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Jan. 3rd, 2014 01:22 amName: The Doctor. Just the Doctor. All those inquiring further, please and kindly fuck off.
Age: Like he remembers. 1,000-something, yeah?
Personality: Same as ever -ish. Enthusiastic, curious, protective, ever the wanderer, storyteller, warrior and physician—all rolled into one vessel with two big, bleeding hearts and a hell of a lot of guilt and remorse trailing in his wake.
...Only encased in something a little rougher around the edges. Maybe it was the circumstances of the regeneration, or maybe he was just ready to shake into something fresh. He's smug, grumpy, ruder than he ought to be and not a step closer to ginger despite it. His, ah, newly expanded vocabulary has even made River Song blush. He's working on reigning it in.
AT PRESENT he's newly regenerated and his head feels like an over-filled washer-dryer. At best he's erratic, at worst he's forgotten where he is, who you are, and what in the fuckbiscuit he's supposed to be doing at any given moment.
Appearance: Tightly-curled silver hair, a face that wears at least some of his age, and bony everything. Bony cheeks, knuckles that could cut glass before glass even has a chance to cut him, elbows and knees he's liable to put his own eye out with.
His taste in clothing is about as eccentric as ever. He likes t-shirts of varying oddities, generally with colorful graphic designs, paired with any sort of trouser that comes in plaid. Over this ensemble he'll chuck a simple black overcoat that hits about mid-thigh on him... Somewhere halfway between long-hero-coat and something that would actually make fashion sense.
He has regained his penchant for scarves... though they're less formidable than A Certain Scarf. The colors and patterns are usually vivid and rarely match much else. His favorite is a bright orange paisley number, if that gives you any indication of where he stands on that front.
All in all it's a little punk-rock meets your-granddad-went-AWOL-at-the-thrift-store.
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Age: Like he remembers. 1,000-something, yeah?
Personality: Same as ever -ish. Enthusiastic, curious, protective, ever the wanderer, storyteller, warrior and physician—all rolled into one vessel with two big, bleeding hearts and a hell of a lot of guilt and remorse trailing in his wake.
...Only encased in something a little rougher around the edges. Maybe it was the circumstances of the regeneration, or maybe he was just ready to shake into something fresh. He's smug, grumpy, ruder than he ought to be and not a step closer to ginger despite it. His, ah, newly expanded vocabulary has even made River Song blush. He's working on reigning it in.
AT PRESENT he's newly regenerated and his head feels like an over-filled washer-dryer. At best he's erratic, at worst he's forgotten where he is, who you are, and what in the fuckbiscuit he's supposed to be doing at any given moment.
Appearance: Tightly-curled silver hair, a face that wears at least some of his age, and bony everything. Bony cheeks, knuckles that could cut glass before glass even has a chance to cut him, elbows and knees he's liable to put his own eye out with.
His taste in clothing is about as eccentric as ever. He likes t-shirts of varying oddities, generally with colorful graphic designs, paired with any sort of trouser that comes in plaid. Over this ensemble he'll chuck a simple black overcoat that hits about mid-thigh on him... Somewhere halfway between long-hero-coat and something that would actually make fashion sense.
He has regained his penchant for scarves... though they're less formidable than A Certain Scarf. The colors and patterns are usually vivid and rarely match much else. His favorite is a bright orange paisley number, if that gives you any indication of where he stands on that front.
All in all it's a little punk-rock meets your-granddad-went-AWOL-at-the-thrift-store.
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