demnify @ 2008-01-01T18:10:00

2008-01-01T23:33:41Z

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Player Name: Dero
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Character: The Master (Ainley version)
Series/Fandom: Doctor Who
Deviance: The main canon, post-Survival.

Age: Around 956, looks somewhere in his early 50s.
Gender: Male.
Species: Gallifreyan/Trakenite/Cheetah.

Appearance:

The Master is a man prone to precision, meticulation, exactness. His entire appearance, at least, from first glance, is that of a well groomed man; slicked back black hair, a neatly trimmed van dyke goatee, and a black suit. He almost appears a sort of gentleman, someone with elegance and refined air. Of course, this is all from a distance. In close, one can see the serpentine dragon belt buckle and the pendant around his neck. The black leather gloves on his hands are without a single scratch; always kept clean and neat.

It's up close that the gentlemanly appearance disappears. His eyes, once a steel grey, are now a vivid, glowing yellow. The pupils are similar to that of a cat's, usually little more than slits but often widening once his mind drops into a sort of predatory hunt mode. These are the effects of the Cheetah Virus in his system, changing his biology and appearance by degrees. When he smiles, or even talks, the elongated canines in his mouth are shown, both those on his upper and lower jaw. These are the teeth of a feline, something predatory and murderous - capable of ripping out throats in an instant. Under his gloves, tipping his fingers, are blunt claws - nothing made for tearing and bloodshed, but more the type for traction and gripping.

His body has become of a moderate build; muscles coiled and tightened like springs, a more powerful layout than what he once had. He isn't muscled in the rippling whatever, but more subtle, unnoticeable until the moment he uses his new strengths. His new build isn't as flattering to his height and appearance as he would like it - him more used to being a sort of average, tall sort (though almost always shorter than the Doctor, even at six feet tall). Yet it works well enough and isn't too off putting.

Age wise, he appears to be somewhere either in his late 40s or early 50s, though of course, he is much older than that. There is no grey in his hair, though there is a sort of tired, worn look to him that he has gained over the past hundred or so years. Being a crazy destructive man can, after all, have that effect on a person.

Psychology: Charming and insane, aristocratic and savage; his nature isn't so much dual it is carefully hidden behind a pleasant demeanor. He can easily charm the most adamant of individuals into believing him; speak just the right words to have entire planets on their knees in front of him. This is a man who could calmly destroy everything you love and yet at the next moment be thrown into a maddened rage at the slightest of failures on his part; but he's so very good at keeping his temper that the more twisted side of himself is rarely shown save for when he wishes it. Even so, the madness leaks through his ideas, twisting all his plans and plots until they are incredibly complex to the point of absurdity. To some, this could be interpreted as almost intriguing and he most certainly can play it to his advantage. He is well aware he is mad and if given the leverage, he'll use that fact to manipulate anyone who gets involved with him.

At times, he seems entirely driven by impulse, making decisions and choices that are almost random and purely chaotic in nature. Most of them seem entirely pointless in the achievement of his goals; but whether or not he is aware of the pointlessness is up for debate. If he knows about it, he certainly isn't stopping - and if he doesn't, it is doubtful he will listen to any outside source. In that way, he is rooted in himself, valuing his opinions and ideals above all others. None can compare with his genius intellect and his delicate planning; not even the Doctor, whom he has convinced himself he only allows to win. After all, a universe without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking about.

The Master seems to form strange attachments to his enemies, making countless number of them and then killing them - only to find he misses them after the fact. While with the Doctor it is understandable, towards others, it seems to be little more than passing fancy, or perhaps, more like a small child with new toys. When the toys are broken, only then does the child realize how much he liked them. Of course, none of those enemies are quite the Doctor, whom could be described as his favourite toy: the one he never quite breaks but almost does every time he plays.

Whether he admits it or not, he is dependent upon the Doctor for existence - without the man his life would feel completely useless and empty. It is because of this that when the Doctor gets into some amount of danger, where he may just die, the Master will do what he can to ensure the safety of his fellow Time Lord; even if it means his death. While he would prefer to avoid such situations, if he is ever made aware, he does and will interfere. It's too far ingrained into his identity to allow his best enemy to die by any other hand than his. Which, of course, leads into his possessiveness.

He's possessive to a pure fault; labeling people mentally as his things and becoming enraged when anyone dares to tamper with his things. The Doctor, of course, is the most important of all his possessions, and he is easy to enrage should one mention that someone other than him has killed the Doctor. Not only is it a matter of pride, it is also a matter of self-despite. A reminder that he is incapable of defeating an enemy when someone else so easily has is like a personal insult, it wounds his ego and causes him to rage internally at himself for his failures.

This particular version of the Master is carefully spoken, wonderfully verbose, and has a tendency to get physically close to other individuals. Despite that, he has issues with being touched; covering almost all of his skin with something so as to actually prevent true physical contact. This is a man who enjoys touching others but cannot stand being touched himself. It disturbs him to a level he can't quite figure out and comprehend. Even so, he's long since given up trying to understand his issues and problems - instead choosing to revel in them and use them to his advantage.

Like all versions of himself, he hears the constant pounding of war-drums in his head. They've been with him his entire life, and they frequently frustrate him. Although he knows how to push them aside, there are moments where they refuse to be ignored and simply pound at the very forefront of his mind. Such things last for variable times, but once it passes he again he 'thinks' them away. They are something he doesn't wish or want to think about and he is entirely content to act as if they don't exist.

When he's calm and feeling social, the Master is a particularly wonderful conversationalist. These moments are oft times when it becomes easy to forget he is a sociopathic murderer and so much more easy to think of him as a well-educated gentleman. He is completely aware of this and uses it entirely to his advantage, keeping up the persona for as long as he is allowed; then once he has someone completely ensnared, he begins to show his true nature. By then, those who have fallen in with him can find it extraordinarily difficult to betray him; he's shown them a kind and gentle personality that they cling to, hoping that this madness is something that will pass and pass swiftly. Of course, it never does, and once he has finished using those unfortunate enough to allied with him, he kills them without hesitation. He views them all as little more than pawns to be moved and manipulated.

It isn't impossible for him to make friendships or establish relationships, but it is nigh on impossible. He has issues with attachments and allows himself only to keep his bond with the Doctor - towards anyone else, he ever reminds himself to remain cold and detached. To any who so much as break past that barrier, he will never call them anything more than allies. Getting to such a status is difficult, and inwardly it causes him to distress; as he should feel no attachments and should have no fondness towards anyone.

Emotionally, he's fairly stunted and obviously unable to properly process them. While he may be able to hide them, he has a difficult time regarding them in general. His anger, when he is released, is akin to a maelstrom, striking out and destroying whatever is in his path. When melancholy, he is prone to introspection and self-analysation on his own existence. Happiness is only felt when he is destroying and love is an emotion completely lost on him. He's entirely sure he is incapable of feeling any true affection towards anyone now.

There are moments as well where he may seem to put aside hostilities and engage in witty, intelligent banter; but one must always be aware. Even when he is joking in his own manner, it is incredibly unwise for anyone to let down their guard - he is always watching, always monitoring, always looking for the precise moment to strike. In his very nature, he is a predator, a hunter, a wild-cat stalking his prey. To those who turn their back in a moment of good humour, a knife in the back can be expected. To those who close their eyes, a gun can be expected under their chin.

Along with all his various other traits, the man is not above cheating or blackmail as a means to get what he wants. If he is aware of something's value and he desires a person's attention or assistance, he shall make moves to steal it and destroy it if he isn't obeyed. In regards to fighting and games, while he is both amazingly skilled at both, the desire to win over all takes over and he will use the most dirty of tactics to ensure his victory.

With the addition of the Cheetah Virus in his system, he has become far too much prone to animal-like instincts, at times falling from the intelligent gentleman to just that of a smart animal; a creature with far too much cunning and wit than should be allowed. At times, there is a loss of control as he falls to his more baser instincts, kill or be killed. He loathes this about himself, as he is a man who loves control; and this virus, this disease, frequently takes it away from him. He abhors completely what he has become - no longer Gallifreyan, instead just a hybridized monstrosity. With there being no cure for the virus, there is a constant strained edge and subtle fear to him as he strives to keep himself as he should be.

In a nutshell: the Master is two-faced. At one moment, a charming and enrapturing gentleman, and at another a maddened and senseless murderer. He is someone to fear, distrust, hate, admire, worship and adore. And above all else; he should never be underestimated. Those who do that tend to end up brutally murdered.

General Skills/Abilities: The Master is a man of many talents, skills, and abilities - and rightly so, as he is over 900 years old. His intelligence is staggering; one of the brightest Time Lords to go through Academy, brilliant and insightful; capable of dazzling anyone with quick wit and thoughtful processes. This intelligence is his strongest point, allowing him to think on his feet and design some of the most savage weaponry known to any species in the universe - his Tissue Compression Eliminator an example of one of those things. He's an excellent mathematician, excellent mechanic, and majored in Cosmic Science in Academy. Along with these, he knows every type of TARDIS by hearts, able to pilot and repair any kind he comes across. He's also quite fond of disguises.

As one of the most powerful (if not THE most powerful) psionics in Gallifreyan history, the Master has a wide variety of mentally based skills at his disposal; though he primarily relies on hypnosis - which is done through eye contact and the utterance of the words 'I am the Master and you will obey me.' Along with that, he is a powerful clairvoyant, telekinetic, and telepathic - any other skills he has he doesn't show and doesn't use too often; almost all of them are most likely rusty with disuse. Again, with these, is the ability to establish Contact, which all Gallifreyans can do. It involves resting the fingers on the temple and then entering into another's mind, either to communicate or go through memories. His mental shields in this life are amazingly strong; he only lowers them at will and even then his mind is a horrific place - filled with drums and pain.

In regards to fighting, he is both an amazingly skilled sword fighter (he was once the best swordsman in all of France), an expert marksman, and is an well versed in various types of aikido. Provided that his opponent does not have super strength or speed, he can easily dispatch them and go on his way. Along with these physical skills is a very large knowledge of anatomy; he knows just how to twist a neck to kill someone instantly and all the right spots to inflict overbearing pain.

Having used all his regenerations, upon death or near death he can steal a new body for himself - by one of two ways: projecting his mind into the body or physically merging with the new one. This skill he saves only for emergencies, when he's most certain he won't be able to survive the damage his body has sustained. Typically, the personality doesn't change too much with this; but depending on the damage and circumstances surrounding the body-theft, there is a chance that his behaviour and quirks change.

His madness frequently inspires him to create the most labyrinthine of plans, vast and encompassing, intimidating and complex. He plans for everything that comes to mind, every minute detail is taken into account until he has seemingly created an air-tight plan that cannot be foiled. Strategy comes to the forefront, making him entirely capable of - in most situations - making plans that ensure complete victory.

Along with these are his natural species traits: having only to sleep very little, reaction time of 10x that of a human, immense stamina, highly advanced sense of smell (he could sniff you out, for example), the ability to shut off his hearts and lungs and feign death for up to seven hours, a healing trance, the ability to withstand extreme heat and cold, immune to Rontgen radiation, unable to be electrocuted, rapid healing, and the ability to go without breathing for a length of time.

With the addition of the Cheetah Virus in his body and his slow change into becoming a Cheetah Person (which has now been halted), his body has physically modified. He's much more faster that he was before, more agile and with a better base of balance. As well, he is much stronger than normal; capable of lifting grown men clear off the ground with only one hand. His fingernails have become much more akin to blunt claws - nothing for slashing and tearing, but more the kind used for gripping and traction. His canines are elongated and that of a predators, sharp and deadly - a well placed bite could easily do severe and permanent damage, perhaps even lethal. His eyes have modified as well, allowing vision much like a cat's, adjustable to see in both the day and the night. His hearing, also, is heightened to a degree similar to that of a large, predatory cat's. As well, he possesses one of the most unique traits of the Cheetah People - the ability to teleport at will.

General Weaknesses: The Master's weaknesses are varied; his obsession, certainly, is the most obvious - it consumes him completely, drives his every thought and action until there is nothing else. His life, as it is, revolves around the Doctor. Anyone who realizes this can manipulate him in turn and twist him into some fashion of obedience. He cannot, no matter how he tries, set aside his obsession and cannot allow the Doctor to die.

While his complex plans are an advantage, they are also a horrible weakness. They are so convoluted and reliant upon things going exactly as planned that even the slightest deviancy from the events he had in mind causes the entire thing to wobble and collapse around him. His plans may be grandiose and well-thought out, but once the element of chaos is thrown in, they cannot hold up. The unexpected is the only thing he cannot defend himself against.

As well, the Master is horribly vain and completely arrogant. He is completely obsessed with himself, unable to even consider that he is not the best. Unfortunately, this isn't true: there are always beings more powerful in the universe - but he conviently ignores them. Anyone who smashes his ego can expect him to descend further into his madness, unable to cope with what has been thrown into his face. While he may be adaptive, the shattering of his ego is something he cannot deal with.

Biologically is where the most weaknesses show; for example, a simple pill of aspirin can cause death in mere minutes. Diseases and poisons easily kill Gallifreyans (blood-borne is most effective, due to the binary vasculatory system), along with gun shots, blows to the head, and falling from great heights. There are possibly other weaknesses that have yet to be shown, but those are the main few.

Due to the virus in his body, and it's effects on him, there are times where he loses complete control and behaves like little more than an intelligent animal. Most complex weaponry is beyond him in this state, his level of thinking more prone to biting, clawing, and beating things to death with stones. As a result of this, it becomes much harder for him to plan, plot, or use his intellect to his advantage. He finds it incredibly hard to control himself in this state. Should anyone figure out how to control the wild cat in him, they essentially have him at their mercy.

History: A very long time ago there was a Gallifreyan born on, of course, Gallifrey. This young boy was a generally good kid, prone to misbehaving like all young children are, but nothing to any sort of extreme. He was brilliant, witty, intelligent, and a very fine conversationalist; even if he was just a child. When he was old enough, he was sent off to the Academy, where he would be educated for the next one hundred or so years. As part of the ritual of joining Academy, he was brought to the Untempered Schism, where that little boy gazed deep into the time vortex. It was then that the sound of war drums was planted in his head, mostly subconscious but occasionally rising to the forefront. The chapter of Academy that he was put into was that of Prydon, the schemers and manipulators, the intelligent and the cunning.

It was there that he befriended another young Gallifreyan who went by the nickname "Theta Sigma". Eventually, a third joined their little group (though that was mainly so she could make sure they'd never steal her chemicals again). Together, they were "Koschei", "Ushas" and "Theta". Generally, they weren't the best trio in the world, as Koschei and Theta frequently got into trouble. Koschei spent a good deal of his time hypnotizing classmates for fun, and whenever he and Theta got in trouble, he used that ability to convince their professors to let them off.

Time passed. Everyone was generally happy. Then, of course, something happened. Their group fragmented. Ushas was exiled from Gallifrey after her lab rats ate the president's cat. Theta went renegade and Koschei did the same shortly after.

Koschei spent a good many years going all around the universe, visiting here and there and then. Sometimes he met people, sometimes he just observed. Other times, he interfered and usually ended up destroying timelines completely. It wasn't that he was doing it on purpose so much as there was some sort of intristic flaw with him. Time went on. Koschei died a great many times. He also made many enemies and killed them all - only to realize he didn't really want them dead and he missed them terribly.

Eventually, he met up with Theta once more, though now his former best-friend was the Doctor. Of course, he was no longer Koschei; he was the Master. They had many a grand, epic battle, usually on earth though occasionally on other planets. Then, of course, he went off and got horribly burned, rotted, and generally gross. He also went even more insane and thought that using the Eye of Harmony to give himself more regenerations was a smart move. The Doctor thwarted him and everyone went back to business.

Then, he tried again, this time on the planet Traken, known for it's strange, velvety outfits, odd senses of style, and how everyone seems so very distressingly nice to each other. It obviously needed someone like the Master to ruin it completely. He did, and in the process still the body of Consul Tremas, father of Nyssa. The Master merged with that body, thus becoming a sort of Gallifreyan/Trakenite hybrid.

He went around being insane, of course, at one point causing an entire section of the universe to be destroyed (Traken included) while mucking about in Logopolis. He also murdered a great many people in the process of this mucking about; including the Fourth Doctor. It was much worth it, as the Fourth turned into the Fifth, and he ended up rather liking the Fifth.

He had a grand time creating Castrovalva and manipulating Adric around, because there is nothing more fun than tormenting young teenage boys. The Fifth Doctor, of course, was mucked around with as well. Again, he was defeated, and was apparently trapped in Castrovalva as it collapsed in on itself. Of course, he managed to escape and he moved on to his next brilliant plan.

Which, of course, was to mess up the Magna Carta a few hundred years before it ever became of any importance. He did a horrible job at pretending to be French, had a sword fight with the Doctor, used Kamelion to help with his plan; but again, in the end, he was defeated and went on his way. He wasn't really trying all too hard to defeat the Doctor.

Then there was some silly business involving multiple versions of the Doctor and the Council promising to give him a new set of regenerations and a pardon for all his crimes only if he rescued the Doctor. What he didn't know is that he was being betrayed and essentially being sent to his doom. The Master tried to explain to multiple Doctors, but none of them believed him at all; especially not the Fifth, who stole his transmat and left him to die at the hands of Cybermen. He didn't, and instead let them believe he served them, when in turn he was only using them to get to the tomb of Rassilon. He saved the Doctor's lives once or twice, found the tomb of Rassilon, got tied up, knocked out, then flung to some random spot in the universe. And to top it off, the Council did not give him any of the things they promised him. He began a few plans to have half of them murdered for that. He spent a good deal of time doing that, and managed to actually kill one or two of them before he was almost caught on Gallifrey and put on trial.

Once more he went about stirring trouble, taking up a disguise for clearly no reason, locking up the Fifth Doctor, and generally having what he would consider a fantastic time if it weren't for the fact he was defeated once again. Also, there were bubble monsters.

He managed to escape and laid low for a while, tinkering with his toys and various other things until he had an unfortunate accident and had to stir up trouble. Which, he did and did rather well. He manipulated Peri, the Fifth Doctor, and generally whoever else. Unfortunately, this did not end up good for him, as the Fifth Doctor decided the best course of action would be to incinerate him. The Master, of course, did not appreciate this in the least bit. Luckily, he survived, but he was also horribly burned and it took a good deal of time before he properly healed.

When he met up with the Doctor, the man was in his Sixth, which was actually a tad depressing, as he was much more fond of the Fifth. He forced the Rani into an alliance with him, the two of them generally bickered, plotting against the Doctor was done, and it all ended with him and the Rani being stuck in the Rani's TARDIS with a rapidly growing T-Rex. It is also worth note that she kneed him in the groin. It wasn't pleasant.

Feeling quite frustrated, he decided to swear off the Doctor for a while and go about his own business. He took over planets, destroyed timelines, wiped out solar systems, and generally had his equivalent of a fun time. Somewhere along the line, all of that became a tad bit boring and he felt a bit of a vacation was in order. Unfortunately, he never gets to have a nice time.

He was captured by the Cheetah People, brought to their planet, and only due to his hypnosis was not made into a delicious Master-flavoured snack. He was stuck there for a while, getting infected with the virus that eventually turns people into Cheetah people. The Master firmly thought 'DO NOT WANT' and began sending Cheetah People to earth to cause problems to get the Doctor's attention. The Doctor's attention was gained, the Master was revealed, and things generally went downhill. Murder was had, hunting was done, and eventually the Master succumbed to primal instincts and tried to smash the Doctor's head in with a bone thing. It wasn't effective. The Doctor teleported away and the Master was stuck on a planet that was basically blowing up around him.

Reality Description: The planet the Master is trapped on is, by large, most commonly defined as a back water planet. Technology does not exist beyond anything than that of weaponry, and even that is fairly basic. Stone, wood, and bone are the typical materials used for weapons and blades – as well in the construction of buildings. The planet has yet to even see the wheel. Relation to Earth, one could say the technological era is similar to that of the Stone Age. It has not, for a very long time, seen anything particularly advanced.

This isn’t to say that at one point technology was unknown to the planet. There are ruins that can easily be found in most locations – massive stone buildings that hint towards what once must’ve been a grand and elaborate society that once lived there. Most of the ruins are now destroyed, perhaps in a war or perhaps even over time, but all that is left to indicate that there was a society is those very same ruins. A few traces of metal weaponry or some such can be found in the ruins, but such things are corroded and rusted with age and time.

The planet itself isn’t one of lush forests or massive oceans. It is a primarily land planet, contrary to earth (perhaps about 60% landmass and 40% water, compared to 25% landmass and 75% water), and the oceans that have formed on its surface are mostly shallow ones without massive expanse. The main continents have no names, nor are their countries within them. The oceans, similarly, are unnamed. This planet can be considered an example of a desert planet, one that became, perhaps, too hot over time and as a result much of the differing biomes have been eliminated. The primary biomes of the planet differ between grasslands and desert, though in a few places one can find trees that would normally be found in a temperate forest (or at least their equivalents).

The planet has an Earth-range gravitational pull and a similar atmospheric composition. The size is more relative to that of, say, Venus’, than anything else. Unlike the Sol system, this planet orbits around a red giant, though it is a significant enough distance away that the massive heat and size of it are condusive to the existence of life on the surface rather than being contrary and hindering. As a result, the sky is tinted a shade of reddish-pink instead of blue. The planet itself has a red overcast, turning most of the yellowing shades of grass to a faint orange colour.

Although the planet is similar to Earth in its own ways, there is certainly a very big difference in that the planet is almost symbiotically linked to those on it’s surface, as if the planet itself were a living entity. For example, the more fighting done between the organisms on the planet’s surface, the more unstable the planet becomes. For each fight on the surface, another part of the planet fractures and breaks. Oft times, this results in frequent earthquakes or volcanic eruptions – sometimes even columns of fire belching out from a sudden chasm that had only appeared in the last quake. Along with this, there is another key difference between Earth and the unnamed planet.

Anyone who is on the surface of it is subjected to inhalation of a particularly nasty and powerful form of unnamed virus. It is spawned by the very planet itself, and it inspires in people primitive urges and desires. This isn’t to say it turns them into, say, a raping beast or a callous murderer on the moment of infection, but it begins to tear away at the common sense and moralities of those who have caught it. There is no known way to cure it other than through pure willpower alone – and even then, it isn’t even a cure so much as simply sending the virus itself into a form of remission. Further contact with the planet could, for example, bring the virus right back at full force.

The virus itself isn’t transmitted through saliva or blood, even bites or scratches. It is a purely airborne disease. Thankfully, once it is within a host it can no longer be transmitted, and infection state goes inactive. It remains in that one person and one person alone. Regardless of how much they may breathe on another person, the virus cannot and will not be transferred. It is required to be on the surface of the planet to catch it and to inhale the virus personally. Any other means will not result in infection.

The result of this infection is the person turning into one of the inhabitants of the planet, a race that are akin to anthropomorphic cheetahs. It isn’t a kind transformation, as one slowly begins to loose their civilized thoughts and methods of reaction along with physical changes (such as the eyes turning yellow and slitted, a set of elongated canine fangs, sandy and spotted fur, a change in muscular structure to fit that of a strong, swift predator) until they are little more than a bipedal and somewhat sentient animal. Instincts take precedence over logic, and at moments of duress the more animalistic side easily overcomes that of the more sensible and ‘humanistic’ side.

As stated above, the primary source of life are the anthropomorphic Cheetah People that reside on the surface. None of them are particularly intelligent by human standards – they possess a form of wisdom that only animals can have, relating towards hunt, survival, life itself. They are the only form of life that can be found on the planet (aside from their horses and a species of small black cats called Kitlings) due to either a mass extinction or the Cheetah People hunting them into non-existence. As a result, they have taken to hunting people from other planets, using their means of teleportation to bring themselves to other locations. After that, it is either a case of the victim becoming a cheetah like they are or being cannibalized for the sake of prolonged survival. Despite the violence and the malice, the Cheetah People are frequently very playful and often easy to distract with moving objects.

The planet itself is very caring towards those on it’s surface, in a sense, excluding the fact it infects them with a virus and fills them with a primitive malice. The rivers, for example, have vast healing properties that are often enough to save the lives of those dying – or at the very least prolong life until some other form of aid can be given. The air itself has a faint hint of healing property as well, though it is scarcely enough to do anything significantly beneficial. The planet itself does wish to keep life on it, even though said life is violent and frequently causing damage to the planet itself.

As of the time the Master is brought from, the planet was in the middle of self-destruction due to the final battle waged between the Doctor and the Master on it’s surface. It was overcome with various earthquakes; fire was leaping from chasms and abysms as if it was reinacting a scene from hell itself. A significant amount of oceans were boiled away in the fires and the magma, and vast sections of the planet were destroyed utterly, little more than rubble and memories. Significant amounts of ruins were similarly destroyed in the chaos, but such is to be expected with a dying planet. The inhabitants as well all fled the destruction, knowing the planet would not survive this final bout between the two Time Lords.

Unfortunately for the Master, the planet now remains in stasis, more or less. It has halted, mid-destruction, and now wavers as if it were on the edge of a blade. It is frequently shaken with quakes; magma often pours out from the ground and cools after a short while. Fire ravages the grasslands and spirals into the sky in massive, towering columns that could rival any blaze in existence. It is, by most definitions, a picture of apocalypse and it is completely amazing that it somehow manages to keep right on existing as if nothing has gone wrong.

Along with this, the cheetahs have returned to the planet as if there is nothing wrong as well. They ignore the fire, they ignore the magma, they only make brief commentary on the fires that rampage across the grasslands and the few trees there are. In all, they act as if the planet has been reset and returned to how it was prior to their leaving. They hunt as they do; which is to say that occasionally a human or humanoid type being does appear on the surface of the planet, but they are frequently killed and consumed. They continue to fight with each other (which is rather odd as the planet does not respond to their combat any longer) as well as cannibalize each other if such a thing is required.

Considering the Master’s state of mind – as he is quite insane – his reality is no longer as it should be. There are of course significant and detailed changes that he tends to gloss over and the Cheetahs either fail to acknowledge or act as if they had always existed. It is a seamless change to the planet and one that is fairly disconcerting, considering the nature of all the various changes involved.

Oceans and rivers, for example, now often turn into blood at whim, flickering between that of the healthy and restorative waters that the planet naturally has to that of sickly, disease ridden blood. It flows as if it is a river, the cheetahs treat it as if nothing has changed, and the stones and ground around it are stained with red. Along with it is the reeking smell of rot that hangs in the air around the bloodied water. It doesn’t filter through the rest of the area, but instead hangs over the water as if it were a pall of disease.

Sometimes the savannah grass itself no longer remains the yellow-tan that it normally is. For days at a time it either becomes a healthy, earth-like green grass, growing in the natural light of a red sun and under a pink sky. Other times, it turns the deepest of red; and it looks as if it were from Gallifrey itself. That too lasts for countless days, just massive stretches of red as far as the eye can see. It’s almost like a bit of nostalgia, his old planet suddenly making appearances where it shouldn’t be at all. A piece of Gallifrey on an otherwise barren and primitive planet.

At other times, vast expanses are suddenly littered with corpses, thousands upon thousands of corpses, piled upon each other as if prepared for either a mass burial grounds or a mass burning of bodies. None of them are ever in a state of perfect, unmarred existence. Some are rotted to the core, sloughing flesh onto the ground where it rapidly putrefies and contaminates the ground underneath it. Some are little more than skeletons, bones detaching and clattering to the ground – shattering into small pieces and into calcified dust. Some of them are burned, or broken, bodies twisted and contorted into general appearances of pain and suffering – last thoughts or last motions before their deaths, it is impossible to tell. Those moments are just vast expanses of gore, rot, decay, death. The smell from the bodies permeates everything, spreading like the virus on the planet itself. Sometimes there are even the sounds of people crying out; death rattles and gasping breaths, screams of pure unbridled pain and moans of sorrow, voices begging and pleading for mercy and yet only becoming cut off by a wet and almost strangled scream. It is a representation of cruelty, and is only a fraction of the bodies that the Master has laid in his wake.

The Master’s reality can be described as falling apart at the seams. Stretches of savannah suddenly fall away into nothing, leaving little more than a black abysm in the wake. It’s an infinite darkness, stretching down until there is nothing that can be seen – as capturing as a black hole in that it sucks in whatever it can grab. Red light, living organisms, plants, rocks, trees, bodies, anything that falls into it can never claw out, never escape. It simply ceases, disappears. It is completely unnatural and wrong by all definitions of both words. Even more so, it is not a silent abyss. Those that rip open are always filled with sounds, be it the ticking of a clock, moving ever forward, the grinding of some sort of gears, of most predominantly the sounds of terrified, agonized screaming. What is worse is the fact that the screams are almost appealing in some twisted way, beckoning and luring those who get to close to leap into the darkness and wink out of existence with everything else. It spreads like a sentient nothingness, biting and clawing and shredding everything it can capture before it once more disappears and leaves a featureless landscape in its wake. It is the definition of ruinous, and it is seeking to rip apart anything that it captures.

Another change that is not natural to the planet itself is how, separate from the smell that comes with the bloodied rivers and oceans, the air itself turns into a putrid, rank sort, filled with the smells of decay and rot. It is the smell of graves, of corpses, of death and destruction. It is the smell of fire and radiation, the smell of disease and illness. It hangs over everything thickly and it is almost enough that it can choke the life out of living things. It is all encompassing and there is little to be done to avoid it when it strikes – it simply hangs about on every wind and every inhalation; sickness waiting to take residence in lungs. The smell is strong enough where even the people with the strongest of stomachs will find them lurching in disgust. To those with heightened senses of smell, it is made worse at least a hundredfold, as if it has burned into the very inside of the nose itself. It gets into clothing and hangs about despite multiple washings, and the smell takes ages before it can be removed or lessened to even the smallest fragment of it’s former strength.

Apart from the ruins, new buildings have begun to appear on the planet. These ones are not made of stone or marble, or even of wood, and are instead made of steel, iron, and other types of hybridized metals that by all rights should not even exist on the planet itself. Massive towers made of coloured glass spiral up into the sky like monolithic spires, glinting in the red light of the sun. Other buildings, domed and pure white stretch across miles of land, a testament to those who built it. These buildings of course are not even remotely native to anything in the planet’s solar system, and instead belong to that of Gallifrey – shadows of the planet itself manifesting on the surface of this backwater savannah place.

Some of the technology appears at random moments, but none of it is truly tangible, they are little more than taunting, teasing specters of something that could never possibly exist on that planet due to a lack of anything useful. Firearms, transmats, things of that sort that could otherwise prove to give him an advantage or an escape from the planet are often things that appear, but they are fake. Always fake. No technology of usable sorts exists on the planet, after all, not as is. Such is the nature of the changes in his planet, punishing, devastating, and taunting. There is no such thing as a pleasant change involved here, all of them cause some sort of suffering for the Master.

Since the attack of the beasts, a few things have changed on the planet. Jaska’s fur, for example, has changed from the tawny-yellow that is natural to his kind to that of an off reddish-brown, and his eyes a vivid blue. He was one of the victims grabbed by the beats. Some of the landscape as well has been changed; some trees now have silver leaves, or are the equivalent of their Earth relatives. Entire sections of rock have eroded away in moments, as if thousands of years of corrosion happened. River beds have changed as well, twisting and winding or otherwise finding themselves dammed up by sudden stones and rocks. Ruins have decayed or in some cases, rebuilt entirely, though they are still a shadow of what must’ve been their former glory.

The Master

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