Post by The Professor on Nov 27, 2013 22:13:23 GMT
THE PROFESSOR
• You can do these things that I make you do, that’s why I make you do them.
I’m a teacher, and that’s what we do. •
• You can do these things that I make you do, that’s why I make you do them.
I’m a teacher, and that’s what we do. •
»»Full Name: Unknown
»»Nicknames: The Professor or Tobias "Tas" Chase
»»Birthday: November the first
»»Gender: Male
»»Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
»»Occupation: Student
»»Species: Time Lord
»»Eye Color: Silver
»»Hair Color: Orange
»»Height: Five feet, six inches
»»Weight: One Hundred Twenty-Three
»»Overall Appearance: The Professor is young and rather short in the grand scheme of things. He's hardly what you'd consider a proper professor, so must presume the name is a taunting sort of nickname alluding to his intelligence. He's no more than a teenager, by standards on both Gallifrey and Earth since he's within his first incarnation. He shows this youth with a lack of grace in his movements at times, and with the untempered curiosity simmering in his gaze.
There's an intensity in the reflective silver pools, as if he doesn't seem to think he has enough time to do what he feels is required of him. This impatience reveals itself in his pace, too-- the Professor is a very active individual who you might expect to take life at a run. He's downright fidgety, sometimes. Other times, he reveals a contrasting attentive attitude with an array of suitable expressions, from a simple calm gaze, to rapt interest.
In this form of himself, the Professor has very pale skin and silver eyes that seem to contain motion of their own, like heated metal burning and shifting constantly. But the real noticeable feature is his orange hair. Even when cut short, it seems to stand out in a crowd, as the uniquely red haired population are apt to do. Normally it's not short. Normally he sports a semi-mohawk hairdo that he feels deserves the attention he gets.
In terms of attire, the Professor really doesn't show much flare for color. The occasional splash here and there is fine, but rainbows are not something you'll likely see without a little coercion first. He prefers neutral colors, especially contrasting black and white. Most often he'll wear a pair of grey-ish black jeans, a dress shirt (black or white), sometimes a colored tie, a pair of black skater shoes, and a black leather jacket. As far as he knows that's as 'in style' as you have to be to fit in on other planets. Besides that, it seems to suit his namesake quite well.
»»Likes:
** It's hard to say the Professor has dislikes. Sure, there are things he's less fond of than others, but
this mild disinterest relative to all other things doesn't nullify his curiosity very much.
But sometimes, there's nothing to catch onto. No anger, no suffering, no sadness surrounding him. There's just people, and that means the Professor is himself. The true him is infinitely curious about everything, and patient when the answer isn't forthcoming. At the same time, he's in a rush, ready for the next event, ready to approach the universe to ask why. Yet, he's cautious, too. The caution is there, almost like his conscious, nagging there in his mind, begging him to consider consequences and to give the problems more time.
That voice, the caution, rarely surfaces. Instead it gets replaced with this sense of youthful invincibility that turns the Professor into a bit of a daredevil. He's just that-- a child. Still playful and easily amused, still prone to grasping very little despite all the facts he can rattle off. He's the child who would stare into an event horizon of a black hole and unflinchingly beg to go closer, regarding the danger as a byproduct of something worth knowing. Knowledge is both the Professor's greatest strength and weakness.
One would find it easy to manipulate the suspicious streak the Professor tries to conceal. With great curiosity comes great uncertainty. If nothing is absolute, how is trust possible? Likewise, how is commitment conceivable? Logically, the Professor has decided it simply isn't. As a result, his relationships tend to be shallow when he forms them. Sure, he's a pleasant fellow. Polite, usually unassuming, nice to speak to, ready to listen, comforting in a crisis. And very bright- oh, so very bright, as a pupil and a tutor.
He's just not invested in any particular person or thing. Not his family, not a field of study, and certainly not his peers. That isn't to say he doesn't have love for them. The Professor loves all things, which is why knowledge is so invaluable and why he must protect all things, even inanimate objects. To know more about something seems to be the most reverent appreciation he can express. To be loved in return, to see the endeavor of seeking understanding as more than a necessary scientific and personal pursuit, that's the danger. He's quite versed in doubting the reality of situations when he can say he doesn't have proof.
»»Family: The Historian -- 1300 -- researcher
The Caretaker -- 1250 -- nursery attendant and local child tender
»»Other Important People: None now
»»Pets: None currently
»»History: At eight years old his silver eyes filled with wonder as he stood in front of the Untempered Schism. In the moment, with the all encompassing light of the whole of creation reflecting in his eyes, he knew what promise the world needed from him. Nearby his elders waited, their eyes not focused on the remarkable gap of the universe, but instead, on the red-headed Gallifreyan youth. They thought he might go mad. It happened many times before to far more courageous and promising young boys. Of course, even the mad citizenry had their place on Gallifrey. Another possibility would be that they'd have to apprehend him instead, as they had tried to do to a certain infamous Time Lord and many others before. But no, this eight year old felt power, responsibility, purpose, and love. Love for all there was, love for all that would be.
Simultaneously he wanted to protect and empower the universe, to prevent all harm, and prepare them for even the most unlikely scenario. He wanted to teach them what was out there and stand by them while they utilized the knowledge and changed their words. But never changed his. His world seemed like a fixed time point to him. An unchanged progression where nothing was going to change. For a Time Lord such as himself, it seemed like a dull existence. He figured he'd be like his parents and leave the traveling to other Time Lords like the combative Doctor and the cowardly Master, about whom rumors circulated on Gallifrey. They were the explorers, the world shakers, and anyway, the children of Gallifrey needed a teacher just as much as the rest of the universe.
So he made a promise that day. Perhaps not officially: he'd keep his chosen name to himself for a while longer, until he needed it. But the promise was one he didn't regret. He promised to research the universe, no matter what time or place it took him, and then, with knowledge in hand, to teach and mentor the inhabitants he encountered. He'd give them the power their lives hid from them.
That was the day he left the Caretaker, his dutiful mother, and the Historian, his brilliant father, to join the Academy. The day he'd been waiting for, when knowledge was passed onto him freely and consistently. From day one, the Professor knew he wouldn't mind staying at the Academy for the rest of his life.
Life has a funny way of derailing plans when they become solidified ideas. As if to say, you can never figure it out, no matter how much you plan. Because the universe is a big ball, and balls don't stop on their own. They create little friction and seem to take the most delicate of touches to set off. An endless war was quite a big push.
For the young Time Lord, the Doctor changed the world. Everywhere he looked there were Daleks, their beams seeming so precise, and yet, managing to miss him with each sweep. Other Time Lords fell with deafening screams of agony beside him. Children younger than him wailed, as did many citizens older than him. Gallifrey was falling in the single greatest war of all time and space.
The Time War.
And, it was never going to end. The young Time Lord couldn't fathom a time of peace. Not until there was a TARDIS above. Hovering, way above the planet. Amid the firing, oblivious to the carnage below, it sat poised. As if the occupants didn't believe the Dalek beams could impact them. Cautiously, the red-haired youth edged away from the wall he'd been hiding against. The TARDIS above was like a beacon the longer it remained airborne. It looked familiar, and yet, after such a long war, it very well could have indicated destruction instead. Completely exposed, the red haired youth squinted his eyes, trying to see past the smoke blanketing his world.
The next thing he knew, Gallifrey was different. Smoke still billowed, buildings still burned and crackled, people still cried and shouted, but some, some people stared. Stared at the Dalek and TARDIS free sky. Stared, in a silence that transcended the sound and settled deep within their hearts.
Their salvation had arrived.
The reconstruction of Gallifrey was no small feat, and the questions the Time Lords had weren't in short supply. But they lived on.
The red-haired child Professor of Gallifrey finally ran away. Far less conspicuous than those who stole the TT Capsules, he stole Earth technology housed on Gallifrey: a portable vortex manipulator, not unlike that of a Time Agent. His plan was always to return to Gallifrey having only committed a minor offense ... in theory.
»»Roleplay Sample:
Thud.
Ouch.
Groaning.
There was groaning, as the professor dug his face into the grass he'd just fell into.
Seconds later (when burrowing to hide his shame proved fruitless) unfortunate resolution settled in as the teenage Time Lord roused himself into a sitting position, brushing away at the newly formed grass stains upon his black leather jacket.
Where was he? He hadn't the faintest idea. The professor considered checking the wrist band teleporter, but it hardly mattered what the readout told him, because after a landing like that he'd just as soon walk it off and figure out his location on his own. It was more fun that way. However, London in 1978 was not his intended destination.
Not even earth was, really. Somewhere with interesting life forms would have been ideal. But he'd settle for something worthy of a history book if not. Certainly not a park.
Directing his attention away from his jacket, he noticed a dog a bit away from him, but no nearby people caught his eye. Rubbing at his red hair, he glanced over his shoulder to affirm that there was no one gawking at his fall. That would be a bit awkward. Instead, his inquisitive silver eyes locked on a man with a rather bright scarf.
Funny how a man on a bench, munching on candy could freeze a moment. A man he didn't know, to be certain, but an out of place figure all the same.
"You're-" The Professor began. "but ... why ..." His eyes traveled up toward the sky for answers that weren't provided there. Then, he stood up, brushing himself off before turning to face the Doctor directly. Perhaps even bravely. Whatever the fellow Time Lord was doing here, there was a more pressing question to ask him.
"Did you summon me?" the presumptuous nature of youth was certainly not lost on the Professor. Still, it seemed best to ask that of his elder, in case he was in some sort of trouble and had landed in this spot at the whim of the unfamiliar Time Lord before him.
Ouch.
Groaning.
There was groaning, as the professor dug his face into the grass he'd just fell into.
Seconds later (when burrowing to hide his shame proved fruitless) unfortunate resolution settled in as the teenage Time Lord roused himself into a sitting position, brushing away at the newly formed grass stains upon his black leather jacket.
Where was he? He hadn't the faintest idea. The professor considered checking the wrist band teleporter, but it hardly mattered what the readout told him, because after a landing like that he'd just as soon walk it off and figure out his location on his own. It was more fun that way. However, London in 1978 was not his intended destination.
Not even earth was, really. Somewhere with interesting life forms would have been ideal. But he'd settle for something worthy of a history book if not. Certainly not a park.
Directing his attention away from his jacket, he noticed a dog a bit away from him, but no nearby people caught his eye. Rubbing at his red hair, he glanced over his shoulder to affirm that there was no one gawking at his fall. That would be a bit awkward. Instead, his inquisitive silver eyes locked on a man with a rather bright scarf.
Funny how a man on a bench, munching on candy could freeze a moment. A man he didn't know, to be certain, but an out of place figure all the same.
"You're-" The Professor began. "but ... why ..." His eyes traveled up toward the sky for answers that weren't provided there. Then, he stood up, brushing himself off before turning to face the Doctor directly. Perhaps even bravely. Whatever the fellow Time Lord was doing here, there was a more pressing question to ask him.
"Did you summon me?" the presumptuous nature of youth was certainly not lost on the Professor. Still, it seemed best to ask that of his elder, in case he was in some sort of trouble and had landed in this spot at the whim of the unfamiliar Time Lord before him.
»»Alias: Tasurius
»»How you found us: An advertisement on a forum I'm a part of
»»RP experience: About nine
»»Your expected level of activity: I have classes Monday through Thursday, so you can expect me to sign on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at my busiest. Most of the time I sign on at least once in the morning and once in the evening of every day.
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