The Doctor

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CHARACTER NAME: Eleventh Doctor
FANDOM: Doctor Who
CANON: Current, after Season 5 Episode 2
WHAT THEY LOST: His memories of how Ten died. He remembers everything up to the point where Wilfred starts knocking on the door to be let out.

PERSONALITY:
The Eleventh incarnation of the Doctor is a little bit genius, a little bit Peter Pan and very much a madman with a box. The Doctor is called the Oncoming Storm… he’s the eye of the hurricane. No longer worried about being the last of the Time Lords, he’s out to have fun and look fabulous while saving the world. He’s gotten past the angst and anger of his previous two incarnations and is quite happy traveling around the world and staying out of trouble… badly. He can still get angry when he needs to, but it’s really only when he’s put in a position he really doesn’t want to be in (i.e. having to kill something to save millions). When faced with the question of what happened to the rest of the Time Lords he looks at it the way it should be: as a bad memory. He doesn’t hide, he doesn’t dwell, he’s accepted that it’s happened and he’s moving on with his life.

Fresh from his stint as Ten, Eleven is got a new face and a new TARDIS and is anxious to break them both in. He’s also got a new quirk… cravings. The problem is, his cravings aren’t what one would call… normal. His first craving was satiated by eating fish fingers dipped in custard. He also reacts to food the way a child would. When he tastes something he doesn’t like, he promptly spits it out (or throws it out the door…). He’s now, apparently, in a “gimme” phase of his life. He doesn’t ask politely, or even just take things, he DEMANDS them in the childish way of “gimme gimme.” Overall, he’s got a very childlike demeanor in this regeneration. He’s goofy and playful and uses circular logic to his advantage. He can also be less than tactful at times, and absolutely oblivious about this fact.

He loves allowing regular humans to shine on their own, without much pushing on his part. He takes Amy and tells her to “look… really, look” and try to get her to piece some of the things together herself. He also left Jeff, a human he’d just met, to deal with a number of major people (i.e. NASA) because “it was [his] bedroom.” That’s one thing he’s thrilled about his newest companion, she’s thinking for herself, and acting on her own even when it might have gotten them killed. He’s also determined to fix this “growing up” thing she keeps talking about.

He doesn’t seem to be quite as fascinated with humans this time around. He still adores them, but it’s not the seemingly blind adoration he once had. He’s getting to the point where the things that they do are finally starting to get to him. The sun looks like it’s going out, everyone’s taking pictures with their phones and he makes a snide comment about how the world will end “through a video phone.” He sees a major atrocity being committed and he’s forced to choose between the destruction city and the life of a trapped alien. He tells Amy she’s “only human” like it’s an insult. For all the good humans do, there are so many terrible things being done as well. It’s getting more difficult to focus on the good.

THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
A Note: I wrote two samples, and decided that, instead of choosing between the two, I’d just submit the application with both. Hope that’s alright.

Sample 1:
“GERONIMOOOOOOOOO!!” His voice would have echoed around the control room, had it not been engulfed in flames and falling down around his ears. Had he time to reminisce, he might have been sad to see the coral theme go, but there was plenty of time to think about that when he wasn’t “CRASHING!”

He whizzed around the controls, twirling knobs and hitting bells, flipping switches and kicking… whatever that was. The TARDIS lurched abruptly and he was flung backwards, tumbling into the doors. His jacket caught on the phone when he stood up, pulling the doors open. Instead of fighting with the offending article of clothing, he simply slipped out of the sleeves and rushed back to the console, dodging debris as he went.

“No! Nononono, Hold together! You can do this!” He spun a dial and the TARDIS started listing to one side. “Whooooooaaaaaaa!” Holding on for dear life, he managed to reach the mallet that was hanging to his left. He unceremoniously pounded on the console until it righted itself. Standing up, he smiled, “now, that’s bet-AAAA!” His relief was interrupted by a sudden change in direction that sent him flying again. Next thing he knew, he was soaring out the open doors of his TARDIS. Thankfully, he managed to grab the door frame with one hand. Pulling his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket he pointed it at the console in an attempt to tilt the TARDIS the other way so he could drop back in… unfortunately, his aim wasn’t quite right (new arms…). The TARDIS jerked and he slid down the frame, thrusting the screwdriver between his teeth at the last minute so he could grab on with his other hand. This was going to be a bumpy ride and there wasn’t much he could do about it but hang on.

Sample 2:
“You’ve got ANOTHER craving?!”
“Yes! I’ve got another craving! Isn’t it marvelous?”
“No! The last time you had a craving, I ended up with yogurt on my floor and a plate stuck in a tree!”
“Well, you shouldn’t have been trying to poison me, then.”
“I wasn’t trying to poison you!”
“Ah, but how do you know?”
“What?”
“I could have been… I don’t know… allergic to something.”
“But you weren’t.”
“But how do you know?”
“12 YEARS!”
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”
“Nope.”
“Right then! Craving!”
“UGH!”
“Allons-y! No, no…” He made a face, moving his tongue around his mouth, “that’s not right. GERNOMINOOO!!!”

The TARDIS jerked and away they went! Eleven laughed like a giddy school boy as he raced around the controls, ringing bells, spinning knobs and typing a few words on the typewriter.

Amy just stood back and watched the madman work. Her thoughts were interrupted when the ship came to a sudden stop, throwing her back into the railing. “Are you sure you know how to drive this thing?”

“Positive! At least, I think I am… still working all that out, you know.”

Amy just shook her head and pushed off from the railing, “so, where are we?”

He stared at the screen, a big grin plastered on his face. “Haven’t the faintest idea!”

“What?! You landed us and you don’t even know where we are?!”

“That about sums it up, yeah.” Before she could protest, he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the door, throwing it open. “Welcome to…”

“London.” Amy was staring at Big Ben, unimpressed. “I thought you said this was a time machine.”

He picked up a newspaper and tossed it at her, “2013, three years in your future. Impressed?”

“Okay, I am a little… but you promised me something fantastic. I’m in London. I could go to London any time I want. What’s so great here?”

“Didn’t say great, said I had a craving, weren’t you listening?” He took off, obviously looking for something.

“Wh… where are you going?!” She threw the newspaper down and followed.

Eventually he found what he was looking for… a vendor selling ice cream. “Ah-ha! Ice cream, just what the doctor ordered! I know, because I’m him.” He shot Amy a cheeky grin.

“… Ice cream… you could have gotten that ANYWHERE!”

“Yeah, but I wanted it here.” He ordered two scoops, chocolate chip and blueberry. When it was in his hand he grinned and took a big lick… before cringing and spitting it out on the street. “BLECH!”

“What’s wrong with it?” Amy put her hands on her hips “is the ice cream man trying to poison you now?”

“No… it’s just… it’s missing something.” He frowned and looked around at the surrounding stores. “something… something… something…..” Suddenly, his eyes got wide and his grin returned. “Hold this!” He shoved the cone into Amy’s hands and ran into the grocery store.

“Bu… What?!” Amy stared at the storefront, contemplating throwing his ice cream away just to spite him.

He soon returned carrying a little bottle of brown liquid. He took the cone back and dumped some of the liquid on it before taking another lick. This time he looked like he was in heaven “ooohhh, that’s the stuff!”

“Well, what was it missing? That doesn’t look like chocolate sauce.”

He passed her the bottle and started walking back towards the TARDIS, enjoying his treat.

She read the label and felt like she was going to be sick. “SOY SAUCE?!?!”

FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
[The journal is blown open by a gust of wind and starts picking up a very distinct whirring noise. Moments later, after the whirring stops, there’s the sound of a door creaking]

…knooow this wasn’t where I said we were going! I just want to take a peek and see where we… ended up… [footsteps] A castle? Amy? Oh come on, you have to see this! [pause] Amy? [more footsteps] Bloody hell, where did she get off to?