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Okay guys... I have wanted to make this thread for such a long time that it's unbelievable that I haven't yet. This is centered on the tenth Doctor before the episode/special thingy (too lazy to go search what it really is at the moment) where he regenerated into eleven, but after the Journey's End episode.
Now, here's my idea of how the in character part of the thread even happened. We know that ten is afraid of his own death so... what is he had too much time alone to think it over? Doing so makes the time lord more afraid after a while, so afraid that he forgets who he is in a sense (mostly meaning his mind refuses to admit what he is). The time lord, in his last few minutes before becoming in such a state, landed his TARDIS in present day and made sure to lock the door.
Your character (the next and final companion) finds him wondering the streets and whatnot without a home, because he just "forgot" everything expect for his human name, and we can just play post to post from there unless we come up with any other plots.
I must request for you to post when you can and be semi-advance to advance. If you are very good at grammar and hate it when people don't use it all of the time, I am not the best at it and you will have to accept that I am trying very hard to get better (English/grammar is my weakest school subject). I also feel the need to say that I kept double checking and I typed this all in when I was practically about to pass out.
Thank you for reading and can't wait to role-play with you!
It was about mid-day. The streets were busy and many people walked along the sidewalks. A few would glance up at a strange man with somewhat messy brown hair, it didn't look bad like that. His eyes were bright as he glanced around, almost as if he were new in the area. Those medium brown colored eyes... they held not just curiosity, but sadness and the fact that the poor man was weary from many nights of no sleep or rest, it seemed.
He sniffed the air slightly, his nose taking in the scents of fast food and such which did make his stomach growl. He thought for a moment, trying to recall when the last time was when he did eat, but his mind brought up blanks. He would buy some, but he didn't have any cash on him. Why? He wouldn't even have a clue.
Before the man realized it, he was on a bridge. He took his hands from his pockets and placed his arms on the rails, looking down into the water. It some-what reflected his image back at him, but he was not paying mind to that. The boats below had caught his interest. The people riding in them seemed to be mostly made up of rich tourists, traveling because they had money to spend. If he traveled like they did, it would be mainly for the adventure.
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