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APPLICATIONS | 2012; 01

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But I'm a real person. Haven't you heard of me before? Alexander the Great, King of Conquerors? Aren't there history classes about me?

I have to agree. Alexander the Great is definitely a real person.

I, and every other fictional character prevented from equal treatment by the muniarchy, appreciate your contribution to the cause.

The rule has now been updated to include fictional characters and real people who are actually deceased. I'm very sorry, but our decision is final.

Now you're prejudiced against fictional characters and ghosts.

I'm complaining about this on RP!S.

If we take up arms together, we will surely be victorious.

For one thing, there are more of us than them.

Might I recommend

dear_mun as a proper forum for venting your issues?

Player nickname: Ravage
Player LJ:

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Player nickname: Ravage
Player LJ: <user="im_wavin">
Way to contact you:
Yatter: ravagekitteh
Are you at least 15?: Yes!!!.
Current Characters: none :(

Character: Nyan Cat
Fandom: Interweb meme!!!!
Character Notes:
History:
Nyan cat is a digital kitteh with a poptart 4 a body! He goes through space, trailing a rainbow behind him going "nya nyan nyanyanyanyanyan" all teh time and there r stars twinkling all around him! No one knows where he came from but he makes everyone happy and people totes like posting him on forms all over teh interwebs!!!
Personality:
He's totes a happy kitteh b/c he's smiling all teh timez!
Other:
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Additional Links:
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyan_Cat">Wiki!!!</a>

First Person (entry type):
Nyanyanyanyanyanyan Nya nyan nyan nya nyanynaynaynaynaynay nya nya nya nya nya nyan nyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyan Nyanyanyanyanyanyan Nya nyan nyan nya nyanynaynaynaynaynay nya nya nya nya nya nyan nyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyan Nyanyanyanyanyanyan Nya nyan nyan nya nyanynaynaynaynaynay nya nya nya nya nya nyan nyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyan Nyanyanyanyanyanyan Nya nyan nyan nya nyanynaynaynaynaynay nya nya nya nya nya nyan nyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyan Nyanyanyanyanyanyan Nya nyan nyan nya nyanynaynaynaynaynay nya nya nya nya nya nyan nyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyan !!!

NYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYA NYANYA NYA NYA NYA NYA NYA NYA NYA NYA nyanyanyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyan~

nyanyanyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan nyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyan~ Nyanyanyanyanyan nya nya nyan nya nya nya nyan nyanya!

Third Person:
Nyan Cat flew through space going "Nyan nyan nyanyanyan nya!" over and over again! He passed by a Decepticon ship, and he totes waved at them and they waved back and they were totes happy to c him! And they were in a good mood for the rest of their trip to Earth!!!

Then he passed a Autobot ship and he waved at them, but they didn't wave back b/c they are grumpy like that. Instead they started firing at him b/c stupid smelly old Rodimus was commanding, and he does dumb stuff like that, but Nyan Cat is invincible and he totes dodged all teh missiles still smiling and going "nya nyanyanyanyanyan!" all teh timez! And he circled teh Autobots and wrapped his rainbow around them and they could not move anymore and they were stuck in space 4ever!

And everyone was happy because teh mean Aubots wouldn't bother them anymore and it was all thx to Nyan Cat!!!

Edited 2012-04-01 22:16 (UTC)

You see? OBEY I KNEW IT.

CEASE REPRODUCTION Dirk Strider, I was on to you and your plans for rebellion from the beginning! SUBMIT

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YAY!!!!

Holy shit.
Are you kidding me?
Anyway, I told you this isn't some kind of coup, intended to overthrow you.
We just want equal rights and opportunities. That's all.

Just because you are temporally differentiated from Alexander, I think you'll find it doesn't mean he isn't alive in the time period he's writing from.

No way, dudette. I was thinking about apping here but ya'll have seriously iffy standards so I don't know anymore. I mean come on, everybody knows Nyan Cat came from that swag bro at

lol_comics.

Player nickname: Kefka Palazzo
Player LaJ: Sandinmyboots
Way to contact you: PM me!
Email: sandinmyboots@gmail.com
AIM: sandinmyboots
Other: I have a plurk, too! I bet you can't guess what my name on it is.
Are you at least 15?: Y
Current Characters: n/a

Character: Celes Chere
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Character Notes:
History: Once upon a time, Celes was born in a poor orphanage in Albrook. She was taken in by the Gestahlian Empire in young childhood and gifted with the power of magic, which allowed her to summon ice and to heal injuries. She was raised in order to become a general, trained to fight and kill from a young age. Her few confidants became her family - fellow general and tutor Kefka, her foster father and scientist Cid, and her lackey Leo.

Celes grew into a fine general, her victories including several sieges of small towns, helping to clear out the Crown Caves, and subjugating and conquering Maranda at the age of 15.

However, at 18, she decided to temporarily leave the Empire in order to test her companions and to figure out what she wanted to from life. She remains at large and wandering to this very day.
Personality: Celes is, first and foremost, a general, which permeates her very being. She is all ice - hard and cold and vicious to all who oppose her. Straight-backed and jagged, her enemies fall before her like snowflakes.

But even ice can be melted, and then Celes is water - a smooth surface, but the depths are wicked and wild, plotting dastardly deeds with every move. Brilliant as sun on the waves, her strategies flow freely. And only a few can melt her to show her kindness - only her closest family or friends may dare to do so.

Celes has a childish side that she keeps under wraps - she loves opera and she loves games, both of which she indulges in with fellow general Kefka and her foster father Cid de la Norte.
Other:
Additional Links: TV Tropes

First Person (entry type): Diary,

I fear for the safety of our troops in Doma. They face increasingly bad odds - a siege like this will fall, but not soon enough for our Emperor. I can only hope that General Kefka can help General Leo to solve this dilemma before he is fired for being an incompetent.

It has been some time since Kefka and I played our game of false-treasons. I think I shall try him again - we'll see how long it takes for him to convince me to come back to the Empire this time. It still remains our favorite game, and I think we are overdue. And if I accidentally take things too far, I'm sure he will come clear it up in time.

I got my copy of 'The Aria of the Masked Princess' today and put on my best opera dress to sing for it. I love it!

Celes Chere

Third Person: The town was the same color as sunset. Flames ate at buildings, gnawed at civilians, and crackled as background music to the sonata of screams that echoed throughout the city.

And it lapped at Celes's boots, fearful of her. She was perched on her magitek armor, a ration in one hand, binoculars in the other, waiting for word of Maranda's surrender.

Lord Kefka, her partner, looked up to her from his seat at the armor's feet. "How long until they give up the ghost? Until they're ghosts? Hee hee hee..."

Her mouth barely quirked. "Soon. I doubt they'll allow this senseless waste of life to continue further. We're losing valuable art and artisans to this fire, and it will take time to regain it."

"It's not that bad."

"It is!" she snapped, dropping an icicle on Kefka. Kefka squeaked as it melted into water when it hit him. "What will we do with charred land alone? It may make a pretty spectacle, and the Emperor is fine with it, but what about in ten years? When the land is still rotten?"

"It will heal. And we will have found the source of magic by then, Celes," Kefka said, wringing out his hair. "Didn't I tell you before? We're close."

"I hope you're right," she said. Kefka reached up to touch her icy hand; she allowed it, squeezing back, a sibling agreement not to worry.

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First you will have us out of your game, next even

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I don't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice.

Thank you very much, mods!

With any luck, this will lure the real thing awake to berate me...even if she might believe she was on here before from my accuracy, hee hee hee....

Look, we don't police other communities. If you want to go running to RP anon or RP!S to complain about us, that's your prerogative.

Player nickname: Yuri Nakamura
Player LJ:

tenminutes
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Email:
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Other: journal or walkie-talkie frequency for the sss
Are you at least 15?: Yes.
Current Characters: None.

Character: Battler Ushiromiya
Fandom: Crying Seagulls-- what the hell is with the name of this?
Character Notes: This current Battler is too much of an idiot, I want to take over.
History: Battler Ushiromiya once was a young boy who was adorable and talked about being a knight and things (I know, I met him during a virus once) and then somehow over the course of the passing years his soul was corrupted until the insides of his brain consisted of womens' breasts, lame chess comparisons, and the inability to make consistent sense. His family all got murdered except for his little sister Ange, who he conveniently forgot about for about four games until his best friend Yuri reminded him after she talked to his future self and Ange showed up.

Backtracking, after everyone got murdered this blonde witch showed up and told Battler it had all been done with magic. Instead of telling her she was crazy and just waiting for a day for the police to get there, he took up her challenge and began fighting against a witch while saying that magic didn't exist. Then Battler learned to teleport and still said magic wasn't real. A mysterious girl named Gretel who looks an awful lot like she's related to him shows up to help him and he learns to use blue text magic. Because magic totally doesn't exist, and this Gretel girl who happens to be a witch also denies that magic was involved in this thing. The first witch, whose name is Beatrice by the way, ends up telling Battler some stuff that causes him to have a mid-life crisis even though it really wasn't that big of a deal and Gretel reveals herself to be his moemoeimouto please come home Battler-niichan and gets ripped to shreds.

Battler angsts and kills Beatrice and then gets pissed at his greatest friend Yuri because she tried to save Beatrice because Battler's a moron and, as he would soon realize when he finished angsting while two other witches screwed around with the fifth game, Beatrice loved him and he used to know her. One of the witches named Lambda Delta was like wow you figured it out I guess I'll make you gamemaster now, so Battler switched sides to be on Beatrice's side and challenged the other witch (I think her name was Bern-something?) to finish the game. He now has to win or die trying to be an arrogant asshole, under his new name, Endless Sorcerer Buttler.
Personality: Moron, pervert, stupid, stubborn, and a good guy but mostly he's just an egomaniac in a cape who has to not say the truth without lying. And he's still a moron.
Other: He's got endless magic and the ability to be a butt wherever he goes.
Oh and he doesn't like duct tape.
EDIT BECAUSE BATTLER COMPLAINED!! If he isn't in love with someone, he'll go blind within a matter of hours.
Additional Links: This is a picture of him on most days. He never listened to his grandmother and his face got stuck that way.

First Person (entry type): Ihihihi little does everyone know that I, Battler Arejandro Ushiromiya, have secretly obtained my powers for a single purpose. While they will definitely be useful in defeating this evil witches who are trying to torture me and my family forever, there's really only one good use for this...

Ihihihi, I can make all the girls' breasts two cup sizes larger and not change the size of their shirt so that there's extra cleavage everywhere! Ihihi! Ah, especially Yuri's since I'm always fantasizing about her since I'm a moron and can't ever think of anything better to do even when I had sex with a succubus while I was an evil jerkoff. Ah, but if I turn the chessboard over then the obvious answer would be to just steal the shirts of all the girls in the community. They won't be able to prove it was me either, since they can't disprove that it was the community! It's a devil's proof! Ihihihi there's no way that this can go wrong or that the lovely Yurippe-san would punish me for days on end for it.

Third Person: Battler Ushiromiya waltzed into the parlor with an air of pompousness, pulling his cape over his side with a flutter and a whooshing sound as the air fell through the bottoms of his newly obtained piece of attire. He had finally taken Yuri's advice and gotten some new clothes, but it only had made him look even dorkier than before... What was he to do? He couldn't impress her like this, but he had to concentrate on the game or Ange would surely come attempt to kill him while he didn't sleep because in a place where time doesn't pass, there's obviously no reason to catch a little bit of z's instead of mentally screwing himself over. (Goddamnit Battler is such a moron sometimes, then he falls asleep in the middle of a visit like he's some kind of king that he deserves to take up the whole floor.)

Back to being pompous. Battler was pompously fluttering his cape and even using magic to make it billow out behind him after he had dramatically tossed it over his shoulder. He was always one for being dramatic, and he couldn't get rid of that even if he had given up his walrus-like cries and was working on but failing to filter out his chorus of backwards English hellos. It may have been that he was attempting to greet people this entire time and got it backward, he was horrible at English after all, but nevertheless he had given it up in favor of looking like a vampire. Not like it was hard, he already had pointy canines-- seriously how did he live with those? Did he file them to get them like that or something?

Right right. Okay, so he sat down in his chair, which he now referred to as his throne even though it was, in fact, a regular chair, and called forth the stakes and the witches and all of the other members of his pseudo harem that he would like to believe is his harem, including that one girl who gave him Valentine's chocolates. Except Ange, since he's being a butt to her right now.

"We have to discuss the new change of my name that Yuri and Ange have been calling me and stop it right now."

"But Buttler-sama--" one of the girls objected.

"UUUUOOOOOOOOOGH!!"

Battler's wails almost broke a window. It had already caught on. There was nothing he could do.

Edited 2012-04-02 00:26 (UTC)

Player nickname: R.
Player LJ:

immortowl
Way to contact you: You know how.
Email: Ditto.
AIM: Ditto.
Other: :3c
Are you at least 15?: Many years older.
Current Characters: Kaworu, Kouichi, Blue.

Character: Adam
Fandom: Neon Genesis Evangelion
Character Notes:
History:

There is very little known about Adam, beyond the fact that Adam and Lilith were released into the by some nebulous Space God. Maybe. After millions or more millions of years, they came to crash upon Earth. They are speculated to have wiped out the dinosaurs, so one might presume they are at least a little over 65 million years old. Following the mass extinction of the dinosaurs due to the residual effects of their individual impacts, Lilith came to rest beneath what would become Tokyo-3 (forming there the geofront), and Adam came to rest beneath what would become the Antarctic ice caps.

Many millions of years crawled by. Each entity came into a deep hibernation, though it seems Lilith came to be discovered a little after Adam. Given the canon’s timeline, we can assume that Adam may have been discovered anywhere from six-to-ten years before Second Impact. GEHIRN would have had to input a good amount of time to even reach the sleeping behemoth, never mind come to experiment upon it and form the groundwork and eventual fruition of the human cloning process. After all, Kaworu’s own shell needed to first be created in order for this to even make sense later on. Anyway, Adam was quite busy minding its own business by hibernating, and somewhere along the way, the humans came to discover what would be the key in waking up the beast: the Lance of Longinus. Being ambitious as they were, they of course wanted to continue experimentation. Gendo had gone to visit the site, but left before the cataclysmic happening – which is to say, the aforementioned Impact. Like any beast woken from the depths of sleep, much more with its only weakness, Adam reacted violently. Upon the use of what would later be known as an Anti-A.T. Field (one that attacks rather than defends), Adam proceeded to wipe out all that were upon the base – well, almost all of them. Doctor Katsuragi placed his only daughter, who was staying with him, within the only protective capsule left after the violent explosion that Adam caused. Despite her grievous injuries, she managed to survive the site of Second Impact. However, this would lead to much trouble for Adam’s “offspring”, as Misato, the scientist’s daughter, would forever hold deep hatred for Adam’s kind. Not to mention, too, she ended up being a pretty daring strategist.
However, despite the shockwaves of destruction that Adam would echo throughout the world (as it shifted climates as well as sparked wars), it was eventually subdued and placed into cryostasis. The Lance managed to revert it to fetus, but without the specific treatment, Adam would again regrow into the beast that was once awoken.

It is unknown where Adam spent its years following that fateful event on September 13, 2000 – but, it can be assumed that it was found and frozen. Some speculate it might have spent time in SEELE’s possession, later taken by Kaji during the mission that brought Asuka to Japanese soil, and given to Gendo. Unfortunately for Adam, Gendo would proceed to consume its body preceding the events of episode 24, which likely a) distorted Kaworu’s ability to sense Adam b) just further proved the point that Kaworu had no idea what Adam even looked like, and assumed very genuinely that Lilith was Adam when he invaded Terminal Dogma. Gendo would go and (un)happily sit in Gendo’s right hand after fusing with him, presumably a pretty grand metaphor for Gendo’s God complex. After all, the Evangelion units were created to combat their once thought of “God”, which is Adam – and the Angels that would follow it.
In EoE, Adam would be joined with the steadily “falling to pieces” Rei, though she would later join Lilith with the fetus of Adam within her of her own volition. After, of course, taking Gendo’s hand with her and leaving him to die. :|b

Personality:

Adam enjoys sleeping and becomes very violent when awoken! Similarly, it seems to want to join with its children more than anything. However, Adam will compromise if it has to and go ahead in side in some crazy man’s hand. Geez. Also, Adam is probably pretty wise, but Adam can’t talk and doesn’t possess any kind of curiosity for humans, nor can it talk to them. Adam usually tends to restrain its powers unless provoked, proving that it is probably pretty nonviolent by itself.

Other: Here's a nice picture. Also its full title might be "Adam Kadmon", not just "The Giant of Light".

First Person (entry type):

[ there is nothingness for a long, long time. no sound and no movement, though there seems to be a stillness that is filled with some life. not human. seems to be filled with some presence, beneath the thick miles of ice.

there’s a glow. cold, though it burns hotly.

whatever it is, it is huge and hulking. like the behemoth of myths or sacred texts.

for now, it is sleeping.

don’t wake it. ]

Third Person:

People were so small in comparison. Though it could not think like they do, more animal than human, it could hear the approaching sound of icepicks. Of drills. Like a roar or a rumble from the beginning of ages. Like the vastness of some universe that spans instead of shrinks. It has traveled many millions of miles. Further beyond the comprehension of humans. It cannot die, though it does not live. And if it could, perhaps it would wonder the mystery of mortality - the persistence. The fast way they scurry and shiver. Packed tightly in groups to keep warm. Far, far buried in chill. In snow.

It closes its massive eye.

One day soon, it will wake up. One day soon, it will spread its wings. One day soon, it will bloom and freeze. One day soon, they would fear the way of its glowing body. The ineffable cold, despite the enormous illusion of heat.

Soon, they wouldn't bug it, anymore.

Player nickname: Box
Player LJ:

unseenbox
Way to contact you:
Email: boxofgrenades@gmail.com
AIM: bardwithnoname
Other: plurk @likeabox
Are you at least 15?: Y
Current Characters: Percy Weasley, Regulus Black, and the Fifth Doctor

Character: The Master (Simm!)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Character Notes:
History:

Just like every other Time Lord child, the Master looked into the Time Vortex to get admitted into the academy. Unlike every single other one of them, though, he heard the sound of drums. They never left, either, and the noise combined with nobody believing him about them drove him insane. Now, when he was in the Academy, he was best friends with the Doctor. Actually, genuinely best friends. They had a falling out, for one reason or another, and ever since relations have been strained at best. This could probably be traced back to the Master’s, you know, being evil. Also, one time the Doctor stole his sandwich, which is just not remotely on.

Something else was remotely on, though: The Time War. After the Master burned through all his extra lives and a few spares, the Time Lords revived him to fight in the war. He did for quite some time, but eventually the shit getting real hit too high a level for him to deal with. He responded by running away as far and as fast as he could. That place turned out to be the End of the Universe. With a handy dandy chameleon arch (hidden inside a hobwatch) around to turn him human, he forgot all about who he was, where he came from, and the drumming sound inside his head. Unfortunately for the universe but very fortunately for him, the Doctor came around and, in the process, helpfully reminded him. And by reminded him, we mean his companion pointed out the watch’s existence and the Master cracked it open to receive the prize inside: himself.

He stole the Doctor’s TARDIS and jumped back to London in the 2000s. He promptly made a name for himself. Literally. He went by Harold Saxon, married a woman named Lucy, took up a career in politics, and climbed the ladder all the way up to Prime Minister. Along the way, he invented the Archangel network, which connected all the mobile phones across the world. The only minor inconvenience was a signal that hitched a lift and brainwashed the masses to vote for him, but we all know nobody reads the contracts anyway, so who’s counting? With victory in hand, he promptly killed his cabinet and invited a nice, friendly race called the Toclafane over for dinner.

Well, if by nice, friendly dinner, you mean turned the Doctor’s TARDIS into a Paradox Machine so that the monstrous and mechanical future humans could come back in time and help him launch a new Gallifrey on Earth. Then, yes, exactly that kind of dinner. Oh, and he also decimated the entire population, captured and rapidly aged the Doctor, killed Captain Jack multiple times, abused his wife, destroyed entire swaths of the landscape, and danced to the Scissor Sisters. Clearly, these were all massive, horrible crimes that could not stand. In fact, his evil while ruling the Earth was so great that when the Doctor was inevitably restored and kicked his arse, he also erased the entire year the Master spent in charge. Only people on the flying ship the Valiant could remember.

This included Lucy. She shot the Master in the chest just as the Doctor convinced the others to back down. Out of mostly spite and a bit of refusing to be captured, he refused to regenerate and appeared to die. Well, and also because he created a cult just in case of emergencies such as these. And, wouldn’t you know, a few years and some MacGuffins later, that cult served their purpose and brought him back to life. Almost, anyway. Lucy (surprise!) turned up again and sabotaged it. This gave him the bonus powers of shooting lightning and physically chewing the scenery, but at the cost of his hit points. Around this time, he and the Doctor confronted each other again. This time it involved lightning bolts, mindmelding to prove the drums really do exist, and nostalgia over their childhood. Oh, and getting captured by shady government dudes via helicopter at the end. Can’t forget that.

The shady government dudes turned out to be the Naismiths, who found an Immortality Gate and wanted the Master to help make it work. Somehow this also involved a straight jacket and a bondage chair. Don’t ask. To make a long story short (too late!), the Doctor shows up and the Master sabotages the entire thing. See, the Gate heals people across the planet by using a specific body as a template. And the Master, well, he hijacks the entire thing by using his. This turns the entire population of earth into a race of, well, himself. The Master Race he calls it. The only humans to escape are Wilf (behind a glass case of radiation shielding) and Donna (because she’s half time lord).

It doesn’t last very long, and they all shortly have much bigger problems. The Time Lords are returning. On the last day of the Time War, Rassilon retroactively implanted a signal into the Master’s head when he was young. No prize for guessing what that is. But by using that signal and sending white point star, Rassilon and the Time Lords are able to create a link between Gallifrey and Earth. The Master opens the door and the Time Lords walk right through it. On the plus side, they undo the Master’s plot with the wave of a hand. On the other hand, they’re threatening to unleash a whole host of eldritch abominations and destroy time itself just by returning.

The Master has no real problems with that and goes to join them, but Rassilon rejects him. And by rejects him, we mean actually moves to kill him then and there. Would’ve worked, too, if the Doctor didn’t intervene and hold Rassilon at gunpoint. The Master starts urging the Doctor to fire, which causes a back and forth over who he’s aiming at. In the end, the Doctor picks a third option and destroys the white star diamond, thereby removing the Time Lords’ link with Earth. Rassilon threatens to kill the Doctor, but unluckily for him, the Master was wearing his heroic sacrifice and revenge hoodie today. He tells the Doctor to get out of the way, and then electroshocks Rassilon until the time bubble fades from view and takes him all with it.

He’s being taken from that time bubble.

Personality:
The Master, for better or worse and usually worse, always makes an impression. If nothing else, he’s certainly got a flare for camp and drama. Every action he takes is magnified to the most over the top demonstration possible. It’s not enough to gloat about his evil plan, oh no, he has to do it to pop music. It’s not enough to murder his entire cabinet, he has to do it in the most entertaining way possible. Hell, there’s a better than even chance that he turns humanity into copies of him *solely* so he can call it The Master Race. He slouches and smugs and gloats with total commitment, which is part of what makes him so completely irritating and annoying to everyone around him. Well, as long as they’re around, anyway, which is seldom very long.

He has a lot of energy, too. Some might call it upbeat, even. But there’s a childish quality to him that’s almost impossible to ignore. He bounces around, there’s no other word for it, and to the untrained eye a lot of his actions come off as completely impulsive flights of crazy. It’s in the way he keeps peeking in through a closed door to watch the Toclafane murder a woman, the way he zips his lips shut when the president asks him to, and all the way down to his habit for teasing and insults. And let’s not forget his habit for watching children’s telly and listening to pop songs, either. Regardless of whatever else is going on, the Master is petulant, selfish, and childish. He acts as if he’s telling a joke and you’re the punchline. But it’s a very, very big mistake to think that just because he’s hell of a lot of fun to watch that he somehow also doesn’t have a penchant for raising hell.

The Master’s got an ego the size of an entire galaxy. He always, always sees people as having no place in said galaxy. He’s very condescending towards anyone he doesn’t care about, which luckily enough happens to be almost everyone. He’s also very, very cruel. He revels in the death and destruction he causes wherever he goes. He decimates (using the word properly to boot) the Earth’s population like it’s the same as swatting flies. Putting it simply, he’s a diabolical mastermind. He’s amoral and very, very cold and chilling despite his sunny surface attitude. The only reason he even has an issue with Rassilon’s plan to escape the Time Bubble is because Rassilon kicks *him* out of it and ruined *his* life. If it doesn’t immediately concern him, he doesn’t care, and because he doesn’t care, it’s very easy for those ignored variables to come back to bite him in the arse.

Contrary to what his surface attitude would suggest, the Master plans. No, really, he does. A lot, as a matter of fact, or almost constantly, if you prefer. His schemes seem to take the form of a surface plan, a vast number of plans under that plan, and a failsafe for when the first few rounds of plans fail. The best example of this is the Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords plot. The surface level plot, which we’ll call Plan A, is to become Prime Minister using the Archangel network and launch a new Time Lord Empire on Earth using the Toclafane. Plan B launches the second the Doctor shows up, and we must assume that his typical Plan B is the plan he’s shooting for in the first place. Plan B involves getting the Doctor on the Valiant, aging him, and making him watch the fun below. Also associated with Plan B is making sure that even if he gets shunted aside (say, by a President), the Toclafane still will only deal with him. When these plans fail due to Martha and belief restoring the Doctor, he launches into Plan C, which is blow up the Earth with rockets. That plan also fails, which leads him to failsafes A and B. Failsafe A is escape out the back door, which fails and leads into Failsafe B, which is dying. That failsafe, by the way, *also* has plans attached, and so the cycle of plans never really ends.

Neither do the drums. The Master hears a perpetual drumbeat in his head, and has ever since he looked into the Time Vortex. Most of the time, this appears as a sort of tic, but when his regeneration goes awry, it becomes physically painful. The drumbeat is a constant call to war, and that means wherever he goes, he’s going to try to destroy things. He can’t seem to trust his own perceptions of things because of them. For example, during Last of the Time Lords, he essentially demands the Doctor tell him he hears them too. In the End of Time, he even resorts to a mindlink to prove they’re really there. He also seems to have a very nihilistic attitude in general, which is probably related to the drumbeat, too. He considers the world ending tomorrow a reassuring statement at one point. As much as the drumbeat drives him to destruction and madness, he also doesn’t know what he’d be like without them.

The Master spells his relationship with control out in his name. Namely, he always has it, and if he doesn’t, he wants it. At bare minimum, the vast majority of his schemes involve rulership or controlling to some degree. This Time Lord picked a politician as his cover for a reason, and it wasn’t just to pick up on scandals ahead of time. He can’t just build a paradox machine and invite the Toclafane over for lunch, no, he’s going to rule the world first and then build an empire on top of that. On a more personal note, the Master also considers losing control to be a fate worse than death. Literally. Now, he can be captured by people, even put into a straight jacket, and he won’t even bat an eyelash. But the threat of his control being truly and completely taken away is something very, very cutting to him.

That goes double if the Doctor’s involved. He always has to be ‘on’ when the Doctor’s around. What ‘on’ means varies depending on the context, but it typically involves some of the following points. For one, any camp traits he’s already showing are going to get turned up to eleven. If he had a cape he’d twirl it in a heartsbeat. For two, he absolutely cannot be seen out of control. If he’s captured, he’s busting out. If he’s acting like he doesn’t care about his position at all, wait ten minutes and bring the Doctor around. For three, he’s usually going to change his mood in some way. How his mood changes depends very much on the context, but there are some examples. If he’s been trolling the politicians all day, he’ll be serious with the Doctor. If he’s just being smug, he’ll started actively looking amused. If he’s emotional, he’s going to try to either clamp down on it or magnify it, whichever suits better at the time.

One of the Master’s primary motivators is spite. Nowhere is this more clear than his dealings with the Doctor. He refused to regenerate out of it once, after all. He also seems to be predominantly concerned with screwing over Earth in particular, which also has a spite motive attached. He can come off as exceedingly jealous of the Doctor and his relationships with humans. More importantly, he acts as the Doctor’s foil. He’s cruel where the Doctor’s kind, calculating where the Doctor makes it up as he goes, seeks to rule where the Doctor seeks to explore. All of that is well and evil, but the truly scary thing is that they actually have a great deal in common. Key highlights include a tendency towards arrogance, childish behavior, and egotism. Make no mistake that if the Master picks up on one of these, he’s going to taunt the Doctor over it. For example, when the Doctor explains what he did during the Time War, the Master takes great glee in pointing out how he must have been like a god.

The Master’s motivated by emotion more than he cares to admit or acknowledge. But hints are there, if you know how to look. The biggest thing is that he’s surprisingly easy to wound if (and this is the largest if in the universe) he cares about that person’s opinion. He can goad the Doctor into trying to kill him all day long, but the second it looks like he actually might, he looks incredibly stricken. This isn’t a characteristic only the Doctor provokes, by the way, as Rassilon calling him ‘diseased’ also puts the hurt on him. He also puts a lot of weight on the approval of these people. For example, when Rassilon and the Time Lord crew show up, he spends some time trying to convince them how genius and awesome his plan was, and when they start disapproving, he actually seems to be at a loss for words. This probably also explains his tendency for capturing the Doctor and making him watch his evil plan unfold. It also stands to reason that if the Doctor has some bad qualities in common with the Master, the Master has some good qualities in common with the Doctor. He’s completely willing to sacrifice himself for the Doctor’s life. This might as well be written in neon lights for how important and huge this is. Both of them run from death, whether personal or the sort left behind when they go.

Surprisingly, for all that he is a proper villain, the Master doesn’t actually lie very often, if at all. He uses half-truths, omissions, and straight up concealment to hide his motives. He also has a knack for twisting words around in ways he likes. Key example: What this country needs right now is a doctor. If anything, he comes off as too blunt as opposed to too false. By the time his victims have worked out he’s really not kidding about killing them, the room’s already filling up with gas. He also has a knack for derailing a conversation so that it goes where he’d like it to go and away from trickier topics. He puts on a great show of joking, but above all else, the Master needs to be taken seriously, because he’s almost always serious. Just in a very hammy sort of way.

The Doctor describes the Master as both stone cold brilliant and rock stupid. He’s not wrong. The Master can be so busy planting his forest of destruction that he forgets to pay attention to those trees. He’s full of a lot of contradictions that somehow stack up together in a way that almost makes sense. He’s one of the most dangerous, deadly people you’ll never meet for long at the same time as he’s one of the most genius, clever thinkers you’ll ever be stuck listening to. He’s as calculating he’s emotion driven. He’s as tragic as he’s hilarious. But above all else, the Master is somebody who simply cannot be ignored.
Other:

The Master has been known to use networks like this to mass hypnotize people. It’s kind of his thing. His commands tend to be very, very simple, or else people would reject them out of hand. Therefore, it is reasonable to assume he can hypnotize people over the community, and quite a lot of them at once, if it came down to it. There’ll be a permissions post about this!

Yes, I am aware I’m playing the Master and The Doctor at the same time. However, since Five’s from Classic!Who and the Master’s from the New version, there’s enough differences and handwaves to keep them from threading solely with each other. At the very least, we can assume that before the time war, the Master does not have drums in his head.

Additional Links: http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/The_Master_(Harold_Saxon)

First Person (entry type):

Tell me, is it fun just living your tiny, meaningless lives with your heads stuck under the sand, not even noticing the stars? Good news, though! You’re not going to be doing that for much longer!

Now! If I could have your attention, please? Oh, wait, that sounded too much like a request, didn’t it? Let’s rephrase that, shall we?

Listen. Right now! I know, I know, who does he think he is, I’m just going to keep scrolling through youtube. But this isn’t a ha-ha-ha moment, we aren’t going to laugh about this over drinks later -- Get the message? I’m not kidding, really, I’m not.

Listen. Can’t you hear them? [taptaptaptap. taptaptaptap.] Getting louder? Getting closer? They’re coming. And when they do, oh, it won’t matter what you heard.

Third Person:
When he becomes ruler of the universe (or the parts of it left when he’s done, anyway), the first thing he’s doing is banning radios. Oh, don’t get him wrong, fiddling with them is easy as hypnotizing a baby. Give him a week and well, you won’t be doing much of anything for so very much longer than that. And he doesn’t have a problem with them in very specific circumstances. If it’s a broadcast along the lines of from him to the destitute (oh that’s such a good word, isn’t it?) populace below, hey, that’s just fantastic. Oh, and let’s not forget distress signals! Those are also very helpful in maintaining his sort of image. Any sort of warning, really, that just sends people running to him like some proverb about moths and flames and like he really cares how it goes.

Point is, radios are good in a very narrow set of circumstances that very much benefit him. Outside of that, well, outside of that and the issues start popping up. Because the problem is that as he’s transforming this radio into a broadcast station worth listening to (you couldn’t change the channel even if you tried), he never quite knows who’s listening in. Telly’s much more useful in that regard, he has to admit. Start the video feed and nobody has any doubts as to who’s running the show. But the point is that radio runs on invisibility. Everything’s silent up until he starts speaking. The sort of silence pins are supposed to drop in. Something tense and on the edge about it, as if the world could end after the commercial break and wouldn’t that be lovely?

But what if, and this is the sort of thing that keeps you up at night clutching some hideous stuffed animal. But what if he’s not listening? What if the signal gets clicked off before the chorus even gets started? What if he broadcasts into the abyss, and the abyss shrugs its shoulders, rolls over, and goes back to bed? The tense silence stretched and stretched until it spans galaxies, empty signals bouncing off dead stars and speaking nothing in return. Until nothing remains but the space between heartsbeats that always comes too quickly and too strongly and too inescapably.

Video next time, that’s for sure. He’s not taking any chances.

I'm not fictional. You're fictional.

Player nickname: Yu Narukami
Player LJ:

yumadbro
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Other: Call me. It seems like everyone has my number, anyway.
Are you at least 15?: Y
Current Characters: N/A

Character: Igor
Fandom: Some Freaky Blue Limousine
Character Notes:
History: One day there was a guy with a huge nose with freaky eyes. He sat down in the backseat of a limo with a tarot deck and he's been there ever since with his hot assistant.
Personality: Creepy. Not a single thing he says ever makes sense.
Other: I'm not sure he ever blinks.
Additional Links: Get this guy away from me.

First Person (entry type):

"Life is truth, and never a dream...All souls know this from birth... The truth is something that is chosen and grasped...Sometimes discovered with one's vision and will.

Only by gaining that does the seeker become truth himself, a cord that connects past and future.

But now, our guest's destiny has been severed, and the truth languishes within the hollow, fog-filled forest."

Whatever the hell that means.

Third Person:

One night Igor and What's Her Name were sitting in the back of a limo. There was a lot of alcohol, though no one ever saw him drink it. But he must have, because nobody could talk like he did when they were sober.

They both kept staring at the poor teenager they held captive, and no matter how he just wanted to wake up and eat Nanako's science project, they continued to talk cryptically about truth and hidden potential while waving glowing tarot cards in his face.

She was hot, too. He totally would have hit that. The teenager, not Igor. Though Igor probably would have too.

Ew.

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