about a million times this weekend. >_>)
Player Name: Liam Username: chibalerasui Current/former characters: N/A
Sleeper Character: The Doctor (First) Username: whowillsaveyou Canon: Doctor Who (Classic) Canon point: Just after the Dalek Invasion of Earth, where he left Susan. Age: Late 60s (say 67 for City ID's sake?) Appearance: The Doctor is an old man with grey hair and wrinkles, standing around 5'8". He's usually found wearing a pair of checkered pants, a dress shirt (usually striped), and a black tie, and often seen wearing his black jacket, though he does occasionally change outfits to suit the environment he happens to land in. He dons a pair of wire-framed glasses for reading, and carries around a wooden walking cane, often putting it to use. He's aged, and though he carries himself with dignity, he can often be found hunched over or leaning against things for support due to back pains that he may complain about.
Played-by: William Hartnell
Personality: The Doctor is ever so curious about everything, wanting to investigate everything he sees, but at the same time, tries his best not to get involved in the affairs of others. This never seems to work, as he always finds himself dragged into everything by his companions, whom he can never seem to convince not to get involved - even if they only get involved by accident. Why does he travel with these people again?
He's a genius, and he knows it. He knows he's smarter than most of those around him, but he's also easily distracted, a bit flighty, and can lose his train of thought if a new shiny draws his attention. When his intelligence does show itself, it's usually in the form of hints or riddles, rather than giving the direct answer to a problem. Quirky, some might call him. Other just think he's frustrating.
He's also pretty solitary - while he does have his companions, he sometimes prefers seclusion, and at times will bicker and complain endlessly about people, but at other times he can be rather charming and sociable. He'll be rude and cold-hearted one minute, then apologizing the next and trying to make those he upset feel better.
Unfortunately, he has the habit of being overprotective of women, insisting they not put themselves in danger, or berating them when they do. He will, in time, outgrow this, as he learns that the women around him can more than look out for themselves (and with how aged and frail he can be at times, look out for him, as well).
Powers/skills: Eidetic memory (with the side-effect of making it difficilt to draw from a particular memory because he remembers everything, and he's old okay :|), can solve problems easily (if he can focus on them), and good at talking people out of possible violent situations (diplomacy, go!).
(I'd say the first counts as a power while the other two are skills?)
City Name: Dr William Harris Olsen (:D) Position: Doctor of Science, Scientist and Professor History: William was born to a wealthy family in the central district, a family of entrepreneurs and merchants. He's the only child to Denise and Brandon Olsen, both upstanding citizens held in high regard. While an only child, William had many cousins who were all raised on the family's estate alongside him, sharing lessons and tutelage until they separated for school.
The children were encouraged to follow their own career choices, and his cousins each went off to do their own things, some training to take over the family businesses, others taking up the arts, or other ventures. William went on to study science, having a fondness for the unknown and unexplainable, wanting to learn how things worked and how to make them work better. He never had much luck with technology - that area always escaped him - but chemistry, biology, and other areas of science intrigued him, and he spent much of his time working on various home experiments. Many a time his experiments lead to disastrous outcomes, starting fires or the occasional chemical burn, minor explosions, and even one time releasing chemical fumes that knocked him unconcious - and might have killed him had his mother not noticed and been able to air out the place.
He still managed to survive those years, surprisingly, and went on to study at the best schools, eventually attaining himself a doctorate. He managed this a year early, and that only because he wasted much of his time on his own experiments. He was terrible about writing formal papers, and it took a studious professor with an inquisitive mind to question him and be able to figure out the full magnitude of his studies.
Many of his personal experiments never saw the light of day until years later, when he took on a like-minded, but much younger, scientist as an apprentice, who pestered William into formally presenting his findings. It took some years for him to finally give in and start doing so, and his apprentice had to do most of the writing, but his research was finally seeing recognition, earning him praise and recognition amongst the scientific community.
At the age of forty, he married a young woman, Elena, and they had three children. William was far more interested in his work than family life, so it was up to Elena to raise the children, though William's apprentice, quickly becoming a close friend, was around his home often enough that his children (and later grandchildren) called them aunt/uncle. He helped in some family affairs, and even assisted when he could with Elena's failing health in later years.
With an apprentice under his wing, and his work recognized, William was offered a teaching position at the age of forty-five. His apprentice had to coerce him into it before he finally accepted, and became a professor at the very school where he'd earned his doctorate. At fifty-five, he retired due to his wife's failing health, and spent the last years of Elena's life trying to find a solution to her illness, a genetic heart condition that doctors were unable to resolve. He managed to supply her with medication to make life easier and more comfortable, but she was unable to continue normal life, and spent her last years in the reading room, reading to her young grandchildren, with one of her children present to look after her.
After Elena passed away, William gave up on that research, returning his attention to his other studies. While this focused mainly on attempting to create life (to which his apprentice protested), he managed to create some chemical compounds with useful applications - stronger glues, cough medicines, an antiseptic that worked very well. These were mostly by accident, but the community still saw them as successes.
William was sixty-seven by the time of the Disaster, his children grown with children of their own, and his apprentice, now his best friend, still stood by him despite their differing of opinions. That best friend was the only person who could get through to him when no one else could, not even his own children, and was the one person he listened to when it came time to enter the pods and sleep.
Proof: Research notes in his handwriting and his framed doctorate indicating his name, age when achieved, and the school he attended.
Playing
First-person sample: Are you trying to tell me that all my years with the TARDIS - all my years spent traveling through time and space, exploring strange new worlds with different alien races and technologies, vastly different landscapes and native life - that none of it happened? That it was all some sort of dream? That's preposterous. Simply preposterous, my good man! Can you imagine the sort of mind it would require to concoct such an elaborate alternate reality? No, of course you can't. It would require such a highly evolved mind with high intelligence and vast creativity - well, I suppose I do have the right mind for it. If anyone would, it would be me. But it's preposterous!
Oh, very well. If I must live the life of this... Doctor William Olsen, is it? Well, at least it's dignified. I suppose I must do what I must do.
Third-person sample: Leaving Susan behind had been the most difficult decision he'd ever had to make. It was for her own good, he told himself. He hadn't wanted to make her choose - he knew she wouldn't have chosen David no matter his insistance - yet it still felt like abandonment. He'd abandoned his granddaughter on a world ravaged by the Daleks, and though the war was over, it was still quite dangerous.
He would return. He'd promised as much, and he intended to keep that promise. But oh, how he hoped he'd made the right choice, that David would take care of Susan and keep her safe - if he came back and something had happened to her he'd... He'd never forgive himself.
He did his best to keep all his concern contained. Ian and Barbara were still there, and he didn't want them to see all that nonsense. No, he had to be strong. He'd left most of his family behind on Gallifrey, Susan was just one person, and she was in capable hands. She'd be fine.
"Now then," he said, turning to the TARDIS' control panel. "Shall we see where the old girl will take us next?"
With the flick of a switch and the turning of a dial, the TARDIS rumbled to life...
...And then he woke up. To find himself not in the TARDIS.
"What-" he started, eyes wide as he looked around, disoriented and confused. Where was his TARDIS? Where were Ian and Barbara? And who were these people ushering him around like some common criminal?
He felt it best to go along with them, at least for the moment. If this were some sort of prisoner camp, it wouldn't do to get into trouble until he figured out what was going on, and where Ian and Barbara had been taken. But how had they been taken? So many questions! Clearly these people had to be highly advanced to be able to wipe his memory of being taken, if that was what they'd done. That had to be it. They'd traveled to this planet and then they'd been captured, had the memory of it wiped, and now they were stuck here. For the time being. The TARDIS was out there somewhere, and only cooperation would let him find it.
He listened to the explanations, but found himself laughing through most of it. Yes, of course - his entire life had all been a dream. The TARDIS wasn't real, time travel wasn't real. It all made perfect sense! Except not really. This was a ruse, he knew - a way to convince him to stay, so that they could benefit from the expertise of a skilled scientist. Well, he'd let them benefit - for now. So long as he fit into this life they claimed he had, he'd be able to investigate, to search for clues as to the nature of this world, the location of the TARDIS, and hopefully find Ian and Barbara. Play the role handed to him, fit in, and do his best to find the truth.
The Doctor (First)
Player
Name: Liam
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Current/former characters: N/A
Sleeper
Character: The Doctor (First)
Username:
Canon: Doctor Who (Classic)
Canon point: Just after the Dalek Invasion of Earth, where he left Susan.
Age: Late 60s (say 67 for City ID's sake?)
Appearance: The Doctor is an old man with grey hair and wrinkles, standing around 5'8". He's usually found wearing a pair of checkered pants, a dress shirt (usually striped), and a black tie, and often seen wearing his black jacket, though he does occasionally change outfits to suit the environment he happens to land in. He dons a pair of wire-framed glasses for reading, and carries around a wooden walking cane, often putting it to use. He's aged, and though he carries himself with dignity, he can often be found hunched over or leaning against things for support due to back pains that he may complain about.
Played-by: William Hartnell
Personality: The Doctor is ever so curious about everything, wanting to investigate everything he sees, but at the same time, tries his best not to get involved in the affairs of others. This never seems to work, as he always finds himself dragged into everything by his companions, whom he can never seem to convince not to get involved - even if they only get involved by accident. Why does he travel with these people again?
He's a genius, and he knows it. He knows he's smarter than most of those around him, but he's also easily distracted, a bit flighty, and can lose his train of thought if a new shiny draws his attention. When his intelligence does show itself, it's usually in the form of hints or riddles, rather than giving the direct answer to a problem. Quirky, some might call him. Other just think he's frustrating.
He's also pretty solitary - while he does have his companions, he sometimes prefers seclusion, and at times will bicker and complain endlessly about people, but at other times he can be rather charming and sociable. He'll be rude and cold-hearted one minute, then apologizing the next and trying to make those he upset feel better.
Unfortunately, he has the habit of being overprotective of women, insisting they not put themselves in danger, or berating them when they do. He will, in time, outgrow this, as he learns that the women around him can more than look out for themselves (and with how aged and frail he can be at times, look out for him, as well).
History: http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/First_Doctor#Early_life (Up to his leaving Susan behind with David in The Dalek Invasion of Earth.)
Powers/skills: Eidetic memory (with the side-effect of making it difficilt to draw from a particular memory because he remembers everything, and he's old okay :|), can solve problems easily (if he can focus on them), and good at talking people out of possible violent situations (diplomacy, go!).
(I'd say the first counts as a power while the other two are skills?)
City
Name: Dr William Harris Olsen (:D)
Position: Doctor of Science, Scientist and Professor
History: William was born to a wealthy family in the central district, a family of entrepreneurs and merchants. He's the only child to Denise and Brandon Olsen, both upstanding citizens held in high regard. While an only child, William had many cousins who were all raised on the family's estate alongside him, sharing lessons and tutelage until they separated for school.
The children were encouraged to follow their own career choices, and his cousins each went off to do their own things, some training to take over the family businesses, others taking up the arts, or other ventures. William went on to study science, having a fondness for the unknown and unexplainable, wanting to learn how things worked and how to make them work better. He never had much luck with technology - that area always escaped him - but chemistry, biology, and other areas of science intrigued him, and he spent much of his time working on various home experiments. Many a time his experiments lead to disastrous outcomes, starting fires or the occasional chemical burn, minor explosions, and even one time releasing chemical fumes that knocked him unconcious - and might have killed him had his mother not noticed and been able to air out the place.
He still managed to survive those years, surprisingly, and went on to study at the best schools, eventually attaining himself a doctorate. He managed this a year early, and that only because he wasted much of his time on his own experiments. He was terrible about writing formal papers, and it took a studious professor with an inquisitive mind to question him and be able to figure out the full magnitude of his studies.
Many of his personal experiments never saw the light of day until years later, when he took on a like-minded, but much younger, scientist as an apprentice, who pestered William into formally presenting his findings. It took some years for him to finally give in and start doing so, and his apprentice had to do most of the writing, but his research was finally seeing recognition, earning him praise and recognition amongst the scientific community.
At the age of forty, he married a young woman, Elena, and they had three children. William was far more interested in his work than family life, so it was up to Elena to raise the children, though William's apprentice, quickly becoming a close friend, was around his home often enough that his children (and later grandchildren) called them aunt/uncle. He helped in some family affairs, and even assisted when he could with Elena's failing health in later years.
With an apprentice under his wing, and his work recognized, William was offered a teaching position at the age of forty-five. His apprentice had to coerce him into it before he finally accepted, and became a professor at the very school where he'd earned his doctorate. At fifty-five, he retired due to his wife's failing health, and spent the last years of Elena's life trying to find a solution to her illness, a genetic heart condition that doctors were unable to resolve. He managed to supply her with medication to make life easier and more comfortable, but she was unable to continue normal life, and spent her last years in the reading room, reading to her young grandchildren, with one of her children present to look after her.
After Elena passed away, William gave up on that research, returning his attention to his other studies. While this focused mainly on attempting to create life (to which his apprentice protested), he managed to create some chemical compounds with useful applications - stronger glues, cough medicines, an antiseptic that worked very well. These were mostly by accident, but the community still saw them as successes.
William was sixty-seven by the time of the Disaster, his children grown with children of their own, and his apprentice, now his best friend, still stood by him despite their differing of opinions. That best friend was the only person who could get through to him when no one else could, not even his own children, and was the one person he listened to when it came time to enter the pods and sleep.
Proof: Research notes in his handwriting and his framed doctorate indicating his name, age when achieved, and the school he attended.
Playing
First-person sample: Are you trying to tell me that all my years with the TARDIS - all my years spent traveling through time and space, exploring strange new worlds with different alien races and technologies, vastly different landscapes and native life - that none of it happened? That it was all some sort of dream? That's preposterous. Simply preposterous, my good man! Can you imagine the sort of mind it would require to concoct such an elaborate alternate reality? No, of course you can't. It would require such a highly evolved mind with high intelligence and vast creativity - well, I suppose I do have the right mind for it. If anyone would, it would be me. But it's preposterous!
Oh, very well. If I must live the life of this... Doctor William Olsen, is it? Well, at least it's dignified. I suppose I must do what I must do.
Third-person sample: Leaving Susan behind had been the most difficult decision he'd ever had to make. It was for her own good, he told himself. He hadn't wanted to make her choose - he knew she wouldn't have chosen David no matter his insistance - yet it still felt like abandonment. He'd abandoned his granddaughter on a world ravaged by the Daleks, and though the war was over, it was still quite dangerous.
He would return. He'd promised as much, and he intended to keep that promise. But oh, how he hoped he'd made the right choice, that David would take care of Susan and keep her safe - if he came back and something had happened to her he'd... He'd never forgive himself.
He did his best to keep all his concern contained. Ian and Barbara were still there, and he didn't want them to see all that nonsense. No, he had to be strong. He'd left most of his family behind on Gallifrey, Susan was just one person, and she was in capable hands. She'd be fine.
"Now then," he said, turning to the TARDIS' control panel. "Shall we see where the old girl will take us next?"
With the flick of a switch and the turning of a dial, the TARDIS rumbled to life...
...And then he woke up. To find himself not in the TARDIS.
"What-" he started, eyes wide as he looked around, disoriented and confused. Where was his TARDIS? Where were Ian and Barbara? And who were these people ushering him around like some common criminal?
He felt it best to go along with them, at least for the moment. If this were some sort of prisoner camp, it wouldn't do to get into trouble until he figured out what was going on, and where Ian and Barbara had been taken. But how had they been taken? So many questions! Clearly these people had to be highly advanced to be able to wipe his memory of being taken, if that was what they'd done. That had to be it. They'd traveled to this planet and then they'd been captured, had the memory of it wiped, and now they were stuck here. For the time being. The TARDIS was out there somewhere, and only cooperation would let him find it.
He listened to the explanations, but found himself laughing through most of it. Yes, of course - his entire life had all been a dream. The TARDIS wasn't real, time travel wasn't real. It all made perfect sense! Except not really. This was a ruse, he knew - a way to convince him to stay, so that they could benefit from the expertise of a skilled scientist. Well, he'd let them benefit - for now. So long as he fit into this life they claimed he had, he'd be able to investigate, to search for clues as to the nature of this world, the location of the TARDIS, and hopefully find Ian and Barbara. Play the role handed to him, fit in, and do his best to find the truth.
Did you read the rules? Yes.