The Valeyard

[The Valeyard]

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name · The Valeyard
nicknames · The Doctor
age · undetermined
gender · male
sexual orientation · asexual
played by · Michael Jayston
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species · Time Lord (or part of, metaphysical, potential for existence of)
general description · The Valeyard appears fairly old compared to most of the Doctor's later selves - perhaps fifty, to human eyes. He is of average height and somewhat gaunt in build, with combed-back, black hair and cold, grey-blue eyes in a pale face.
distinguishing features · Nothing that stands out - although perhaps on meeting him, anyone who has ever known the Doctor would immediately think of the kindliness in that Time Lord's eyes, and how completely absent any such warmth is from the eyes of the Valeyard.
physical flaws · Erm...really greasy hair. Lovely.
personal style · In line with how he defined himself, he dressed most appropriately in the traditional garb of a Gallifreyan court prosecutor - and with the Doctor's undeniable tendency to put together an outfit for each regeneration, the look stuck. Flowing, black robes trimmed with white; black-gloved hands; silver and teal shoulder-guards; and for court back on Gallifrey, he donned a black skullcap.
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likes · It could be said that he values life, the certainty of his own existence - but then, it isn't what the Doctor ever liked that makes up the Valeyard. It is doubtful whether he is capable of liking anything, as such.
dislikes · Daleks, Cybermen, the Master...and so much more besides. Every ounce of dislike the Doctor ever felt for anyone and anything is distilled into hatred in the entity that is the Valeyard. The mundane, everyday things - cats, pears, beans, Mondays - he innately despises; but more horrific still, every brief second of irritation that the Doctor ever felt for his companions and the human race is now the Valeyard's bitter loathing. It also frustrates him to be called "Doctor", or to be reminded that he is essentially the Doctor, or even to be compared to his former self.
strengths · He possesses all the Doctor's intelligence and technical prowess, as well as the most intimate knowledge of all the Doctor's incarnations up to the twelfth. Fitting with his adopted role as the Doctor's prosecutor, he is also quite the silver-tongued orator. His total lack of inhibitions could also be considered a strength.
weaknesses · Conversely to his strengths, he is too well-matched against himself - against the Doctor, he can hide nothing. Likewise, his lack of inhibitions - as well as any of the Doctor's moral fibre and courage - can be considered a weakness. And he isn't by any stretch one for the hectic lifestyle and all the running that the Doctor does.
fears · Above all else, he fears those moments when he realizes that time has passed and he hasn't been aware of it, simply because he didn't exist. His very existence is uncertain, and he knows it. It is not death that he fears, but not being.
overall personality · He is generally quite soft-spoken, appearing at first calm and collected. But his outwardly composed façade is just as unstable as any other part of his personality, and liable to fall aside at the slightest provocation. Even then, he rarely raises his voice to outright shouting, tending more to snap irritably or deal out gruesome threats. He has quite the penchant for the melodramatic - it seems he can rarely resist a theatrical quote or thinly veiled metaphor to make his point.

Beneath the thin ice of his frigid demeanour, the Valeyard is a simmering turmoil of sensation. Being purely extracted from the Doctor's darker nature, without any of that former self's love or joy to balance him, he is capable only of feeling the negative emotions that could come from a Time Lord's mind; he knows only hatred and arrogance, he gains no pleasure from triumphs, even the love of life itself would be lost on him, were he to experience true life.

From time to time, quirks and whims surface that bring home to him most unpleasantly that which he tries most desperately to deny and suppress: that even he himself doesn't really know what comprises his psyche. Other than that he is the side of the Doctor that has been suppressed for most of their living memory, when it comes down to it, he has no idea how much of the Doctor is still within him - if any. But he doesn't dwell on that. It would make him terribly insecure - which of course he isn't...

He's got himself a TARDIS somehow, but it's certainly not a normal one. The interior appears essentially identical to the Eleventh Doctor's TARDIS - only, it's like the colours have been reversed. Passengers in the console room, and even the Valeyard himself when inside, appear in the same manner - stepping through the door is like passing into a disorientating colour filter, like some sort of switch has been flicked and suddenly the world is in nightmarish negative.

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planet of origin · Gallifrey
family · none that he would associate himself with
history · I was born on Gallifrey and initiated into the Academy at the age of eight to begin my passage to becoming a Time Lord. As a student of the Prydonian Chapter, I-

Oh, dear me - but that's the Doctor, isn't it? No, I am not the Doctor.

I am something different. I am something else entirely.

I am free.

The Valeyard first appeared to the Doctor when the latter (or perhaps former, from a non-linear, subjective point of view) was in his sixth incarnation. Aware of his nature, the corrupt Time Lord High Council at the time planned to use him to eliminate the Doctor, who was a risk for exposing their own crimes. With the promise of inheriting the Doctor's remaining regenerations and therefore existing as a Time Lord in his own right, the Valeyard took on the role of prosecutor to place himself on trial, intending to sentence him to death. Presenting scenes of the Doctor's past taken from the Matrix itself, the Valeyard twisted the Doctor's roles in events to the point of outright falsification; and with the information in the Matrix supposedly secure with access only by the Keeper of the Matrix, the Doctor was unable to protest the inaccuracy of what the jury were being shown.

However, the Valeyard had been recognized for who and what he was by the Master, who appeared to the court from within the Matrix itself. The Valeyard fled into the Matrix, pursued by the Doctor, where the two - one and the same - confronted each other. With control over the virtual world inside the Matrix, the Valeyard attempted to force the Doctor to renounce the rest of his lives - but he was too well-matched against himself, and the Doctor was able to prevent the Valeyard from destroying them and the Time Lords in the court room, and escaped with his life.

But he could not rid himself so easily of that part of himself which he would rather not possess. The Valeyard survived to infiltrate the Time Lord council itself, taking the role of the Keeper of the Matrix - and he waited.

Time passed. Gallifrey went to war, and the Valeyard delighted in the darkness he saw filling the hearts of the Time Lords around him. There was still one mind, though, that had not been lost entirely to the horrors of the Time War; and while the Doctor retained his noble, selfless nature, the Valeyard's existence was still unstable. He was no more alive than an idea made solid, no more capable of feeling the flow of time around him than a passing thought; little more than a sliver of a potential fractured reality, there were moments when it was as though he had never been.

Long after the sealing of the Time Lock, when the Doctor was in his tenth incarnation, he came within the barest inch of sealing the Valeyard's existence for good: he broke the laws laid down by time itself, he was swallowed by pride and arrogance and called himself Time Lord Victorious. Far away and outside time, the Valeyard once again became corporeal, strong enough to take advantage of one of the most fundamental laws of a Time Lock: that only that which was never inside it can escape.

He is free, but still manacled to himself. Moving along the Doctor's timeline, he knows when his next opportunity will arise to seal his existence: when the Doctor falls further than he has ever fallen before. At the battle of Demon's Run, the Eleventh Doctor will need only the slightest nudge in the right, wrong direction to tip him over the edge entirely, and the Valeyard's life will be his own at last.




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