The Doctor

There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, where the sea's asleep and the rivers dream, people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice and somewhere else the tea is getting cold. It's like when you're a kid, the first time they tell you that the world's turning and you can't quite believe it because everything looks like it's standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go... That's who I am. I am The Doctor. I was born under the sign of crossed computers as one of forty-five cousins of the Looms of House Lungbarrow in the Prydonian Chapter on planet Gallifrey in the contellation of Kasterborous. I was raised on the side of Mount Lung, overlooking the Cadonflood river, two days from Rassilon's Rampart, where I spent many an afternoon learning from an old Hermit who taught me to see beauty in a single daisy, and warned me of frightening monsters, like the Fendahl and Zagreus, and told of an Age of Vampires. I studied at the Prydon Academy under Borusa, and worked as a Scrutionary Archivist in the Prydonian Chapterhouse Bureau of Possible Events, but I grew tired of perpituity, and decided I wanted more. Oh, so much more. Though I was once President of the High Council on Gallifrey, I left my people to explore Time and Space, to discover new worlds, new Peoples, and right injustices. Alright, so I stole a TARDIS, an acronym for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, a sort of transdimensionally engineered time machine that got stuck in the shape of a 1950's British Police Box when the chamelion circuit went defunct, but nobody's perfect, eh? MyGen Profile Generator