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Okay so I'm back (I apologise if i spam the thread)
First up so the Doctor seems to be Resistant to Extrasensory Perception/Psychometry since even people who can see this kind of thing can't actually learn his name or a good deal of his past.
LILITH: The power of a name works only once. Observe. I gaze upon this bag of bones and now I name thee Martha Jones.
(Martha falls backwards into the Doctor's arms.)
DOCTOR: What have you done?
LILITH: Only sleeping, alas. It's curious. The name has less impact. She's somehow out of her time. And as for you, Sir Doctor. Fascinating. There is no name. Why would a man hide his title in such despair? Oh, but look. There's still one word with the power that aches.
DOCTOR: The naming won't work on me.
The Doc should also have Vehicular Mastery as well (He could fly a god damn plane and is a master driver and can pilot his TARDIS fairly well)
He also has slight Telekinesis "
The Doctor thumped the lock on the gate, making the old iron bars boom and rattle.
He took a step back from the gate holding his chin in his hand while he stared hard at the lock.He poked the lock with the tip of his finger. It split open and clattered on to the concrete.
"She saw the Doctor push two fingers hard into the chest of one of his opponents. The man toppled backward, as though stunned"
"He reached into his coat pocket and took out a bottle of beer. The glass was still damp. He set it on the grass and rummaged in the pocket for a bottle opener.
He couldn't find one. Should have picked one up in the liquor store. The Doctor sighed, concentrated just a little energy in the tips of his fingers, and flicked the lid off with a bright metallic sound."
First up so the Doctor seems to be Resistant to Extrasensory Perception/Psychometry since even people who can see this kind of thing can't actually learn his name or a good deal of his past.
LILITH: The power of a name works only once. Observe. I gaze upon this bag of bones and now I name thee Martha Jones.
(Martha falls backwards into the Doctor's arms.)
DOCTOR: What have you done?
LILITH: Only sleeping, alas. It's curious. The name has less impact. She's somehow out of her time. And as for you, Sir Doctor. Fascinating. There is no name. Why would a man hide his title in such despair? Oh, but look. There's still one word with the power that aches.
DOCTOR: The naming won't work on me.
The Doc should also have Vehicular Mastery as well (He could fly a god damn plane and is a master driver and can pilot his TARDIS fairly well)
He also has slight Telekinesis "
The Doctor thumped the lock on the gate, making the old iron bars boom and rattle.
He took a step back from the gate holding his chin in his hand while he stared hard at the lock.He poked the lock with the tip of his finger. It split open and clattered on to the concrete.
"She saw the Doctor push two fingers hard into the chest of one of his opponents. The man toppled backward, as though stunned"
"He reached into his coat pocket and took out a bottle of beer. The glass was still damp. He set it on the grass and rummaged in the pocket for a bottle opener.
He couldn't find one. Should have picked one up in the liquor store. The Doctor sighed, concentrated just a little energy in the tips of his fingers, and flicked the lid off with a bright metallic sound."