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x_losficSo after a thinking about it I decided that, while it's totally cool that my friends do it, and I'm happy they have fun and I consider it an interesting creative endeavor, I'm fundamentally not okay with personally rping as a character from anything ever.
There's some TL;DR stuff about the mechanisms of why. ...also I don't know if I can write Master as gen. *shrug* It's too fundamental to the character to me that he+Doctor=teh smex.
But: I'm really pleased others have fun doing it, and am somewhat intrigued by the process/activity. One of my friends was kvetching about a Sad Lack of Classic Masters in RP coms. Since I'm not gonna, someone should
Steal mine, even! I just want the brother represented.
He's so cute! It would BE so cute! Cuuuuute!
There's some TL;DR stuff about the mechanisms of why. ...also I don't know if I can write Master as gen. *shrug* It's too fundamental to the character to me that he+Doctor=teh smex.
But: I'm really pleased others have fun doing it, and am somewhat intrigued by the process/activity. One of my friends was kvetching about a Sad Lack of Classic Masters in RP coms. Since I'm not gonna, someone should
The Character
Name: The Master (formerly Koschei), and a looooong string of aliases (Delgado!Master era)
Age/Birthdate: 600-ish? Roughly similar birth date to the Doctor, but due to wibbly-wobbly-timey-whimey, at a much younger point in his personal timeline.
Type: Gallifreyan, Time Lord. No abilities outside of those seen in canon, which are considerable and include: hypnotism, disguise, mechanical ability, piloting, mad math skills, plotting, polyglotism, and an uncanny ability to smooth talk his way out of almost any situation.
Canon: Classic Doctor Who, Pertwee Era
Journal: (The character's, not yours.)
Played-By: Roger Delgado
Icon: (Please provide a good quality icon of your character for the cast list page! If someone else made the icon be sure to credit it within the profile of your characters journal)
Appearance: Amorphously ethnic looking, compact, bearded, well-manicured. Fond of black Nehru jackets. Wears a variety of (possibly unnecessary) complicated disguises—Vicar, Satanic Cult Leader, Venture Capitalist, Scientist, Greek Guy. He remains six infuriating inches shorter than his contemporary Doctor. Better luck next regeneration? (Spoiler: Nope.)
Personality: Charming and gentlemanly in a ‘megalomaniacal bastard’ sort of way. Manipulative, funny, and iconoclastic. A bit prone to shrewishness. Thoroughly obsessed with the Doctor (his Best Enemy).
Avid watcher of The Clangers, which is like the Muppet Show for Brits, or the Teletubbies before there were such things as production values. While a brilliant scientist, he seems to secretly wish he were a sorcerer or somesuch. He’s embarrassingly prone to Summoning Things.
While he’s quieter about it than his later incarnations, it should be understood that he’s not terribly sane.
History:
From one of the best Houses, Koschei was born in Gallifrey’s capitol and thoroughly steeped in privilege. His mother was an incredibly competent, decorated scientist, but a bit of a maverick who moved them out to the sticks just as soon as her son was out of the House crèche to avoid the sheer boggling insipidity of ton.
Out in the boondocks, Koschei met Theta Sigma, who became his best friend shortly after introducing himself with the words “Have you seen my pet saurian anywhere about? Well, help me look for her!”
Koschei attended the Time Lord Academy (he graduated with better grades than the Doctor, as Theta Sigma now called himself). Earning the title ‘the Master,’ he set out to change the universe, believing he knew how to organize and rule better than clumsy primitives and isolationist Time Lords (some suspect he read too much Nietzsche during this period, but the Doctor holds out hope that his childhood best mate has better taste than that).
Something Happened between the Master and the Doctor, probably tied in with the Master’s increasingly sinister ambitions, and their close relationship came to an abrupt end. Now it’s all enmity and attempts to conquer the universe/thwart said conquering with them. If possible, he’d like to co-opt the Doctor into helping him subdue and rule—there may be some lingering hurt feelings there.
While not bugging the Doctor/keeping him entertained in his exile on Earth (he DOES have other pursuits, thank you, despite popular opinion to the contrary), he gads about in his TARDIS indulging his scientific curiosity, establishing tin pot despotates and abandoning them when he gets bored. Wreaking the occasional havoc.
He’s persona non grata on Gallifrey, especially after having recently stolen all the information in their super-computer, the Matrix. All the murders committed in his long quest to attain personal power didn’t endear him to the High Council either.
He was en route to UNIT, hoping to present the Doctor with his latest scheme (He’s quite proud of this one—he’s arranged for the Singing Poisonous Death Whales of Raco IX to pay a visit! The Doctor will never see this coming! Oh, the look on his face—) when his TARDIS, without warning, shut off in mid flight. He passed out during the plummet, and has no idea what’s outside the door, as all his instruments are dead.
Writing Sample:
The Doctor caught the Master digging a pungee pit outside the window of his lab.
“Why the devil are you engaging in partisan warfare?” the Doctor asked as the Master patiently used a laser lathe to slice clean edges on the pit, having zapped the dirt that had previously occupied the gaping hole out of existence. He'd made accompanying floor spikes out of what looked a lot like teeth. Whose teeth was unclear, but from the look of their jutting lengths they obviously belonged to something big and threatening. “Don’t you have more advanced weaponry?”
“Oh I’ve managed to obtain codes for a majority of this planet’s nuclear armaments. It’s amazing what people leave just lying about their highly guarded military facilities. I could blow up UNIT so many times over that the grandchildren of people currently in Nottinghamshire would still be getting radiation sickness and have a variety of diverting genetic issues. I’ve wondered if the death of another Time Lord would be enough to ‘break the cycle,’ as it were.”
Name: The Master (formerly Koschei), and a looooong string of aliases (Delgado!Master era)
Age/Birthdate: 600-ish? Roughly similar birth date to the Doctor, but due to wibbly-wobbly-timey-whimey, at a much younger point in his personal timeline.
Type: Gallifreyan, Time Lord. No abilities outside of those seen in canon, which are considerable and include: hypnotism, disguise, mechanical ability, piloting, mad math skills, plotting, polyglotism, and an uncanny ability to smooth talk his way out of almost any situation.
Canon: Classic Doctor Who, Pertwee Era
Journal: (The character's, not yours.)
Played-By: Roger Delgado
Icon: (Please provide a good quality icon of your character for the cast list page! If someone else made the icon be sure to credit it within the profile of your characters journal)
Appearance: Amorphously ethnic looking, compact, bearded, well-manicured. Fond of black Nehru jackets. Wears a variety of (possibly unnecessary) complicated disguises—Vicar, Satanic Cult Leader, Venture Capitalist, Scientist, Greek Guy. He remains six infuriating inches shorter than his contemporary Doctor. Better luck next regeneration? (Spoiler: Nope.)
Personality: Charming and gentlemanly in a ‘megalomaniacal bastard’ sort of way. Manipulative, funny, and iconoclastic. A bit prone to shrewishness. Thoroughly obsessed with the Doctor (his Best Enemy).
Avid watcher of The Clangers, which is like the Muppet Show for Brits, or the Teletubbies before there were such things as production values. While a brilliant scientist, he seems to secretly wish he were a sorcerer or somesuch. He’s embarrassingly prone to Summoning Things.
While he’s quieter about it than his later incarnations, it should be understood that he’s not terribly sane.
History:
From one of the best Houses, Koschei was born in Gallifrey’s capitol and thoroughly steeped in privilege. His mother was an incredibly competent, decorated scientist, but a bit of a maverick who moved them out to the sticks just as soon as her son was out of the House crèche to avoid the sheer boggling insipidity of ton.
Out in the boondocks, Koschei met Theta Sigma, who became his best friend shortly after introducing himself with the words “Have you seen my pet saurian anywhere about? Well, help me look for her!”
Koschei attended the Time Lord Academy (he graduated with better grades than the Doctor, as Theta Sigma now called himself). Earning the title ‘the Master,’ he set out to change the universe, believing he knew how to organize and rule better than clumsy primitives and isolationist Time Lords (some suspect he read too much Nietzsche during this period, but the Doctor holds out hope that his childhood best mate has better taste than that).
Something Happened between the Master and the Doctor, probably tied in with the Master’s increasingly sinister ambitions, and their close relationship came to an abrupt end. Now it’s all enmity and attempts to conquer the universe/thwart said conquering with them. If possible, he’d like to co-opt the Doctor into helping him subdue and rule—there may be some lingering hurt feelings there.
While not bugging the Doctor/keeping him entertained in his exile on Earth (he DOES have other pursuits, thank you, despite popular opinion to the contrary), he gads about in his TARDIS indulging his scientific curiosity, establishing tin pot despotates and abandoning them when he gets bored. Wreaking the occasional havoc.
He’s persona non grata on Gallifrey, especially after having recently stolen all the information in their super-computer, the Matrix. All the murders committed in his long quest to attain personal power didn’t endear him to the High Council either.
He was en route to UNIT, hoping to present the Doctor with his latest scheme (He’s quite proud of this one—he’s arranged for the Singing Poisonous Death Whales of Raco IX to pay a visit! The Doctor will never see this coming! Oh, the look on his face—) when his TARDIS, without warning, shut off in mid flight. He passed out during the plummet, and has no idea what’s outside the door, as all his instruments are dead.
Writing Sample:
The Doctor caught the Master digging a pungee pit outside the window of his lab.
“Why the devil are you engaging in partisan warfare?” the Doctor asked as the Master patiently used a laser lathe to slice clean edges on the pit, having zapped the dirt that had previously occupied the gaping hole out of existence. He'd made accompanying floor spikes out of what looked a lot like teeth. Whose teeth was unclear, but from the look of their jutting lengths they obviously belonged to something big and threatening. “Don’t you have more advanced weaponry?”
“Oh I’ve managed to obtain codes for a majority of this planet’s nuclear armaments. It’s amazing what people leave just lying about their highly guarded military facilities. I could blow up UNIT so many times over that the grandchildren of people currently in Nottinghamshire would still be getting radiation sickness and have a variety of diverting genetic issues. I’ve wondered if the death of another Time Lord would be enough to ‘break the cycle,’ as it were.”
Steal mine, even! I just want the brother represented.
He's so cute! It would BE so cute! Cuuuuute!
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