Doctor Who RPG

Because I'm cool:
Name:
Age:
Species:
Gender:
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Other:

Name: The Doctor, also known as Doctor
Age: Unknown. Currently in first stage of regeneration cycle.
Species: Time Lord
Gender: Female
Looks: Long, curly white-blonde hair. Blue eyes, pale skin, wears white t-shirt and fleece, jeans and a pair of buckly-boots.
Other: OMG SHE HAS A TARDIS AND A SONIC SCREWDRIVER

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The TARDIS was spinning in circles as it fell to earth. Sparks were emitting from the machines and a single woman was trying - and failing to man it. Swearing in a foreign tongue, the TARDIS crashed and everything went black.

Man, you used to be cool :\ But, if you do decide to be cool and allow another time lord, I call it.

Jeez, if there's so much demand, then I'll change it. -_-"

I just can't see it being much fun being a companion. Because there really are only four people max who will end up on this rp, I can't see it being much of a problem if we're all Timelords. Thanks for being cool, anyway :)

Name: The Philosopher
Age: Unknown. Is currently in the second stage of his regeneration cycle
Species: Timelord.
Gender: Male
Looks: Has short brown hair and blue eyes. He wears a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans and trainers.
Other:

The Philosopher sat up. He was in the inner workings of the Tardis. He had been tightening a few loose bolts when he had been launched across the room. Without hesitating, he got up and sprinted up the stairs.

The Doctor was currently wrestling with what seemed to be a large grey box. "The Anti-Matter box is trying to escape!" she shouted over all of the noise.

Can I be a time lord too? : 3

Yeah. ^^

Name: The Writer also nicknamed as 'Wri'
Age: Unknown, Currently in first stage of regeneration cycle
Species: Timelord
Gender: female
Looks: long hair dyed dark purple in braids, hair full of hair clips, brownish caramel gold eyes. Long legs, she wears a school girl's uniform, with a beret.
Other:

Wri lifted her head, from the page she had been working on. "Anti matter box?" She set aside her sheets, and ran over to help The Docter.

The Doctor glared at the Writer. "Listen, if we can't get it into the TARDIS, we're all gonna have to regenerate."

The writer looked at herself, and decided she definitely did not want to regenerate. "Okay, I'll help!"

"You push it in. I'll coax her." The Doctor latched onto the main hub of the console. "Listen, unless you stop this, we're all gonna die, okay?" The TARDIS seemed to sigh and allow the box back into the console.

"Why were we spinning out of control anyways?" Wri asked.

The Philosopher appeared, jogging up the stairs. "The anti-matter box stabilizes the Tardis, so that it can stay in the time stream and so we don't go flying around the place. If it stayed out for too long, the Tardis would spin out of control, drop out of the time stream and we would break our entire skeletons and have to regenerate." The Doctor may have been the one who could pilot the Tardis and talk to it, but the Philosopher knew every last inch of the Tardis's various mechanisms.

"Because the anti-matter box came out. And the only reason the anti-matter box came out is because we were spinning outta control."

"Confusing, but that explains enough."

"So we were spinning out of control anyway?" The Philosopher asked.

The Doctor grinned. "You can all go back to whatever you were doing before..." she shrugged and then started to pull random switches until the familiar and reassuring grinding noise was heard.

"You need to get a license or something, before we're all killed..." The Philosopher muttered, heading back down the stairs.

"It's all right. I just finished that chapter of my book." Wri smiled.

"I DID steal the TARDIS and let all of you guys, my childhood buds escape the Time War," she reminded them shrilly. "You should be slightly grateful for that."

"I am. But the thing is, it's kinda boring out here. "

"I'd be grateful if you read the manual." The Philosopher called up.

"I have. And I've rewritten it so it's actually readable." Wri pulled out a thin book which read manual.

"I rewrote that manual in Galifreian!" The Doctor looked slightly offended. "And I did read it." she muttered. "And then I threw it out into a black hole because everything about it was wrong."

Wri raised an eyebrow. "Anyways, we headed somewhere?"