Post by The Meddler on Oct 29, 2011 23:06:12 GMT -5
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Name: Ramachulainn (Also known as Saint Christopher, the Fisher King, Galahad, Semias, the Custos Tempus, and the Knight Forever Vigilant.)
Age: Varies, depending on when and where he is met. Around four hundred in Time is the Father of Truth, and over six hundred after the Last Great Time War.
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: Guardian of the Ark of Eileithyia. Former Captain of the Chancellary Guard.
Physical Description:
History:
Ramachulainn never intended to be a pivotal figure in the history of Gallifrey. It just happened.
When the Meddler was observed entering the Halls of Eileithyia, during the turbulent years just prior to the start of the Last Great Time War, it was Ramachulainn that was tasked with leading the contingent of Chancellary Guardsmen sent to capture him. They were forced to violate ground made sacred by fifty charanas of Gallifreyan tradition, and to damage the physical structure of the Halls in an effort to rescue the Specialist. And all for naught - by the time they had found her, she had wrested the Meddler's blade from his hand and wounded him, forcing him to flee.
To his amazement, she displayed her mercy by invoking priviledge and allowing the Meddler to flee Gallifrey. She further displayed her mercy by not demanding punishments for the violence done to the structure and the traditions of the Halls. Instead, she asked for service. A time would come, she said, that she would charge him with taking fifty children from the Halls in a modified medical TARDIS, placing them in stasis, and keeping them hidden and safe until she should call for him.
Of course he accepted. She was the Specialist. How could he refuse? He chose six of his most trusted subordinates, and prepared for a task that he could not imagine ever having to fulfill.
And then the War began. He nearly forgot about his oath as he fought on the front lines, directing the regen-inf soldiers and the Remote troopers against the shock-units of the Dalek Empire. He was skilled, only perishing once at the battle of Sastaanza, his left heart crushed by the pincer claw of a Dalek that was not quite as dead as he believed.
The War raged. Slowly, slowly, the Time Lords began to falter. As they did, the Daleks struck against Gallifrey itself. The transduction barriers burned black under the force of the assault, as the assembled Dalek fleet burned the planetary crust to lava and the Could've-Been King hurled flights of fancy against the terror of the Nightmare Child.
And then the Specialist called. It went against the grain to abandon his post, but his oath to the Keeper of the Halls superceeded any other he had made - even to the High Council. The TARDIS, the Ark of Eileithyia, fled into the depths of the Vortex and vanished.
The Ark came to rest in the Pyrenées Mountains, in the Eighth Century of the common era. From that lonely peak of Mount Aneto, he and his crew have watched the centuries pass. They have heard the rumors - that the Doctor lived, that other Time Lords live, that the Daleks survive. And yet, they remain secluded. They guard the Grail, the last and greatest hope of lost Gallifrey.
And they will guard it until the Specialist calls. Or until time itself ends.
Additional Medical Information: None.
Name: Ramachulainn (Also known as Saint Christopher, the Fisher King, Galahad, Semias, the Custos Tempus, and the Knight Forever Vigilant.)
Age: Varies, depending on when and where he is met. Around four hundred in Time is the Father of Truth, and over six hundred after the Last Great Time War.
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: Guardian of the Ark of Eileithyia. Former Captain of the Chancellary Guard.
Physical Description:
- First Incarnation: A small man, only about 5'7", with dark curly hair and brown eyes and a broad smile on an expressive and pleasant face. He has the long, slender fingers of a pianist.
- Second Incarnation: Larger - slightly over six feet - with straight brown hair (worn shoulder-length) and a short, brown goatee. His eyes are grey. He smiles infrequently.
History:
Ramachulainn never intended to be a pivotal figure in the history of Gallifrey. It just happened.
When the Meddler was observed entering the Halls of Eileithyia, during the turbulent years just prior to the start of the Last Great Time War, it was Ramachulainn that was tasked with leading the contingent of Chancellary Guardsmen sent to capture him. They were forced to violate ground made sacred by fifty charanas of Gallifreyan tradition, and to damage the physical structure of the Halls in an effort to rescue the Specialist. And all for naught - by the time they had found her, she had wrested the Meddler's blade from his hand and wounded him, forcing him to flee.
To his amazement, she displayed her mercy by invoking priviledge and allowing the Meddler to flee Gallifrey. She further displayed her mercy by not demanding punishments for the violence done to the structure and the traditions of the Halls. Instead, she asked for service. A time would come, she said, that she would charge him with taking fifty children from the Halls in a modified medical TARDIS, placing them in stasis, and keeping them hidden and safe until she should call for him.
Of course he accepted. She was the Specialist. How could he refuse? He chose six of his most trusted subordinates, and prepared for a task that he could not imagine ever having to fulfill.
And then the War began. He nearly forgot about his oath as he fought on the front lines, directing the regen-inf soldiers and the Remote troopers against the shock-units of the Dalek Empire. He was skilled, only perishing once at the battle of Sastaanza, his left heart crushed by the pincer claw of a Dalek that was not quite as dead as he believed.
The War raged. Slowly, slowly, the Time Lords began to falter. As they did, the Daleks struck against Gallifrey itself. The transduction barriers burned black under the force of the assault, as the assembled Dalek fleet burned the planetary crust to lava and the Could've-Been King hurled flights of fancy against the terror of the Nightmare Child.
And then the Specialist called. It went against the grain to abandon his post, but his oath to the Keeper of the Halls superceeded any other he had made - even to the High Council. The TARDIS, the Ark of Eileithyia, fled into the depths of the Vortex and vanished.
The Ark came to rest in the Pyrenées Mountains, in the Eighth Century of the common era. From that lonely peak of Mount Aneto, he and his crew have watched the centuries pass. They have heard the rumors - that the Doctor lived, that other Time Lords live, that the Daleks survive. And yet, they remain secluded. They guard the Grail, the last and greatest hope of lost Gallifrey.
And they will guard it until the Specialist calls. Or until time itself ends.
Additional Medical Information: None.
