Doctor Who: Children of Time [Started/Allways Accepting/PG-13]

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[align=center]Doctor Who -The Children of Time-

 

[spoiler= Plotline (Contains Spoilers from the end of time part 2)]

 

"Can't You hear it Doctor; The Drums, The Never Ending drums!" Quoted as from The Master.

 

The Time Lords; Legends across the Stars. They did exist and still today. Traped inside there very thing that gave them there Namesake. Time; Trapped for eternety within a War that will never end. But as they waged on; They Plotted a way to escape. They Manulpated a Simple beat through time into one of there own; One that Escaped.

 

He Fell for there Trap; The master Opened up a Link....And they Arrived. But, One More Arrived. The Doctor came and Stoped them; But...The Drumbeat never Stopped. That single 4 Beat sound; It still echoed the Time Vortex and through the Time Lock.

 

It Cracked. A Loophole was Found; And a Groop of Young Time lords Escaped the War.

 

But...This loophole, Came at a Cost. The Pathway was the Untemempered Schism. It was used by the Time Lords in an initiation ceremony for young initiates into the Time Lord Academy. The Gallifreyan children subjected to its terrifying effects would react differently; The doctor states Himself:

 

"Some would be inspired, some would run away, and some would go mad."

 

They Saw into time Itself; And some went Renegade. They Beleved the Universe Condemed there People and They Lusted for Revenge, For the time lords, for Galafrey and for themselves. They Went there Seprepert Ways; Wandering through space and time.

 

Now; The Renergade Time Lords Plan there Revenges. All alone. The Battle through Space and Time begins.

 

 

[spoiler= Short Expernation]

You Play as A Time Lord; A Time lord that escapped the time lock and the time war. You can Play as one of the Insane Time lords that want to Have Revenge on the Universe Like the Master or as a time lord who Wants to Protect the Universe like the Doctor. You have along the way; One TARDIS which you can use to Traval trough space and time And a Small Handheld Device which you can use as a weapon or a Device to aid you. You will face Many Dangers; Make the Hardest Choices and ultimaly deside the fate of the Universe...

 

 

[spoiler=Rules]

 

1. Normal Fourm Rules Apply

2. No Interacting with the Offical Shows Characters. Otherwise a Bad Fan-fiction will happen.

3. No Going Back in time into your Timeline. You have to Stay Revlent to your Timeline Nexus...

4. You get 12 Regenerations; When you Regenerate you have to post a new picture. After 12 your dead and finished. You can die though before that by Being Drowned, Being shot or stabbed in both hearts or Heart Attack.

5. You may have a companion; But they dont last forever. ^.-

6. Two RP'ERS Must agree if one of them is going to regenerate via anothers interaction.

7. One Character per RP'ER. Otherwise it gets confusing.

8. NO GODMODDING MORTALS!

 

 

[spoiler=Appication Form]

 

(Remove Everything in Brackets)

 

Time Lord Alais (example: The Doctor):

Age (Between 18 and 100; your Still considdered a teen in time lord years):

Renegade? (Are you Evil?):

Have you Regenerated before and if so; How many times:

1th Apperence (Place in a Spoiler):

Handheld Device (Example: Sonic Spanner):

Bio (4+ Sentences):

What is rule 6? (Just to make sure you read the rules):

 

 

[spoiler= My App]

Time Lord Alais: The Wandering

Age: 25

Renegade?: Yes

Have you Regenerated before and if so; How many times: None

1th Apperence:

[spoiler=Apperence]

 

Handheld Device: 6-Shot Revolver

Bio:

Wandering was born in the Middle of the Time war; when Gallefrey was being Attacked by a Fleet of Darlek Warship. His Mother died soon after and his Father was fighting on the front line; So he was Orphaned. Soon; the Grand Counsil pepreared the orphans that included Wandering to Fight in the Great Time war. This caused him to become seperated from the other students as he felt it was his duty and trained to his limits. Though when he escaped with the others; he saw the Untemempered Schism and Started to hear the echo of the drum in his head. The drums Made him more Serious and then at other times regressing to an almost childlike state of spitefulness and obliviousness.

 

 

 

[spoiler=Time Lords]

The Wandering

Incardnation NO. 1

Renegade: Yes.

 

The Author

Apperence:

Tall, 6'5-man with shiny black hair combed backward and slightly gelled, pulled over his forehead and running down a little past his shoulders, occasionally put in a pony-tail. Has pallid, blanched skin and a slightly pinched-looking face, with round brown eyes that are as calculating as a hawk, and a small black mustache, kept well-groomed and intrusivene. Has a clean-shaven chin, bright white teeth and a longer neck.

He wears a black frock coat with an unblossomed white flower of Galifreyan heritage clipped to his lapel, shiny black stylish shoes, and tough-seeming dress pants. wears a white Cravat around his neck, and a plain white shirt beneath his coat.

Regeneration NO. 2

Renegade?: No, but nor does he have a great desire to save people.

 

The Prophet

Regeneration NO. 1

Renegade: No

 

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[Hydra of Ages]

Simply because I'm a lover of Doctor Who-

 

[spoiler=Application]

Time Lord Alais: The Author

Age: 97

Renegade?: No, but nor does he have a great desire to save people.

Regenerations: One previously.

[spoiler=1st Appearance:]

Tall, 6'5-man with shiny black hair combed backward and slightly gelled, pulled over his forehead and running down a little past his shoulders, occasionally put in a pony-tail. Has pallid, blanched skin and a slightly pinched-looking face, with round brown eyes that are as calculating as a hawk, and a small black mustache, kept well-groomed and intrusivene. Has a clean-shaven chin, bright white teeth and a longer neck.

He wears a black frock coat with an unblossomed white flower of Galifreyan heritage clipped to his lapel, shiny black stylish shoes, and tough-seeming dress pants. wears a white Cravat around his neck, and a plain white shirt beneath his coat.

 

 

Handheld Device: Quill Omniknife- a small device that seems at first to be a ballpoint pen disguised as a small black Victorian-Era writing Quill, actually hiding a variety of SwissArmyknife-esc features, including a Lockpick that can break almost all non-modern locks in a couple twitches, a miniature digital laser-based device that can hack into almost all lesser computers and electronic locks quickly, a fuelless lighter, a musical tuning fork {Which also picks up Electromagnetic and Radio signals}, a syringe containing a vaccination for nearly every major virus on the majority of populated planets until the 32nd century, a small hacksaw, plasma-based shield generator operational for fifteen minutes without recharge, a dispenser for Spideriron Silk {thin as a thread but strong as steel}, a glass-cutter and a normal switchblade.

Bio: Author stared into the face of Space and Time and was not turned mad, scared or inspired, but intrigued. Author devoted his life to understanding and encompassing all of everything, into a single mote of knowledge; simply put, he seeks not the meaning of life, but the meaning of everything that ever and will ever exist. He ponders whether his answer will be complicated, or simple; will it be a book containing all that there is to know about anything, an Akashic Record? Or is it a single sentence containing profound wisdom? A single word? Maybe it's a person. Or a planet. Or a Galaxy. Perhaps everything in existence is the only thing that accurately describes everything in existence. Whatever it may be, Author intends to find out, experiencing and seeing as much of everything as he possibly can.

Author stole a TARDIS not long after he stared into the Untempered Schism, and began his journey long ago. He knows that at one time, he died and regenerated but for the life of him, cannot remember when that was, why it happened, or what he was like before his regeneration. Though he has memories from that time, none of them show what he looked or acted like then.

What is rule 6?: Two roleplayers must be in agreeance before one is killed and regenerated by the actions of another.

 

 

[Cozmosus]

Time Lord Alais: The Observer

Age: 600

Renegade?: no

Have you Regenerated before and if so; How many times: Yes, 5

1th Apperence:[spoiler=Appearance]It is unknown, he wears a mask over his face. He wears a black trenchcoat, a grey buisness suit, and a hat.

 

Handheld Device: A bag of coins. Each coin transforms into many small devices such as a Lockpick, Micro camera, Explosives, lazer, etc.

Bio: His past is unknown. He lost all his memories long ago. He travells in sarch of lost memories, remembering with each new place and time.

What is rule 6?: 2 people have to agree before someone dies and regenerates

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Blazinghydra your Accepted.

 

Ycmaker#2 your rejected. Your Character is Too old and the Bio is too short.

[Magnet Soldier]

Love doctor who. Big big fan. Last david tennant episode, Awesome.

 

[spoiler=my app]Time Lord Alais: The prophet

Age : 56

Renegade? : NO

Have you Regenerated before and if so; How many times: No

[spoiler=1th Apperence:] http://media.photobucket.com/image/anime%20boy%20with%20gold%20eyes/BlackRoseMii/Anime%20images/Anime%20Boys/anime_boy.jpg

 

Handheld Device: Sonic glove. Has the same aspects as the sonic screwdriver(yes it can be used as a screwdriver like the sonic screwdriver).

Bio: Born off galifrey. He was born on earth but was raised on galifrey. Since it was his birth home he has a fasination with earth and will do whatever it takes to defend earth. He is much like the doctor except he is young and naive making him easily tricked. He likes to mess with his enemys head by making them think he'll do one thing when he does another. Also when some thing is about to happen to someone he tells them just before it happens meaning the poerson cant do anything.

What is rule 6?:Two RP'ERS Must agree if one of them is going to regenerate via anothers interaction.

 

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magnet soldier Your Accepted.

[Yu-gi-oh Dude]

Time Lord Alias (example: The Doctor):The Lost Shadow

Age (Between 18 and 100; your Still considdered a teen in time lord years):97

Renegade? (Are you Evil?):No

Have you Regenerated before and if so; How many times:Not yet

1th Apperence (Place in a Spoiler): Has black hair and glasses instead.

Handheld Device (Example: Sonic Spanner):Sonic Torch

Bio (4+ Sentences):The Lost Shadow(or just Shadow as close people call him) was abandoned at birth on the Fraxxus Nebula. He was adopted by a Time Lord family, 106 years before the Time War. He died in battle, but was given life by his adopted father who died after doing it. He knew that he should be a Time Lord after witnessing the torture of the Time War. He got a TARDIS, disguised as a Phone Box. It has transcendental dimensions, a control pod as well as other items including a cup holder.

What is rule 6? (Just to make sure you read the rules):Two RP'ERS Must agree if one of them is going to regenerate via anothers interaction.

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OOC: Accepted; but i asked to have the picture in a spoiler but never mind...Anywho, Lets start.

 

Over London; Somthing was Burning up across the sky. The Humans below as the Mysterious object was heading to a Counsil Estate in Chiswick. What was Falling; Strangly was looking like a Police box...

 

Inside; it was MUCH bigger. It looked ailen; It was. In the Middle of the room was a hexagon shaped control pannle, covered with switches and dials. Above that was a Green glowing tube which had smaller ones inside moving. Then theres the Piolt; a Black haired teen with a black trenchcoat, T-shirt, Jeens and Trainers which was running around flipping switches and looking at dials. One of the Pannals began to spark and smoke, Which then he did not like.

 

"Behave Dammit!" He Shouted; Kneeing the Controls. It Hurt. He Lifted his leg and started to hop around in pain. Suddenly the Room Violenty Slanted backwords and Fell off to the back of the room; Banging his head along a railing and knocking him out. Outside the Box had hit Ground and had left a small crater around it.

[Yu-gi-oh Dude]

Inside, contained the most wonderful beings ever imagined. The Time Lords. Shadow was one of these Time Lords. They could bring themselves back to life. They could regenerate. But the funniest thing was that although they looked like teenagers, they were at least 100. His faulty TARDIS(Time And Relative Dimension In Space) was playing up, hovering somewhere between World War III and the Roswell crash site. "Land!" Shadow said impatiently. The TARDIS almost seemed to hear the commands of its master. It crash-landed in a place unknown. That place was Chiswick, London...

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"Urrrrrggg....I think i did a Backkflip That time" The Piolt Moaned as he Started to recover from his fall. After Scrapeing of some Sheet metal off himself; He gets up and Rubs his head. His Waistcoat was Ripped and he is head was pounding.

 

"Yes, Im sure i did a Backflip that time..." he Looked slighty grouchy and yet Ammused at the same time; Well until he saw the state of his TARDIS. The Panaling was Dented and ripped open, Two of the Control Panals were Dammaged with smashed glass and broken controls and Overhead Cables and pipes were Ripped open. He though was releaved he saw the Central Tube intact.

 

"And now it Looks like im going to Redecorate now...Great." He Moaned; Running over to the doors. After unlocking them with his key, he sticks his head out before stepping outside. Outside it was a Cloudy, Gloomy Counsil Estate in Chiswick.

 

"Chiswick, in all the Places i have to crash its Chiswick!" He Screemed in his Head.

[Hydra of Ages]

The Author sipped tea quietly in the kitchen. It was rather well decorated, if small; maybe it would be more proper to call it a 'kitchenette'. Either way, it made good tea, and the modern look, combined with plenty of well-watered and exotic plants that lended both a lush green and a touch of color to the otherwise clean and simple decor was surprisingly effective.

 

He sat up from his chair, groaning as he felt small pops in the bones of his shoulders and his back. He took a leisurely stroll over to the living room a few steps away from the kitchenette; it looked fairly ordinary, with several couches arranged in a fairly large rectangular room. At one end with a blacked-out Television and on a stool next to it, Radio Set, both of them programmed and tweaked to pick up the transmitions of nearly any given time-period on Earth or any Earth-Seeded planets. Even so, the centerpiece of the room was a depression in the floor, a small square made of smooth silvery metal. Upon that square was a base made of larger, maybe some sort of hybrid between Iron and silver, wrought into a large ring. Above this ring was another ring, slightly smaller and sitting just within the circumference of the previous, and above that was yet another, so on and so forth, until the final ring was only a palm's width in diameter. In this final ring was set a circular block, almost a platform, where a tiny diamond was set into the middle; Above it, floating, with a luscious translucent sphere that glowed a little. It radiated only a slight amount of perceivable light, and had a slight bubble-like contour in it. Despite floating in the air with nothing apparently holding it up, it looked surprisingly fragile.

 

The Author strolled over to the device, and flicked open a hidden compartment in one of the rings, before proceeding to do the same for other rings, hitting previously hidden switches and buttons. The sphere appeared to roll in the air, gradually glowing brighter as it spun. A loud chiming noise filled the air, along with a mechanical throb of power.

 

The Author then walked back to his table to retrieve his cup of tea, sipping as his TARDIS began to appear at the preset destination.

[Magnet Soldier]

The prophet looked around. It was the end of the twentyeth century and The dawning of an new era in Human technology. Of course compared to the timelords the human technology was like a slingshot next to a AK-47, The slingshot being human and the AK-47 being Time lord. This time he had came to earth because of a Judoon signal, the strange thing was he couldn't tell what the signal was about. Kris popped on his Sonic glove as his tardis materialized.

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The Piolt of the Crashed TARDIS Returned to his Control room, Flicking some Random Controls which he discovered were now dead. He Wandered around to a Computer screen, Which showed Alien Symbols. They Looked like Spirographs With parts missing.

 

"Shielding Down, Chameleon circuit down, TARDIS comparator Down..." He moaned; Pushing the Screen around and Grabbing a hooked Wire, Pulling up a Bit of Flooring. Throwing the hooks to one side; he lifts up some Welding Equipment and a Tool box. Also there was some Strange circuitry and tubing. He takes a Welding mask and puts it on, lighting the Welder and with it walk over to the Broken Panaling.

[Yu-gi-oh Dude]

"Where is this land? Seems awfully mysterious to me..." Shadow said, walking out onto the hole the TARDIS made in the ground. "Wasn't me" Shadow said, walking away. Meanwhile, in an underground laboratory, the Yulems were preparing their assault on the Earth. "Greeb?" said one Yulem. "Yes, Rexem?" said the other. "Prepare the psychic extrapolator! It is time!" Rexem bellowed, unknown to the earthlings above...

[Magnet Soldier]

"Now, time to explore." The prophet said as he opened the tardis door. It was disguised as a minivan. "Great, It looks humiliating." The Prophet sighed. He wished he had control over the Chameleon circuit. He'd probably just keep it as something similar to the Doctors tardis, Perhaps a phone box? He locked his Tardis door and walked off. Something had dragged him here. He looked around and everything seemed normal. "So It's 1995. Nice year, nothing exciting. You there." He shouted to a child on the street, "Whats the date today?" "Huh? What do you mean? Are you crazy? It's the thirteenth of january." The kid replied, running off. "Hmph, kids." The prophet said. "Now what was this disturbance? Some Autons? Cybermen? Hopefully it isn't a Dalek. Maybe a Vinvocci, always wanted to meet one. 'The cactus people ' Eh." He walked off down a random street towards the town centre he presumed. I wondor what could worry a Judoon that much? He thought.

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"There We go..." he had now finished repairs on his TARDIS. The Pannaling around the walls had been welded togever and replaced. The control consol had been fixed with spare pannals in the attic and the overhead mercury tubing was fixed. The only thing he caoudent fix was the cammilion circuit; which was kaput years ago. He removed his Welding mask and went outside. Locking his TARDIS he walks off; Taking somthing from his pocket. It was a Cynlinder made of a Strange orange metal with black orbs attached to it.

 

"Hope the Juddon Dont find me here.." he thought, Placeing the cynlinder back into his pocket and walking to the main road. Across it was a Small Football pitch and more council estates.

 

"Kid, What date is it?" He shouts across to a 10-year old with a hoodie and trackkies on.

 

"13 Of January, 1995 Mate! You get Drunk last night or somthing?" He questioned with a strong asccent. Oh i diddent tell you the piolts name; His name is Wandering. Wandering though just ingored the boy and walked along in the direction to the Nearest Shops.

[Magnet Soldier]

The prophet walked about in the town which he discovered was Bradford in england, looking for the Judoon. He heard screaming ahead and ran to see what the problem was, but it was just a man with a gun. The prophet used his Sonic glove to disable the gun. It made a familiar buzzing sound for a bit then The prophet walked of and the sound faded. "Now, where is that Judoon?" He said, walking further in town. He walked past an old factory and heard a laser fire. "There he is!" The prophet exclaimed, opening the gate and running through.

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Chiswick Was quite Boring for the Wandering. He had Seen so many Cafes that he wandered if the town only spoke french. As he passed along a Eletronics shop, the Screens turned over as a Breaking news broadcast was starting. Wandering stopped and watched.

 

"This is Kate Silverting with Breaking news; UNIT Forses have Surrounded a Abadoned Factory in Bradford After Reports of Blasts in the area and Sightings of; And i quote "Rhinos in Space Suits which talk...". Officals are Saying to stay away from the area." As Kate was finishing. he saw somthing Pass trough the gate; A Teen With Slighty blue-purpleish Hair.

 

"What the...No...It can't Be!" he was Surprised, He knew that person. He rushed back to the TARDIS, Quickly opened the door and slamed it shut. Quickly he Started up the Time Axis and soon the Ship faded from Visabitly.

 

"I hope its the right guy...." he hoped; Setting his course To Bradford.

[Magnet Soldier]

The prophet noticed mobilised UNIT forces surrounding the factory and a camera crew. The camera crew caught him on their camera, but only for a second as he dived behind the factory wall. "Please let there be a back door. I love back doors and I don't have my TARDIS." He whispered. He heard a familiar whirring sound. A TARDIS. God, I thought I was one of the last Time lords. Please let him be sane. Kris thought, smiling. He ran to the source of the sound which was round the back of the building and waited for the Time lord to come out.

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Wandering's TARDIS materialised just beind the Factory. He Looked at the screen and flicked a switch; Showing the Outside. He smirked. He knew who was out there and he was right. He slid his hand into his inside pocket and He pulled out a gun, A Six Shot revolver he had got when he landed in the 1800's. He slid it back and walked over to the door. he did not open it.

 

"The Last time i saw you was at the Calstrain Nebula, During the Vinvochi Civil war..." he tolded.

[Magnet Soldier]

"What, It's you. Cant be. Everyone there died. The vinvocci ship exploded. It was a barren wasteland when I got back. How did you survive?" The prophet asked. He stepped back a little remembering the wanderer had that revolver. Well, at least he cant shoot me. I'd just disable the gun. He thought, readying the glove inconspicuously. "Come on out then."

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The Doors opened, Wandering was there. He looked serious, He steped out of the TARDIS And Clicked his fingers. The doors slammed shut and locked by itself. He grabbed his Gun and aimed at Prophet; He knew why.

 

"You left me for Dead on that Ship; Burning up over Catarosus." he Pressed the Trigger slighty to antagonise prophet. His red eyes showed it all though, he wanted to fire..but somthing was stopping him.

[Magnet Soldier]

"I didn't leave you for dead and you know that. My TARDIS was there but on the other side of a burning fuel pipe and you saw that. And as soon as I left, the ship exploded meaning I could do nothing. You know the rules. I wasn't allowed." The Prophet said, readying his hand. He saw The wanderings hand almost pull the trigger on the revolver. The Prophet lifted his hand and the buzzing sound arrived again. "Try and fire your gun, it's useless now. Please, just listen. It wasn't my fault." The prophet said.

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OOC: I'm leaving in minute And I got school tomorrow so see ya some time after three oclock tomorrow afternoon.

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He Attempted to fire; It did not. Wandering bluffed; his gun was not even loaded. Still looking like he wanted to rip apart Prophet; He placed the gun back into its pocket.

 

"I only surived because Of shear Luck. The Ship malfunctioned and teleported me to the TARDIS. Even so, you still left me to die." He Was enraged now, thinking about his near death experence becaue of Prophets Actions.

 

"But....That was in the Past. Why are you here now..." He questioned.

[Hydra of Ages]

The Author yawned a little as he poured himself a thermos of tea for the road, and walked briskly out the ornate door of his TARDIS. The spherical centroid was spinning gently in place, now glowing a pleasent yellow.

 

The Author shielded his eyes from the brightness outside, turned around and locked the door of his ship. The Chameleon Circuit had apparently decided on a phone booth for this trip, with an 'Out of Order' sign helpfully placed underneath the false payphone.

 

He nodded after locking up with his key and strolled off onto the sunny streets of London.