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Character Name: Davros
Series: Dr Who
Age: Old. No, really, he was dragged flailing and screaming from the Classic series into the New series which makes him... crikey. Uhm. Several hundred? He even spent a century deadfor tax reasons waiting for the Daleks to find him.
From When?: The end of "Journey's End" where it sure looks as though he's dead. Then again, somewhere down the line Moffatt will most likely prove me wrong.
Inmate/Warden: Inmate. What needs changed is this fellow's delusions of genetic superiority/xenophobia/megalomania. He shoots himself in the metaphorical foot with these traits and never manages to get anything done other than building Daleks and getting killed repeatedly.
Item: N/A
Abilities/Powers: A vast intellect. He's your standard evil genius polymath, well-versed in everything from robotics to genetics, from chemistry to astronomy, from physics to medicine. Any device he gets his, well, hand on can be figured out with remarkable speed, usually without even having to disassemble it first. He even understands psychology, but his own outlook twists that knowledge to the point where it seems he only comprehends about half of it. He just doesn't want to think on the rest of it.
He also has the ability to throw lighting from his hand but, really, the Barge can feel free to take that entirely, as he only had it in the new series and the one time he showed up in the Colin Baker era. Of course, without it he's absolutely boiled shite in combat but I'm sure he can brain up something.
Personality: Davros' personality has been described as paranoid, xenophobic, megalomaniacal, arrogant, merciless, cruel, and manipulative. He is a right nasty piece of work and burns through alliances with an alarming rapidity considering how physically vulnerable he is. The only kind of being he considers worthy besides himself are his Daleks and even then his opinion of them vascillates between their being his children and their existing only to obey him. Nevertheless, he invariably refers to them as "my Daleks." He is prideful of them, considering them his greatest achievement, and wishes to see them reach their full potential, even if that potential is conquering the universe. He is even seen to scold them when they deviate from his ideal--for example exhibiting emotion or entertaining the idea of compromise (see Stolen Earth for the most recent example).
His xenophobia is culturally-derived, a product of the Kaled war effort versus the Thals wherein, by the time Davros was born, the prevailing opinion was that the other nations on Skaro were inferior and unfit to live and that life on other planets did not exist (Genesis of the Daleks). This war had been going on for at least a thousand years and said opinions were so entrenched in the Kaled psyche that to believe differently was an exceedingly rare phenomenon and considered high treason. Even science had been bent to this propaganda as, when a detailed study was made, the subtle physiological differences between Kaled and Thal were immediately taken to prove the Thals' inferiority (I, Davros). This smacks very much of WWII-era Nazi philosophy and scientific prejudices seen in other countries around the same time and earlier. It wouldn't be the first time Davros has been likened to an alien Josef Mengele. People, especially non-Kaled people, are nothing more than lab rats.
His arrogance was in evidence from a very early age, according to the Big Finish Audio series I, Davros. Even as an adolescent he saw himself as superior to those around him due to his extreme intelligence. He had nothing but scorn for the military and those who supported it, and derided as imbecilic those who refused to explore life other than people. Upon reaching adulthood his scorn for the military had only increased, because their hierarchies and bureocracies stood in his way, preventing him from conducting the kind of scientific exploration he felt he was capable of and preferring to waste his talent and intellect in endless weapons testing. He was sure he would be the greatest scientist Skaro had ever seen, and well on his way toward true megalomania.
His pursual of pure science for its own sake can easily be seen as merciless and cruel, as he is documented to have deliberately hastened what he thought was the evolutionary path of the Kaled people, exposing adult test subjects to extremely high doses of radiation, then moving on to do the same to the foetuses of pregnant women and then to actual Kaled children, making them into the first Daleks (ibid.). Even after the Daleks were created, he would consistently tinker with their design and biology, and is responsible for anything from mining genetic material from to deliberately mutating countless species in order to make newer, better Daleks (Revelation of the Daleks). Hovever, his original aims may have been born out of an albeit twisted drive to see the Kaled people survive, and he is not above further mutilating himself to provide genetic material for Daleks (Stolen Earth), which may speak of a long-buried altruism and a tiny remaining spark of the capacity for self-sacrifice.
He does not resent his condition, preferring life in any capacity to death, which speaks of at least a measure of thanatophobia, as do the numerous failsafes built into his life-support system (Destiny of the Daleks, Revelation of the Daleks, Remembrance of the Daleks). To continue living is the highest goal a sapient being can strive toward, and choosing death is a coward's choice, in his opinion. Life is hard, painful, and terrifying, but it is not to be thrown away. Suicide is cowardly and heroes are fools. This philosophy, mixed with the undeniable vulnerability of his condition, makes him terribly paranoid, indeed. He has too much to accomplish to ever think about dying. Now, if someone could convince him that the same applies to everyone else, as well.
His manipulative traits are well-evidenced, as well, as he has been known to beg for mercy convincingly enough to lull an adversary (usually the Doctor) into hesitation before attacking. He has even managed to convince interrogators that they'd broken him in order to get them to capitulate and to secure his own freedom (The Davros Mission, Big Finish Audio), though a case could be made that it was not entirely a performance.
His psyche is not without its strengths and positives, however, as he is driven, creative, resourceful, not averse to hard work, and insightful. The fact that he created the Daleks with little support and continued to re-create them with even less (Stolen Earth) speaks to this. Though usually because of the age-old adage, 'if you want something done right do it yourself,' he has, nevertheless, invented not only the Daleks but his own life-support unit (Genesis of the Daleks) and the embalming and processing technologies of Tranquil Repose (Revelation Of The Daleks.) His creativity and intellect, however twisted, are also evidenced in the concept that he knew of the existence of the ancient Time Lord relic the Hand of Omega, as well as how to implement it to his own ends (Remembrance of the Daleks).
Barge Reactions: The Barge itself will come as little to no surprise to Davros. He's been in space countless times and in countless capacities, from giant war cruiser to tiny escape pod. He's also seen his share of prison ships and of aliens. The presence of this many aliens in one ship might be a bit overwhelming which will present as supreme irritation, but it's nothing he hasn't seen before.
His reaction to other character types, genres, canons, et cetera, is pretty easy to describe. Anything that isn't a Kaled or a Dalek is inferior. End of story. He doesn't care how people from American or Japanese source material think or act, they're aliens and therefore not worth consideration. He may occasionally splutter at pop culture references and have absolutely zero tolerance for somethingorother-dere mind games but at the end of the day they're aliens and inconsequential.
If he encounters anyone from his own canon, if he's heard of them, he will react with a little more vitriol. He's got a shit list a mile long, mainly because it's made up of every companion of the Doctor's he's ever met and the entire population of Gallifrey. His hatred of Gallifreyans in general, Time Lords to be specific, and the Doctor to be REALLY specific, knows no bounds. This is a Davros who's fought in the Time War, and the mutual hatred of Gallifreyans and Daleks is a terrifying thing.
As to floods, breaches, et cetera, there is no way any of these things will miss him, seeing as it's not exactly easy for him to escape any kind of environmental effects. In fact, he will go out of his way to negotiate, convince, or even bully people into ensuring his safety. He is so paranoid and thanatophobic that he used to actively work to hide the cuttoff switch someone had built into his life-support. Nowadays it's well-hidden but still there because the Daleks don't trust him, but he doesn't have to guard it. If he ends up saving someone else, then, well, they'll owe him, won't they? At least until he ends up doing it often enough that recompense is no longer an issue.
I have it on reliable authority that he's stayed on the Barge before but he has absolutely no memory of it.
Path to Redemption: Any Warden trying to redeem Davros is going to have his/her/its work cut out for him/her/it. It's not impossible, no matter how much Davros himself would like one to believe so, just exceedingly difficult. A Warden will have to be clever, creative, devious, and relentless. Essentially, one needs to convince him that redemption is the most logical course, proving it irrefutably. And they're going to have to prove it many times, as only befits scientific thinking. Save his life a few times. Engineer circumstances so that he has no choice but to do something for the benefit of others. Lock him in a hydroponics garden where he's forced to care for something other than himself or his experiments in order to survive. That sort of thing. He will relapse, and often; he will most likely be found experimenting horribly on people or creatures he's meant to heal or save but occasionally the desired result will occur. Of course, once that's mentioned he will dismiss the idea coldly--at least in the presence of others. Alone, he'll wonder what's happening to him. Still, a life without intergalactic war might take his edge off a bit. Poor chap's been through hell--perhaps he just needs someone to take care of him.
...
Naaaaah. It's gonna be a long, hard, violent slog and we all know it. He'll probably go through Wardens like most people go through socks. If he weren't an evil genius he could have been a Skarosian Lawrence Olivier, he's that good at fooling people. And yet people are going to keep trying because they're occasionally going to see a glimmer of change. And every once in a great while that glimmer is real.
History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Davros I can, however, type it out if you'd rather I did so.
Sample Journal Entry:
[The video feed activates, and what it displays is nothing short of ghoulish--unless you already know Davros, in which case it's just him, attempting to smile like the poster boy for Your Stalwart Kaled Soldiers. It fails and he instead appears as though he's attempting human expression based on nothing more than schematics. Still, his rattling electronic voice has an almost impossible purring quality, like Shroedinger's Cat happily haunting 1960's sound equipment. If not for its innate unnaturalness, one might find it pleasant.]
Good afternoon, passengers. [That is... deceptively polite. Never let it be said that Davros is a rude evil genius.] Now that I've had the chance to settle into my new abode, I must confess to a certain... curiosity. I have never seen such diversity in a single vessel--no, my part of space is decidedly homogenous. [He pronounces it hom-oh-GEE-nus, just to up the esoteric quotient.] As I have few things to occupy me at present, I wish to make a request, in the interest of furthering scientific knowledge, for the opportunity to examine a few of you--nothing invasive, of course, simply a physiological catalogue for common use. [If he had two hands, he'd be spreading them innocently--he does at least do that with his remaining right hand.] Any co-operation would not find me ungrateful. Do please contact me if you are interested in volunteering.
[The broadcast cuts out, but the line is still open for response.]
Sample RP:
It's freezing cold. At least, that's what everyone seems to be saying.
The thought brings a smirk to Davros' features--one hasn't really experienced cold until one's hurtled through the vacuum of space in an escape pod outfitted with only the barest of essential life-support. And it's clear none of these creatures have done so. Soft, pathetic things.
Still... he's not going out there. While he doesn't allow the cold to bother him, technology is not nearly as resilient as an organic being and he's already seen several components of his chair freeze up, literally, especially abovedecks. Besides, this impossible snow serves no purpose. It never had. Not even on Skaro when there was such a thing as weather patterns, before the planet had literally dried up to the point where precipitation was impossible.
It hadn't interested him then, either.
He suppresses a shiver as memories wander by, and when a particularly early one involving snowballs and friends and a game of war visits him--childish voices shrieking "Exterminate the Thals!" and laughing--Davros gives an odd, growling hiss and turns his chair away from the door. The last thing he needs, after all, is that detestable Warden coming in at the wrong moment and asking him what he was thinking about. He's run out of random scientific dissertations to confuse with and is in no mood to be honest.
He curses his terrible luck when the door opens anyway.
Special Notes: Davros cannot be removed from his wheelchair-like mobile life-support unit without dying in the space of a few minutes--unless, of course, someone's got the medical technology to replicate its effect. Kaled medical science is almost infallible but it's also terrifyingly visceral and brutally efficient. To remove Davros from this thing would involve disconnecting at least two dozen ingrafted devices and countless sensors in a procedure that would take at least a day. Great for medical horror but not worth the bother in any other capacity--best to just leave him there.
That said, I would not be averse to allowing it. It'll just take a long time and a lot of people to do without killing him--unless, of course, one's aim is to terrify him completely, in which case go for having your character do it themselves.
User DW:
memorylikeasieveAIM/IM: AIM: IIMDYinker
E-mail: yumegari_2@yahoo.com, but I scarcely look at it. I'm more easily reached at memorylikeasieve on Plurk
Other Characters: None here.
Character Name: Davros
Series: Dr Who
Age: Old. No, really, he was dragged flailing and screaming from the Classic series into the New series which makes him... crikey. Uhm. Several hundred? He even spent a century dead
From When?: The end of "Journey's End" where it sure looks as though he's dead. Then again, somewhere down the line Moffatt will most likely prove me wrong.
Inmate/Warden: Inmate. What needs changed is this fellow's delusions of genetic superiority/xenophobia/megalomania. He shoots himself in the metaphorical foot with these traits and never manages to get anything done other than building Daleks and getting killed repeatedly.
Item: N/A
Abilities/Powers: A vast intellect. He's your standard evil genius polymath, well-versed in everything from robotics to genetics, from chemistry to astronomy, from physics to medicine. Any device he gets his, well, hand on can be figured out with remarkable speed, usually without even having to disassemble it first. He even understands psychology, but his own outlook twists that knowledge to the point where it seems he only comprehends about half of it. He just doesn't want to think on the rest of it.
He also has the ability to throw lighting from his hand but, really, the Barge can feel free to take that entirely, as he only had it in the new series and the one time he showed up in the Colin Baker era. Of course, without it he's absolutely boiled shite in combat but I'm sure he can brain up something.
Personality: Davros' personality has been described as paranoid, xenophobic, megalomaniacal, arrogant, merciless, cruel, and manipulative. He is a right nasty piece of work and burns through alliances with an alarming rapidity considering how physically vulnerable he is. The only kind of being he considers worthy besides himself are his Daleks and even then his opinion of them vascillates between their being his children and their existing only to obey him. Nevertheless, he invariably refers to them as "my Daleks." He is prideful of them, considering them his greatest achievement, and wishes to see them reach their full potential, even if that potential is conquering the universe. He is even seen to scold them when they deviate from his ideal--for example exhibiting emotion or entertaining the idea of compromise (see Stolen Earth for the most recent example).
His xenophobia is culturally-derived, a product of the Kaled war effort versus the Thals wherein, by the time Davros was born, the prevailing opinion was that the other nations on Skaro were inferior and unfit to live and that life on other planets did not exist (Genesis of the Daleks). This war had been going on for at least a thousand years and said opinions were so entrenched in the Kaled psyche that to believe differently was an exceedingly rare phenomenon and considered high treason. Even science had been bent to this propaganda as, when a detailed study was made, the subtle physiological differences between Kaled and Thal were immediately taken to prove the Thals' inferiority (I, Davros). This smacks very much of WWII-era Nazi philosophy and scientific prejudices seen in other countries around the same time and earlier. It wouldn't be the first time Davros has been likened to an alien Josef Mengele. People, especially non-Kaled people, are nothing more than lab rats.
His arrogance was in evidence from a very early age, according to the Big Finish Audio series I, Davros. Even as an adolescent he saw himself as superior to those around him due to his extreme intelligence. He had nothing but scorn for the military and those who supported it, and derided as imbecilic those who refused to explore life other than people. Upon reaching adulthood his scorn for the military had only increased, because their hierarchies and bureocracies stood in his way, preventing him from conducting the kind of scientific exploration he felt he was capable of and preferring to waste his talent and intellect in endless weapons testing. He was sure he would be the greatest scientist Skaro had ever seen, and well on his way toward true megalomania.
His pursual of pure science for its own sake can easily be seen as merciless and cruel, as he is documented to have deliberately hastened what he thought was the evolutionary path of the Kaled people, exposing adult test subjects to extremely high doses of radiation, then moving on to do the same to the foetuses of pregnant women and then to actual Kaled children, making them into the first Daleks (ibid.). Even after the Daleks were created, he would consistently tinker with their design and biology, and is responsible for anything from mining genetic material from to deliberately mutating countless species in order to make newer, better Daleks (Revelation of the Daleks). Hovever, his original aims may have been born out of an albeit twisted drive to see the Kaled people survive, and he is not above further mutilating himself to provide genetic material for Daleks (Stolen Earth), which may speak of a long-buried altruism and a tiny remaining spark of the capacity for self-sacrifice.
He does not resent his condition, preferring life in any capacity to death, which speaks of at least a measure of thanatophobia, as do the numerous failsafes built into his life-support system (Destiny of the Daleks, Revelation of the Daleks, Remembrance of the Daleks). To continue living is the highest goal a sapient being can strive toward, and choosing death is a coward's choice, in his opinion. Life is hard, painful, and terrifying, but it is not to be thrown away. Suicide is cowardly and heroes are fools. This philosophy, mixed with the undeniable vulnerability of his condition, makes him terribly paranoid, indeed. He has too much to accomplish to ever think about dying. Now, if someone could convince him that the same applies to everyone else, as well.
His manipulative traits are well-evidenced, as well, as he has been known to beg for mercy convincingly enough to lull an adversary (usually the Doctor) into hesitation before attacking. He has even managed to convince interrogators that they'd broken him in order to get them to capitulate and to secure his own freedom (The Davros Mission, Big Finish Audio), though a case could be made that it was not entirely a performance.
His psyche is not without its strengths and positives, however, as he is driven, creative, resourceful, not averse to hard work, and insightful. The fact that he created the Daleks with little support and continued to re-create them with even less (Stolen Earth) speaks to this. Though usually because of the age-old adage, 'if you want something done right do it yourself,' he has, nevertheless, invented not only the Daleks but his own life-support unit (Genesis of the Daleks) and the embalming and processing technologies of Tranquil Repose (Revelation Of The Daleks.) His creativity and intellect, however twisted, are also evidenced in the concept that he knew of the existence of the ancient Time Lord relic the Hand of Omega, as well as how to implement it to his own ends (Remembrance of the Daleks).
Barge Reactions: The Barge itself will come as little to no surprise to Davros. He's been in space countless times and in countless capacities, from giant war cruiser to tiny escape pod. He's also seen his share of prison ships and of aliens. The presence of this many aliens in one ship might be a bit overwhelming which will present as supreme irritation, but it's nothing he hasn't seen before.
His reaction to other character types, genres, canons, et cetera, is pretty easy to describe. Anything that isn't a Kaled or a Dalek is inferior. End of story. He doesn't care how people from American or Japanese source material think or act, they're aliens and therefore not worth consideration. He may occasionally splutter at pop culture references and have absolutely zero tolerance for somethingorother-dere mind games but at the end of the day they're aliens and inconsequential.
If he encounters anyone from his own canon, if he's heard of them, he will react with a little more vitriol. He's got a shit list a mile long, mainly because it's made up of every companion of the Doctor's he's ever met and the entire population of Gallifrey. His hatred of Gallifreyans in general, Time Lords to be specific, and the Doctor to be REALLY specific, knows no bounds. This is a Davros who's fought in the Time War, and the mutual hatred of Gallifreyans and Daleks is a terrifying thing.
As to floods, breaches, et cetera, there is no way any of these things will miss him, seeing as it's not exactly easy for him to escape any kind of environmental effects. In fact, he will go out of his way to negotiate, convince, or even bully people into ensuring his safety. He is so paranoid and thanatophobic that he used to actively work to hide the cuttoff switch someone had built into his life-support. Nowadays it's well-hidden but still there because the Daleks don't trust him, but he doesn't have to guard it. If he ends up saving someone else, then, well, they'll owe him, won't they? At least until he ends up doing it often enough that recompense is no longer an issue.
I have it on reliable authority that he's stayed on the Barge before but he has absolutely no memory of it.
Path to Redemption: Any Warden trying to redeem Davros is going to have his/her/its work cut out for him/her/it. It's not impossible, no matter how much Davros himself would like one to believe so, just exceedingly difficult. A Warden will have to be clever, creative, devious, and relentless. Essentially, one needs to convince him that redemption is the most logical course, proving it irrefutably. And they're going to have to prove it many times, as only befits scientific thinking. Save his life a few times. Engineer circumstances so that he has no choice but to do something for the benefit of others. Lock him in a hydroponics garden where he's forced to care for something other than himself or his experiments in order to survive. That sort of thing. He will relapse, and often; he will most likely be found experimenting horribly on people or creatures he's meant to heal or save but occasionally the desired result will occur. Of course, once that's mentioned he will dismiss the idea coldly--at least in the presence of others. Alone, he'll wonder what's happening to him. Still, a life without intergalactic war might take his edge off a bit. Poor chap's been through hell--perhaps he just needs someone to take care of him.
...
Naaaaah. It's gonna be a long, hard, violent slog and we all know it. He'll probably go through Wardens like most people go through socks. If he weren't an evil genius he could have been a Skarosian Lawrence Olivier, he's that good at fooling people. And yet people are going to keep trying because they're occasionally going to see a glimmer of change. And every once in a great while that glimmer is real.
History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Davros I can, however, type it out if you'd rather I did so.
Sample Journal Entry:
[The video feed activates, and what it displays is nothing short of ghoulish--unless you already know Davros, in which case it's just him, attempting to smile like the poster boy for Your Stalwart Kaled Soldiers. It fails and he instead appears as though he's attempting human expression based on nothing more than schematics. Still, his rattling electronic voice has an almost impossible purring quality, like Shroedinger's Cat happily haunting 1960's sound equipment. If not for its innate unnaturalness, one might find it pleasant.]
Good afternoon, passengers. [That is... deceptively polite. Never let it be said that Davros is a rude evil genius.] Now that I've had the chance to settle into my new abode, I must confess to a certain... curiosity. I have never seen such diversity in a single vessel--no, my part of space is decidedly homogenous. [He pronounces it hom-oh-GEE-nus, just to up the esoteric quotient.] As I have few things to occupy me at present, I wish to make a request, in the interest of furthering scientific knowledge, for the opportunity to examine a few of you--nothing invasive, of course, simply a physiological catalogue for common use. [If he had two hands, he'd be spreading them innocently--he does at least do that with his remaining right hand.] Any co-operation would not find me ungrateful. Do please contact me if you are interested in volunteering.
[The broadcast cuts out, but the line is still open for response.]
Sample RP:
It's freezing cold. At least, that's what everyone seems to be saying.
The thought brings a smirk to Davros' features--one hasn't really experienced cold until one's hurtled through the vacuum of space in an escape pod outfitted with only the barest of essential life-support. And it's clear none of these creatures have done so. Soft, pathetic things.
Still... he's not going out there. While he doesn't allow the cold to bother him, technology is not nearly as resilient as an organic being and he's already seen several components of his chair freeze up, literally, especially abovedecks. Besides, this impossible snow serves no purpose. It never had. Not even on Skaro when there was such a thing as weather patterns, before the planet had literally dried up to the point where precipitation was impossible.
It hadn't interested him then, either.
He suppresses a shiver as memories wander by, and when a particularly early one involving snowballs and friends and a game of war visits him--childish voices shrieking "Exterminate the Thals!" and laughing--Davros gives an odd, growling hiss and turns his chair away from the door. The last thing he needs, after all, is that detestable Warden coming in at the wrong moment and asking him what he was thinking about. He's run out of random scientific dissertations to confuse with and is in no mood to be honest.
He curses his terrible luck when the door opens anyway.
Special Notes: Davros cannot be removed from his wheelchair-like mobile life-support unit without dying in the space of a few minutes--unless, of course, someone's got the medical technology to replicate its effect. Kaled medical science is almost infallible but it's also terrifyingly visceral and brutally efficient. To remove Davros from this thing would involve disconnecting at least two dozen ingrafted devices and countless sensors in a procedure that would take at least a day. Great for medical horror but not worth the bother in any other capacity--best to just leave him there.
That said, I would not be averse to allowing it. It'll just take a long time and a lot of people to do without killing him--unless, of course, one's aim is to terrify him completely, in which case go for having your character do it themselves.
