Post by doctorwho on Sept 11, 2012 2:07:21 GMT -4
The person behind the character:
Name/Nickname: The Doctor. As I shall and always be.
Age: 19
Experience: 4 years now
Contact information: Through here or through my e-mail. Go through my contact information to get it and, when you e-mail me, tell me who you and put "Marvel/DC Extinction" in the subject line so I know it's from here.
Character basics:
Real name: Michael McBride
Code name: The Doctor
Date of Birth: November 5th, 1975
Place of Birth:
London, England
Age:
2312 (Looks 30-ish; Result of a Time Vortex related incident)
Known family:
-Father: Johnathon Anderson (Deceased)
-Mother: Susana Anderson (Deceased)
-Sister: Jennifer Anderson (Deceased)
-Adoptive Father/Godfather: Mozart "Mozzie'; McBride, 52, Con Artist (Ret.)
The Reflection in the mirror:
Hair:
Brown
Eyes:
Blue
Height:
5' 11"
Weight:
200 lbs
Apparel:
Michael's choice of attire varies from time to time. Sometimes it's a tweed coat or a green greatcoat, a dress shirt shirt with, usually, a white undershirt underneath, suspenders, brown dress slacks, boots, and a bow tie. Bow Ties are cool. Yet he seems to be wearing this more and more lately.
He sometimes takes along his messenger bag, in which he carries his lockpick set and his home-built tablet used for portable remote hacking. But, for certain occasions, he'll forgo his hip holster for his pistol, and go with a tactical thigh holster instead for convienience. During cold seasons or in cold climates, Michael will often add a scarf and a pair of earmuffs, along with a pair of black gloves.
Lately, he's taken to wearing a pair of welding goggles that he had lying around, modified by him to hold a heads up display, and a small memory drive for anything he sees. Recently, he installed it with a small inter-connectable CPU with a psychic interface - this basically means that The Doctor, with these goggles, can interact with a computer-controlled device and, with the psychic interface, be able to bypass the firewalls/encryptions (the quickest time was an hour, the device having a 12 Terabyte encryption and numerous firewalls) and be able to manipulate the device or delve for information within it's databanks.
Physical Traits:
Michael doesn't have any piercings on his body, but he has plenty of scars from his childhood, his hooligan days, and his service in the army. He has two tattoos, one on his right shoulder of the United Kingdom's Special Air Service (SAS) insignia from his years of service, and the other on his left pectoral of the Manchester City Football Club from his Hooligan years. Michael has an athletic build - mostly from his running exercises - but is still very lanky in appearance.
Legal Status:
Adult
Occupation:
Time Traveler/Hacker/Doctor/Inventor
Affiliation:
None as of yet, he just got back,
Abilities:
-Teleportation-
This is probably the most used power Michael has had in his disposal since it had appeared. Now, this isn't the same kind of teleportation that Nightcrawler of the X-Men has. There's no smoke and there's barely any sound, other than the distinctively soft 'pop' that signals his arrival. This pop can still be heard within normal hearing frequencies, but it's hard to spot if you didn't know where to look. Of course, those with sensitive hearing will be able to not only detect Michael's appearance, but also the spot where he teleported. With this form of teleportation, Michael can teleport anywhere he has a distinct memory of. But Michael has limits with this power, which he had found out early on. He can't take more than one person with him when he teleports, otherwise his body will be strained to it's limits. He also can't teleport large objects with him, like a large crate or a car, since this also puts a strain on his body. Of course, Michael hasn't been able to find out how he hasn't become tired from teleporting so much, so he's been conducting research into this phenomenon.
-Time Lord Physiology-
Michael's recent foray into an experimentation with the Time Vortex has changed him. While later he realized that his body was, for the most part, already a Time Lord from his mutation, the incident with the Time Vortex finished the job. Because of this, he has not only the physiological traits he had before, but also has gained the ability to 'Regenerate', or to be able to change his form - and in turn, probably change his personality and his thought process - to escape his death.
His teleportation aids in this a bit, since if Michael dies before he can completely regenerate, then he dies permanently.
[[OOC: The Quote below shows Michael's previous abilities regarding this, as they are included within this new change.]]
Equipment:1
-The Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver-
Time Spent in Development: Eight Years
The Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver is a multi-functional sonic device he had created, using years of research and development by himself, while sometimes consulting with different people on different aspects of it, especially when it came to the more complicated and abstract details of the Screwdriver.
The "Psychic Interface" feature, which allows the Doctor to simply point the Screwdriver and think of the function he wished to preform, was one such aspect. He researched that feature for four years before he was able to successfully and safely build it into the Screwdriver. Of course, the rest of those two years were used to put in the functions he wanted, which were very, very extensive and hard to put in.
The finished result is a device, approximately fifty percent larger than a Sharpie pen, having four "claws" and a green diode diode at the end, and copper plating in various places. The Sonic Screwdriver emits a strange, usually high-pitched mechanical winding sound when used, and the pitch increases or decreases, depending on its use.
-The Doctor's Psychic Paper-
Time Spent in Development: Six Years
The Psychic Paper is, at first glance, a blank, white card. But looks are deceiving, as it was made with materials that had special properties, showing what the holder of the paper wanted the person reading the paper to see, or vice-versa. It could even be used to open doors in place of a keycard, if need be. People who had psychic abilities could use the Psychic Paper to send messages telepathically, usually appearing in their handwriting. In order to make an item with these effects, The Doctor had done five years of research before working on making the actual card.
Of course, there are limitations to this, the main one being that it won't work on people of genius level intellect, as all they would see was a blank piece of paper. It will also "short out', displaying squiggly lines in place of words or an identification card, if the intended thought was too unbelievable.
The Doctor developed a bad joke with geniuses reading the Psychic Paper, and always said, when confronted about the Psychic Paper being blank, "It's Psychic Paper; It knew you'd read it!'
-The Doctor's Bag-
Time Spent in Development: One Year
The Doctor's bag, like the TARDIS Complex, is bigger on the inside. After completing the TARDIS Complex, Michael thought it would be relatively easy to apply this to a messenger bag.
He was wrong.
But it did take him a lot less time than his other projects to apply the 'Bigger-On-The-Inside' Principle to the bag, managing it in only a year's time after he made the TARDIS Complex. Now the limitations with the size of the bag come into play with the limited space inside. Even though the bag is bigger on the inside, it has much, much less space than it would in the TARDIS Complex, since he had to shrink down the space to fit within the bag. He hasn't found the limit of what the bag can hold yet, but he knows the size of what he can stuff in there is limited by the bag's opening.
What's hidden behind the mask:
Personality:
Michael is... Well, he's eccentric, for one. He might also be considered quite odd... He's a complex man, overall. He holds such high esteem for humanity, even knowing what it can do. It doesn't stop him from anything he does though, as he doesn't revolve around the world view that "Everything will go alright if you talk about it." He believes that talking things out is wonderful when it works - and in many situations, he tries to make that happen - but sometimes there are some things or some people that have to be handled by action, violence if necessary.
While Michael is a normal person, he's extremely resourceful. Being extremely competent with computers, he can often get past security that most say is impossible. But he mostly uses his skills to gather information on anything he wants, and sometimes allocates funds from those who have to much to the many he has. You call that stealing, he calls that a good day's work. Of course, being one of the most curious buggers on the planet makes him want to study everything. He's dabbled in many fields of study, but often found himself drawn back to physical medicine and multiple fields of engineering, the latter of which he excels at.
Michael, when he was sixteen, had become a large football fan, mainly of the Manchester Football Club. Even if he isn't a hooligan anymore, he still holds this love of the Manchester F.C. to this day, and will often go to his local pub to cheer on his team.
Of course, every person has their quirks. For Michael, people often ask themselves, and each other, how he can talk so much in one breath without being winded. That's a thing with Michael, as he likes to talk. Though he gets lost in his own conversations easily, often going off into tangents until what he's talking about isn't even related to the original subject. For instance, he might be talking about, say, the special effects used in the Original Star Wars Trilogy, and half an hour later, he could be discussing the finer aspects of a banana.
While insisting he is a man of knowledge, his rigorous fighting and running exercises say otherwise, being very disciplined in these daily rituals, never deviating from them, which says a great deal about the man for when he puts his mind to something. His tastes contradict his personality, somewhat, as he is often seen smoking tobacco from a pipe (it helps him think and relax), and sometimes drinking socially (usually a beer or a glass of scotch) under various circumstances. Though the fact he drinks large amounts of coffee daily fits in with the perspective of an eccentric madman on a caffeine high.
Michael, once a soldier, was honorably discharged after he was diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Because of this, he often wakes up either in a cold sweat or screaming, the memories too vivid for him to truly deal with. It's because of this that he has insomniac tendencies, having developed a dependency on coffee to keep the dreams away. During his time as Captain in the SAS, he had lost many teammates on many missions, and he took each death personally, as if it was his fault. This results in some self-loathing, but he covers some of this up with a kind of false arrogance in some things.
After few centuries of travelling with his TARDIS, he's now back. Some would say better than ever, but he's only seen that he's been running for a long, long time. Now he's back to face the music and deal with it. For good.
History:
Michael McBride was born to Johnathon and Susana McManus in London, England, on November the Fifth, 1975. He didn't exactly get to know his family, however, as his father was killed a month after he was born, and his mother had died in her sleep a month after that. His sister, Jennifer, was the eighth victim of a serial killer who was around town that year, so, according to his parent's will, their life-long friend, and Michael's godfather, Mozzie McBride. From there, Michael was raised in Southern London by Mozzie, who taught him everything he knew about the art of the con, and then some. It was when he turned sixteen that Michael was absorbed into the hooligan culture, often found at a pub cheering on the Manchester F.C. This continued on until he turned seventeen, when his powers had revealed themselves.
Now, even though Michael was a fierce bar fighter when brawls erupted between Manchester fans and other teams, he was still bullied and beaten at school, and often. His powers chose to reveal themselves during what was a particularly horrible beating, in which Michael had imagined himself in a hospital being taken care of by the professionals there.
He woke up six months later in that very same hospital that he imagined, his thoughts racing faster than they had ever been before. He could recognize everything in the room, but had no idea why. It was when Mozzie came in to see that he was awake that Michael discovered how long he had really been in the hospital, the hard way; he had tried to stand to hug his father, but had fallen flat on his face. After being explained of the situation, and of his body's alternations in it's physiology, Michael had to go through six more months of painful but intense physical therapy in order to regain his strength. But this was also another way to observe how Michael's new physiology was effecting him. Since then, he had been practicing with his powers every chance he got.
Fast forward to when he turned twenty one, when he joined the British Army. After four years in service to his country, Michael was selected to join the 22nd Special Air Service Regiment. It was in his career as a special forces that he truly experienced the horrors of war, taking part in several classified missions across the globe. After five years of operating in the SAS, Michael was honorably discharged from service after a psychological analysis indicated that he was suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD.
With the money he had earned and saved from his military days, Michael moved to New York City, and had been putting the skills he had acquired in his service to his country to use. As a hacker, he had stolen from off-shore bank accounts, at least those that belonged to people who didn't need it. Using this money, he had bought an apartment complex in Manhattan, altering the inside with the aid of Doctor Strange and his ancient magical texts and his knowledge of the arcane. Using both the power of science and magic, they created the TARDIS Complex, which didn't really change the outer appearance, but made it bigger on the inside. Much bigger.
But if you see him use his abilities, don't mistake him for a hero, or a villain. He's just a traveler. Who happens to fight crime wherever he is at that time. He isn't like Spider-Man who actually goes out looking for trouble to stop; he isn't suicidal. He just lends a helping hand when he can.
Recently, Michael had been recruited by Wolverine and Professor X to teach at the Xavier Institute and be an X-Man. But, of course, he still tends to stay in the TARDIS Complex, or wander around the world to test some kind of new invention he made. Many of these inventions blow up in his face, sadly, and sometimes quite literally. This still happens from time to time.
The Doctor's been gone for four centuries, though only a year has passed here on Earth. He's been travelling, running. It's time for that running to stop.[/center]
The Doctor. A man of conviction. A man of wisdom, of intelligence, the face of all that is good in the universe. Was that how people thought of him? Or was he just another unwanted super hero, causing more destruction and agony than the lives he saved? The Doctor kept asking himself that question, but could never find an answer.
And so he ran.
With his TARDIS, he spent four centuries trying to look for that answer, but running away from the question. He visited Gallifrey, the home world of the supposedly extinct Time Lords. They were not extinct. They were alive and well. He spent that first half a century living among them. Learning from them. Loving them.
And then the Time War came.
He spent a century fighting The Enemy. Leading his fellow Time Lords through victory and defeat, hampering the Enemy at every turn. He knew his expertise would be of use. But then he learned of the intentions of the Time Lord Council. They wished no longer to watch. They wanted to rule. To dominate the universe with an iron fist.
He couldn't let that happen.
So he killed them. Not just the council, but all of the Time Lords. He committed genocide of his own race, of his own people, to save the universe. And he would keep that until the day he died. The Time Lords died long ago, before he even found them.
And now, after a few more centuries of adventures with companions and madness and fish fingers and custard, The Doctor's back on Earth.
The Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS, breathing in the polluted air of New York City. "Home sweet home," The Doctor said as he ran back into his TARDIS. Now to park it into the old Complex, hope that a singularity wouldn't form from the paradox of a box within a box, and then meet up with some old friends.
"Let's see how Sinny's doing." He said to himself adjusting his bow tie. And off he ran. But this time, he'd run towards the question. Because he knew the answer.
He was The Doctor. He had nothing better to do.
Name/Nickname: The Doctor. As I shall and always be.
Age: 19
Experience: 4 years now
Contact information: Through here or through my e-mail. Go through my contact information to get it and, when you e-mail me, tell me who you and put "Marvel/DC Extinction" in the subject line so I know it's from here.
Character basics:
Real name: Michael McBride
Code name: The Doctor
Date of Birth: November 5th, 1975
Place of Birth:
London, England
Age:
2312 (Looks 30-ish; Result of a Time Vortex related incident)
Known family:
-Father: Johnathon Anderson (Deceased)
-Mother: Susana Anderson (Deceased)
-Sister: Jennifer Anderson (Deceased)
-Adoptive Father/Godfather: Mozart "Mozzie'; McBride, 52, Con Artist (Ret.)
The Reflection in the mirror:
Hair:
Brown
Eyes:
Blue
Height:
5' 11"
Weight:
200 lbs
Apparel:
Michael's choice of attire varies from time to time. Sometimes it's a tweed coat or a green greatcoat, a dress shirt shirt with, usually, a white undershirt underneath, suspenders, brown dress slacks, boots, and a bow tie. Bow Ties are cool. Yet he seems to be wearing this more and more lately.
He sometimes takes along his messenger bag, in which he carries his lockpick set and his home-built tablet used for portable remote hacking. But, for certain occasions, he'll forgo his hip holster for his pistol, and go with a tactical thigh holster instead for convienience. During cold seasons or in cold climates, Michael will often add a scarf and a pair of earmuffs, along with a pair of black gloves.
Lately, he's taken to wearing a pair of welding goggles that he had lying around, modified by him to hold a heads up display, and a small memory drive for anything he sees. Recently, he installed it with a small inter-connectable CPU with a psychic interface - this basically means that The Doctor, with these goggles, can interact with a computer-controlled device and, with the psychic interface, be able to bypass the firewalls/encryptions (the quickest time was an hour, the device having a 12 Terabyte encryption and numerous firewalls) and be able to manipulate the device or delve for information within it's databanks.
Physical Traits:
Michael doesn't have any piercings on his body, but he has plenty of scars from his childhood, his hooligan days, and his service in the army. He has two tattoos, one on his right shoulder of the United Kingdom's Special Air Service (SAS) insignia from his years of service, and the other on his left pectoral of the Manchester City Football Club from his Hooligan years. Michael has an athletic build - mostly from his running exercises - but is still very lanky in appearance.
Legal Status:
Adult
Occupation:
Time Traveler/Hacker/Doctor/Inventor
Affiliation:
None as of yet, he just got back,
Abilities:
-Teleportation-
This is probably the most used power Michael has had in his disposal since it had appeared. Now, this isn't the same kind of teleportation that Nightcrawler of the X-Men has. There's no smoke and there's barely any sound, other than the distinctively soft 'pop' that signals his arrival. This pop can still be heard within normal hearing frequencies, but it's hard to spot if you didn't know where to look. Of course, those with sensitive hearing will be able to not only detect Michael's appearance, but also the spot where he teleported. With this form of teleportation, Michael can teleport anywhere he has a distinct memory of. But Michael has limits with this power, which he had found out early on. He can't take more than one person with him when he teleports, otherwise his body will be strained to it's limits. He also can't teleport large objects with him, like a large crate or a car, since this also puts a strain on his body. Of course, Michael hasn't been able to find out how he hasn't become tired from teleporting so much, so he's been conducting research into this phenomenon.
-Time Lord Physiology-
Michael's recent foray into an experimentation with the Time Vortex has changed him. While later he realized that his body was, for the most part, already a Time Lord from his mutation, the incident with the Time Vortex finished the job. Because of this, he has not only the physiological traits he had before, but also has gained the ability to 'Regenerate', or to be able to change his form - and in turn, probably change his personality and his thought process - to escape his death.
His teleportation aids in this a bit, since if Michael dies before he can completely regenerate, then he dies permanently.
[[OOC: The Quote below shows Michael's previous abilities regarding this, as they are included within this new change.]]
-Superhuman Intelligence/Mental Processing-
This power of Michael's is just as used as his teleportation, if not more, due to it's constantly active state. When Michael had activated his powers, his brain had started to unlock itself piece by piece, until he could use almost every part of his brain. Of course, this didn't unlock any psychokinetic powers like telekinesis or telepathy, but it did allow him to not only process highly complex information, but also comprehend it within minutes, and call upon it within seconds, no matter how old the data. The longest Michael has had to absorb and comprehend information was an hour, and the shortest was within seconds.
Of course, this power also has a set amount of limits. Michael can only assimilate the knowledge of something, as absorbing and comprehending physically earned data is not only considerably harder, but almost impossible for him. Say, he could learn the theoretical application of Karate within minutes, but his body wouldn't be able to use this data unless he trained extensively for months at a time.
This power also allows Michael's brain to process information gathered by his senses at a phenomenal rate, allowing him to reach many conclusions at once, and singling them out one by one until he has the right one. Of course, his mind moves faster than his mouth sometimes, making him say one thing, then revise it almost immediately afterwards, making him seem strange. Michael, while using the senses to pick up details, might invade the personal space of someone to intently analyze their face, looking for any quirks to betray their real motives.
-Changed Physiology-
Michael's body, needing to adapt to his newly acquired superhuman intelligence and mental processing, had gone into a coma for six months, changing his physical makeup. Within this time, his body had enlarged his lungs to increase air capacity, an enhanced immune system, a higher blood count, enhanced his senses slightly in order to compensate for the newly unlocked brain, and had moved around some of the organs in his torso in order to make room for a second heart, increasing blood flow for both the brain and the newly enlarged lungs.
No one knows how this second heart grew, not even Michael. But what he does know is that this newly changed body is for the better. This changed physiology allows him to be able to run for longer periods of time than normal humans, hold more air in his lungs, and adapt his immune system to various chemicals, drugs, and diseases (very slowly, over a long period of time, and only with several encounters of the chemical/drug).
Though these aren't without their limitations either. With this "enhanced" immune system, there are drawbacks to taking certain kinds of medications, as some might even be considered poison to his body, even down to a simple aspirin. These chemical make-ups cannot be adapted for defense against it if he's given it again. His enlarged lungs are thought by many who knew he had them to be for longer periods of talking, much to either their irritation or enjoyment. And they're almost right. Of course, The Doctor's lungs, while able to hold more air, also produce minute amounts of oxygen in low-atmosphere environments. This won't work if he's underwater, as he has to actively breath for his lungs to produce the oxygen.
This power of Michael's is just as used as his teleportation, if not more, due to it's constantly active state. When Michael had activated his powers, his brain had started to unlock itself piece by piece, until he could use almost every part of his brain. Of course, this didn't unlock any psychokinetic powers like telekinesis or telepathy, but it did allow him to not only process highly complex information, but also comprehend it within minutes, and call upon it within seconds, no matter how old the data. The longest Michael has had to absorb and comprehend information was an hour, and the shortest was within seconds.
Of course, this power also has a set amount of limits. Michael can only assimilate the knowledge of something, as absorbing and comprehending physically earned data is not only considerably harder, but almost impossible for him. Say, he could learn the theoretical application of Karate within minutes, but his body wouldn't be able to use this data unless he trained extensively for months at a time.
This power also allows Michael's brain to process information gathered by his senses at a phenomenal rate, allowing him to reach many conclusions at once, and singling them out one by one until he has the right one. Of course, his mind moves faster than his mouth sometimes, making him say one thing, then revise it almost immediately afterwards, making him seem strange. Michael, while using the senses to pick up details, might invade the personal space of someone to intently analyze their face, looking for any quirks to betray their real motives.
-Changed Physiology-
Michael's body, needing to adapt to his newly acquired superhuman intelligence and mental processing, had gone into a coma for six months, changing his physical makeup. Within this time, his body had enlarged his lungs to increase air capacity, an enhanced immune system, a higher blood count, enhanced his senses slightly in order to compensate for the newly unlocked brain, and had moved around some of the organs in his torso in order to make room for a second heart, increasing blood flow for both the brain and the newly enlarged lungs.
No one knows how this second heart grew, not even Michael. But what he does know is that this newly changed body is for the better. This changed physiology allows him to be able to run for longer periods of time than normal humans, hold more air in his lungs, and adapt his immune system to various chemicals, drugs, and diseases (very slowly, over a long period of time, and only with several encounters of the chemical/drug).
Though these aren't without their limitations either. With this "enhanced" immune system, there are drawbacks to taking certain kinds of medications, as some might even be considered poison to his body, even down to a simple aspirin. These chemical make-ups cannot be adapted for defense against it if he's given it again. His enlarged lungs are thought by many who knew he had them to be for longer periods of talking, much to either their irritation or enjoyment. And they're almost right. Of course, The Doctor's lungs, while able to hold more air, also produce minute amounts of oxygen in low-atmosphere environments. This won't work if he's underwater, as he has to actively breath for his lungs to produce the oxygen.
Equipment:1
-The Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver-
Time Spent in Development: Eight Years
The Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver is a multi-functional sonic device he had created, using years of research and development by himself, while sometimes consulting with different people on different aspects of it, especially when it came to the more complicated and abstract details of the Screwdriver.
The "Psychic Interface" feature, which allows the Doctor to simply point the Screwdriver and think of the function he wished to preform, was one such aspect. He researched that feature for four years before he was able to successfully and safely build it into the Screwdriver. Of course, the rest of those two years were used to put in the functions he wanted, which were very, very extensive and hard to put in.
The finished result is a device, approximately fifty percent larger than a Sharpie pen, having four "claws" and a green diode diode at the end, and copper plating in various places. The Sonic Screwdriver emits a strange, usually high-pitched mechanical winding sound when used, and the pitch increases or decreases, depending on its use.
-The Doctor's Psychic Paper-
Time Spent in Development: Six Years
The Psychic Paper is, at first glance, a blank, white card. But looks are deceiving, as it was made with materials that had special properties, showing what the holder of the paper wanted the person reading the paper to see, or vice-versa. It could even be used to open doors in place of a keycard, if need be. People who had psychic abilities could use the Psychic Paper to send messages telepathically, usually appearing in their handwriting. In order to make an item with these effects, The Doctor had done five years of research before working on making the actual card.
Of course, there are limitations to this, the main one being that it won't work on people of genius level intellect, as all they would see was a blank piece of paper. It will also "short out', displaying squiggly lines in place of words or an identification card, if the intended thought was too unbelievable.
The Doctor developed a bad joke with geniuses reading the Psychic Paper, and always said, when confronted about the Psychic Paper being blank, "It's Psychic Paper; It knew you'd read it!'
-The Doctor's Bag-
Time Spent in Development: One Year
The Doctor's bag, like the TARDIS Complex, is bigger on the inside. After completing the TARDIS Complex, Michael thought it would be relatively easy to apply this to a messenger bag.
He was wrong.
But it did take him a lot less time than his other projects to apply the 'Bigger-On-The-Inside' Principle to the bag, managing it in only a year's time after he made the TARDIS Complex. Now the limitations with the size of the bag come into play with the limited space inside. Even though the bag is bigger on the inside, it has much, much less space than it would in the TARDIS Complex, since he had to shrink down the space to fit within the bag. He hasn't found the limit of what the bag can hold yet, but he knows the size of what he can stuff in there is limited by the bag's opening.
What's hidden behind the mask:
Personality:
Michael is... Well, he's eccentric, for one. He might also be considered quite odd... He's a complex man, overall. He holds such high esteem for humanity, even knowing what it can do. It doesn't stop him from anything he does though, as he doesn't revolve around the world view that "Everything will go alright if you talk about it." He believes that talking things out is wonderful when it works - and in many situations, he tries to make that happen - but sometimes there are some things or some people that have to be handled by action, violence if necessary.
While Michael is a normal person, he's extremely resourceful. Being extremely competent with computers, he can often get past security that most say is impossible. But he mostly uses his skills to gather information on anything he wants, and sometimes allocates funds from those who have to much to the many he has. You call that stealing, he calls that a good day's work. Of course, being one of the most curious buggers on the planet makes him want to study everything. He's dabbled in many fields of study, but often found himself drawn back to physical medicine and multiple fields of engineering, the latter of which he excels at.
Michael, when he was sixteen, had become a large football fan, mainly of the Manchester Football Club. Even if he isn't a hooligan anymore, he still holds this love of the Manchester F.C. to this day, and will often go to his local pub to cheer on his team.
Of course, every person has their quirks. For Michael, people often ask themselves, and each other, how he can talk so much in one breath without being winded. That's a thing with Michael, as he likes to talk. Though he gets lost in his own conversations easily, often going off into tangents until what he's talking about isn't even related to the original subject. For instance, he might be talking about, say, the special effects used in the Original Star Wars Trilogy, and half an hour later, he could be discussing the finer aspects of a banana.
While insisting he is a man of knowledge, his rigorous fighting and running exercises say otherwise, being very disciplined in these daily rituals, never deviating from them, which says a great deal about the man for when he puts his mind to something. His tastes contradict his personality, somewhat, as he is often seen smoking tobacco from a pipe (it helps him think and relax), and sometimes drinking socially (usually a beer or a glass of scotch) under various circumstances. Though the fact he drinks large amounts of coffee daily fits in with the perspective of an eccentric madman on a caffeine high.
Michael, once a soldier, was honorably discharged after he was diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Because of this, he often wakes up either in a cold sweat or screaming, the memories too vivid for him to truly deal with. It's because of this that he has insomniac tendencies, having developed a dependency on coffee to keep the dreams away. During his time as Captain in the SAS, he had lost many teammates on many missions, and he took each death personally, as if it was his fault. This results in some self-loathing, but he covers some of this up with a kind of false arrogance in some things.
After few centuries of travelling with his TARDIS, he's now back. Some would say better than ever, but he's only seen that he's been running for a long, long time. Now he's back to face the music and deal with it. For good.
History:
Michael McBride was born to Johnathon and Susana McManus in London, England, on November the Fifth, 1975. He didn't exactly get to know his family, however, as his father was killed a month after he was born, and his mother had died in her sleep a month after that. His sister, Jennifer, was the eighth victim of a serial killer who was around town that year, so, according to his parent's will, their life-long friend, and Michael's godfather, Mozzie McBride. From there, Michael was raised in Southern London by Mozzie, who taught him everything he knew about the art of the con, and then some. It was when he turned sixteen that Michael was absorbed into the hooligan culture, often found at a pub cheering on the Manchester F.C. This continued on until he turned seventeen, when his powers had revealed themselves.
Now, even though Michael was a fierce bar fighter when brawls erupted between Manchester fans and other teams, he was still bullied and beaten at school, and often. His powers chose to reveal themselves during what was a particularly horrible beating, in which Michael had imagined himself in a hospital being taken care of by the professionals there.
He woke up six months later in that very same hospital that he imagined, his thoughts racing faster than they had ever been before. He could recognize everything in the room, but had no idea why. It was when Mozzie came in to see that he was awake that Michael discovered how long he had really been in the hospital, the hard way; he had tried to stand to hug his father, but had fallen flat on his face. After being explained of the situation, and of his body's alternations in it's physiology, Michael had to go through six more months of painful but intense physical therapy in order to regain his strength. But this was also another way to observe how Michael's new physiology was effecting him. Since then, he had been practicing with his powers every chance he got.
Fast forward to when he turned twenty one, when he joined the British Army. After four years in service to his country, Michael was selected to join the 22nd Special Air Service Regiment. It was in his career as a special forces that he truly experienced the horrors of war, taking part in several classified missions across the globe. After five years of operating in the SAS, Michael was honorably discharged from service after a psychological analysis indicated that he was suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD.
With the money he had earned and saved from his military days, Michael moved to New York City, and had been putting the skills he had acquired in his service to his country to use. As a hacker, he had stolen from off-shore bank accounts, at least those that belonged to people who didn't need it. Using this money, he had bought an apartment complex in Manhattan, altering the inside with the aid of Doctor Strange and his ancient magical texts and his knowledge of the arcane. Using both the power of science and magic, they created the TARDIS Complex, which didn't really change the outer appearance, but made it bigger on the inside. Much bigger.
But if you see him use his abilities, don't mistake him for a hero, or a villain. He's just a traveler. Who happens to fight crime wherever he is at that time. He isn't like Spider-Man who actually goes out looking for trouble to stop; he isn't suicidal. He just lends a helping hand when he can.
Recently, Michael had been recruited by Wolverine and Professor X to teach at the Xavier Institute and be an X-Man. But, of course, he still tends to stay in the TARDIS Complex, or wander around the world to test some kind of new invention he made. Many of these inventions blow up in his face, sadly, and sometimes quite literally. This still happens from time to time.
The Doctor's been gone for four centuries, though only a year has passed here on Earth. He's been travelling, running. It's time for that running to stop.[/center]
The Doctor. A man of conviction. A man of wisdom, of intelligence, the face of all that is good in the universe. Was that how people thought of him? Or was he just another unwanted super hero, causing more destruction and agony than the lives he saved? The Doctor kept asking himself that question, but could never find an answer.
And so he ran.
With his TARDIS, he spent four centuries trying to look for that answer, but running away from the question. He visited Gallifrey, the home world of the supposedly extinct Time Lords. They were not extinct. They were alive and well. He spent that first half a century living among them. Learning from them. Loving them.
And then the Time War came.
He spent a century fighting The Enemy. Leading his fellow Time Lords through victory and defeat, hampering the Enemy at every turn. He knew his expertise would be of use. But then he learned of the intentions of the Time Lord Council. They wished no longer to watch. They wanted to rule. To dominate the universe with an iron fist.
He couldn't let that happen.
So he killed them. Not just the council, but all of the Time Lords. He committed genocide of his own race, of his own people, to save the universe. And he would keep that until the day he died. The Time Lords died long ago, before he even found them.
And now, after a few more centuries of adventures with companions and madness and fish fingers and custard, The Doctor's back on Earth.
The Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS, breathing in the polluted air of New York City. "Home sweet home," The Doctor said as he ran back into his TARDIS. Now to park it into the old Complex, hope that a singularity wouldn't form from the paradox of a box within a box, and then meet up with some old friends.
"Let's see how Sinny's doing." He said to himself adjusting his bow tie. And off he ran. But this time, he'd run towards the question. Because he knew the answer.
He was The Doctor. He had nothing better to do.
Code word: Armageddon
1: I had to put in the current equipment The Doctor had on him, if not to put in exactly what they do and how they're limited, then to keep myself organized.