Exsilium Application
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drumsoftime» PLAYER INFORMATION
Player NAME: Amanda
Current AGE: 20
Personal JOURNAL:daintily
IM & SERVICE: AIM - sandshrews
Player PLURK: daintily
Current CHARACTERS: N/A
» CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: The Master/Harold Saxon
Canon & MEDIUM: Doctor Who, TV series.
Canon PULL-POINT: After his flawed resurrection, episode “The End of Time”
Character AGE: ~900, but he appears to be in his 30s.
Character ABILITIES: Regeneration upon death, mild psychic abilities, enhanced agility and the ability to shoot bio-electric bolts from his hand. (However, those last two abilities, caused by his resurrection, put an intense strain on his body, and as such he must consume large amounts of food, as well as sap the vitality from humans.)
Character HISTORY: Blanket history for the Master, and specific history for this regeneration.
Character PERSONALITY: The Master’s life has been dictated by one thing over all – the sound of drums in his head, beating on and on and on, calling for him to do something, to be great, to take control. Over time, the drums drove him insane, and that’s how we get the Master of today. Well, partially how he got there. After his incomplete resurrection, the Master was a bit different.
The Master grew up to be the man he was destined to be. He had the appearance of being charming, witty, and he won the hearts of a nation, even if it did take a bit of psychic manipulation. Truthfully, the Master is ruthless and cruel, and he could care less for the pains of others, and he seems to take an awful lot of glee in the destruction and manipulation of worlds, if his use of the Toclafane is any indication.
The Master is also extremely narcissistic, and he does things either for his own benefit or for his enjoyment. He even went so far as to change almost the entirety of the human race into duplicates of him, but his manipulation of the Immortality Gate just proves that the Master is astoundingly intelligent - just as intelligent as his rival/nemesis the Doctor. He may, perhaps, be even more intelligent than the other Time Lord, but where the Doctor saves world, the Master destroys them, driven to it from the madness caused by the pounding of drums.
After his resurrection, the Master was a creature of instinct and rage, the incomplete resurrection making him irrational, draining him of his ability to think straight as he struggled to function with the changes the resurrection made and filling him with an unending fury. He became more withdrawn, though, spending moments remembering his youth on Gallifrey, and you could see that the Master had not always been a mad man, but he had become because he was just another pawn in the Time War. Sometimes he would wonder how his life would be different without his drums, but he had to accept the fact that there was nothing else he could do but find an outlet for his anger.
» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: Laser screwdriver. Nothing like the familiar. (The laser screwdriver does not exactly function like a screwdriver, but it does shoot lasers!)
Chosen SKILLSET: He is decidedly intellectual, but he would be more then okay with fighting.
» SAMPLES
First PERSON: [There’s nothing like modern technology. Even if human technology can be rather lacking, the Master is pleased with his device, and he is already formulating various modifications. He really does want to know if he could use it to transmit psychic energy…]
[Well, he should probably address the other people who were dragged along with him.] So, rather lovely place, isn’t it? There isn’t anything quite like a war.
Third PERSON: He felt…off. He felt wound too tight, and it was starting to become rather aggravating. He had tried to ignore it, pushing away the thoughts of how wrong he was now, a shell of a man, and this wouldn’t have happened had he not been driven mad. He just wanted to feel right. Not that he had ever felt right before. Maybe he was more right now than ever before, and this man who could barely be called a man, fully enslaved to the drums.
Highly unlikely, though. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back. He had found a bench, and he perched on it with his knees drawn up, his fingers unconsciously tapping a beat on his kneecaps. It was rhythmic, the same four beats over and over and over. It had been maddening, but what could he call it now that he had already gone mad? He snorted, raising a hand to run it through his short hair. A tremor ran through him, an excess of energy every time he moved. Perhaps, he reasoned, that was why he was so wound up. The energy just building and building and building and he had to let it out. He wondered, both hands returning to their tapping, what the views on murder were.
» ADDITIONAL NOTES
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Player NAME: Amanda
Current AGE: 20
Personal JOURNAL:
daintilyIM & SERVICE: AIM - sandshrews
Player PLURK: daintily
Current CHARACTERS: N/A
» CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: The Master/Harold Saxon
Canon & MEDIUM: Doctor Who, TV series.
Canon PULL-POINT: After his flawed resurrection, episode “The End of Time”
Character AGE: ~900, but he appears to be in his 30s.
Character ABILITIES: Regeneration upon death, mild psychic abilities, enhanced agility and the ability to shoot bio-electric bolts from his hand. (However, those last two abilities, caused by his resurrection, put an intense strain on his body, and as such he must consume large amounts of food, as well as sap the vitality from humans.)
Character HISTORY: Blanket history for the Master, and specific history for this regeneration.
Character PERSONALITY: The Master’s life has been dictated by one thing over all – the sound of drums in his head, beating on and on and on, calling for him to do something, to be great, to take control. Over time, the drums drove him insane, and that’s how we get the Master of today. Well, partially how he got there. After his incomplete resurrection, the Master was a bit different.
The Master grew up to be the man he was destined to be. He had the appearance of being charming, witty, and he won the hearts of a nation, even if it did take a bit of psychic manipulation. Truthfully, the Master is ruthless and cruel, and he could care less for the pains of others, and he seems to take an awful lot of glee in the destruction and manipulation of worlds, if his use of the Toclafane is any indication.
The Master is also extremely narcissistic, and he does things either for his own benefit or for his enjoyment. He even went so far as to change almost the entirety of the human race into duplicates of him, but his manipulation of the Immortality Gate just proves that the Master is astoundingly intelligent - just as intelligent as his rival/nemesis the Doctor. He may, perhaps, be even more intelligent than the other Time Lord, but where the Doctor saves world, the Master destroys them, driven to it from the madness caused by the pounding of drums.
After his resurrection, the Master was a creature of instinct and rage, the incomplete resurrection making him irrational, draining him of his ability to think straight as he struggled to function with the changes the resurrection made and filling him with an unending fury. He became more withdrawn, though, spending moments remembering his youth on Gallifrey, and you could see that the Master had not always been a mad man, but he had become because he was just another pawn in the Time War. Sometimes he would wonder how his life would be different without his drums, but he had to accept the fact that there was nothing else he could do but find an outlet for his anger.
» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: Laser screwdriver. Nothing like the familiar. (The laser screwdriver does not exactly function like a screwdriver, but it does shoot lasers!)
Chosen SKILLSET: He is decidedly intellectual, but he would be more then okay with fighting.
» SAMPLES
First PERSON: [There’s nothing like modern technology. Even if human technology can be rather lacking, the Master is pleased with his device, and he is already formulating various modifications. He really does want to know if he could use it to transmit psychic energy…]
[Well, he should probably address the other people who were dragged along with him.] So, rather lovely place, isn’t it? There isn’t anything quite like a war.
Third PERSON: He felt…off. He felt wound too tight, and it was starting to become rather aggravating. He had tried to ignore it, pushing away the thoughts of how wrong he was now, a shell of a man, and this wouldn’t have happened had he not been driven mad. He just wanted to feel right. Not that he had ever felt right before. Maybe he was more right now than ever before, and this man who could barely be called a man, fully enslaved to the drums.
Highly unlikely, though. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back. He had found a bench, and he perched on it with his knees drawn up, his fingers unconsciously tapping a beat on his kneecaps. It was rhythmic, the same four beats over and over and over. It had been maddening, but what could he call it now that he had already gone mad? He snorted, raising a hand to run it through his short hair. A tremor ran through him, an excess of energy every time he moved. Perhaps, he reasoned, that was why he was so wound up. The energy just building and building and building and he had to let it out. He wondered, both hands returning to their tapping, what the views on murder were.
» ADDITIONAL NOTES
No notes at this time!
