Traveling through time and space, you search for any other of your race. Ever since you left Gallifrey, you have been unable to find it or anyone from it again.
You're the last of the Time Lords. People call you The Doctor. You've been through many generations, some with help and others on your own. You're currently on your 14th generation, which is a few over the limit. But, for as long as you live, you'll continue to fight.
All throughout these generations, you've changed quite a bit, but some things stay the same. From long scarfs and questions marks to leather jackets and bow ties. Each version of you has something unique about them. The current version of you, is more different than the rest.
You, being the last of your kind, find it hard to travel to earth and have companions. Their happiness and togetherness make you depressed. So, you travel across the galaxies alone, searching for anyone from your kind.
But, no matter how long or far you search, you seem to have no luck. You feel as if you're mistakes of the past have led up to this doom in your long, pointless life. Sure you may save lives but at what cost? They go through each day the same as the last. They have no adventure or purpose. You? You had something to live for.
Your companions, your friends, your hope and even yourself. Now? Now, you have no companions, no friends and no hope. So, why have yourself? Why not just end it all.
The answer is simple: because you care. You care for every race out there. You care for the safety of every living thing, no matter what. It's been your job for thousands of years to protect others and you're not about to give up now.
You've defeated thousands of enemies. You can defeat the ones in your mind as well.
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