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  <description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Name:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The Doctor. Just the Doctor. All those inquiring further, please and kindly fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Age:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Like he remembers. 1,000-something, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Personality:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...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&apos;s smug, grumpy, ruder than he ought to be and not a step closer to ginger despite it. His, ah, &lt;i&gt;newly expanded&lt;/i&gt; vocabulary has even made River Song blush. He&apos;s working on reigning it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT PRESENT he&apos;s newly regenerated and his head feels like an over-filled washer-dryer. At best he&apos;s erratic, at worst he&apos;s forgotten where he is, who you are, and what in the fuckbiscuit he&apos;s supposed to be doing at any given moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Appearance:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 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&apos;s liable to put his own eye out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&apos;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has regained his penchant for scarves... though they&apos;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it&apos;s a little punk-rock meets your-granddad-went-AWOL-at-the-thrift-store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ profile a work in progress ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=regeneriot&amp;ditemid=402&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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