Post by The First Doctor on Jan 16, 2011 0:09:22 GMT -5
Canon
Name: "The Doctor. The original, you might say."
Age: "Harumph. It's no business of yours. But, if you are going to press me upon the point, then 400 or so. One can hardly be expected to keep track of the individual years after a few centuries."
Species: "Gallifreyan. A Time Lord, to be precise. Now do stop bothering me, dear boy."
Planet of Origin: "It hardly matters now, does it? My granddaughter and I are exiles, cut off from our home world, without roots, or friends, or protection. Let it suffice to say that I am a citizen of the universe, and a gentleman, and leave it at that."
Occupation: "Occupation? Me? My dear boy, I am a wanderer in the fourth dimension, a scholar and a gentleman."
Physical Description: "Old? Old? My dear boy, I will have you know that these features - this nose with the hint of the Roman about it, these piercing blue eyes, this hair whitened by the weight of years - these may not be dismissed simply as old! They mark dignity! Character! They show wisdom gained though centuries of experience!
"Old, indeed! Would you dismiss Stonehenge as merely old? Perhaps you would see fit to describe the Pandorica as simply a peculiarity? Tut! You should learn to respect your elders."
Personality: "I dare say that my friends and family would describe me as sweet, or charming. At the risk of tooting my own horn, as you might say, I am always ready with a smile and a kind word, quick to forgive when slighted ."
History: "I am a wanderer and an exile, roaming to and fro, adrift upon the winds of Time. I shall speak no more upon it."
Name: "The Doctor. The original, you might say."
Age: "Harumph. It's no business of yours. But, if you are going to press me upon the point, then 400 or so. One can hardly be expected to keep track of the individual years after a few centuries."
Species: "Gallifreyan. A Time Lord, to be precise. Now do stop bothering me, dear boy."
Planet of Origin: "It hardly matters now, does it? My granddaughter and I are exiles, cut off from our home world, without roots, or friends, or protection. Let it suffice to say that I am a citizen of the universe, and a gentleman, and leave it at that."
Occupation: "Occupation? Me? My dear boy, I am a wanderer in the fourth dimension, a scholar and a gentleman."
Physical Description: "Old? Old? My dear boy, I will have you know that these features - this nose with the hint of the Roman about it, these piercing blue eyes, this hair whitened by the weight of years - these may not be dismissed simply as old! They mark dignity! Character! They show wisdom gained though centuries of experience!
"Old, indeed! Would you dismiss Stonehenge as merely old? Perhaps you would see fit to describe the Pandorica as simply a peculiarity? Tut! You should learn to respect your elders."
Personality: "I dare say that my friends and family would describe me as sweet, or charming. At the risk of tooting my own horn, as you might say, I am always ready with a smile and a kind word, quick to forgive when slighted ."
History: "I am a wanderer and an exile, roaming to and fro, adrift upon the winds of Time. I shall speak no more upon it."
