" THE 11TH DOCTOR " — time lord, chaotic good » matt smith » taken
The Doctor is the man who runs, in every way. His energy keeps him going, his humour keeps him cheery, and his long limbs help him stay away from things he finds difficult to cope with. He has trouble with goodbyes, with endings, with mortality, and repeats, and with failure. Time is something he wishes he could command, and though he may be able to circumvent conventional rules and understanding, he can't stop it altogether.
He is an engaging, charming man, who smiles with the face of child, and cries with the burdens of a very old man. Though these could be seen as contradictory, or as one being a mask for the other, they truly aren't. The Doctor is genuine in everything he does, even in the lies he tells and the deceits he weaves. He has lived far too long to try to fight himself now. He knows who he is, and while it may terrify him, he's not running from himself anymore, and that is something.
He is trying to, for the first time in a long time, make something good for himself in the world. He's spent a lot of time mourning and snarking and complaining, and though he's certainly not swearing off anything at this point, he thinks he's owed some unadulterated fun. So maybe it seems childish to lay such importance on particulars of appearance and haberdashery, or to spend time playing on slides, swings, and merry-go-rounds, but who cares? If it's fun or exciting, he's likely to be there, though trouble isn't often too many steps behind.
He has a pathological hatred of boredom, a complete inability to be at rest. In his heart of hearts, he'll always be the boy who prefered to stay in and invent a new kind of screwdriver. The Doctor is an inventor of things both invaluable and literally without value, and he has just as much fun with either. And of course, he is not without his faults, both large and small. He can be capricious and arrogant, but he does try his best. The Doctor is a good man. Not a hero, not a predator, nor a soldier or a killer, but a good man –– and most importantly, a very daft man with a very strange box.
The Doctor was born one of forty-five cousins made on the Loom of the House of Lungbarrow on Gallifrey over 900 years ago. After leaving his home in a “borrowed” Type 40 TARDIS, he travelled for some time before he found that he had a great deal of fondness for Earth, and its inhabitants. Even before he was made homeless by the Last Great Time War, he spent a good deal more time on Earth than on his homeworld. During his time there, he studied medicine in the 19th century, and later on came to hold Doctorates in both medicine and cheese-making.
The Doctor was always the man who never interfered, unless he knew there were children crying. From the time he left Gallifrey, he fought against evil and injustice, flagrantly breaking the Time Lords’ non-interference policy. Though he never intended to end up engaged in conflict, he had a bad habit of finding trouble, and a habit of trying to solve problems. The Doctor, even back then, couldn’t stand to leave worlds in peril. He was called to account for his crimes against the Time Lords during his second regeneration, and he was punished with forced regeneration, exile to Earth in the 20th century, and the loss of his knowledge about how to control the TARDIS, which was restored to him later.
During the Last Great Time War between the Time Lords and the Daleks, he was the one who was finally able to bring the war to an end. By sealing the War away in a time lock, he was able to cause the Daleks to become nearly extinct, but at the cost of displacing and losing Gallifrey. The time lock made it impossible to reach Gallifrey, and the planet disappeared, with many people believing it to be destroyed. The Doctor left for Earth, knowing that even if he could find a way back, saving his people would have grave consequences.
He felt that he was responsible for the death of the Time Lords, and the destruction of his home planet. Even if it had been the best possible action, it wasn’t one he was able to reconcile within himself fully. The Doctor spent a lot of time on Earth being closed off, sometimes even cruel, and slowly, slowly allowed himself to move on in his life, and to begin to forgive himself. By the time he'd reached his Eleventh regeneration, he had been able to leave behind some of the scars he carried from the Time War in the past. He gained a younger face, and to go with it, a youthful enthusiasm for adventure.
This time, he’d come back as an energetic and usually positive man, a man who wanted, more than anything, to have everybody just live. He was a cunning schemer, able to create and execute temporally complex plans to achieve victory. However, due to the loses he’d suffered, he was also more demandingly protective of his companions and friends. Peace and justice were the things he strived for now. Well, peace, justice, and perhaps a nice helping of fish fingers and custard.
though the doctor has confessed to being any age from 903 to 2100, he also doesn't always measure 'years' the same way. also, he lies.
he has a real thing for hats. if he can find a hat, he's likely to put it on and love it.
the doctor tends to call things cool, especially things that are usually deemed to be "uncool", like bowties, the fez, bunk beds, and the "drunk giraffe" dance. monks, however, are most certainly not cool.
This character is TAKEN and played by ZOEY.
