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darkdoctorCharacter: Fifth Doctor
Series/Fandom: Doctor Who
Deviance: Deviance 3. In this reality, the Doctor develops in a different, much darker direction.
Age: Around eight centuries.
Gender: Male
Species: Gallifreyan
Canon Used: The television series, supplemented with the Big Finish audio plays.
Appearance: His features are soft and sweet, giving him the visage of youth and innocence. His eyes are a dark blue, changing their contents at his whim, always holding depths beyond the perception of most beings. His blond hair gently frames his face, brushing the collar of the black velvet frock coat he often wears. Most of his preferred clothing is very elegant, tailored perfectly to his lithe but fit frame. At times he'll don a pair of glasses, more for effect than anything.
His favoured outfit is a black frock coat over a silk white shirt, with matching slacks and panama hat. He'll usually he don white gloves, but sometimes black is handier, considering certain activities.
Psychology: The Doctor is driven to the point of ruthless obsession. Though he often acts amiable he's probably manipulating you, or might well be silently planning your inconspicuous death – or conspicuous murder, if it suits him. He doesn't look for carnage but it doesn't bother him overmuch; what must be done must be done. He will, at times, feel some distant regret, but he doesn't let it stop him. He's made so much progress, and he can't allow all that hard work, all that bloodshed, to go to waste.
Centuries of blood on his hands does weigh on him; he's working for a better universe, and he hates that it must be achieved this way. It makes him weary, though he very rarely questions himself. He certainly never considers stopping, no matter how many lives must be vanquished in the process.
His companions mean a great deal to him, however. They are the people, the only people, that he doesn't need to sacrifice. He uses them, certainly, manipulates them shamelessly - but he does care for them, though he doesn't quite remember what love - effortlessly sincere, truly selfless love - feels like.
He didn't realise how much he cared until a young boy, brilliant and brave, died under his watch. The Doctor told Adric to board that freighter, to solve the equation; he thought he would be able to save him, if it was too late.
He wasn't. Adric died, and for the first time in centuries he felt deep remorse, personal grief, and it shook him to the core.
While he's quite brilliant, and has learned to control his emotions effortlessly, the Doctor has trouble handling anything truly intimate, which is why he tries to avoid it. He tells himself it's simply the most practical option, and in many ways that's true.
He's got a blatant God complex, and his arrogance has cost him before, as has his need to control everything he possibly can. He generally finds a way to blame something else.
He can adopt any persona he wishes quite smoothly; he's been a deft actor ever since Gallifrey, when he played the mischievous layabout. Then, at least, there was some truth to the facade; now, well, not even he can be certain what's sincere, sometimes.
He's turned himself into a weapon for his cause; his very first sacrifice was himself.
General Skills/Abilities: The Doctor comes from a society that is very technologically advanced, and he often uses this knowledge to his advantage. In addition to this he knows a great deal about the universe – different cultures and histories – either through study or experience. Aside from that, he seems to know at least a little bit about most everything. He craves knowledge, any knowledge, and is very good at retaining it.
He's fairly strong, and while he finds violence vulgar, he's more than capable of resorting to it, knowing many ways to quickly incapacitate a foe. He's also quite adept in most weaponry, most especially swords and firearms.
As a Gallifreyan his physiology is unique, and often beneficial. He can live for centuries if he's not killed. If he is, he'll regenerate into another body; he has seven lives left. He has two hearts, and a respiratory bypass system that allows him to go without air for some time. He has a great deal of stamina and heals quickly.
He's also a bit psychic. He can sense the presence of other Time Lords, and call out to them with his mind. If he's close enough to another person, he can read theirs. He's not naturally adept at hypnotism, nor is it his preference, but he can do it if he needs to.
General Weaknesses: Gallifreyans can only regenerate twelve times, and though they're tougher to kill than your average human, it's far from impossible. Being shot, stabbed, beaten to death, thrown from a great height, poisoned – all of these can result in death.
If he's killed while in the midst of regeneration, he's not coming back.
He is, in fact, deadly allergic to aspirin.
History: The Doctor left Gallifrey in the same manner as he did in other realities, with his granddaughter and a stolen ship. As a young man he was a keenly idealistic, coolly compassionate, quietly determined visionary; then he lost too much, including his dreams of a better Gallifrey. A final catalyst forced him away with the only family he cared for, leaving even his best friend behind.
As he travelled with Susan, and later Ian and Barbara, bitterness was replaced by the passion he hadn't realised he'd been aching for.
He slowly grew pessimistic about the universe, however, wonder fading in favour of cynicism as he witnessed oppression and bloodshed, bigotry and betrayal.
After leaving Susan on a wartorn Earth and finally returning his first companions home, he decided it was high time to do something about it. The losses of Katarina and Sara Kingdom only cemented his position. The universe was a horrid place, and he needed to fix it.
It was painfully obvious that people couldn't be trusted to run their own worlds; it led only to suffering and chaos. So he decided to do it for them.
His first attempts were clumsy at best, and resulted in his first regeneration. It wasn't enough to quell his determination, however, and he was beginning to make steady progress on various worlds when the Time Lords caught up to him.
He was given a trial. They would have eradicated him from time itself, had Koschei not spoken on his behalf. Instead, the High Council wiped the memories of his two companions and exiled him to Earth.
It only intensified his bitterness and dedication. He continued his machinations on Earth until he was able to travel the stars again, and his tactics were all the better for it. He was more patient, now.
Koschei attempted to thwart him several times, and he was even responsible for his fourth incarnation's death. That wasn't his intent; he'd dropped the Doctor in the middle of a war zone he'd caused, hoping the vicious bloodshed would shake something in him. It didn't, unless you count his innards.
By his fifth incarnation, the Doctor has enslaved a number of worlds, leaving trusted lieutenants to oversee them in his absence and give him periodic updates, or calls to return. His name is equally venerated and feared, adored and despised. He has become brutal, callous, utterly obsessed with his vision of the universe.
He can not afford to regret. He can not afford to grieve. There is no room for mercy, for remorse, for love. He is the healer of the cosmos, and nothing else matters.
Nothing else, until he encounters the Cybermen again, and young Adric pays the price.
Canon Point: Shortly after what would be canon's Earthshock.
Reality Description: The Doctor's universe is one of myriad alien races, travel through time and space, all manner of robots and cyborgs, and technology that borders on magic. (Some of it probably is, honestly – there are werewolves - but don't let the Doctor hear you say that.)
The Doctor uses the TARDIS, to travel through it all. The ship is shaped like a phone box, usually; it's simply the form she prefers, and she's quite stubborn about it. Inside, she's infinitely larger, filled with endless corridors and rooms.
His preferred planets are Earth, throughout its history, and the six worlds of the Traken Union, a society of pacifists.
Series/Fandom: Doctor Who
Deviance: Deviance 3. In this reality, the Doctor develops in a different, much darker direction.
Age: Around eight centuries.
Gender: Male
Species: Gallifreyan
Canon Used: The television series, supplemented with the Big Finish audio plays.
Appearance: His features are soft and sweet, giving him the visage of youth and innocence. His eyes are a dark blue, changing their contents at his whim, always holding depths beyond the perception of most beings. His blond hair gently frames his face, brushing the collar of the black velvet frock coat he often wears. Most of his preferred clothing is very elegant, tailored perfectly to his lithe but fit frame. At times he'll don a pair of glasses, more for effect than anything.
His favoured outfit is a black frock coat over a silk white shirt, with matching slacks and panama hat. He'll usually he don white gloves, but sometimes black is handier, considering certain activities.
Psychology: The Doctor is driven to the point of ruthless obsession. Though he often acts amiable he's probably manipulating you, or might well be silently planning your inconspicuous death – or conspicuous murder, if it suits him. He doesn't look for carnage but it doesn't bother him overmuch; what must be done must be done. He will, at times, feel some distant regret, but he doesn't let it stop him. He's made so much progress, and he can't allow all that hard work, all that bloodshed, to go to waste.
Centuries of blood on his hands does weigh on him; he's working for a better universe, and he hates that it must be achieved this way. It makes him weary, though he very rarely questions himself. He certainly never considers stopping, no matter how many lives must be vanquished in the process.
His companions mean a great deal to him, however. They are the people, the only people, that he doesn't need to sacrifice. He uses them, certainly, manipulates them shamelessly - but he does care for them, though he doesn't quite remember what love - effortlessly sincere, truly selfless love - feels like.
He didn't realise how much he cared until a young boy, brilliant and brave, died under his watch. The Doctor told Adric to board that freighter, to solve the equation; he thought he would be able to save him, if it was too late.
He wasn't. Adric died, and for the first time in centuries he felt deep remorse, personal grief, and it shook him to the core.
While he's quite brilliant, and has learned to control his emotions effortlessly, the Doctor has trouble handling anything truly intimate, which is why he tries to avoid it. He tells himself it's simply the most practical option, and in many ways that's true.
He's got a blatant God complex, and his arrogance has cost him before, as has his need to control everything he possibly can. He generally finds a way to blame something else.
He can adopt any persona he wishes quite smoothly; he's been a deft actor ever since Gallifrey, when he played the mischievous layabout. Then, at least, there was some truth to the facade; now, well, not even he can be certain what's sincere, sometimes.
He's turned himself into a weapon for his cause; his very first sacrifice was himself.
General Skills/Abilities: The Doctor comes from a society that is very technologically advanced, and he often uses this knowledge to his advantage. In addition to this he knows a great deal about the universe – different cultures and histories – either through study or experience. Aside from that, he seems to know at least a little bit about most everything. He craves knowledge, any knowledge, and is very good at retaining it.
He's fairly strong, and while he finds violence vulgar, he's more than capable of resorting to it, knowing many ways to quickly incapacitate a foe. He's also quite adept in most weaponry, most especially swords and firearms.
As a Gallifreyan his physiology is unique, and often beneficial. He can live for centuries if he's not killed. If he is, he'll regenerate into another body; he has seven lives left. He has two hearts, and a respiratory bypass system that allows him to go without air for some time. He has a great deal of stamina and heals quickly.
He's also a bit psychic. He can sense the presence of other Time Lords, and call out to them with his mind. If he's close enough to another person, he can read theirs. He's not naturally adept at hypnotism, nor is it his preference, but he can do it if he needs to.
General Weaknesses: Gallifreyans can only regenerate twelve times, and though they're tougher to kill than your average human, it's far from impossible. Being shot, stabbed, beaten to death, thrown from a great height, poisoned – all of these can result in death.
If he's killed while in the midst of regeneration, he's not coming back.
He is, in fact, deadly allergic to aspirin.
History: The Doctor left Gallifrey in the same manner as he did in other realities, with his granddaughter and a stolen ship. As a young man he was a keenly idealistic, coolly compassionate, quietly determined visionary; then he lost too much, including his dreams of a better Gallifrey. A final catalyst forced him away with the only family he cared for, leaving even his best friend behind.
As he travelled with Susan, and later Ian and Barbara, bitterness was replaced by the passion he hadn't realised he'd been aching for.
He slowly grew pessimistic about the universe, however, wonder fading in favour of cynicism as he witnessed oppression and bloodshed, bigotry and betrayal.
After leaving Susan on a wartorn Earth and finally returning his first companions home, he decided it was high time to do something about it. The losses of Katarina and Sara Kingdom only cemented his position. The universe was a horrid place, and he needed to fix it.
It was painfully obvious that people couldn't be trusted to run their own worlds; it led only to suffering and chaos. So he decided to do it for them.
His first attempts were clumsy at best, and resulted in his first regeneration. It wasn't enough to quell his determination, however, and he was beginning to make steady progress on various worlds when the Time Lords caught up to him.
He was given a trial. They would have eradicated him from time itself, had Koschei not spoken on his behalf. Instead, the High Council wiped the memories of his two companions and exiled him to Earth.
It only intensified his bitterness and dedication. He continued his machinations on Earth until he was able to travel the stars again, and his tactics were all the better for it. He was more patient, now.
Koschei attempted to thwart him several times, and he was even responsible for his fourth incarnation's death. That wasn't his intent; he'd dropped the Doctor in the middle of a war zone he'd caused, hoping the vicious bloodshed would shake something in him. It didn't, unless you count his innards.
By his fifth incarnation, the Doctor has enslaved a number of worlds, leaving trusted lieutenants to oversee them in his absence and give him periodic updates, or calls to return. His name is equally venerated and feared, adored and despised. He has become brutal, callous, utterly obsessed with his vision of the universe.
He can not afford to regret. He can not afford to grieve. There is no room for mercy, for remorse, for love. He is the healer of the cosmos, and nothing else matters.
Nothing else, until he encounters the Cybermen again, and young Adric pays the price.
Reality Description: The Doctor's universe is one of myriad alien races, travel through time and space, all manner of robots and cyborgs, and technology that borders on magic. (Some of it probably is, honestly – there are werewolves - but don't let the Doctor hear you say that.)
The Doctor uses the TARDIS, to travel through it all. The ship is shaped like a phone box, usually; it's simply the form she prefers, and she's quite stubborn about it. Inside, she's infinitely larger, filled with endless corridors and rooms.
His preferred planets are Earth, throughout its history, and the six worlds of the Traken Union, a society of pacifists.
