Post by The Master on Sept 5, 2010 18:12:28 GMT -5
Name: The Master
Nickname:
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Undetermined
Age/Birthday: 906 + (Same as The Doctor)
Race: Gallifreyan (Time Lord)
Place of Birth/Home Town: Gallifrey
Character Portrayal: John Simm
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'10"
Individual Features:
General Appearance:
Family: Unknown
Friends: Toclafane
Enemies: Everybo... The Doctor, UNIT, Torchwood, any and ever companian The Doctor has ever had, and their families. Martha Jones mother holds a big grudge. And his wife Lucy (who is dead) has issues with him as well.
Job: Time Lord, Time Traveler, and Political Candidate
Personality:
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Rules: I of course read them.
Nickname:
Colonel Masters, Reverend Magister, Professor Thascalos, 'Duke' Dominus, Estro, Dr Emil Keller, The Adjudicator (Martin Jurgens), Godspodar, Mr. Seta, Melkur, The Portreeve, Kalid, Sir Gilles Estram, The Sheriff, Major Kreer, Doctor John Smith (Also used by The Doctor), Bruce, War King, Professor Yana, and Harold Saxon.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Undetermined
Age/Birthday: 906 + (Same as The Doctor)
Race: Gallifreyan (Time Lord)
Place of Birth/Home Town: Gallifrey
Character Portrayal: John Simm
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'10"
Individual Features:
General Appearance:
Family: Unknown
Friends: Toclafane
Enemies: Everybo... The Doctor, UNIT, Torchwood, any and ever companian The Doctor has ever had, and their families. Martha Jones mother holds a big grudge. And his wife Lucy (who is dead) has issues with him as well.
Job: Time Lord, Time Traveler, and Political Candidate
Personality:
The master is an utter and complete lunatic. He has genocidal tendencies and he doesn’t care who gets in his way. His favorite plaything… is The Doctor. He loves nothing more than to mess with his mind, mostly because he threw him in a black hole and has denied the existence of the drums for hundreds of years. The Master can be a vengeful git who will stop at nothing to get back at those who have wronged him even if that wrong is imagined. Most of his personality issues stem from the Drums that constantly echo within the vaults of his deranged and yet brilliant mind. He doesn't completely hate The Doctor, but it is more of a like/hate relationship. He could never kill him but he loves to cause him pain, just like he has felt.
Likes:
- Power
- Blondes
- The Doctor
Dislikes:
- Lord President Rassilon (aka: That son of a she dog that put drums in my head)
- The Drums
- The Doctor
Fears:
- The Drums and Pain in his head.
- Being captured by The Doctor
- Being Alone
Powers:
Like all Time Lords and Ladies The Master has the power or regeneration. However, The Master believes that if he dies again it will be his last and that his regenerative life force is nearly depleted. He also has recuperative powers, healing at an accelerated rate. The Master also has powerful hypnotistic abilities that work after mere seconds after talking with him.
He also is armed with a Tissue Compression Eliminator that shrinks it’s victims to death, a laser screwdriver which can kill with a single shot, cause accelerated aging in it’s victim, and can only be used by The Master due to isomorphic technology and a biometric security system. Lastly The Master has found a set of Time Rings. These small devices allow travel throughout time without being in a time machine.
He is a master of disquise and The Master also has limited telepathic abilities. He cannot read another’s mind however he can communicate with other telepathic creatures and beings. However his greatest ability is the intellect of his mind.
History:
In the beginning when he was but a child of eight, The master and The Doctor were friends. But all that changed on the fateful day that they were forced to look into the time vortex itself. The Doctor ran from its awesome power, but The Master stayed; burning itself into his mind. It when then that the drums started. However little did he know that the drums were not caused by the vortex, but by the most sinister plot of Lord President Rassilon. He would not learn of this for almost 900 years of pain, suffering, ridicule, and insanity.
After The Doctor had fled from the crimes he had committed on Gallifrey, Koschei was sent out to find and capture him. There he lost all of the goodness that remained within him thanks to the Darkheart device. The Doctor trapped him within a black hole and it was there that Koschei swore his vengeance upon the outlawed time traveler.
The Doctor and The Master have collided many times within their long lives however the most recent events occurred at the end of the universe where he had fled and used a Chameleon Arch that stored his biological information as well as memories within a small handheld fob watch that contained a perception filter. This turned him into an old human Professor by the name of Yana.
After many countless years Professor met The Doctor in his tenth incarnation and his companion Martha Jones, and Captain Jack Harkness. It was Martha who brought the fob watch to his attention and it was because of this that he opened it, regaining all that he had lost. He then stole The Doctor’s Tardis and took it back in time leaving The Doctor, Martha, and Captain Jack Harkness stranded.
The Master became prime Ministry and married Lucy. During this time The Doctor and his Children of Time managed to make it back thanks to Jacks time agency travel device. But The Master captured them and Martha’s family. With the help of the Toclafane, The Master almost succeeded in destroying most of mankind. But in the end The Master was killed by a gunshot wound from his wife Lucy… a wound he refused to regenerate and he then died in The Doctor’s arms. This ring was found by one of his devoted followers of the Disciples of Saxon, an evil cult of worshippers that thought him almost a god.
The Master was then brought back to life thanks to the Disciples of Saxon but it was his wife Lucy that destroyed their plans in part by killing herself with the Potion of death. He was not fully destroyed however and he managed to survive but at the expense of most of his life-force. He was captured and made to repair the Immortality Gate; however after its completion he used it to make The Master Race, a race of humans that had all turned into him.
The Master managed to bring back the Time Lords with the use of a Whitepoint star; but when he discovered that it was they who had caused his suffering for his entire life he sacrificed himself so that The Doctor might survive as well as the Earth and humanity. He was also pretty ticked off and just wanted to beat the crap out of the Lord President that did it to him.
But he did not die. He traveled back to Gallifrey and the time of the Time Wars and there he stole a set of Time Rings and escaped. Once again he used his fob watch to lose himself into a half normal life of humanity for a time…
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The darkness that surrounded his walking form shrouded him in it’s embrace in an enigmatic feeling of mystery and dread. Soft dark robes covered him from head to toe, his cloak hood hiding a face that was alien and non human in appearance. This was the price he had paid for greatness. This was the price that he had paid to become the most powerful, and fearsome wizard in the world.
People were starting to fear the very mention of his name, and by this he was pleased. But it was not enough. He wanted the world at his feet, he wanted them to quake in fear and terror, at the mention of him. Referred to in only hushed whispers. A cold wind blew his cloak back in a whirlwind of rippling descending and impenetrable inky black darkness.
A cold smile flittered across his face as he noticed that the gate had been disturbed. 'That would be my most trusted lieutenant.' He thought with satisfaction, at the idea of one so loyal. 'My most trusted and most worthy.' He mused as he raised a hand and the gates parted before him as if they were paying homage to their rightful ruler and master.
Upon his arrival he was not disappointed to see that the grave also had been disturbed. The normal casual eye would never have noticed the differences especially in the darkness that enveloped him, but he was not normal by any standard. Yet again, he reached out and raised his hand watching with cold satisfaction as it to parted before him and made way for him to enter. As he stepped into the darkness the way closed behind him with little more then a slight grounding sound.
Into the darkness he descended, not needing light, to show him the way. He was as one with the darkness and shadows, and he would never show his followers such weakness as in needing light to see by. He moved more swiftly now. His eyes spying what he had been searching for in this place of darkness and decay, that penetrated the air in relentless force.
A warm golden flickering glow had shown itself to him. Reaching the open door frame the man paused briefly to behold the slim young woman who was seated to the left of his chair. “Bellatrix,” he whispered in honeyed tones. She was by far his favorite of followers. Though he would never speak these thoughts.
He stepped lightly into the room and circled around the chairs so that he would pass directly behind Bellatrix, before having a seat in his own velvet cushioned chair. His hands rested on the coiled serpents that graced its arms with a look of cold satisfaction upon his face.
His eyes glancing at the empty chairs that were still vacant. 'Patience, he had some of that mystical power of control tonight. Patience, that elusive way of being that had helped him on his way to greatness.' He thought.
The darkness of the room suited The Dark Lord well. His blood filled eyes flickered casually along its stony cold and damp walls. Moss was growing upon it’s surface in green sheets of a vegetational like growth. There was the sounds of dripping from somewhere that he found to be annoying at this particular moment. He was becoming slightly impatient, the sound was grating and it displeased him. Bellatrix continued to sit at his left hand. It was a place of immense important and prestige. There where three Death Eaters that stood above the rest. Bellatrix Black, Lucius Malfoy and one Severus Snape, although The Dark Lord Voldemort was not as pleased with him as the others of late.
He seemed to be showing a certain lacking in dedication and devotion, a trait that the other two seemed to hold on to with a higher standard of loyalty and dedication. If things persisted as they currently were with the young Slytherin then some pruning may become necessary. Sounds of footsteps echoed through out the room as movement sounded from the door that he Lord Voldemort had used just a few moments earlier.
‘That would be Lucius and the new recruit no doubt.’ He thought with his ever cold and deadly stare that took in the opened entryway. He could almost hear the beating of their hearts as they walked towards him and entered the room. But of course that wasn’t him that was doing the hearing it was the silent and deadly serpent that they had unwittingly passed within the darkness of the passageway. She was there listening, waiting, and guarding so that none would reach her master without his knowledge of their arrival.
They entered the two of them and he watched as Lucius showed him the proper respect. But there was something amiss in Lucius’s mannerisms. Something small and out of place. The Dark Lord’s cold gaze never left them. “Very good, I am well pleased.” He said with a cold voice that betrayed no emotion what so ever. His eyes turned to Bellatrix and his cold voice took on a colder hint of amusement, as she reached for her wand. “Do you have something to add Bellatrix?” He asked.
He was most curious to see what kind of game Bellatrix would play with these two young men. Her cruelty knew no bounds of this he was sure, as was he sure of her loyalty and devotion. He kept his face in a mask of perpetual coldness as she Bellatrix, stalked around Silas Harrow as if she were a cat getting ready to pounce upon her rightful pray. She was going to play with him, he realized with a spark of chilling delight as she started to speak.
It was a weakness that had to be stripped away from the both of them. Their emotions for each other ran a little two high. But He Who Must Not Be Named was pleased by the way that Bellatrix his most loyal and trusted lieutenant was taking care of the situation. ‘CRUCIO!’ The word echoed through out the chamber and rang in his ears, it was almost intoxicating how the warmth from that one simple incantation seemed to fill him up and make his want to revel and rejoice in its power.
He took note of the joy that seemed to make Bellatrix seem complete and to make her into one of immense, hypnotic and terrible beauty. Beauty that was mesmerizing to behold. Once again the spell echoed through out the chamber and The Dark Lord was pleased. His attention focused on Silas, so far he was pleased that he had not uttered any such pleads for her to stop.
But for the moment The Dark Lord would let Bella have her fun, and feel the glory and revel in the power that she commanded with such ease as if she were born to it, and being that she was a pure-blood she was. The power was rightfully her’s. This was good, this was how it should be. Lucius could learn a thing or two from this young woman. Both Lucius and Silas could for that matter.
He watched Lucius briefly in the throes of the spell. His attention switching from each of them in turn. A trace of a cold rare smile on his inhuman looking lips.
Rules: I of course read them.