Post by The Eleventh Doctor on Feb 18, 2012 17:55:30 GMT -5
The Eleventh Doctor
Emmy
Third Person
Emmy
Third Person
General Information
Age Nearing four digits, he's honestly lost count - and tends to make it up from time to time in an attempt to prove otherwise
Gender Male
Species Time Lord
Physical Description
Playby Matt Smith
Eye Colour Hazel
Hair Colour Brown
Height 6'0"
Describe Their Appearance The Doctor generally doesn't bother with attempting to 'fit in' with... well, any other species in the big, wide, Universe. As evident, of course, by his choice of clothing (bow ties are cool) - and it is completely obvious that this extends to his behaviour toward others also. He is near-constantly shuffling, skipping or jumping about wherever he happens to be, as (to live up to his childish nature) he finds it rather difficult to stay still.
Personality
In General The reason for one coming into contact with The Doctor is probably mainly caused by his basic personality (and, of course, the fact that the TARDIS tends to never take him where he wants to go - yes, he does know how to fly her, thank you very much), and whether one will continue to do so will probably be unfluenced by such. If easily summed up, the Time Lord's initial appearance will usually be that of a common human seven-year old.
He is, at times, unbelievably energetic - so much so that he frequently finds it difficult (and certainly boring) to stay in one place too long. So it is probably rather fortunate that he is a time-traveller, and doesn't even have to stay in one century for longer than extremely necessary. The Doctor's childish nature causes him to be naturally curious to... well, everything that is explorable in the whole, wide Universe, and usually positive toward many things he comes across. Though this sometimes - and quite unfortunately - does result in his jumping straight into situations that should probably have been left alone, to avoid dangerous trouble.
But looking on the bright side (just as he succeeds in doing when times are at their darkest), the Time Lord's common quick-thinking can usually help him to think of some sort of plan - sometimes even working so well enough for it to seem as though he has had a plan all along. When in actual fact, it is only really down to fortunate intelligence and improvisation that he (and whoever else he happened to drag into the equation) will still be standing at the end of it.
Under pressure, however, The Doctor's behaviour can show obvious alterations. He will usually ignore other people's distractions (sometimes even demanding silence in order to work something out), and rarely takes many other opinions into consideration when the matter is quite serious. Thinking aloud is somewhat of a habit, though it is more for the fact that it allows him to better understand his own thoughts, rather than for the benefit of those around him.
The Doctor easily becomes lonely - and at nearly-a-thousand years old, can't seem to stand silence. If there isn't anybody there to ramble out his thoughts to, he'll simply state them to himself. Or to his beloved TARDIS, if that's where he happens to be. Though even with an audience he tends to waffle on quite a lot (even often going back to make an alteration to a word or two he may have uttered earlier) - which can cause him to appear to be talking absolute nonsense.
Despite being occasionally arrogant (and a little boastful, if a good plan happens to come together well), events of his past lives prove to show that, really, he is not particularly very fond of himself. Then again, being more than just a couple of hundred years old can do that to a man.
Being typically 'The Doctor', he clearly shows a love for humans - and will always do his best to save a life.
Attitude Toward...
...Bow Ties, Fezzes, Stetsons, Bunk Beds and Glasses - basically everything The Doctor thinks is 'cool'.
Why? Because it seems that The Doctor think very highly of practically everything that ordinary humankind doesn't. Or maybe it is just that he truly does have a terrible sense of style - the excuse being that he... well, he is an alien after all
...His TARDIS
Or, when they're alone, 'Sexy'. In the end, it's always just the two of them, really. The Doctor and the TARDIS - the madman with a box. She doesn't always take him where he wants to go, but it's always where he needs to be. And that, truly, is probably the reason that they're a little bit in love
Attitude Toward...
...Enemies
In general, enemies are enemies - which is somewhat of a given. Though his attitude toward them differ from time to time. Past encounters influence his opinion of certain species (he typically deems Daleks beyond redemption, for obvious reasons), but others he often gives a chance, trusting them - if only at first - to make what he feels is the right decision
...Not being in control of a situation
Once he doesn't know what he is doing, The Doctor will usually be thrown head-first into somewhat of a twitchy panic. He's most likely to ramble, probably just in an attempt to make sense of a situation, and grow suddenly angry if his inability to gain control could cause harm
All The Little Things
Personal Effects
- His trusty sonic screwdriver, of course! It is capable of a rather handy amount of uses (but it doesn't do wood, obviously).
- Psychic paper (though it'll only show a load of squiggly lines if the lie happens to be too big)
- A hat, of some sort. The Doctor has a fondness for a really silly hat (though he will, naturally, always claim it to be cool)
- There is sometimes a great number of things that The Doctor will find in his pockets, and subsequently use as part of a 'marvellous plan' (this here meaning that he is more or less led to improvising on the spot). The curious thing is that, sometimes, it works
Quirks or Habits
Being The Doctor, he naturally has a bucket and a half full of 'alien' (literally) oddities.
He rarely stays still - though it is of little importance to him (as he doesn't seem to notice he is actually doing it) whether it is spinning in repetitive circles or gesturing wildly with his hands in support of this fact.
With a rather brilliant visual memory (being able to almost return to a scene by a glance alone to scan its contents), one could almost compare The Doctor's use of deductive reasoning to that of 'Sherlock Holmes'. Alas, he appears to have forgotten that he can actually do this (as it does require quite a bit of concentration) - proving undoubtedly that, at times, he can be quite forgetful.
The Doctor has a tendency to exclaim 'geronimo', and commonly tries to slip it into a conversation - somehow - or shout it when jumping head first into a new adventure
In regards to opinions on human food, fish fingers and custard are responded to positively, though wine is considered to be quite disgusting (though he is rather fond of the gums, of course)
Extras As proven, The Eleventh Doctor is, quite simply, a 'madman with a box'
Sample Post
The Universe could really be considered rather small.
It was a funny thought, honestly, but one that couldn't be stopped flitting around The Doctor's head as he turned and twirled around the TARDIS console. The Universe, which happened to be waiting just beyond those wooden doors, could often be considered never ending - and with good reason, too.
It stretched off in every direction (until you reached a corner), expanding through the future and the past, and clutching at the entirety of known existence with it's glimmering, glittering grasp. The Universe was huge.
Perhaps he was just getting bigger.
No, it wasn't that. He was getting older. That was the problem.
The Doctor had seen more of what The Universe had to offer than most people would be given chance to in a thousand lifetimes. Its lowest and its highest points (which often had even brought along his lowest and highest points), the dark times and the light, the good days and the bad.
There was still a lot to see, mind.
But on his own... well, it was just beginning to grow repetitive.
And talking to himself was beginning to grow, altogether, a little bit boring.
He could only respond in so many ways, after all.
Which meant... Which meant he needed to do something about it.
The Doctor paused, casting an almost weary glance around the Control Room of the TARDIS. Which, apart from himself, was currently rather disappointingly empty.
Oh!
The Time Lord's actions became somewhat intentional.
He pulled certain levers, flicked certain switches, hit the buttons that 'should only be hit when going to so-and-so' (which, for future reference, was the entire Western half of everything), because, finally, he had a destination.
Any curious onlooker would simply see a small blue box slightly withdraw from the curling arms of the far-away galaxy it had been previously hovering around, before gradually fading into the inky blue background of The Universe.
He had a destination.
Earth.
