Xander F. Santerrifar away, this ship is taking me far awayFull Name:
FAR AWAY FROM THE MEMORIES OF THE PEOPLE THAT CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE
Axander Fermot ix AnterrrisAlias(es):
Xander, the LibrarianGender:
Gallifreyan (Time Lord in training)Home planet:
Gallifrey (planet of origin); Earth (planet of residence)Allegiance:
University student, knowledge seekerAny skills:
Observation, Trivia and history knowledge, Tardis piloting and temporal navigation, regeneration (with no control), compassion, empathy.
starlight, i will be chasing the starlightFace Claim:
UNTIL THE END OF MY LIFE, I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S WORTH IT ANYMORE
Gaspard UllielEye color:
Light brown/kept somewhat short, swept out of his face, parted just left of the middleHeight:
132 lbsDistinguishing features:
Xander looks like the kind of handsome young man that doesn't really know it. Appearing in his early 20s, his sand-brown hair is kept rather short, well out of the way of his wide, soft green eyes. Xander's skin lacks the tan associated with outdoor types, and it can generally be assumed that just isn't him. His overall build can be considered more or less "average", not exactly thin but slim. He stands at around 5'7" or 5'8", and if one were to weigh him, he'd probably fall around the 130 lb mark.
Xander generally wears black slacks, black walking shoes and a plain white button-down shirt when he isn't at work or at school, and has a brown jacket he wears over that. The idea of being fashionable was something he never really understood, so he's decided to keep his clothing simple so as not to bring attention to himself.
hold you in my armsLikes:
I JUST WANTED TO HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS
-Books and other keepers of knowledgeDislikes:
-Quiet time with friends
-Adventure and heroics (shh, this one's secret)
-Knowledge of literature (fiction and non-fiction)Weaknesses:
-Understanding of humans
-Determination and dedication
-Sense of ethics
-Hesitation and self-doubt
-Discrepancies between historical fiction and reality
-Overprotection of books
-Being hunted by Rassilon's Hound
-Become a proper Time LordFears:
-Finish his collection of rare books
-Learn to accept the nature of the universe
-Daleks, the most destructive sentient creatures in the universePersonality:
-The Hound, Rassilon's renegade Time Lord hunter
-Loss - Losing the people closest to him again
Axander is a quietly eccentric young man, fond of physical media for information rather than computers. While most would regard his personality and skills as leaning towards the profession of scholar, he would prefer to keep both reality and fiction in his records, as both are vital to a proper understanding of the psyche, or so he says. Although the advanced perceptions of a Gallifreyan allow Axander the capability of reading a novel in a few seconds, he much prefers to savor them like a fine meal, reading at the speed of less time-oriented beings, such as humans. That lets him really enjoy them to their fullest, rather than simply absorbing their information.
After the war, Axander's main desire was to find a way to earn the right to his Time Lord title and name. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem likely without access to the Academy or officials who can decide that he's proven himself worthy of being counted among their number. Coupled with the death of his mother, this has left Axander a depressed and lonely individual, without even a Tardis for company. Still, he buries the sadness behind a smile and gentle curiosity about others, mostly about the stories they like or the stories they'd write if given the chance. The whole time, he hides his own story for fear of losing those he'd endanger with the knowledge of his identity.
my life, you electrify my lifeBirth planet:
LET'S CONSPIRE TO RE-IGNITE, ALL THE SOULS THAT WOULD DIE
JUST TO FEEL ALIVE
Miran Elona ix Anterrris (mother); Farax Siliro ix AnterrrisSiblings:
Axander was born and raised in the Citadel on Gallifrey, a student at the Academy and one of the potential new Time Lords of his generation. From the time he was eight years old, he followed in his parents' footsteps, studying sociology and history, specializing in how sentients interact rather than the more physical sciences. During his time, Axander made close friendships that lasted for decades. Life was good, and he had only a few short years left before his graduation to a full Time Lord. That came to an end when the Daleks came.
They'd come to wipe out Gallifrey, the Time Lords, and any hope of stopping their genetic cleansing of the universe. All Time Lords and Time Capsules were summoned back to Gallifrey to fight in the war, Type 100 warships and Type 70 exploration vessels used side by side against their enemies. Time Lords were dying and killing, eons of peace broken for the second time in recent history. And what happened after the war against the Enemy? Axander's mother knew.
Miran Elona ix Anterrris was an archeologist, her skills set on understanding the past and how it shaped the future. More than that, she was a Time Lady. She was no soldier, and the casualties were mounting. Miran did the unthinkable. During the height of the fighting, she snuck Axander aboard her Time Capsule, a vessel that had been bonded with her for four hundred years, and fled Gallifrey. It took some work to defy the will of the Council, but Miran and Axander were clever.
Shocked as he was, the boy didn't have time to consider the consequences of the treason they were committing. He didn't consider how difficult it was to hide their trail through the Vortex, especially as neither of them had the training to perform such stealthy tasks. They arrived on Earth, a planet with so many temporal nexus points they thought no one would ever find them. How wrong they were.
Two years of life in London, 1963, and the pair thought they had eluded the Time War entirely. They'd gone under the names Xander F. Santerri and Mary Elena Santerri, sending "Xander" to a small college while "Mary" took up work as a high school teacher. It was to their great surprise (greater for Miran, as she hadn't expected the Time Lords to cover up such an important event), two factions of Daleks from long before the Time War were having a civil war through the streets, and they could detect the Time Lords. Caught in the crossfire between the Imperial and Renegade Dalek forces, Miran and Axander tried to escape to the Time Capsule. It was a clean escape, until they ran into the Hound.
The Hound was another Time Lord, a special agent who answered directly to the mad Lord President Rassilon himself. His duty was simple; find renegade Time Lords and bring them to justice. The proper punishment for treason was execution. His weapon was a staser pistol. Escape was almost impossible, but the Daleks' intervention gave the pair a chance to slip away from their hunter. Axander managed to escape unscathed, as his mother threw herself into the line of fire. Miran survived long enough to reach the Time Capsule, and it dematerialized to another time of its own accord, sensing the occupants' fear and panic.
They appeared in Wales, in the city of Cardiff. The Time Capsule disguised itself as an old mansion, even going so far as to reconfigure its insides to match. The Control Room became a basement, and went dark as Miran's life drained from her. There would be no regeneration from a staser pistol.
Axander was devastated. He was light years from anyone he really knew, with a war through time itself going on at every moment in history at once, with his friends and loved ones probably dying. And he was hiding from it all, now trapped. Nothing was right at all. It took days before he was willing to step outside, and he introduced himself to the local community under the same name he'd used in London. It turned out that was over fourty years earlier. Still, no records existed of the people they had been, so the vague explanations were all easily accepted, including the story of his mother's death. She'd been sick, and had left him the house.
So Xander lived in Cardiff, attending the city's magnificent university and keeping mostly to himself. He did his best to socialize without giving away his alien nature. It was too dangerous to reveal himself as a Time Lord. No, in truth he wasn't even that. He was a Gallifreyan, and that was bad enough. He wouldn't have the respect a Time Lord had earned, and he didn't feel he deserved any for allowing all this to happen. So he buried his heritage and hid away, knowing full well he could revive his mother's Time Capsule at the cost of one of his regenerations, but unable to convince himself of there being any value in leaving. He was one of them now.
but i'll never let you goWeapon(s):
IF YOU PROMISE NOT TO FADE AWAY, NEVER FADE AWAY
None, unless you count his Gallifreyan tool, belowImportant Tech:
Gravitic Spanner (uses gravity waves to manipulate mass)Other items:
Type 76 Time Travel Capsule, currently dead and no longer dimensionally transcendental, potentially revivable.
out hopes and expectationsSample RP:
BLACK HOLES AND REVELATIONS
The university astronomy lab was completely deserted, for once. None of the students had any upcoming tests or projects that needed working on in the middle of the night. There was a party, where many of them were attending in one of the local dormitories. The only thing in the room was Axander, having gotten permission to use the facility for his research. With that boy's skill, the university hoped to gain a few more government grants. What his research actually was didn't seem to matter to them, which suited Axander just fine.
He knew about the rift. It was important, it was the only thing keeping the Hound from discovering his presence. What he didn't know was why his Time Capsule had died along with his mother. It should have weakened, until a new Time Lord imprinted on its briode nebulizer, but the Eye of Harmony should have kept it safe. Axander was sure the rift had something to do with it, or at least could provide some answers. The lab's incredible machinery and gadgets were fantastic, by human standards. They'd be more than enough to get information from the rift, if properly tuned.
That was it. He had the perfect synchronization, the perfect alignment, and the perfect readout system. Everything was as it should have been, except...
"Where is it? What happened?" The growing smile on Axander's face dropped as he looked over the information being displayed. The rift was a hole leading directly into the Vortex, and as such it should have carried with it waves of energy from the Eye of Harmony, the greatest source of energy across two and a half realities. There was no trace of its energy signal, though. There was no evidence that it had ever even existed.
"No...That's completely impossible. I've done it wrong, that's all. I've just picked up more space noise." With a sigh, he shut off the readout and quickly put all the system settings back the way he'd found them. There was nothing he could see to do about the problem other than sit and sulk. The moment after he slumped his face into his hands, Axander heard a voice behind him say his false name, and he turned with a start to face the last person he'd expected to see following him...
hold you in my arms, i just wanted to holdAlias:
YOU IN MY ARMS. I JUST WANTED TO HOLD...
Nintaku or Trick (short for Patrick)Member Title:
Part-time Tin DogContact Information:
ZakHg on AIM and YIM, firstname.lastname@example.orgThe Secret Code:
In these stones horizons sing. It's a music piece composed by Karl Jenkins.Anything else:
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