[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Mortimer Kyril
Species: Kaled
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Occupation: varies, currently an exorcist/paranormal investigator
Status: Barely getting by
::Appearance::
Hair: Dark
Eyes: Bright blue
Height: 5'5"
Figure: Lean, athletic
Other: scars cover his body from multiple scrapes, the worst are hidden underneath his clothing
Clothing: 18th century well-to do gentleman
Play-by: Daniel Radcliffe
::Info::
Family: none
Personality: Mortimer is usually very cheerful, though he can easily become irritable, especially in dangerous situations. Socially, he's far less pleasant. Mortimer is incredibly arrogant and regards humans and many other species as inferior and expendable, he's very self-centered and apathetic. He also hates his Kaledness and the connection it has with the daleks, bringing it up will only serve to annoy him. Though he's usually polite, at times he can be rude and tactless. His inner dialogue is far removed from his usually polite and cheerful exterior. He's ambitious, and obsesses over the successful completion of a task. He has a ruthless streak, willing to go to any lengths necessary to see it through. He's cunning, yet often times his memory fails him, as if the silence themselves are stalking him 24/7 and pull repeated attacks when they feel like it.
However, he's appreciable of a good joke, likes traveling and long
walks on the beach, and milkshakes. He hates the daleks, and despite his apathy for the human race, doesn't see the need for pointless extermination. He may at times, help someone out of kindness, though he's loathe to admit it.
He spends his time taking up cases involving supernatural occurrences, in order to obtain alien technology that is the actual cause of the many incidents.
Strengths:
intelligence
resilience
stealth
strength
Weakness:
apathetic
arrogant
forgetful
impatient
Likes: his collection, milkshakes, (time) travel, time lords
Dislikes: dangerous situations, daleks, waiting, humans
Dream: to find "mystical" objects and technology for his collection
History: Mortimer is enigmatic and cagey about his past but he claims he was created by the Daleks as a spy. They hoped his more human appearance as a Kaled would allow him to infiltrate the time lords better. His job was to steal a Tardis and pretend to be amongst their ranks. If he died in the process, it naturally wouldn't concern them.
Things did go wrong, but he escaped. Mortimer wasn't foolish when it came to his former masters. Despite his Kaled blood he hates the daleks, seeing them as nothing more than a cruel form of life. He killed a time agent and stole his vortex manipulator, giving him his desired access of time travel, an option he would still like to be left open, though he prefers to stay in the 19th century, preferring the "aesthetics" of the place. He took up jobs as a paranormal investigator, using the opportunity to collect alien artifacts and technology that cause the "paranormal" incidents, like a one man Torchwood, though he's never heard of the place. He's especially obsessed with collecting mythical items such as Pandora's box and the golden fleece.
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The Doctor is stuck under a flickering streetlamp, you are on the opposite side of the street. It's midnight, no moon or stars, the only lights around are the lamp the Doctor is under, and the light in front of a closed store you stand under.
The only way to the Doctor is to cross the dark street, easy, right? Wrong. This planet is well-known for being infested with Vashta Nerada. Any shadow anywhere could be infested with them. You have a small pack on your back with several items in it that you could use to get to him.
A carrot
The Doctor's Sonic screwdriver
A chicken leg
A flashlight
Book of matches
A rubber duck
a raincoat
Mortimer shook his head and sat up. He rubbed his temples and looked around. A blank street, a blank sky, and some bum huddled up under a streetlamp, unconscious. Wonderful. He hated these situations where one could die so easily. It was clear to him that something in the darkness wanted to kill him. He didn't know how, it seemed based o pure instinct. Reaching into the pack, Mortimer pulled out the objects within. It was the sonic screwdriver. In the past he'd taught himself how to use it, back when his memory was good. He often forgot things nowadays, often it was his keys. Thankfully he could still remember how to operate a screwdriver. He wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. Pointing the screwdriver at the store window, he turned on all the lights inside, then within the safety of the store's light, Mortimer moved to the front door, remembering for once that the store would be rigged with alarms. Disabling those with another flick of the screwdriver, he unlocked the door and entered the store. It was in the safety of the store that he could still see the bum passed out on the street. Rolling his eyes, he exited the store, making sure to remain in the light. He didn't particularly care about humans, yet the bum had no protection against the Vashta Nerada. He entered the store and returned with several large flashlights, glad that he had more to work with than what was in the pack. He arranged them at the edge of the store's light, and created a safe path to the streetlamp, before crossing to the other side and dragging the man back into the safety of the store. It felt unusual to do something so altruistic, perhaps he was in a good mood.