The Tenth Doctor

[The Tenth Doctor]

The Tenth Doctor

“People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but, actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly... timey-wimey... stuff.”

Basic Info!

Full Name: Unknown
Aliases: "The Doctor" "The Oncoming Storm" "John Smith" "Sweetie"
Age: 903
Occupation: Time Traveler
Current Residence: The TARDIS ((Occasionally with Donna and Wilf!))
Species: Time Lord/Galligreyan ((Renegade))
Face Claim: David Tennant

Appearance:

Personality: The Tenth Doctor generally displays a light-hearted, talkative, easy-going, witty and cheeky manner, but repeatedly demonstrates a vengeful and unforgiving streak as well. He has a "One Warning" code when dealing with enemies.

History and Family

Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Important Figures: His past selves
Home Town/Planet: Gallifrey
History: When the Ninth Doctor absorbed the Time Vortex from his companion Rose Tyler and transferred it back into the Heart of the TARDIS, the forces began to destroy every cell in his body. He started to regenerate for the ninth time.

You, the player!

Nickname: Prissy
Contact Information: PM
Other Characters: None, at the moment
Source: From a friend

Roleplay Sample: The Doctor stood in an alleyway, looking upon the street. He knew this street....it belonged to one of his former companions, Donna Noble. He could never speak to her again...if so, she would die. He sighed dejectedly to himself, looking at the poor girl, just going about her normal life, as if the time she spent with him had never happened. To her, she never met him. He looked from the street into one of the windows of her house, looking at the old man sitting there at the dinner table. Wilfred Mott....one of his closest friends. As soon as it looked like the friendly old fool would notice him, he turned on his heels, and stepped back inside the blue phone box. He needed to clear his head. A bright smile flashed on his face. "Barcelona it is then?" He said to himself. He ran over, and began frantically pressing buttons and pulling levers, triumphently shouting, "ALLONS-Y!" as the TARDIS took off.

[The Pariah]

Well, well. Hello Doctor