Feb. 19th, 2013

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PLAYER INFO
Name: Joe
Age: 41
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Email: jfoering@gmail.com
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CHARACTER APP
Full Name: "The Doctor" (Real Name Unknown)
Called By: The Doctor
Age: 756 (his estimate)
Canon: Doctor Who, end of Season 15, taken right after "The Invasion of Time"
Timeline
History: The history of the character is long and involved, spanning over 750 years and encompassing at least four (to this point where the character arrives on The Station) distinct personalities. I recommend the following links for an overview of the character's history:

Overview and Background and
Homecoming and Exile.

Personality: The Fourth Doctor is a tall man (standing nearly two meters tall), with a mass of curly brown hair, an expressive face which is usually dominated by a toothy grin, and a voice which commands attention. His attire seems inspired by a Toulouse-Lautrec poster, and usually consists of a long coat, a vest or sweater, a battered brown hat, tweed trousers, brogans or buccaneer boots, and a long multi-colored scarf. This scarf, along with his sonic screwdriver and his bag of jelly babies, are the trademarks of The Fourth Doctor.

On first meeting someone, the Doctor presents an air of naive innocence, although those with more experience in dealing with the Doctor know this to be at least partially an act. He will routinely greet people as if they were already friends, with the aforementioned broad grin and an offer of jelly babies to "break the ice." However, once this ice is broken, his pleasant but unshakeable "well-of-course-I-belong-here" confidence makes him amazingly proficient at getting people to surrender vast amounts of pertinent information to him, almost without realizing it.

The Doctor is very much opposed to violence, except in exceptional circumstances. He was extremely uncomfortable when travelling with his most recent companion Leela, who carried a knife (which she wielded with deadly efficiency) and was never hesitant to use poisonous thorns. However, as time goes on, he has shown a greater willingness to use force, albeit non-lethal force wherever possible, to resolve threatening situations.

He has an off-beat sense of humor and a tendency to keep people guessing about theirown abilities and motivations. He also has an endearingly loopy quality which leads some who meet him to question both his ability and sanity. As with the air of innocence mentioned above, however, this is also in part the product of a calculating mind. People let down their guard when faced with someone that they don't take seriously, and people who let down their guard make mistakes and let slip things that they should not. And nobody takes more advantage of this than The Doctor.

Whatever facade he may present to the world, there is always an underlying seriousness in the Doctor's methods. This has become more pronounced as he has moved further away from his formerly strong ties to Earth and become more involved with missions for the Time Lords. This increasingly frequent involvement with his own people has reminded him of what he sees as his greater responsibilities to the cosmos. A prime example of this was when the Time Lords sent him on a mission to alter the events of the creation of the Daleks. While at first he embraced the mission, he grew to question his right (and by extension the right of the Time Lords) to meddle in the genesis of an entire species -- even the Daleks. Ultimately he threw away his chance to strangle at birth the creatures that would become his greatest foes, deciding that even the unsurpassed evil of the Daleks had the potential to bring about a greater good.

Above all, when we observe the Doctor, we must keep one important thing in mind about him: however closely he may resemble a human, and however favorably he may view the Earth and its people, we must never forget that the Doctor is most assuredly *not* human. The safety and welfare of the peoples of the Universe are of the utmost importance to him, but the methods that he uses to ensure that safety are... well, alien. For the Doctor is a Time Lord; he walks in eternity.

3 Interesting Character Facts:
- While the Doctor appears on the outside to be the same as any human being, he has two hearts and an internal body temperature of 60 degrees (F).
- His pockets sometimes give the impression of being as dimensionally transcendental as the TARDIS. He always seems to have some small mundane item on hand that can be of use, be it a cricket ball, a Tibetan language book, a magnifying glass, a yo-yo, or just about anything else one can think of.
- For reasons unknown, other Time Lords can recognize the Doctor for who he is (and vice versa), even if they only met or knew him in an earlier incarnation.

Powers:
Regeneration: If the Doctor is fatally wounded (or his body just grows old), instead of dying he becomes an entirely new person. Most memories and experience remain, but the appearance and personality are strikingly different.

Genius Intellect: The Doctor is a Time Lord, and as such has immense knowledge and experience; more to the point, he has the intellectual capacity to make use of it all.

Encyclopedic Knowledge: Having traveled all over the cosmos for centuries, the Doctor tends to know a little something about practically every planet and species. He won't know much if anything about an individual person (especially another PC), but he's more than likely to know the basics about a person's species and/or culture from personal memory.

Special Skills: At 756 years of age, The Doctor is very much a Jack-of-All-Trades, knowing at least a little bit about nearly everything. He specializes in lock picking (with his Sonic Screwdriver), code breaking, computers, science, and jury-rigging electronic/mechanical devices (a la MacGuyver).

What is your character's comm icon and why? The comm icon is a simple image of the TARDIS flying through the Time Vortex. This is because the TARDIS represents the most important aspect of the Doctor's persona -- the concept of freedom. A desire for freedom is what led the Doctor to "borrow" the TARDIS in the first place, and as long as he has it, he'll never truly be tied down.
Anything else?: I think that covers it.

SHIP APP
Ship Name: T.A.R.D.I.S. (Time And Relative Dimensions In Space)
Ship Type: Type-40 Gallifreyan Time Capsule
Size: Size of a largish phone booth (about 8' x 4' x 4') on the outside; in the inside, it contains rooms and floor space equivalent to a skyscraper office building -- it can include as many amenities (multiple sleeping quarters, wardrobe with clothing for a thousand worlds and a hundred climates, library, swimming pool, etc.) as the GM sees fit to allow
Typical Crew Size: One person can pilot it, but the recommended crew is six
Powered By: The Eye of Harmony (it's very wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey)
Weaponry: None
Special Abilities:
- Time/Space travel (currently disabled)
- Dimensionally Transcendental (bigger on the inside than on the outside)
- Transduction Barrier (near-impenetrable shield when turned on, cannot access the TARDIS from outside without the key)
Description: Exterior and Interior (or at least a part thereof)
What is your character's claim on this ship?: Stolen (but the Time Lords kind of look the other way)
Anything Else?: The space/time travel functions of the TARDIS are currently disabled, and will need to be repaired. Whether or not The Doctor can repair "his" vessel and leave remains to be seen, but in the meantime it can serve as a relatively safe gathering place.


PET APP
Pet Name: K9 Mk II
Size: Smaller (dog size)
Description: There's a good dog
Personality: K9 is a robot. He is semi-autonomous and capable of acting on his own, but in general is subject to the orders of his "Master."
Special Abilities: Can interface with computer systems, perform chemical and mechanical analysis, and wields a blaster ray (with stun and kill capability)
Anything Else?: K9 can be busy cataloging the damage to the TARDIS if the GM doesn't want him roaming around just yet.


WRITING SAMPLES
Both the Action Tag and the 3rd Person Prose samples are contained in a separate post to conserve space.
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WRITING SAMPLES
Action Tag Sample:
[The comm screen flares to life, revealing a tall figure in a long coat, battered hat, and with an impossibly long scarf draped several times around his neck. He walks closer to the camera and removes his hat, revealing a mass of brown curls. His face breaks into a broad toothy grin as he addresses the camera.

Hello? Why, aren't you a quaint little communications system? Perfectly serviceable, of course, and in the end I suppose that's what matters. But I suppose I'd better learn how to use you properly, shouldn't I? Especially seeing as how the TARDIS may be stuck here for quite some time. Dematerialization circuits don't grow on trees, you know.

Ah, but I'm forgetting my manners.

[Looks directly into the camera.]

To anyone out there who sees this recording... hello! I am the Doctor. I'm a... wellll, I'm a traveler, like many of you, I suspect. And, I suspect also like many of you, I've arrived here a bit by accident. My... vessel is a bit damaged, I'm afraid, otherwise I'd be more than happy to whisk you all to wherever home is -- and whenever home is for that matter. Yes, that means that I travel in time as well as in space. ALthough admittedly, right now I'm only traveling in time the same way you all are: one second at a time, and only in one direction. But perhaps if we all work together we can rectify that situation.

Anyway, if any of you wish to come by and have a chat, you can find both me and my ship in the Supplies Room. Just look for the blue Police Box in the northwest corner. Don't worry, it's a lot roomier on the inside than it may seem. Oh, and it might be a good idea to let that charming young lady Gryf know you're coming; I've found that it's generally safer that way. Tea is at three o'clock; I'll save you a jelly baby. Bye-bye!

[The screen flickers out.]


Third Person Prose Sample:
[NOTE: If possible, I would like to use this as my "How-my-character-got-here" intro, as the ending segues nicely into a meeting with Gryf. Your call, of course.]

When the Doctor regained consciousness, he almost wished he hadn't. He was lying prone on a cold metal floor, but that wasn't what worried him. His head ached in a manner that screamed "I've been shot by a sonic stunner," but that wasn't what worried him either. No, what worried him was the sound he was hearing. It was a very distinctive sound, one that he had heard all too often in his travels. It was a telltale two-beat thrum, like a mechanical heartbeat. A tell-tale heart, the Doctor thought. Next time he made it back to Earth he should suggest the name to that morbid poet fellow from America.

One problem that was growing increasingly apparent, of course, was that the Doctor's chances of ever returning to Earth were becoming slimmer by the moment. Because in all the Universe, that mechanical heartbeat could only be found on one place, and that was one place you most certainly did not want to find yourself. And as if to confirm the Doctor's worse fears, a harsh mechanized voice spoke from behind him.

"THE-PRI-SON-ER-HAS-RE-GAINED-CON-SCIOUS-NESS."

Which was followed almost immediately by a different, yet equally grating voice directly in front of him: "YOU-WILL-STAND. O-BEY. O-BEY!"

And so he stood. And as he looked around, his worst fears (if indeed the Doctor had fears as we understand them) were realized.

He was on the bridge of a Dalek battle cruiser.

"I don't suppose you'd like to tell me why you've waylaid me like a highwayman on the road?" the Doctor inquired. "Or *how* you've waylaid me, for that matter?"

"YOUR-TAR-DIS-HAS-BEEN-TRAPPED-IN-THE-DAAH-LEK-TIME-COR-RI-DOR." intoned the Command Dalek. "THIS-IS-FUR-THER-PROOF-OF-DAAH-LEK-SU-PER-I-OR-I-TY. SOON-WE-WILL-TAKE-OUR-RIGHT-FUL-PLACE-AS-THE-SU-PREME-"

"Yes, yes, never mind all that," the Doctor cut in. "Sureme power in the universe, exterminate all other life, blah blah, blah, I've heard it all from your lot before. Well you've got me on your ship, and I'm still breathing for the moment, so obviously you want something."

"YOU-WILL-BE-TA-KEN-TO-SKA-RO-FOR-TRI-AL-UN-DER-DAAH-LEK-LAW. THEN-YOUR-TAR-DIS-WILL-BE-IM-POUN-DED-AND-YOU-WILL-BE-IN-TER-RO-GA-TED-AND-EX-TER-MIN-A-TED!"

"Ah, I see. Sentence first, verdict after."

"COR-RECT."

The Doctor paused to consider his options. "I don't suppose I'm entitled to legal representation."

"NEG-A-TIVE. LAW-YERS-ARE-ALWAYS-THE-FIRST-LIFE-FORMS-TO-BE-EX-TER-MIN-A-TED."

For the briefest of moments the Doctor considered if this was a good thing. Before he could completely dismiss the idea, his thoughts were jarred by a klaxon that sounded throughout the ship. The functionary Dalek turned to address its commander.

"PROX-I-MIT-Y-ALERT! MUL-TI-PLE-HOS-TILE-SHIPS-DE-TEC-TED-AP-PROACH-ING-ON-AT-TACK-VEC-TOR!"

"O-ME-GA-ALERT!" intoned the Command Dalek. "RAISE-SCREENS-AND-PRE-PARE-FOR-AT-TACK!"

"LEAD-HOS-TILE-IS-HAIL-ING-US!"

"MAIN-SCREEN-TURN-ON."

The Doctor wondered where he had heard that particularly odd grammar before, but dismissed it as unimportant under the current circumstances. The bridge's main screen flared to life, and what it showed did not make the Doctor feel any better about his situation. Tall imposing figures with blank robotic faces and glittering silver bodies. Cybermen.

One of them stepped forward, the trim on his helmet outlined in black as opposed to the silver of the others. The Doctor recognized this as the mark of the authority figure, also known as the Cyberleader (Like the Daleks, Cybermen weren't known for their imagination).

"YOU.ARE.ENCROACHING.ON.SPACE.CLAIMED.BY.THE.CYBERMEN. YOU.WILL.EXPLAIN.YOURSELF.OR.BE.DELETED."

"DAAH-LEKS-DO-NOT-RE-COG-NIZE-CLAIMS-BY-IN-FER-I-OR-SPECIES," the Dalek Commander warned. "YOU-WILL-WITH-DRAW-OR-YOU-WILL-BE-EX-TER-MIN-A-TED."

"WE.ARE.FIVE.SHIPS.TO.YOUR.ONE." replied the Cyber Controller. "YOUR.THREAT.IS.MINIMAL. YOU.ARE.OUTNUMBERED.AND.OUTGUNNED. HOWEVER.WE.WILL.CONSIDER.SPARING.YOU.IF.YOU.AGREE.TO.OUR.TERMS."

The Command Dalek actually paused for a moment. It couldn't be fear he's feeling, the Doctor thought, as Daleks don't feel fear. Or pity. Cold, souless logic ruled the thought processes of the Daleks -- and the Cybermen.

"NAME-YOUR-TERMS." said the Command Dalek.

"YOU.WILL.SURRENDER.YOUR.PRISONER.THE.ONE.CALLED.DOCTOR." insisted the Cyberleader. "AND.HIS.TIME.CAPSULE."

"YOUR-TERMS-ARE-UN-AC-CEPT-A-BLE! THE-DOC-TOR-IS-AN-EN-E-MY-OF-THE-DAAH-LEKS!"

"YOU.HAVE.NO.ALTERNATIVE."

"Excuse me," put in the Doctor, "but while it's quite flattering to be wanted so, don't I get a say in which of you gets to kill me?"

"NEGATIVE." "NEG-A-TIVE!"

"All right, all right," said the Doctor cautiously, as he took a small step back towards the door. The Command Dalek turned back to the screen, where the Cyberleader looked as smug as an emotionless organic brain in a robot body could look.

"PERHAPS.NOW.YOU.ARE.OPEN.TO.NEGOTIATION."

"DAAH-LEKS-DO-NOT-NE-GO-TI-ATE! DAAH-LEKS-CON-QUER-AND-DESTROY!"

Much as the Doctor would have otherwise enjoyed what sounded like a verbal sparring session between the London Speaking Clock and Stephen Hawking, he had an escape to manage. Seeing as how all the Daleks on the bridge were paying attention to the Cybermen on the screen, he deftly pulled out his trusty sonic screwdriver and surreptitiously pointed it at the weapons console. A few seconds of ultrasonic whirring later, and...

"UN-AU-THO-RIZED-WEA-PONS-DIS-CHARGE-IN-PRO-GRESS!"

On the tactical screen, a Dalek beam lanced out and struck one of the Cybermen escort ships, incinerating it.

"YOUR.WEAPONS.FIRE.IS.NOTED. YOUR.TREACHERY.IS.NOTED. ALL.SHIPS.RETURN.FIRE."

The screens lit up with weapons fire from both sides. A console on the Dalek bridge exploded in a shower of sparks, and the Navigator Dalek began spinning around erratically, its eye stalk blown off in the explosion.

"MY-VI-SION-IS-IMPAIRED! I-CAN-NOT-SEE! MY-VI-SION-IS-IMPAIRED! I-CAN-NOT-SEE!"

The Doctor took this opportunity to make his exit. He now aimed the sonic screwdriver at the door controls and was quickly rewarded with the sound of the door servos whirring. "Well I can see you're both busy," he said quickly, "so I'll just pop out for lunch, shall I?"

"DO-NOT-MOVE!"

But the Doctor was already sprinting down the corridor towards where he hoped the TARDIS was still waiting. Behind him the sounds of battle continued, and above the din the Command Dalek's voice rang out: "THE-DOC-TOR-MUST-NOT-ES-CAPE! EX-TER-MIN-ATE! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!!!"

And now the sounds of battle were all around him, as the deadly Dalek beams sizzled the air around his head with near-misses. Rounding a corner, he came upon the sweetly familiar sight of his TARDIS in its now-customary Police Box form. Fumbling for the key, he threw open the lock and fell inside, narrowly avoiding the Command Dalek's deadly weapon. The Doctor sprinted to the console and activated the TARDIS's defenses. His fingers flew over the controls as he fired up the TARDIS. The time rotor at the center of the console began to move, but painfully slowly.

Outside, the battle between the Daleks and the Cybermen continued. The Cyber armada was down to two ships out of the original five, but the Dalek ship was badly hurt.

"SCREENS-FAIL-ING." said the lone subordinate Dalek remaining on the bridge. "WE-MUST-DI-VERT-POWER-FROM-THE-TIME-COR-RI-DOR-TO-MAIN-TAIN-SHIP-IN-TEG-RI-TY."

"NEG-A-TIVE! MAIN-TAIN-THE-TIME-COR-RI-DOR!" insisted the Command Dalek. "IF-WE-ARE-EX-TER-MIN-A-TED-WE-WILL-TAKE-THE-DOC-TOR-WITH-US!"

And so the battle raged on. Back on the TARDIS, the Doctor was fuming; the TARDIS was still held fast by the Time Corridor. Just then, the Doctor felt a slight nudge at his ankle. Looking down, he saw that it was K9, his newly assembled mechanical dog and trusty companion.

"I am fully operational and ready to assist, Master," said the dog with a twitch of his mechanical ears.

"Just in the nick of time K9, as I most assuredly need your assistance!" the Doctor yelled. "Move over there and interface with the energy circuits. When I give the word, open the safety overrides and reverse the polarity of the neutron flow. We need more power if we're to free ourselves from the Dalek Time Corridor; if their ship is destroyed it will take us with it!"

"Warning, Master," K9 replied. "I compute a 63.275% chance that this action will overload several vital components, including the dematerialization circuit. We will be unable to travel further without--"

"I know the math, K9," the Doctor cried, "but if we don't punch our way out of the time corridor we won't be traveling anywhere. Do it NOW!"

"Affirmative, Master. Reversing polarity..."

The time rotor began to move again, while safety alarms blared left and right. Finally, the TARDIS dematerialized mere seconds before the Dalek ship finally gave up the ghost and exploded. Immediately afterwards, one of the six sections of the TARDIS console also exploded in a shower of sparks. The TARDIS's safety protocols kicked back in, initializing an emergency re-materialization at the nearest habitable planet or structure. With an ominous thud and a final shower of sparks, the TARDIS "landed." How far it had traveled in space and time, nobody could know for sure. But at least it was... somewhere.

When the Doctor had the chance to take a look at the damaged console, his shoulders fell. The TARDIS's dematerialization circuit was completely burnt out. Most of the other damaged components could be repaired or replaced with relative ease, but de-mat circuits were another matter entirely. Without it, the TARDIS wasn't going anywhere... or for that matter, anywhen.

"Well then," he said grimly, "wherever we are, it looks like we're going to be here for quite some time. I'm going to have a look round. K9, stay here and start a diagnostic on the TARDIS; I'll need a complete rundown on what needs to be fixed."

"Affirmative, Master," K9 replied with another twitch of his ears. "Cataloguing damaged TARDIS components will take considerable time."

"Then you'd better get started, there's a good dog," the Doctor replied. He then pushed a button on the six-sided console and a panel opened on a wall, revealing a monitor which flared to life. Panning around the exterior of the TARDIS, the scanner showed what appeared to be a huge warehouse. Stretching off into the dim distance in several directions, the Doctor could make out row after row of storage bins stacked floor-to-ceiling on blue metal shelves.

The TARDIS doors opened, and the Doctor stepped out. Before he could take two steps, the business end of a large and nasty-looking hand cannon came into the Doctor's line of sight, perched about an inch below his left eye. The Doctor froze where he was and his eyes slowly swiveled in the direction of the latest threat to his person. Holding the gun with a very steady hand was what appeared to be a young woman with short blond hair and an expression that could only be described as "serious as cancer."

"Who in the hell are you," she queried, "and what are you doing on my Station?"

The Doctor considered her question carefully, especially in light of the weapon being brandished in his specific direction. He was almost sure that he could hear the roar of the ocean in the gun's barrel. Soon enough, however, his face broke out into a broad toothy grin, and he addressed the blond-haired stranger as if she were an old friend.

"Well, my dear," he replied jovially, "the answer to your second question may take a little time for us to work out. But as to your first question, I am The Doctor."

As slowly and non-threateningly as he could, he held out a grubby white paper bag containing a small assortment of brightly-colored sweets.

"Would you like a jelly baby?"

---------- FIN ----------

[NOTE: I have been informed of the impropriety of using Glyf in the manner that she was used above. Rest assured that I don't intend to do such a thing in the course of the game (presuming that my app is accepted, of course), but the scene as written just didn't work as well without this minimal appearance.]

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