The Master Player Info Name: Fern Age: 27 Timezone: GMT, but has a rather backwards sleeping pattern most of the time AIM/Email: TerrorAndBlythe / cybeles_art_of_ruin@hotmail.co.uk Experience: Over 1 year of LARP, over 1 year of tabletop rp and several years of journal and AIM based rp. I think I started when I was 18.
Character Info Fandom: Doctor Who Name: The Master, Koschei Gender: Male Age: Over 900 years old Species: Gallifreyan / Time Lord
Personality: The Master is a complicated man. Similar to The Doctor in a lot of ways, but almost his polar opposite, The Master bears all the curiosities and complexities of a Time Lord and more. He's incredibly intelligent, but egotistical. Aggressive to the point of sociopathic, and insane to the point of psychopathic. His personality is made of extremes as opposed to any subtlelties, save perhaps for his fears which are only revealed to certain people. The side that he does show of himself is intense and hard to ignore and that's just the way he wants it.
He is a very expressive man, creative and witty, but very careless, not just in regards to how he sees other people, but how he treats the works of others. He likes to show off and make a scene, anything to get attention, especially from The Doctor. Unlike the Doctors drive to do good, The Master's drive is destructive. There's a constant craving for dominance which he is constantly trying to feed, leading him to chaotic acts of violence, and mass manipulation.. People are nothing more than tools to him, if he can find a use for them. They are simply there to make sure he gets what he wants. He's the kind of man who likes to work on the weaknesses of a situation of a person first before striking, especially with the Doctor.
Canon Point Where Character Deviates: S3E13, When the Master has been caught by Jack at the end of the episode, he isn't handcuffed. When Martha's Mother goes to shoot him, she walks forward instead of staying still. The Master grabs the gun from her, turns and in one fluid movement, shoots Jack in the face and points the gun back at everyone else, using Jacks Vortex Manipulator, he makes his escape.
History:'Just one little peek into the Schism and you will be on your way to becoming an all powerful Time Lord!...' The Untempered Schism. That's where it all started... Koschei, as he was known then, was but a child of 8 years old when he was taken for his initiation into the Time Lord Academy. There he was made to look into a gap in time and space which was known as the Untempered Schism, a glimpse into the very heart of the vortex. While others ran away or became inspired by what they saw, Koschei went mad. The sound of drums... That sound would haunt him through the rest of his years. Those visions, that great void in space would forever gnaw at his mind, in dreams and in his waking thoughts. Little did he know then, who had planted that constant sound, or why...
He grew up in Gallifrey and trained at the Academy with The Doctor. They were friends growing up, and both, rather different people. During his child hood, Koschei and the Doctor, then known as Theta Sigma, used to play in the fields near Koschei's home. when they weren't studying, they were usually off getting into some form of trouble. With The Doctor, he had a friend at least. Unlike at the academy where he was picked on rather ruthlessly. Particularly by one bully named Torvic. The Doctor killed the bully in order to save The Masters life. It is not stated in canon whether or not the bully regenerated or not.
It was at the Academy where the Master and The Doctor would eventually fall out with one another too. They had travelled back in time together to look for Valdemar. What they found fascinated The Master and scared The Doctor. The little differences made them grow further and further apart. A broken promise was the last of it...
Since his education, the Doctor and The Master grew apart from one another. The Rani, then known as Ushas, was a part of their old circle of friends at the Academy. When The Doctor ran away from his home world, The Master was recruited to find him and essentially, bring him back. Little did the Master know that the person who had been recruited to join him was none other than a spy by the name of Ailla. She had been brought in to confirm suspicions the Time Lords Council had about The Koschei. He eventually caught up with the Doctor in the 28th century at the Darkheart colony. There, lay the Darkheart device... the temptation that would sadly allow Koschei to fall for. Ailla, his "companion" showed her true colours and the last of Koschei's kindness drained away into the abyss. The Doctor thwarted his attempt to take the Darkheart and trapped him in a black hole. It was there that he shook of the shackles of his birth name and took on the title of The Maser, vowing his revenge on The Doctor.
Throughout history, The Master has attempted to get his revenge against The Doctor. And time and time again he failed in his advances. Plan after plan, ideas gone to waste. And every time, The Doctor managed to save the day. The Master's loathing and envy grew more and more with each passing year. Regeneration after regeneration... and they were rapidly running out. His last regeneration, so close to death, saw him living his days in a dying husk of a body, rotting into decay. He tried his best to gain control over The Eye of Harmony so that he might be able to regenerate again, but The Doctor stopped him. This lead to anew plan... He went on to possession, taking over the body of Tremus.
With his new body, he was ready to try again. Next stop, Logopolis. There, he would kill the Logopolitans and stop the calculations for the CVE's (Charged Vacuum Emboitment), unfortunately building up Entropy. The world started to crumble and dissolve into nothing, and the final death of the universe began. The Master fled the planet with the Doctor and his companion, in The Masters TARDIS, where they left spacetime. There they tried to control and stop parts of the universe disappearing, thanks to The Masters actions. They eventually manage to stabilize the collapse. The Master turns against the Doctor, holding him at "gunpoint" with a Tissue Decompression Eliminator. His lust for power leads him to transmitting a message asking that the universe accept his rule over them or he will restart the CVE's collapse. The Doctor manages to thwart his plan by stopping the message but sadly falls to his death, leading to another regeneration. The Master escapes.
The Master was eventually captured again and sent to the planet Skaro where he would be held to trial and execution. The Master managed to escape into a new body and went back to seeking revenge on The Doctor, only to end up being thrown into the Eye of Harmony by The Doctor's eight incarnation.
He should have been dead and gone. But the Time Lords thought differently, bringing him back with a job in mind. He was to guard and protect the Cruciform. By doing this important task, he would be serving his people once more. However he was not prepared for the events that would lead to his desertion of his station. The Master did not think the Dalek Emperor himself would show up in attempt to take the Cruciform. No one in their right mind should have! The Cruciform was taken by The Dalek Emperor and out of fear, The Master ran as far as he could, to the very edge of the universe where he would use a Chameleon Arch to turn himself human, leaving his true genetic imprint within an old pocket watch.
He had a new persona. A new name, a new life and just one beating heart. But the drums... that sound of drums, never ceased. His new name was Yana, and he had given himself the title of Professor. Yana distinctly remembers being found as naked youth, washed up on the shores of the Silver Devastation. He couldn't remember anything before that point in his life. He lived his life moving from camp to camp, learning everything he could in order to advance their society. His travels lead him to the Utopia project where he joined in order to help with his ideas, and amazing intellect.
But the arrival of the Doctor changed everything. This strange, strange man, who showed up out of nowhere. He came out of the blue and started to fix things, making the project all the more possible! But how did he do it? While working on the project, he overheard Martha and Jack talking about the Time Lords. The voices started in his mind, luring him to taking the watch out, opening it. His energy flowed back into him and he remembered who he was. The Master. Not just a human, but a Time Lord. He attempts to kill Chantho and as a result, she shoots him before dying. The Master climbed into the TARDIS and regenerated into a new, younger body.
He used the TARDIS to travel back to Earth to the 2000's where he started work on his new plan. His new alias? Harold Saxon. Under his new persona he released a book and married, appearing to settle. He made new waves across the planet, setting up the Archangel Network, and running for British Prime Minister. The Archangel Network was the most important part of his plan. The Network was set up, connected to everyones mobile phones, to transmit a coded psychic signal around the planet generating a background telepathic field. With this he could use it to send subliminal commands. Such as.... Vote Saxon? And luck would have it, he won the election. With his wife by his side, he took the seat of power over the United Kingdom.
The Master had also taken the time to do a little traveling. He journeyed to Utopia where Humanity had flown to, all those years into the future, from the edge of the universe, and found what had truly become of them. He manipulated and tricked their child like minds into trusting him, and named them the Toclafane, a name taken from Gallifreyan tales. They would serve their purpose all in due time.
With the Toclafane ready for action, Harold Saxon announced to the world that he personally had made contact with an extra-terrestrial life form, and would publicly broadcast their arrival to Earth, welcoming them to the Human race. Now was the time for all of his hard work to pay off. The Doctor had arrived on the planet, everything was set up just right. Nothing could go wrong. While the Doctor thought he had fooled the Master using a perception filter, The Master had paying close attention to him. Every moment The Doctor and his companions were nearby using the filter, he feigned not noticing them. Right up to the point of the broadcast, aboard the Valiant. The Doctor and Jack were arrested and the American President was killed by the Toclafane on life television. Martha, along with her Mother and Sister were arrested soon after and brought on board the Valiant. The Master was full of life and nothing could stop him. Using his laser screwdriver, he aged The Doctor dramatically and kept him around in captive as a pet. Martha made her escape after the Doctor whispered an instruction to her, by teleporting out with Jack's Vortex Manipulator.
Then came the year that never was. The Master ordered the Toclafane to eliminate one tenth of the worlds population, and through the Paradox machine, the Toclafane came in waves by the million, slaughtering humans by seemingly random selection. The Master kept Jack in a separate room so that he could be killed over and over again. Marthas Mother and sister were put to work in maids outfits, and the Doctor was housed like a pet dog with straw on the floor, underneath a cloth tent. The Master was enjoying their suffering too much, and all the while, Lucy Saxon, his faithful wife, stood and watched him, never questioning him once.
The Master put further things into motion, setting up shipyards to create large rockets from scrap. Thousands of ships, covering mass amounts of land cropped up over that year. Travel became severely restricted for those still alive on the planet, and the human race lived in fear. He had planned to take his Time Lord empire further and into the stars.
Martha was eventually caught and brought back to the Valiant. She revealed the plan to The Master, what she had been doing the whole time she had traveled the Earth, just as the clock was counting down. His plan had been ruined. The Doctor was restored back to his old self, thanks to the very thing the Master had created. The Archangel Network. Afraid to the point of paralysis, the Master curled up against a wall. The Doctor whispered the words he had feared the most from him. I forgive you.
Jack was given the order to destroy the Paradox machine, by thw Doctor, and took off with the help of some of the guards. The Master, using the Vortex Manipulator taken from Martha, teleported himself and The Doctor back down to the surface, on a ledge above one of the large shipping docks. There, The Master threated to detonate them all, killing everyone. The Doctor reminded The Master that he could never kill himself, calling his bluff. And with that The Doctor teleported them both back on board the Valiant. Jack destroyed the Paradox machine the moment they arrived, and the Masters grand plan lay in ruins.
Time reset itself back to just after the President was killed and everything returned to normal. The Master had to get away... so he ran. Unfortunately, he ran right into Jack who was waiting at the door. The Doctor claimed he would take responsibility for The Master, keeping him on board the TARDIS. The Master laughed... Spending an eternity with The Doctor?! Not a chance. Francine stepped forward, holding a gun, pointing it at the Master. He taunted and teased her to do it and so she walked closer and closer to him, all the while in the background The Doctor tried to talk her out of it but it was no use... She continued slowly forward, hands trembling. The Master grinned and tugged his wrists free from Jacks grasp, grabbing the gun from her and in one swift movement, he turned and pulled the trigger, shooting Jack in the face. He turned back to face the others and grinned, pointing the gun at each of them individually. He grabbed the Vortex Manipulator and... poof... he was gone. The Master had escaped...
Third Person Sample: "Two minutes 'till showtime!"
The sharp dressed Time Lord leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers together, a sly smile accentuating a rather smug expression. Then, a quick turn of his chair, seemingly more propelled by his laughter than the slight push off with his foot. As the chair came to a slow and steady halt, he leaned over, picking a small red rubber ball from the floor, throwing it at the opposite wall to catch it. His smile faded, and an air of boredom took over.
The atmosphere in the rest of the room was entirely different. It was far from relaxed and closer to raw fear. The few people in the room with The Master were the privileged few who had been picked out for their skills. One who could work a boom mic, the other who could work a camera and the third just to hold a reflector. He wanted to look good for the camera after all. Good lighting, good sound so that everyone heard his voice... and just the right angles for the last broadcast.
"One minute!" came the follow up call.
The Master simply rolled his eyes and continued to wait. The longer the silence went on, the more impatient he got. The longer each second stretched itself, the louder the drumming got in his head boomed. He threw the ball again, bouncing it off the wall, catching it on the rebound. His other hand lay flat on the large rosewood desk, his fingers drumming that pattern, that rhythm that haunted his every living moment.
Fifteen seconds..."
The Master came out of his focused state and turned around in his seat, the ball still firmly clenched in one hand.
Ten... nine... eight... seven.... six... five..."
A quick adjustment to his tie, a clearing of the throat...
"Four... three..." The last two digits were simply signaled by hand. Now they were live on air.
"Greetings" he said simply. A smile spread across his face similar to that of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, a delightful madness sparkling in his eyes. Eyes that were much too young for his soul, so to speak. "It's hard to think it's only been a few weeks, isn't it?" he clasped his fingers together and rested both hands on the small red ball. "Ah, but time flies when you're having fun!" He leaned forward a touch, as if he were getting more personal with the viewer. "Things are about to change. I've recently heard of this wonderful little thing called 'curfew'. Your societies have been known to keep children and parolled prisoners to this sort of time keeping system, I see. Well, seeing as your all officially mine, you'll all be keeping to a curfew. Indoors, all the time, all of you" he grinned proudly. "I will however allow medics to travel providing they are carrying the appropriate identification. Now you can't say I'm not a nice person, can you?" he mocked. "Oh and of course, I'll be needing well..." he paused to tap his bottom lip thoughtfully. "A lot of you" he smiled, resting his hands in the last position again. "I have work to be done and plenty of it. You will be rounded up and brought in to work in the shipyards, helping me create the vessels for my Empire. Isn't it exciting?!" he beamed with psychotic enthusiasm. "All metal, scrap and otherwise will be transported to the shipyards for processing. No if's, no buts... just bolts and nuts" he paused, taking a few relaxed breaths. "Let me think, what else did I mean to tell you? Oh!" he snapped his fingers. "Yes, I remember. As of the moment this transmission ends, there will be no more broadcasts. No more audio, no more visual... nothing" He picked up the ball and bounced it as hard as he could from the table, watching it fly up and away.
In a strange, creeping manner, The Master climbed over his desk and moved towards the lone camera. Peering into the lens up close, he smiled and waved, swinging the camera around towards the deathly pale man, operating it. "Say goodbye to the nice people at home" The Master said, grabbing the shaken human by the hair, his other hand pointing towards the camera. With wide eyes, the man slowly turned his head as best he could, and raised a hand in a terrified shake.
With a disgusted look, The Master let him go, pushing him down to the floor. Another fluid motion brought his hand around to reach into his jackets inside pocket, pulling out the laser screwdriver. He pointed it at the fallen cameraman, and smirked, pressing the little delicate button, shooting an orange beam at him. The reflector was the first to hit the floor, and then the boom mic as the Master shot of two more beams at the remaining two make shift crew members, and they too hit the floor.
The Master turned to face the camera... The last thing anyone saw was his smile and then... nothing.
Journal: themaster_ themaster_ Played-By: John Simm Room Preference: Single Suite 62 Was this character held for you? Under what journal? Varyn / synchestra. Technically both.