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[spoiler=Prologue]“Aww, come on! Stupid bloody machine!” A light, Yorkshire accented voice cried out, amidst the spluttering and groaning of old engines. “What the hell are you doing?! You’re supposed to be a work of genius!” It questioned, a load thwack of metal on metal following soon after.

“What have you done now, eh? Gone and broken something again?” A second voice chimed in from above, less light-hearted sounding than the first, though he seemed to be making a joke.

A large plume of smoke erupted from underneath the floor of the Tardis, billowing out of a small hole in the ground. The sound of coughing soon followed, accompanied by a man in his early twenties, wearing a thin jacket over a t-shirt and jeans. His youthful face wore a thin smile as he jumped up out of the hole and kicked the metal covering back into place. He chuckled for a moment before planting his hands on his knees and bending over.

After a few moments of coughing, he started to dust the smoke from his clothes, lifting his head up to look at his friend.
“Just tinkering, trying to improve this hunk o’ junk.” He explained, smiling nervously, as if trying to make up excuses. “I never liked these Type 50s. Too delicate and unreliable. No room for changes, either.”
He smiled and started rubbing the back of his right hand against his opposite cheek so as to remove some of the grime. “The Type 40s were better. Not as advanced, but you had room to manoeuvre in the edits.” He muttered as he moved away from the covering.

The other man merely sighed and turned back to the console, flicking a small switch on his panel before moving to another button, all the while keeping one eye on a small screen above his head. "You got every thing sorted down there then? We need enough power to break through the schism." The Second man stated firmly, apparently the more leader-like of the duo.

"What did you think I was doing down there Wandering, havin' a Barbeque?” The Prophet replied; shaking his head in a jokingly condescending way; before straightening himself up. He pulled out a set of thin glasses and moved over to his own console, focussing on a small assortment of dials and levers in his own section of the Tardis console. "I'm just signalling the other four now." Prophet added, pulling a key board out of the console in front of him....

...The console of a Tardis preparing to fly directly through the Untempered Schism. A Tardis preparing to leave Gallifrey before the Moment was used. A Tardis stolen by 6 of the most intelligent Time Lords of their chapter; a group with the purpose of leaving the fires of Gallifrey behind them. But in front of them lay the whole universe; a universe rattled by the extreme actions of the Doctor and a Universe waiting to be explored.

6 Time Lords.

1 Tardis.

And a whole lot of running to do. [/spoiler]

[spoiler=Plot]The Last Great Time War draws closer and closer to the last day, where The Eighth Doctor prepares the Moment against both the Daleks and the Time Lords. Since the Time Lock was instated by The Nightmare Child, the Time Lords were unable to travel back or forwards in time to save their warriors from extermination. Rassilon, President of the Time Lords, demanded that more troops be conscripted to compensate there losses. The War Council had only one viable option; conscript the students in the Time Lord Academy, turning the place into a military school. The act was passed, despite protests from many of the chapters of Gallifrey.

The Academy, once famed for being the greatest learning institute in the universe, has been turned into a hostile sanctum of war, where young Gallifreyans were trained in the strict ways of lethal combat. With the war intensifying, the boundary's of decency and moral standings within the Academy have collapsed, following the appointment of a new Chancellor of the Academy; Draxil. With no remorse, he leads brutal and long training routines which have broken the spirits and bodies of many students, even to the point of regeneration.

Tension has grown between the army and the students; eventually with a few taking action. Including you. You saw that if you remained, you would die in the Academy, or out on the battlefield. You and your fellow rebels become Renegade Time Lords, throwing your former identities away and assuming new personas. The plan: to escape the war by escaping the Time Lock with the only possible way; piloting a TARDIS though the dangerous Untempered Schism. After months of planning, avoiding Draxil's spies and hard work, tonight will be the night where you and your fellow Renegades will attempt to escape the dammed war. As you pack your belongings and say your goodbyes in the middle of the night, you wonder what awaits you up there; in the almighty universe.[/spoiler]

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The Stolen Tardis is one of the few Type 50s left, a relic by most Galifreyan standards. The outer shell of this particular Tardis is seemingly stuck in the appearance of a tall orange box with a plain door on one side, distinguished only by a keyhole and doorknob; the Chameleon Circuit having malfunctioned, though the perception filter is still functional. The prophet is still working on fixing it, but seems to be having difficulty.

The 6 sections of the Tardis main-Console have different purposes to suit its users: One Being fit with Navigation equipment, Prophet’s section controlling anything to do with the mechanics of the ship, such as the power outlets and such, one with flight controls and such for the pilot, and such.

The Roles aboard the Tardis include the Engineer, the Pilot, the Captain, the Data-Gatherer, the Medic and the Navigator. The Engineer for the Tardis is the Prophet, while the Captain is the Wandering.[/spoiler]

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[b]Alias: [/b][i](Some sort of Title, e.g. The Doctor, The Master.)[/i]

[b]Name:[/b] [i](Preferably English/Western names)[/i]

[b]Age:[/b] ([i]Time Lords live much longer than Humans, remember. Preferably under 200)[/i]

[b]Gender:[/b] [i](Obvious)[/i]

[b]Regenerations:[/b] [i](We expect you to be, at maximum, on your 3[sup]rd[/sup] regeneration (Died twice). You’re not going to be massively experienced or older people.)[/i]

[b]Appearance:[/b] [i](Pic with 1 paragraph description, or 2+ Paragraph Description. Describe Facial features, build, hair colour, eye colour, usual clothing, etc.)[/i]

[b]Personality:[/b] [i](2+ Paragraph description. How your character behaves around others, most notably the other timelords. This should include common quirks and what sets you apart from each of the others. Try not to be similar to any of the other time lords; we want very different character all around. Motives for escape would be good as well, and plans for the universe outside.)[/i]

[b]History:[/b] [i](2+ paragraph Description. Birth and Childhood, family life, School life, what you did during your time in the academy. Have you travelled to many places before? Any notable experiences, within the Academy or not? Reaction to the Untempered Schism?)[/i]

[b]Personal Item:[/b] [i](A single Item or Artefact that your character carries around with him. Name and use please, preferably about a paragraph, but not necessary. Sonic & Laser devices will be frowned upon.)[/i]

[b]Role aboard the Tardis:[/b] [i](Check Tardis Database. Briefly describe your Console within the Tardis, as well as your role.)[/i]

[b]RP Sample:[/b] [i](A few paragraphs (2-3+) detailing your escape from the Academy, and going towards the Tardis. Perhaps entering the Tardis and greeting Prophet and Wandering. The Tardis is in a field outside of the Academy, about a mile to the north.)[/i]

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[b]Regenerations:[/b]

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[b]Role Aboard the Tardis:[/b]

[b]RP Sample:[/b] [/code][/spoiler][/spoiler]

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[spoiler=DaWeirdGuy’s App] [b]Alias:[/b]The Prophet

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b] 123

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Regenerations:[/b] 2nd

[b]Appearance:[/b] The Prophet stands at an average height of 5’11, with a slim build that makes him seem taller than he actually is. He is rather lean, and he seems in good shape due to lots of running and such; though he appears rather meek at first glance. His pale skin seems rather ill-looking, but when he’s smiling it seems to glow with health.

His head is topped with a short crown of dark blonde hair in a scruffy mess; visible sideburns frame his face and stubble lines his chin. His sharp, green eyes betray a dark wisdom that is unusual for his youthful, young twenties face, a side-effect of being Gallifreyan during the time war. A smile is usually in display across his face, often displaying a straight set of white teeth.

He is generally seen wearing a Band T-shirt, usually a rock band from the 1980s to the 2000s. Over this is usually a black jacket, with pockets possessing similar ability to the Tardis itself, being bigger on the inside.
He also mostly wears pairs of light denim jeans with a comfortable fit with a pair of well-worn, black running shoes.

[b]Personality:[/b] The Prophet is a mostly carefree person, enjoying the travelling and learning that comes with being a time lord. He has long been tired of the strict upbringing associated with being a Gallifreyan, but he also has a certain cowardice about him that caused him to fear disobeying the system.

However, he is much the witty type, often making jokes in the most awkward of situations, and is quick to come back with a piece of wit when confronted, even if he wont physically attack. As such, he has often been named one of the jokesters of the Academy, and while not famed for actual aggressiveness, he was noted as infamous for his ability to poke fun at and annoy pretty much anyone he disagreed with, and was able to play with the minds of most people.

He was also noticed for his modesty when it came to intelligence. He was one of the, if not the, most intelligent young time lords of his chapter, more so than his friend and idol Wandering, and yet he would never mention anything about it, often downsizing his own intelligence while appraising that of his companions and friends, shouting ‘Genius’ at the most common of things.
Despite his slightly superior intelligence, he still admires the older Wandering for his lack of cowardice and views him like an older brother, obeying most of his commands. With the others, he's more relaxed and friendly, trying to start conversations with most anyone he meets.

[b]History:[/b] Prophet was not born to a prestigious family, nor was he born into anything out of the ordinary, asides from his role as a timelord. His father was a mere mechanic, fixing minor things within lesser technology, and his mother was unemployed, so as to take care of him for his first few years. Being an initially rather meek child, he needed quite a bit of care and attention, as he was rather small and weak.

However, this meekness did not come alone. Thankfully, he had been blessed with something to balance it out. An incredible intelligence surrounded him, and even at a young age he took an interest in the mechanics his father did, dreaming one day to work on Tardises and perhaps aid in producing more advanced ones.

At 8 years old, he was chosen to enter the Time Lord Academy, like every other Timelord. And he wasn't looking forward to it. His small size - already being half a foot short than every other Time lord there - left him rather nervous and scared, unable to defend himself if anything happened.
But his first experience of the Academy resulted in him avoiding all this. The Untempered Schism; to stare upon it was the first challenge a Gallifreyan faced if he entered the academy. Most were left running, some gained inspiration and aims, some were even driven mad by its power. But Prophet was none of these. He was probably the first of his kind - and undoubtably the last. [i]He approached it.[/i]

It was unbelievable. Approaching the untempered schism was like trying to walk through fire. But worse. And yet, that's what he did. Because he had not been Driven mad, nor was he inspired. He was merely curious. He didn't understand it, and neither did anyone else. And that he loved.

So word of him spread around. 'The guy who approached the Schism' was an impressive title, and in spite of his small size he was treated as a great person, helped on by his incredible intelligence. This eventually lead to his popularity rising within the school.

One of those that became his friends was a Timelord called Wandering, one a bit older than himself. This Wandering was brave, and something about him was terrifying. But this intrigued Prophet. He spent the next few years trying to communicate with him, spending long periods of time trying to earn the Wandering's attention and respect.

Being only boys, they were each rather reckless and though the Prophet was much the coward, he decided he'd try and show his worth by visiting a cave upon the side of Mount Calon, where a Toclafane was said to be hiding. Having no idea what a Toclafane looked like, he still decided to adventure up there, a few hours before Wandering also decided to climb the mountain.

Of course, the Toclafane were merely a legend, and the cave contained no such thing. But the outing allowed them to meet properly, and soon after they became very close friends, almost brotherly, and would mostly hang around the other in favour of anyone else. They didn't travel much during those days, but there was one outing that was exciting, and important. On an Outing to Clom, they encountered a rogue Dalek. Defending the Wandering, Prophet got himself shot by a Dalek laser, and while the Dalek was dealt with quickly by Clomidian Soldiers, Prophet was forced to regenerate; in Wandering's arms, no less.
His new body was good though. Asides from wasting a Regeneration, Prophet returned with a stronger body, and he was quite pleased that he had actually gone through with it. Not to mention he recieved the Tech Glove from a group of Humans around at the time as compensation for the 'death'.

The coming of Draxil was not a pleasant event. The war veteran completely overturned the school, changing it from a place of learning to a institution for the sole purpose of teaching murder, breeding the seed of war into the hearts of the youth. Regular exercise drills took place, assault courses of major difficulty were common and surprise 'attacks' by fake Daleks were not too unexpected. It was a terrible place to do, and the Last Great Time War was now seriously affecting the Timelord homeworld.

Wandering was the first to rebel, and as such, Prophet wasn't far behind. Mostly he would just irritate the teachers a lot, occasionally sabotaging 'lessons' with his original pieces of technology, but occasionally they would become more serious. It wasn't until Wandering was almost killed that they both decided to leave. They acquired their own Tardis; an Old Type 50, and spent a year repairing the Tardis, editing it to the point where not only was it flyable, but it would - hopefully - survive the onslaught of the Untempered Schism itself.

And the time came where they saw their chance. The Time war deep into its last few skirmishes - Davros' ship lost to the Nightmare child, and the Doctor preparing for the 'Moment' - they decided that it was now or never, and they are preparing to leave; the Prophet having signalled the 4 other rebels to join them as soon as is possible.

[b]Personal Item:[/b] A 5[sup]th[/sup] Generation Multipurpose Tech Glove; produced by the 3[sup]rd[/sup] Human Colony of Gliese 581g. The Tech Glove was initially designed as a Military weapon, as most technologies are, but by the coming of the 5[sup]th[/sup] generation Glove, they had fallen out of favour with; most soldiers preferred the traditional guns. Instead they became a popular tool for engineers and mechanics.

The initial tech glove had contained many weapons and tools for murder, but the more recent generations have discarded such things in favour of building tools, and as such the Glove is now more of a tool box than anything else; tools being materialised through the fingers.

Most orthodox tools are contained within, and many others are included, such as: A Welding torch, lengths of wire, communication devices and an information hologram, which acts similarly to the internet, except the information is pre-recorded.

The prophet’s own Tech glove has slight edits, the major two being the inclusion of a Tardis key - though it's mostly rendered useless by his ability to open the Tardis door with a click (due to an intimate knowledge of the Psychic network controls of the Tardis and its relations to the inhabitant) - and the ability to hack into computer's within close-proximity, making it great for sabotage.

[b]Role Aboard the Tardis:[/b] Tardis Mechanic/Engineer. In charge of maintaining the Tardis and of procuring tech when needed. His station has many screens attached to it, mostly detailing the Tardis mainframe and the condition of units within the Tardis. His station mostly operates on the mechanics inside the Tardis, and it usual use is to monitor and control power flow, as well as maintaining the Temporal energy that runs the tardis.
The Rest of the Tardis is also pretty much under his control, as his knowledge of the Tardis itself is the highest. As such, it will usually be him doing repairs and he has the Tardis itself mapped out, both in his mind and on a screen on his Station.

[spoiler=RP Sample]The second sun rose gloriously from the south, illuminating the burnt orange sky, rising for one of the last times it ever would on this glorious planet. The silver trees glistened in the morning sun, shining like fire as the light swept across the planes of the Continent of Wild Endeavour. From the windows of the Academy, one could see the glory of the citadel in full, it's bright walls dazzling to behold, surrounded by the Mountains of Solace and Solitude, their snow capped mountains beautiful in the sunlight.

Just a mere glance was enough to make the Prophet pause as he rushed around his room, pacing slowly towards the sheet glass window out at the golden summer day. The war was forgotten for a moment, and for a few seconds, a form of peace could be believed. The young timelord smiled sincerely as he gazed out upon the red fields of the region, taking in the last sight of his homeworld; an image he would remember for all of time.

The sense of peace was soon broken by the early morning round up calls; a military experience whereby the professors of the academy would wake the youngest of the Time lords and force them into exercises such as marching and shooting. Prophet refused to look at the sight and instead turned away, back to his mess of a room. He sighed and lowered himself onto his bed, where he leant his head on his right hand - in turn being leant on his right knee - and gazed at the piles of gizmos that littered the floor. Many were useless, but many were ingenious. But very few would be able to come along.

"I guess it's time." Prophet exclaimed, shrugging and pushing himself up off of the bed, moving to a small rucksack that lay beside his door, containing very little in the way of technology. The main piece of equipment he removed almost instantly, pulling the Multi-purpose Tech Glove out of the front pocket and sliding it over his fingers, flinching a little as it closed itself around him and injected itself into his Main psychic system.

He turned and gazed at the room one last time before opening the wooden door and leaving his former home, leaving behind his academy life. A small tear emerged from his eye, wiped away quickly by his left hand.

He moved fast through the winding hallways, recalling the layout of the labyrinth-like school as he avoided guards and teachers alike, changing course as soon as he heard voices or saw a shadow in the distance. The school was large, and it took him a while to reach even the bottom floor, let alone actually escape through a set of large, metal doors. He grinned a little as he opened the doors, taking in a few breaths of Gallifreyan air, before setting off at a jog towards the north, the second Sun at his back.

He reached the Orange box they had aquired within minutes, and was happily surprised to find no-one had reached the Tardis yet. Snapping his fingers as he approached, he didn't need to stop jogging as the doors opened to allow him entrance. An understanding of the Tardis psychic mainframe was useful in many situations, it seemed.

He only stopped once he leapt down to the main Tardis console, resting himself against the thin Tardis controls. He looked around the controls for a few minutes, analyzing each little piece, before shaking his head and ruffling his hair.
"She's not ready at all." He muttered, squatting down so as to peer under the console. "No where near." He sighed, before starting to fiddle with the mechanics, awaiting the arrival of the other 5.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
[spoiler=Overlord Oblivion's App][b]Alias:[/b] The Wandering

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b] 132

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Regenerations:[/b] None

[spoiler=[b]Appearence:[/b]][img]http://userimages.imvu.com/userdata/35/03/64/69/userpics/Snap_343277321506235288bdd5.png[/img][spoiler=][b]Additional Details[/b]His height is exactly six foot. Wandering's jacket is augmented, like most Time Lord attire, to incorporate dimensional proportionality in the inside pockets. In simple terms, his jacket's pockets are bigger on the inside then on the outside. Also, on his left shoulder he has a large burn scar from one of Draxil's live fire courses.[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[b]Personality:[/b] Wandering is a dark horse; he remains this level-headed and modest man, who gives absolute faith in the people around him. Yet, behind his kind exterior, he hides a cauldron of insensitivity, secrecy, pessimism and malice. Wandering withstands these feelings with a high level of self-control, but does release his negative traits out in small bursts behind peoples back. Should Wandering build up his feeling to a point, the resulting outburst will surly lead to someone getting hurt; physically or mentally. However, Wandering does show remorse for his outbursts, claiming that he can't control them.

Wandering also has a few quirks; notably his inability to stay in one place for long. He finds it frustrating and time consuming. This includes tolerating long winded speeches or stupid bureaucracy. The only exception to this quirk is when he plays any kind of game; which then he will often stall for more time to make his move. Wandering's other quirks is that he doesn't like sweet foods, has a slightly editic memory and enjoys to tamper and modify anything electrical.

Wandering considers Prophet to be his younger brother, and makes sure he gets out of trouble, even disregarding his own personal well being. While he might take liberties on how much he can manipulate the Prophet into what he asks him to do, he does it so in the best interests. Wandering would never forgive himself if anything happened to Prophet that he could have prevented.

[b]History:[/b] Wandering was not 'born' in the conventional sense. While the Pythian curse had been lifted centuries before Wandering was born, the House of Heartshaven still employed biological looms to conceive new Gallifreyians over natural reproduction. Wandering was weaved after the death of Romana, when one of her regenerations aborted. Wandering remembers his first memory as he was 'loomed' as "The cold chill down down my new spine, then a warmth throbbing as his this heart began to beat".

Wandering's grew up for the first few years of his life at the Heartshaven Estate, at the base of Mount Cadon. Wandering was raised around a busy family; many of his adult cousins worked around the Estate as "Tardiogists"; scientists dedicated to the development of biotechnology in TARDISes. He was often left to his own devices; mainly scavenging broken or spare components from the laboratories to play around with. It was just a distraction from the fact that he was isolated from the rest of Gallifrey. The occasional outing to the Citadel with his cousins or his adoptive parents was not enough to satisfy him; he wanted to see the universe from a very early age.

As he grew more mature, he was allowed to adventure around Mount Cadon on his own. Wandering met The Prophet this way, while climbing up to a cave which his cousins said a Toclafane was hiding. Wandering also began to notice that Gallifrey was changing. Every month or so, he would go up to one of the peaks of Mount Cadon and look around the vast orange landscapes. He could see the Last Great Time War taking effect, with various things burning up around Gallifrey's skys and the increased military presence around the Citadel. Aged 7, he had maturing into a young Gallifreyian, and was getting prepared to apply for the Academy. While his house insisted he should go into biotechnology like his adult cousins did, his urge to explore the universe dominated his decision; he applied for TARDIS piloting.

The initiation came just a year later, soon after his 8th birthday. The Untempered Schism changed Wandering as he looked deeply into the time vortex. Wandering fell to his knees after gazing into the schism for just a couple of seconds, entranced by the wonders of the universe he had seen though it. His first few years at the Academy where some of the best decades of Wandering's life so far. But the arrival of Lord Draxil and the Academy's militarization turned the latter years into a living nightmare. At first he was expected to simulate evasive maneuvers, then it was combat tactics and learning to fire a staser.

Wandering was no pacifist, but he didn't like that his dream of traveling the universe was being distorted into politics and warmongering. Yet, he was powerless to do anything; many attempts to remove Draxil from power officially had been foiled. Even as a renegade, he couldn't fight back against Draxil and the Chancellery Guards forever. Prophet followed soon, and while another four Gallifreyians stood along side them as renegades, they would only dent his militaristic pride over the centuries.

Two years before Wandering and the other renegades prepared to escape, he made the choice that would set there futures. Draxil had noticed that the "recruits" had began to wither in loyalty and respect towards the Chancellery Guard. Draxil had lost there respect; and he wanted it back. Assault courses where commonplace, where the students would run though a simulated battlefield. Normally, if they got shot by the fake Dalek enemy, all it did would knock them out. Wandering was not knocked out when one of the fake Daleks turned out to be using a real Dalek gun-stick, planted by Draxil, proceeded to graze his left shoulder and wound him severely. He then knew that he had to escape, or face a painful death in the immediate future.

Hospitalized for a month, Wandering remained in contact with Prophet to plan there escape. They had found a old Type 50 TARDIS within the bowels of the junkyard, which had somehow remained alive, even after years of neglect and disrepair. Wandering, once released from the infirmary, used his medical leave from the Academy to work on the TARDIS, helping repair the TARDIS into the renegade escape ship and new home. To reactivate the TARDIS, Wandering used his own symbiotic nuclei to activate the Rassilon Imprimatur (A security device that prevents unauthorized time travel). With the ship ready for flight, he hopes to finally to explore the stars.

[b]Personal Item:[/b] Matrix Band: A home-brew device, made as a gift from The Prophet for his 101th birthday, which has been made to incorporate hard-light projection and wearable computing. It was designed to store a cached portion of Gallifrey's APC net, known more commonly as The Matrix. Wandering programed the band to contain a massive database of temporal co-ordinates and a link to the Renegade's TARDIS's navi-coms. Wandering himself installed a emergency transmat tether is also built into the glove, allowing for one emergency teleport to the TARDIS main control room, before it would drain it's non-replaceable power cells.

[b]Role Aboard the Tardis:[/b] Temporal Navigation/[i]De facto [/i]Captain: While normal navigation focuses on travel through normal space, a TARDIS requires a separate pilot when operating within the Time Vortex. As he has used his symbolic nuclei to enable time travel on the TARDIS, he is the only one who can operate the temporal control panel. His control panel a mixture of a embedded touch screen, dials to control the exact date and time, a couple of levers to manipulate time flow and a mass of switches to counteract a multitude of complications that could happen in transit. The renegades where rounded up by Wandering, so he acts as a [i]de facto[/i] leader when the situation arises.

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[b]Appearance: [/b][size=4][color=#696969]Cipher stands at a grand total of 5' 10". He has very thick wavy brown hair. He has very angular features on his face giving him the impression of a very serious person. He has very dark blue eyes, almost black by their coloration but if seen in the correct light look similar to that of royal blue. He wears a Grey Black Trench Coat with a white loose fitting button down shirt and a pair of blue jeans. On his feet he does one of two things, goes barefoot if it is warm enough, and if it is too cold he wears a pair of brown slip on loafers. Image ----> [/color][/size][url="http://userdisk.webry.biglobe.ne.jp/010/825/25/N000/000/000/uli.jpg"]http://userdisk.webr...000/000/uli.jpg[/url]

[b]Personality: [/b][size=4][color=#5a5a5a]Cipher is an interesting fellow. He sees most everything as a piece to a bigger puzzle, effectively he is Sherlock Holmes in Time Lord form. (Note, I do not intend to make him be anything like Sherlock Holmes except for the ability to solve puzzles.) Being that he sees everything like a puzzle he also loves to just watch and wait for things to fall into place. Once things have gotten to the point he wants, then he makes his move. This attitude makes him seem rather crass however he is also one of the most charming people you will ever meet. Able to strike up a conversation easily with anyone and able to just as quickly turn around and save them if need be. He makes sure that all people are in their right place before his plans are ever set into motion. A quirk he has is that he plays music all the time. He does this solely for the fact that he likes to have music going when he returns to where ever he left from. His escape plans are always on the forefront of his mind. Being that he is called Cipher he always tries to know everyone's plans before he implements his own possible escape route. Before entering into any location he always maps out every possibility, and every possible outcome. Once that is done he walks right in. Rarely do things not go according to his plans, but when they don't it is an easy enough task to change his original plans to something that will work.[/color][/size]

[b]History: [/b][size=4][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][color=#5a5a5a]He was born into a rather powerful family on Gallifrey. Because of this he was always given the best of everything. The best clothes, the best education, the best "toys". (I say "toys" because his toys are not actual toys but rather tools used to manipulate matter, like a Sonic Screwdriver, though he does not have one.) Because of his rich family he was sent to the most prestigious school on all of Gallifrey, The Academy. Just before the Time War began Cipher left with his own TARDIS to go travel the universe and understand its workings. He has visited many different locations but the one that he loved the most is when the TARDIS decided to take him on a journey and dropped him into ancient Babylon, where he discovered that an group of Weeping Angles were trying to conquer all of Babylon and the rest of Mesopotamia in order to gain access to a crack in the time line that was under the control of the Assyrians. He beat the Weeping Angles and returned the former king Hammurabi to his throne. After that he spent 60 years on earth, never staying long in one place but always going to learn from the great Martial Arts masters. On his 61st year on Earth he decided it was time to go home. On his way back the TARDIS he had was confiscated by the Gallifreyian government and put into a military weapons locker. He was placed under house arrest and forced to work with the Academy to help them come up with plans on how to winning a war with the Daleks. Upon seeing the Untempered Schism Cipher became inspired to see how the universe worked. However he hates the Untempered Schism because he sees it as a broken piece in the Universal Puzzle.[/color][/font][/size]

[b]Personal Item:[/b] Stone Archive
[size=4][color=#5a5a5a]He always carries around a small, palm sized, Lapis Lazuli stone in his pocket. This stone was given to him by the Babylonians after he helped to save them from the Weeping Angels. On this small stone, written in cuneiform, is an inscription, that when read can access any and every data base in the universe, though it can only be done when connected, Psychic connection mind you, to the TARDIS Archives. (Small bit of side information, Lapis Lazuli was know as the stone of truth in ancient times.) I am not saying that the Babylonians had this tech but with the aid of Cipher, they created a device using some of the limitless energies of the Time Fissure and gave it a simple instruction, to tell Cipher everything. This lead the device to use its powers to open every single data base in the Universe to get Cipher any information he might need.[/color][/size]

[b]Role aboard the Tardis:[/b][color=#5a5a5a][font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3] [/size][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]He uses the TARDIS Archives section to gather information. Unoffically he is the archivist. Recording new data onto his Stone Archive and the TARDIS main-frame.[/font][/font][/color]


[font=tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif][size=3][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][spoiler=[b]RP Sample[/b]][/font][/size][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]He was running through the halls, not pausing for a breath, not stopping to take a rest. He needed to escape, he needed to get out. He was not a warrior, he was a Scholar. He needed to learn not to fight, but if need be he knew how to kill. He brought nothing with him save the clothes on his back and the palm sized Lapis Lazuli stone with cuneiform inscription on it. He did not need anything else, and anything he might need he can get on the road.[/font]

[size=4][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]"Stop right there!" A guards voice shouted out in front of him. "Don't make me shoot you!"[/font]

[color=#000080][i][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Injury to the right leg making him hobble slightly meaning he can't keep up with my pace. Right handed, if he shoots it will be off by .001 of an inch to my right side. That makes things easier.[/font][/i][/color]

[font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]He ran right up to the guard kicked him into the side of the right knee, causing the guard to buckle, and ran right past him.[/font]

[font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][color=#000080]"Please forgive me about the knee, but I am not one meant for war, I seek only to learn. So from now on you will have to find someone else to be your genius plans designer. Good Bye."[/color] The man ran out the door and headed straight for the museum. There were about 6 TARDISes on display there, or so he thought. When he got to the museum he found only 5. The TARDIS that looked like a blue Police call box was missing.[/font]

[font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][color=#000080]"Oh that is a shame I liked that one."[/color] It was then that he heard a noise coming out of one of the other TARDISes, it sounded like mechanical work and voices complaining. He walked over to the Orange TARDIS and opened the door. [color=#000080]"Hello,"[/color] he said to the two other Time Lords inside of the TARDIS. [color=#000080]"I'm Cipher, can I help you with something?"[/color] It took him all of ten seconds, and in those ten seconds he discovered a lot about the two other men in the TARDIS who were working on trying to fix the Orange one. [/font][/size][/font][size=3][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][/spoiler][/font][/size][/font]

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Well, we're not accepting on a first come-first serve basis, we're looking at quality, and it's a decent app you've got there. Couple of things though:

1) Read the Rules. You'll understand.

2) I'm not so sure about the device under the skin. To be able to summon the Tardis would be kinda over-powered and would probably go against some of the possible plots we have.

3) Increase the length of things. The Pic should come with a paragraphs worth of description, 4-6 lines. Personality and History should be two paragraphs long.

4) I'd restrict the stone. All knowledge in the universe is too much. Perhaps it has a central link to the Tardis Hard-drive, meaning it can access any data from the Tardis on the go?

EDIT: Oh, and you need an RP sample. I seem to have forgotten that in the app. XD I'll just edit the OP and put that it. Uno Momento.

EDIT

Edit's finished: more things added to the OP. Mostly just things added to the App, and a small thing added to the Database outlining the roles within the Tardis.

[code][spoiler=(Title)](Content)[/spoiler][/code] ^ Code for spoilers. ^

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A couple questions before I make my edits.....

1) Eliminated the name that is not an issue, but you should probably remove the name thing in the future. It is just confusing is all.

2) That is fine I will just rework his escapes.

3) I was under the impression that Personality and History were two paragraphs long however I will eliminate the image and write a full description of the man.

4) I will implement it where it only works if he plugs it into the TARDIS Archival Computer.

5) Working on RP sample post now.

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1) The whole point is to make people read the rules. If they haven't read the rules, they dont get it.

2) Good

3) Not on my screen, and I got a small screen. My classification of Paragraph is 6 lines, not 4, if you want to play it like that. Also, they're not identifiable as paragraphs because you've got them lumped together. Seperate them perhaps.

4) That basically makes it useless. Have a wireless/psychic connection to the Tardis, making it a on the go version of the Tardis Database. The Tardis doesn't know everything, though.

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Okay changes made and they should be within the rules.

[quote name='DaWeirdGuy' timestamp='1349042272' post='6035323']
The Tardis doesn't know everything, though.
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True the TARDIS does not know everything, however with the Psychic connection between it and the Lapis Stone, The Illuminator can access any information across all of the Universe and all of Existence.

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That's the bit I have a problem with; it should be anything within the Tardis' knowledge. The Tardis shall be the highest form of technology we will have 'on hand', so I would prefer it if nothing did something better than it.

Besides murder/killing/stuff like that. I'm pretty sure Overlord will have a Gun, and that'll kill better than a Tardis methinks. :D

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Mostly everything seems in order. I'd put a pic back in your appearance, or add an extra Paragraph of description. Either 1 paragraph + Pic or 2+ paragraphs without.

If you wish to change anything else, you've probably got a while. You'll have to wait to see if you're accepted; we're going for quality, not fc-fs.
I'd advise reading back through the OP for extra details you may have missed. Adding extra details to your app is also a good thing to do if you want to be more sure of acceptance.

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:D (Because he knows he is accepted).

Wait, I thought the Doctor needed the TARDIS to translate all of the languages? Did you watch the episode "The Impossible Planet", he said that the TARDIS could not translate the Language, because it was too old. So then wouldn't a Time Lord need the TARDIS to translate alien languages?
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It's not really Reserving, but your interest is noted. As long as you get an App in before whenever the Deadline will be, you'll get Judged.

And The Doctor speaks tonnes of languages that the Tardis seems to be unable to Translate. The only written languages that it hasn't have been Gallifreyan and the Beast's, but Judoon, Baby, Horse and others are shown with him speaking throughout the series, but with no translations.
But never mind, it's not a big deal.

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Okay, app done. Just lemme know if anything needs correcting.

[b]Alias:[/b] Scribe

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b] 112

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Regenerations:[/b] 2nd

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Scribe is roughly average height and build for a mid to late 20’s human female, she has slightly tanned skin, smooth auburn hair usually let loose that frames either side of her face and a pair of rather small lime green eyes, a small pointed nose and visible freckles dotted about her face, mostly around her nose and cheeks. Her skin can quickly turn pink or red if she’s embarrassed or angered. Her face is somewhat straight and angular though softens up slightly around her jawline.

Scribe’s attire consists of a thin, long sleeved shirt decorated with a pattern of thin black and white horizontal stripes, the sleeves are slightly too long and sometimes fall over her hands when she has them down by her sides. Over her shirt she wears a dull grey jacket which she wears open, has two large square pockets at the bottom on both sides and sleeves that widen out just past the elbow which also tend to cover her hands from time to time. Below her shirt she wears a pair of tattered jeans which end just above her ankles and have a hole in the left knee, the jeans are done up with a simple brown leather belt. She doesn’t wear any socks and has a pair of plain black sneakers done up with Velcro (she’d never admit it but she can’t tie shoe laces.) She carries a pair of red reading glasses in her pocket which she’ll use periodically when reading books, she also keeps a white and blue feathered quill on a necklace around her neck (see ‘Personal Item below) and has an old brown shoulder bag in which she keeps the Chronicle Tome as well as any trinkets and souvenirs she happens picks up.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Due to her high class upbringing Scribe’s personality has become somewhat conflicted since the start of the time war, part of her wishing to continue obeying the laws and authority of Galifrey as she’d been raised to but part of her beginning to question them and their decisions regarding the time war. Scribe will often come across as being unsure of herself or will overthink things to the point of absurdity and is almost never willing to take risks either at the expense of herself or others. Her higher class upbringing will periodically surface however if she happens to become annoyed or encounters something of interest to her, sometimes taking it as an opportunity to show off her own knowledge.

Scribe is not used to social interactions and can come off as very nervous when talking to people, but inversely often lacks tact and can insult a person without realizing it. She doesn’t dislike her crew mates but she is often rather nervous around them, often unsure if she hasn’t accidentally joined a band of criminals, and spends as little time as possible with them.

She has a very keen interest in learning and is especially fascinated by various different cultures, practices and mythology, she is most at home in a good book and managed to smuggle several of her favourites along with her. She also has an interesting in historical artefacts and likes to examine any that she finds, sometimes even keeping them as a souvenir. Above everything else though her main desire is to finish the work her father started on the ‘Chronicle Tome’ (see Personal Item) as well as using the information already recorded in it to aid her companions wherever possible.

[b]History:[/b]
Scribe was born into one of Galifrey’s high class families, her father was the librarian at the academy and her mother was an accomplished scholar and historian. Being an only child Scribe took after both her parents easily and managed to inherit their desire for learning at a young age. However, because she spent so much time with studies Scribe never truly learned to interact with others beyond her parents and teachers, and while she got on well with her elders she almost seemed to avoid contact with others as much as possible, earning a reputation in the academy as an over obsessive bookworm.

When Draxil became chancellor for the academy however Scribe began to have doubts as the academy changed rapidly, drawing away from its roots in learning and instead becoming a training ground for war. However Scribe’s sense of authority kept her in the academy despite what her conscience tried to tell her, that is until she received news that her father had been killed in the time war, having been fatally struck mid regeneration before his ship was destroyed.

This pushed Scribe into finally questioning the recent changes at the academy and she began to mingle with others who shared her views, however she was more interested in returning the academy to what it used to be so when the decision to leave and become renegade time lords came up she was naturally conflicted, especially given her still rather strong desire to appeal to her elders, eventually though she gave into peer pressure out of desperation to escape the harsh life the academy had become.

When gathering her things to leave Scribe found an artefact her father had been working on, the Chronicle Tome, that he had sometimes shown her while working on it. Scribe saw this as an opportunity to finish her father’s work and so decided to take the book with her to try and complete it.

[b]Personal Item:[/b] The Chronicle Tome
What appears to be an ordinary, albeit rather old and worn book with a simple red leather bound cover with a green jewel in the centre of the cover secured by a small gold coloured ring, closer inspection of the jewel will reveal a vague green mist inside it.

Despite its appearance the Chronicle Tome has practically an infinite number of pages, each one with numerous details on various cultures existing across history, the book also contains various star charts, time lines as well as details on various planets and solar systems. The pages of the book are similar to that of psychic paper, when using the book to look up information Scribe is able to open the book up to the exact page she needs and the book can contain volumes of information on a single page which Scribe can sort through (rather like an ipad made of paper.)

However the book is incomplete and most of the more obscure cultures in the universe are either missed out or have incredibly small entries for, something that Scribe wishes to rectify (hence her chosen title.) The book also comes with a quill that is the only instrument capable of writing in the book but doesn’t make a mark on anything else, since the quill is the only one of its kind Scribe tends to keep close guard of it at all times.

[b]Role Aboard the Tardis:[/b] Navigator: Scribe’s role is to direct the TARDIS on the correct course and to identify any foreign planets or systems. Her part of the console is mostly made up of small screens each displaying a different variety of information, she has a few simple controls that allow her to operate each individual screen but has little beyond that.

[spoiler=RP Sample]
Scribe could almost hear her hearts beating against her chest as she sat in her room, staring at the assortment of clothes and items sitting inside of an old wooden trunk, an old brown shoulder bag sat by her bed and her father’s old book was sitting in her lap. They had gone over this plan dozens of times, recounted where to meet up at what times and every other procedure in between and yet Scribe still wasn’t sure she was doing the right thing. The recent events all piling on each other had finally taken its toll on her to the point where she wasn’t even aware what right and wrong was anymore.

She allowed herself to fall back onto her bed sheets, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the soft tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. The clock had been a gift from her father for her 100th birthday, an old artefact of earth culture; he knew how much she loved that sort of thing. She tried to push the thoughts of her father out of her mind, she didn’t want to have to think of him at the moment, but the more she tried the more he invaded her thoughts. She used to be good at keeping her thoughts calm and collected but now she seemed to have lost all control over them.

Eventually, after a long string of semi-inspirational thoughts to try and motivate herself, Scribe finally sat up, slid her book inside her shoulder back, closed the lid of her trunk and prepared to set off. She crossed her room quickly, trying not to distract herself anymore and pushed open the doors, jumping back in surprise as she saw a figure standing in her way. The man looked equally as surprised, his arm raised and presumably about to knock, but her regained his composure quickly and gave a brief glance around Scribe’s room, pausing at the trunk and her less than formal attire.

“Elder Rothger,” she said, trying to hide her surprise.

“What is the meaning of this?” Rothger asked in a stern tone.

Scribe hesitated; she hadn’t prepared for this eventuality and was mentally kicking herself for missing something so obvious. Rothger had taken a turn for the worse after his most recent regeneration, turning from an understanding but serious old man to an almost callus young incarnation, complete with slick black hair and cold grey eyes.

“You are aware of the academy rules in regards to desertion?” He asked, a stupid question, of course she knew, he was simply attempting to make her feel worse.

“I’m…I’m leaving,” Scribe said, a brief shadow of confidence crossing her features.

“Are you indeed?” Rothger frowned “Under what authority.”

Scribe felt her hands balling into fists.

“Under the authority that this place has been perverted in a hell-hole of pain and misery,” Scribe snapped, surprising both Rothger and herself “And I refuse to spend another minute in this place.”

A moment of silence fell over the room for a moment as both occupants slowly registered what had just been said. Scribe backed away slightly, finding herself suddenly unable to make eye contact with the older time lord. To her surprise however Rothger merely stepped back and turned away.

“The hallway to the west entrance is clear of people,” he said, his tone suggesting that he was talking to himself but his volume suggesting otherwise “I’d hurry though, they tend to make an inspection around this time.”

Without another word Scribe scurried out the door, Rothger still with his back turned. She didn’t look back once as she descended the staircase and left through the door, closing it as quietly as she could behind her. She took a few slow steps forward, taking in the fresh air about her for a moment before breaking into a run, an impressive feat given the weight of her luggage, and didn’t stop until she caught sight of the TARDIS that Prophet and Wandering had acquired. She paused for a moment to take the sight in, looking back over her shoulder at the academy behind her. Even after everything she’d gone through she still wasn’t sure she was doing the right thing, never the less she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and began walking forwards.[/spoiler]

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Alias: Shade

Name:

Age: 160

Gender: male

Regenerations: 2[sup]nd[/sup]

Appearance: About 5’ 6’’, Long, scruffy ginger hair, Glasses, Left Eye has a dark blue iris, and Right eye has a crimson iris, Body of a 16 year old male. Unshaven goatee, thin build, broad shoulders, his upper back is covered in a Gallifreyan poem and he has ancient Old-High Gallifreyan Tattoos on his left arm. His usual attire includes a Red Shirt, jacket, and Black Trousers under a long, black trench coat. Wears black converse with Red laces. Sometimes wears a jet black fedora and/or a crimson bandanna. He is quite often seen wearing an old, battered, black leather scabbard with red stitching. This scabbard contains a sword he was given for his 130th birthday. The sword has a red blade and a gold/silver hilt, with a White Point Star embedded in it. Shade’s right arm has a strange pattern on it, the pattern seems to become more elaborate each time he heals himself or regenerates. His left palm has elaborate Gallifreyan markings on it. Shade has his family crest tattooed on his right palm.
[spoiler='Left palm tattoo'] [img]http://jakeofalltrades.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/dw-watch-3.png[/img] [/spoiler]

Personality: While Shade seems cold, distant, cocky, and Self-absorbed, to people. To those that he considers his friends or allies; he is warm-hearted, courageous, logical, creative, and willing to take any risks. But sometimes, he can be a bit too irritable. Overall he is quite a charming being He is determined to prove himself to his peers. He is also an accomplished marksman/swordsman, and is known to threaten others when angered. Even when around people he is friendly with, he is still an extremely quiet individual, people used to joke about him being a statue, which has led to him developing a slight complex, resulting in him rarely speaking. No matter who is around him, he is always an extreme introvert.

When negotiating with an alien species, (Hostile or otherwise) he will usually make a few, possibly crude remarks towards others. He was almost expelled from the Academy numerous times as a novice, mostly for making crude jokes about other time lords. Shade’s incredible healing abilities have caused him to become reckless and sometimes he gets a bit over excited when fighting others. When bored, he usually tries to find something to do, or just takes a rest.

History: Shade was born into a High-Class family on Gallifrey, Famed for their Technological advances. Before being accepted into the Academy, He lived with his parents in a Gallifreyan Observatory. Upon viewing the “[i]Untempered Schism” [/i]in the academy, He gained a highly accelerated healing process and his right iris turned crimson causing him to require glasses. He first discovered his incredible healing abilities after being shot and knocked unconscious by a malfunctioning sentry drone in 45[sup]th[/sup] century Berlin. When he woke up all of his injuries were healed, he had expected to regenerate, but his body had simply healed itself; He later found out that while his body can heal from serious injuries, fatal injuries (such as the effects of a Dalek blaster) will require a Regeneration to heal. He found this out when he was stabbed through the hearts during a swordfight with a cyborg Pirate Captain on the deck of a 17[sup]th[/sup] century ship called the “Hellish Beast” which was later sunk when the Shade Used a stolen pistol to set the ship’s gunpowder stores alight.
About 10 years before the beginning of The Last Great Time War, he was forced into working as a medic at the Academy, where he used his accelerated healing abilities to help other Time Lords; He later got promoted to Head lecturer of Astro-zoology, and he soon became known as one of the academies greatest lectures.

Personal Item: Chrono-Bracer. This Item has a vast variety of uses, almost as many as The Doctor’s Sonic Screwdriver. It is a wrist-mounted piece of equipment, which looks, and functions similar to a Time Agency Vortex Manipulator, unlike most Gallifreyan technology; it has the ability to override deadlocks. It is gold with a black leather covering, and has several attachments, Including: A data scanner, Environmental analyzer, Short-range teleport and medical scanner/Species Identifier.

Role aboard the T.A.R.D.I.S: The shade is a proficient medic, due to his healing abilities. His console on the TARDIS console contains 8 main screens, one for each crewmember of the TARDIS, and 2 for any extra travellers. It also contains many switches, buttons and levers.

[spoiler='RP sample']


RP Sample: Shade could hear the sound of Angry voices and gunfire outside his office; he knew they were looking for him, “Why do they want me?” He asked himself. Suddenly one of the armed assailants burst in and all Shade could remember was that he had been shot in the stomach, then he Fell unconscious. When he awoke about 4 minutes later, He Checked his Chrono-Bracer’s Medical readout to see if his heart rates were stable, and after seeing that he was fine, Silently Knocked out the assailant, After hiding the assailant’s body, Shade took a run-up and jumped out of the large, stained glass window, and landed in the middle of a group of trees. Amazingly, even after falling 50 feet, and hitting several tree branches, he was unharmed. He flicked a switch on his Chrono-Bracer and whispered “Log: I have just realized that for at least 15 minutes after healing myself, my body is almost indestructible.”

While making his way out of the trees, he heard the distinctive sound of a Type 50 TARDIS, deciding that even an old TARDIS is safer than the academy; Shade activated his Chrono-Bracer’s short-range teleport. When he landed, he looked around and saw an empty field with a tall, orange box. “Must be my lucky day, I thought there were none of these left.” Walking up to the Tardis, he thought “I need to stop talking to myself.” and knocked on the door.
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If you could lengthen it a little, that would be great. Also, your character would most likely be in on the rebellion, as these guys are pretty much the rebellion.

If each app gets up to scratch, and 1 more good app comes in, we might just end up starting, as it doesn't look like we'll get many applicants.
Unless we get a sudden rush of people wanting to join, which would be cool.

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[quote name='DaWeirdGuy' timestamp='1349548083' post='6039117']
If you could lengthen it a little, that would be great. Also, your character would most likely be in on the rebellion, as these guys are pretty much the rebellion.

If each app gets up to scratch, and 1 more good app comes in, we might just end up starting, as it doesn't look like we'll get many applicants.
Unless we get a sudden rush of people wanting to join, which would be cool.
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How much longer should I make it?

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