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The Eleventh Doctor
Species: Time Lord
Age: 909 (His age changes since he is a time traveler.)
Occupation: Time Traveler
Status: Lost in time(?)
Hair: Dark brown, almost black
Eyes: Dark Green
Figure: Sort of athletic, skinny
Clothing: The Doctor usually dresses in something that contains a bow tie. Most times, it's a suit like outfit so he can look good.
Family: Doctor is known to have had a wife and kids on Gallifrey; however, it isn't really known for sure.
Personality: The Eleventh Doctor, unlike Ten or Nine, is extremely goofy and jumpy. He may kid around and get bored easily, but he does care about his friends dearly. Even though he is scarred from the Time war and all the loss he has faced, the Eleventh Doctor still finds a way to smile brightly. Although, he does have his bad days on certain occasions. Some days he will get mad easily or makes bad decisions. However, this doesn't keep him from going on through his life with a smile. He just needs some time alone every once in a while.
Strengths: Smart, kind, patience (most times)
Weakness: Lonely, emotionally unpredictable, attracts a lot of conflict everywhere he goes which causes a lot of deaths
Likes: Fish fingers and custard, time traveling, talking and being clever
Dislikes: Beans, yogurt, bacon, death of friends, violence.
Dream: The chance that Gallifrey might be found some day or maybe finding someone who is just like him... That keeps him going from day to day.
History: The Eleventh Doctor grew up on Gallifrey and went to the Academy with his best friend Koschei. Later on, a war broke out among the Time Lords and the Daleks (And many others that aren't mentioned). The war was known as the Time War. It spread across the universe, causing violence everywhere and killing many of the people the Doctor cared about. After fighting in the war for many, many year, the Doctor ended the war by time locking the planet and fleeing. The Doctor later found out Gallifrey was still around and sadly forgot because of complications. Now days, he spends his time defending the Earth from aliens and meeting new friends to travel with. Although, he is guilty about what happened on Gallifrey, he still lives on. Just hoping that one day he will be able to make up for all the bad things he did in his life.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: A friend on another site told me about it and I thought it would be cool so I joined.
This section is for you to show us your roleplaying skills. What is going to happen is you will read a standard problem for your character to react with. What we are looking for is a proper Roleplay reply, standard character, explaining what you would do in the situation.
Rules: Please make your response at least a six to nine sentance paragraph.
Please make your responses in 3rd person (ex: Sonya blinks her eyes.)
You need to explain your roleplay, use as many details as you possibly can to describe what you are doing and what is going on around you.Clink, clink, CRASH!
The Eleventh Doctor topples over, knocking several things down with him. A few sparks come from the angry console of the TARDIS. The Doctor had been trying to fix her up, make a few upgrades, nothing big. Sadly, everything went wrong with one bad decision. Luckily, he had his sonic screwdriver! "Where is it?!" The Eleventh Doctor frantically searched his pockets for his beloved screwdriver. He gets up quickly, stumbling into the console as the TARDIS shook violently. The Doctor was going down with the tardis so only one thing could be said at a time like this. Gripping onto the console, the Doctor screamed at the top of his lungs while an excited smile came onto his face. "GERONIMO!!"
Next thing The Doctor knew, he was on the floor and covered in broken bits of the wall. He regained his balance and ran to the door, thrilled at the fact that something had finally
happened on this boring
day. The doors opened with a groaning creak as they always did, presenting Doctor with an interesting sight. It was an abandoned children's park. Broken seesaws, squeaking swings, and torn up slides filled the Doctor's eyes as he glanced around. It may seem simple, but to Doctor, it was Christmas all over again!
The Doctor walked out, his eyes searching the seemingly quiet playground. Nothing was in sight, but it did feel rather off. A slight movement caught the Doctor's attention. He glances at a normal looking shadow that wasn't there before. The shadow was the shape of a human, but there wasn't a host for it to come off of... so where was it coming from? The air? Eleven glanced around, keeping a stern look as he tried to figure out what was going on. The shadow began to grow towards Doctor, its shape and size expanding very quickly. He had to think on his feet or something would happen. The Doctor didn't know what would happen, but something would. The thought of what could happen sent chills down his spine. He searched his pockets for anything that could help him out. Time slowly ticking away as he searched.
"Ah!" The Doctor smiled at the screwdriver in his hand. "There you are!" He very carefully, but yet very quickly adjusted the settings on his screwdriver. The shadow crept closer. When the Doctor glanced up from this screwdriver, the shadows (aka Vashta Nerada) were right at his feet causing the Doctor to point the screwdriver at them. He would have moved away if he was paying more attention, but then again... when did he really pay attention? A bright green light went onto the Vashta Nerada along with the beautiful buzzing
sound the Doctor happily enjoyed. The green light slowly seemed to wrap around the shadows, making them stop on their quest to get the Doctor and his flesh. After a few seconds, the light seemed to go somewhat solid.Snap!
The light snapped in half and the shadows scattered in the blink of an eye. Doctor was left alone once more as a gentle breeze blew his hair gently. He flipped his screwdriver with a satisfied grin as he walked back into this TARIDS. Sparks greeted him at the door. "Hellooooo Sexy!" He smiled and ran to her. "Feeling a bit angry about the mistakes I made? Don't worry. I'll be extremely clever so you can watch!" The Eleventh Doctor climbs under the console and starts working on fixing her up. For the next couple of hours, he would be talking to himself and making impossible ideas of how to have fun through time and space... but hey, who could do it any better than the Eleventh Doctor himself? No one, that's who.