PLAYER Name: Amanda Personal Journal:daintily E-mail: speakforthetruffalas@gmail.com AIM/MSN/etc: AIM – man grit
CHARACTER Name: The Master Canon: Doctor Who Timeline: During the “End of Time” episodes, when he is a captive of the Naismiths. If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: The Master is most easily described as a mad man, and that is very true. He is mad, but he’s also more than that. He’s power hungry, in a way that never ends well, and is easily able to get into positions of power, whether it’s through charm, skill, or manipulation. He feels that he is superior, and is extremely narcissistic. Would someone who isn’t a narcissist change the entirety of a race into clones of themselves? Probably not. He desires control, and his hypnotic ways and ability to fool people into believing his a normal, charming man help him achieve that.
He enjoys the suffering of others, and finds amusement in pain and suffering. He shows little remorse for his actions, and makes destroying populations a game. He makes jokes and laughs, which really just makes his actions all the crueler, but isn’t that the best part? He enjoys breaking people down, watching them suffer slowly. That’s why he kept the Doctor alive, and was completely fascinated by the fact that Jack could not die. He wanted to break them mentally, before destroying them completely. He’s inventive in his torture.
He’s more than just a sociopath and a psychiatric field day, though. Driven mad by the drums in his head, the Master’s vast intelligence was twisted into something darker. When the Master was in the guise of Professor Yana, before restoring himself as a Time Lord, the Doctor even commented that he was more brilliant than the Doctor himself, who’s known for his intelligence and creativity. He’s endlessly intelligent, but instead of using his knowledge for good and the betterment of others he used them for selfish, self-fulfilling reasons. He does not sympathize with others, and sees no reason to. He just wants to watch the world burn, with him lighting the fire.
After his flawed resurrection, the Master began to lose himself. His control and ability to charm others began to fade, as he was a raw, more emotional version of himself. He would spend time remembering his childhood on Gallifrey, possibly because he knew that this was his last chance. He was angry and bitter, getting caught in the memories and wondering how his life would be if he had been free from the drums. He was more animalistic, from the strain his body was putting on his mind, and he became quick to anger. He was still very much his intelligent, cruel self who saw delight and play in other’s suffering, but he is coming apart at the edges.
First Person: [The Master is holding his pocket watch tightly, staring at the screen curiously. He paces back and forth, grinning to himself. This was fantastic. Completely fantastic. A new world. A new time, a new everything.
He laughs to himself, finally addressing the watch.]
I believe I’m using this correctly. Hello, new friends. Please pardon my appearance. [He taps at the collar at his neck, a simple, four note beat.] I’m sure you understand. Suddenly being in one spot, and then another. There wasn’t any time to prepare myself.
If anyone can answer a few questions, or know where I can find a doctor, I’ll be at the station. [He chuckles again, and the video cuts off.]
Third Person: The Master was curious about this new place. This Ruby City. He had been exploring the city, getting to know its depths. He wanted to know more. He had to know the city, inside and out. He had to know the best way to tear it apart, brick by brick.
So he had been wandering. He used this time to himself to get to know better, spending time getting used to how his body drained so quickly, and finding the best ways to counteract how he withered away. Some of the people in the city were fools, and had offered him food. He had found a few restaurants and cafés, he had foraged through the forests.
But he was still always so hungry. He was ravenous, and he would frequently be overcome with hunger pains.. The Master found them needlessly distracting and worthless. He had far more important things to deal with then his hunger. He needed to find how this place worked, and see what they used to transport all these groups of people.
He grimaced to himself, prowling the streets of Ruby City. (It was an odd name, it would be far more fitting if the streets ran crimson.) There were so many options, but he had so little patience. He had so many plans for this city, he could not get distracted by a sharp pain in his stomach. He had eaten not too long ago, but his body, his body, while more agile, and more powerful, was an unnecessary burden. If only his resurrected body had come without the drums. Maybe if he could share them with others, the burden would not be one. For now, he could put his plans aside and find himself some sustenance.
[CANON] The Master | Doctor Who | Reserved
Name: Amanda
Personal Journal:
E-mail: speakforthetruffalas@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM – man grit
CHARACTER
Name: The Master
Canon: Doctor Who
Timeline: During the “End of Time” episodes, when he is a captive of the Naismiths.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: The Master is most easily described as a mad man, and that is very true. He is mad, but he’s also more than that. He’s power hungry, in a way that never ends well, and is easily able to get into positions of power, whether it’s through charm, skill, or manipulation. He feels that he is superior, and is extremely narcissistic. Would someone who isn’t a narcissist change the entirety of a race into clones of themselves? Probably not. He desires control, and his hypnotic ways and ability to fool people into believing his a normal, charming man help him achieve that.
He enjoys the suffering of others, and finds amusement in pain and suffering. He shows little remorse for his actions, and makes destroying populations a game. He makes jokes and laughs, which really just makes his actions all the crueler, but isn’t that the best part? He enjoys breaking people down, watching them suffer slowly. That’s why he kept the Doctor alive, and was completely fascinated by the fact that Jack could not die. He wanted to break them mentally, before destroying them completely. He’s inventive in his torture.
He’s more than just a sociopath and a psychiatric field day, though. Driven mad by the drums in his head, the Master’s vast intelligence was twisted into something darker. When the Master was in the guise of Professor Yana, before restoring himself as a Time Lord, the Doctor even commented that he was more brilliant than the Doctor himself, who’s known for his intelligence and creativity. He’s endlessly intelligent, but instead of using his knowledge for good and the betterment of others he used them for selfish, self-fulfilling reasons. He does not sympathize with others, and sees no reason to. He just wants to watch the world burn, with him lighting the fire.
After his flawed resurrection, the Master began to lose himself. His control and ability to charm others began to fade, as he was a raw, more emotional version of himself. He would spend time remembering his childhood on Gallifrey, possibly because he knew that this was his last chance. He was angry and bitter, getting caught in the memories and wondering how his life would be if he had been free from the drums. He was more animalistic, from the strain his body was putting on his mind, and he became quick to anger. He was still very much his intelligent, cruel self who saw delight and play in other’s suffering, but he is coming apart at the edges.
First Person: [The Master is holding his pocket watch tightly, staring at the screen curiously. He paces back and forth, grinning to himself. This was fantastic. Completely fantastic. A new world. A new time, a new everything.
He laughs to himself, finally addressing the watch.]
I believe I’m using this correctly. Hello, new friends. Please pardon my appearance. [He taps at the collar at his neck, a simple, four note beat.] I’m sure you understand. Suddenly being in one spot, and then another. There wasn’t any time to prepare myself.
If anyone can answer a few questions, or know where I can find a doctor, I’ll be at the station. [He chuckles again, and the video cuts off.]
Third Person: The Master was curious about this new place. This Ruby City. He had been exploring the city, getting to know its depths. He wanted to know more. He had to know the city, inside and out. He had to know the best way to tear it apart, brick by brick.
So he had been wandering. He used this time to himself to get to know better, spending time getting used to how his body drained so quickly, and finding the best ways to counteract how he withered away. Some of the people in the city were fools, and had offered him food. He had found a few restaurants and cafés, he had foraged through the forests.
But he was still always so hungry. He was ravenous, and he would frequently be overcome with hunger pains.. The Master found them needlessly distracting and worthless. He had far more important things to deal with then his hunger. He needed to find how this place worked, and see what they used to transport all these groups of people.
He grimaced to himself, prowling the streets of Ruby City. (It was an odd name, it would be far more fitting if the streets ran crimson.) There were so many options, but he had so little patience. He had so many plans for this city, he could not get distracted by a sharp pain in his stomach. He had eaten not too long ago, but his body, his body, while more agile, and more powerful, was an unnecessary burden. If only his resurrected body had come without the drums. Maybe if he could share them with others, the burden would not be one. For now, he could put his plans aside and find himself some sustenance.