The Master

[The Master]

 

THE MASTER the basics full name •  The Master nicknames • Harold Saxon, Koschei age • 950 face claim • John Simm occupation • Master of the universe gender • Male (He, him) sexuality • Hetero-romantic, asexual species • Timelord the appearance height • 5'8" identifying features • Not really any. overall appearance • The Master before his resurrection (as Harold Saxon) had short mousy brown hair, bordering on grey. His face was kept well-shaven and presentable, as any politician should and stood at 5'9" (1.78m). It was very often that he would wear a general black blazer and black trousers, white shirt and black tie. It was during his botched resurrection, when Lucy had interrupted it, that he had changed. Though, much of him remained the same, his hair changed to a platinum blonde and his face covered in thin layer of stubble. His clothing changed drastically, from the well-dressed politician to a man ensuring his survival from a dying body; a red shirt, black hoodie and sweat pants. Due to his dying body, his blue skull can be seen from time to time in flashes as his body degenerates. the personality likes • Teletubbies, chaos, being in control, the drums dislikes • Humans, the drums, Rassilon, losing control, the Time War strengths • Intelligent, manipulative, charismatic, stone cold brilliant weaknesses • The Doctor, stubborn, prone to bouts of boredom, egotistical  dreams •  To be the Master of the Universe fears • The Time War overall personality • For the Master, it had started during his initiation, as he stared into the Time Vortex, he could hear the drums calling to him. The day that he had become 'mad', and yet, the timelord holds a huge level of intellect - capable of rivaling the likes of the Doctor. His thought is not permeated by the thoughts of others, for which would deem him a psychopath/ sociopath but this is not the case, even with his lack of thought towards having killed 1/10th of the population. On some level, he does care for those he deems worthy enough - Lucy Saxon had been one of these humans who had experienced such. Though, on the other hand, his prone to boredom leads him to bouts of anger. The Master is also highly egotistical, which has led to some downfalls in his plans. He places the Timelords above humans, but both he and the Doctor at the top of the food chain. the history father • Unknown - most likely deceased mother • Unknown - most likely deceased siblings • None important people • The Doctor, Lucy Saxon hometown • Gallifrey overall history • One. Two. Three. Four. Born in the House of Oakdown on Gallifrey, The Master shared many similarities with his childhood friend, The Doctor, especially in regards to his upbringing. He and The Doctor used to play near his father's estate on the red grass, often sneaking out to drink with the Shobogans, ending up with him fighting six of them at once in a drunken state. It was from the tender age of eight when The Master went through the initiation of the Timelords; staring into the Untempered Schism. And, it stared right back into him. That was when it started, his madness. He had heard 'war drums', turning out to be the beats of a Timelord's hearts. Something that plagued him throughout his life. The non-stopping, forever-lasting sound of drums. Little did he know, it had been the Lord President Rassilon who had planted the beat in his head, a plan for when the end of time finally came and to further their own goals. One. Two. Three. Four. Since the beginning, he and two others; consisting of The Doctor and The War Chief, joined to the Academy. It was at the Academy where The Master began going by the name of 'Koschei', and often in charge of the parties at the end of term. However, despite being on the same level did not simply mean that he fared well at the Academy, even with recieving a higher cosmic science grade than the Doctor, many of his grades did not match to The Doctor's. The Master watched as the prizes poured in, but not for him, but for his childhood friend. The spark of the hatred that would fuel him throughout time itself. During a civil war on Gallifrey, it was The Master who lead a revolt against their Lord President, who at the time was Pundat the Third. Though it did not work, the Lord President soon suffered at the hands of stress, passing the title to Chancellor Slann. It was only on the second coup against Slann did The Master finally assassinate him, before stealing a TARDIS and beginning his life as a renegade. One. Two. Three. Four. During his journey, the boy called Koschei turned into the man as many know as The Master. The Darkheart device combined with the fact Ailla was a spy seemed to tip him over the edge, the last pieces of good, shattered. He swore his revenge after the Doctor had trapped him within a black hole. Years continued to pass, several regeneration processes had occurred over the course of time. His own survival paramount. But, as he regenerated, the drumbeats never faded, only growing louder. His thirst for revenge on the Doctor only growing stronger. 2009 was the year that he had become Harold Saxon, taking on the guise as prime minister, took over the Valiant and turned The Doctor into an old man, killing the human population by 1/10th, using the Toclafane. However, once again, his plans were foiled by Martha Jones, the human companion of The Doctor. Time was reversed a year and a day, just after the president had been assassinated. But, being the eye of the storm, those on board the Valiant still continued to remember. Lucy Saxon continued to remember. She shot him. One. Two. Three. Four. He remembered the tears that threatened his childhood friend, the friend that, at one point, killed a Timelord due to the threat that he posed to the both of them as he refused to regenerate. It was out of spite for The Doctor. Yet, his story was far from over. Upon being burned by The Doctor on a pyre, he had failed to notice that The Master's ring had fallen. Only to be picked up by the prisoner governor of Broadfell Prison, prepared to sacrifice their lives in order to see the return of their Master. But, Lucy Saxon, used to gain a biological imprint (the last ingredient on the list) had also prepared for this moment. The potion of Death. The result was...well, the death of Lucy Saxon and all those merry prison guards. The Master was free, but at a cost. The drums were back, but he was left hungry, suspended between life and death and capable of shooting electrical beams from his hands, his own life force. For this became part of the prophecy, the ploy by Rassilon to 'save' the Timelords. Gallifrey was rising, the Time-lock unsealing itself. Yet, The Master, having not been there towards the end of the Time War, did not realise the overall motive for this. He had gained world domination through planting and 'replicating' himself through the whole of humankind, with the intent of turning the remaining Timelords into clones of himself. It was when Rassilon arrived that he was told that he had been used all his life, 'a disease of their own making.' One. Two. Three. Four. The stand-off. Rassilon, The Doctor and he stood. A bad remake of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. He watched his old nemesis wield a weapon, a revolver - before his eyes, he had witnessed the rise and fall of Gallifrey once more. the role player alias • Koschei age • -- pronouns • He/Him rp experience • Coming up to...7 years now? how did you find us? • From another site. RP Sample sample • UNIT. Humans with guns. Fat lot of good it did them when the aliens came knocking at their door. Compared to many of the aliens; the Cybermen, the Daleks - to name a few, humans were...primitive in all sense of the word. Unable to guide themselves without their latest craze for technology, think for themselves, or crave for someone to look up to. They should have been thanking him for what he had done, for becoming their leader. He quite enjoyed his time on the Valiant, until his ex-wife Lucy Saxon had shot him. But now, he roamed the streets, hungry eyes seeking the nearest stalls, hands tucked firmly into the hoodie pocket. Night life in London certainly was lively; humans laughing, eating, drinking. The Master turned the corner, watching the civility of it all. His mind remained open enough to skim surface thoughts and emotions, oh how hungry they made him. The smell of meat made his mouth salivate, tongue rolling across his lips as he paused in his step-- A soldier had appeared at his cell, The Master had his eyes closed, sitting still in the temporary cell that they had thrown him into. He could hear the jangle of keys as they slapped against the door, the grunt of steel against concrete as the door was opened slightly. There were six of them, of course, it was to be expected once they figured out who he was. Being that everything had remained as it had since the fall of Rassilon (or so he thought), his hunger was an issue that they had to resolve quickly - keeping him fed would put a large dent in their budget. He had played passive so far, going as far as remaining quiet and following everything that they had said. The Master was not completely unreasonable - all he wanted was a bit of entertainment. Being stuck on Earth was dull, humans were dull and uninteresting and he had not seen The Doctor or the smell of his presence as of late. They fastened several items that were preventative measures for him escaping; three secured him whilst the other three stood watch. "What? No dog collar and straitjacket? You boys disappoint me." He mockingly pouted. Another soldier watched from a farther distance - he could see the 'gift' that he had left the poor boy - a scar around the front of his neck, The Master winked as the blindfold was placed over his eyes. He was then guided down and along the corridors. It was only a couple of minutes later before he was left in an interrogation room, completely alone and still blindfolded. The soldiers remained on the other side of the one-way mirror, staring in mild apprehension of how easy it was to capture The Master. made by remi of rilla go!

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