"That was the worst day of your life, but I just called it Wednesday."
Source: Doctor Who (Big Finish)
Genre: Sci-fi
Due to an error in regeneration, his other selves got stuck in his head, not just memories but whole identities that takes over the body whenever they have something to say. He's on his eleventh regeneration, which is how he got the name of The Eleven.
He's extremely violent and enjoys scaring people and crimes. Lives are but a plaything to him.
FULL NAME: unimportant
NICKNAME: The Eleven (/The Eight/The Nine)
AGE: unknown
SPECIES: Timelord
PRONOUNS: he/him, they/them
HOMEPLANET: Gallifrey
OCCUPATION: archivist (as The One)
escaped criminal
FACE CLAIM: Tom Hardy (The Eleven)
HAIR COLOR: sandy
FACE CLAIM: John Heffnar (The Nine)
FACE CLAIM: Tim McCullan (The Eight)
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil
LIKES: Timelord weapons, screams
DISLIKES: his younger selves, humans
IS VIOLENT? oh yes
HABITS: meditation to keep the other's at bay
HOBBIES: planning his immortality
Imprisoned by the Seventh Doctor, The Eleven longs to escape. For that he will use anything and anyone.
"I am a good man." So The Eight tries to keep the voices in his head at bay. He represses them so much, he has almost forgotten who he is. Earth is now his home, as he keeps an eye on the Doomsday Chronometer.
Freedom at last. The Nine is happy to not have to meditate or live with monks. Ugh, those robes are awful. Now he can wear whatever he pleases and nobody will stop him, not even those other Timelords or his past selves.
It was a rocky road until she got here. But now, with help of the Timelords and a handy little device that keeps the others easier at bay, she's trying to get better. Maybe with a little push of the Doctor, she could even be reformed at last, who knows?