Age: 23 Earth years (17 according to last Brendan School records)
Status: are you royal, noble, citizen, famous, rich, etc.
Hair: Ginger (bright orange)
Other: Misos triangle brand on left bicep
Clothing: Brendon School uniform
Family: Phoenain Turlough (father, exiled); Demira Turlough (mother, deceased); Essani Turlough (baby brother, exiled with father)
Personality: Turlough could be called a coward, as his natural inclination when faced with danger is to run away from it. However, he often comes back to help anyway, and is very capable in dangerous situations. He will talk back to and argue with anyone, even the Black Guardian, especially when he is sure they are wrong. He is adept at lying, and can fool most people with his lies. In his spare time, he likes to draw and occasionally paint.
Strengths: Quick thinking, charming, self-assured, good aim
Weakness: Selfish, liar, sarcastic, gets locked up a lot
Likes: Drawing, winning, travelling, tea
Dislikes: Earth, humans, Tractators, Earth
Dream: Getting home, or at least far away from Earth
History: Born 5 Tavak 2344 KF on the Trion calendar, Vislor Turlough grew up as the heir to the Clan of Turlough. His childhood was peaceful until he turned 16, when civil war broke out against the clans. He had to wait until he turned 18 to help fight, by which point his brother Essani had been born. Two months into his training, he received news that his mother had been killed, and by the time a year had passed, the war was over, with the rebels victorious. In the trails that followed, his father was sentenced to exile on the old colony of Sarn, and was branded. Essani was sentenced to the same, despite only being a year old. Vislor was exiled to a backwards, barely civilised planet called Earth.
The trip to Earth took just long enough for Vislor to learn English. Upon arrival, he met with the Trion operative stationed there, as a solicitor in Chancery Lane, who enrolled him in Brendon Public School as a Year 9 student, aged 13 years. Vislor was less than pleased about this, but couldn’t really object as he was shipped off as a boarding student. While he was able to charm his way into being well liked, he hated the four years he was stuck there, and by the time Sixth Form rolled around, was looking for any way to not have to be stuck on Earth at public school. So he stole his maths teacher, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart’s, car, crashed it, and wound up making a deal with the Black Guardian: the Guardian would get Turlough off Earth, and in exchange Turlough would kill “one of the most evil creatures in the universe” who called himself the Doctor.
However, on meeting the Doctor, Turlough quickly realised that this man was not one of the most evil creatures in the universe. Everytime he would try to rescind his bargain, however, the Guardian would force him to continue. This relationship led him to jump over the side of a Edwardian sea-ship style spaceship during a literal space race, but he was rescued by a neighbouring pirate ship, where he charmed his way into the graces of the captain. He and the Doctor wound up getting rid of the crew of that ship and winning the race, at which point he was offered a giant jewel from both the White and the Black Guardians. He didn’t choose it, and in doing so ended his bargain.
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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.
The Doctor's Sonic screwdriver
A chicken leg
Book of matches
A rubber duck
Turlough sighed. Just another day with the Doctor, really. Shadows that would eat him and the Doctor unconscious in the only other pool of light. Which was going out, of course.
Shaking his head, Turlough slung his pack off and opened it. Most of it was useless; the matches would probably burn out before the Vashta Nerada could even get to them, they wouldn’t go for a carrot, the sonic screwdriver wouldn’t do anything to them, the raincoat wouldn’t protect him, and he couldn’t figure out what on Trion the rubber duck was even doing in there.
However, the turkey leg could be used to test for Vashta Nerada, and the torch would probably stay on long enough for him to dash over to the Doctor.
Turlough pulled out the turkey leg and tossed it into the shadows. It hadn’t even landed before it was just the bone. He closed his eyes, sighed one more time, then turned on the torch, feeling a bit silly as he held it over his head.
He was almost convinced that his leg would be gone when he stepped out of the light he was in, but somehow the torch worked, banishing the Vashta Nerada long enough for him to sprint through. Turlough had just reached the Doctor, who seemed to be more conscious than he had initially thought, when the light started to flicker and die. He knelt down and checked the Doctor quickly for serious injuries, relaxing when he found none.
Shaking his head, he muttered to the Doctor, “You know, I think I might actually prefer Earth to this place.”