Goop! We need somebody RPing as a villain...

--Greg--

After the trip to the junkyard we went back to my house. The Doctor had taken some Dalekanium from there and was examining it with his sonic screwdriver. So far he was finding nothing. "I know there's something funny about all this alien tech," he'd said on our way back. We'd also picked up a Cyberman head and a few other things from various worlds and races.

The phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello?" I said. "Hi, Greg," said elderly Mrs. Mintel, one of my most frequent customers. "I've got a roach infestation. Will you send one of your Daleks to get rid of them?"

"Absolutely," I said. "It'll be right over."

"Thank you ever so much," she said, and hung up.

"What's going on?" asked the Doctor, as I got one of my Daleks, now outfitted with the regular Dalek sucker, from the charger and readied it.

"A customer," I said. "Roach problem. It'll be done with in a jiffy."

"Greg!" said the Doctor. "Don't. We aren't sure this is safe. Discontinue business immediately!"

"Sorry, but she's depending on me," I said, and I opened the garage door. The Dalek hovered out and zipped on down the street to Mrs. Mintel's house. I turned on the Dalek piloting controls and set about working the Dalek.

I was now at Mrs. Mintel's door. "Oh, hello," she said. "Greg, come on in with your toy Dalek. They're all over!"

She was correct. The roaches were everywhere. I set my Dalek about exterminating them and disposing of their dead corpses, and when I was finished, I floated it over to Mrs. Mintel. She looked immensely pleased.

"Thank you ever so much, Greg," she said. "How much shall I pay you?"

"No payment will be necessary," the Dalek said, not in my voice, shockingly, but in a normal Dalek voice. The Doctor was still examining the Dalekanium and had not noticed. He looked immensely concerned.

"What?" said Mrs. Mintel. "Greg, whatever is wrong with your throat?"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mintel!" I said. "Something must be wrong with my Dalek. You can pay me thirty pounds for the job."

She didn't seem to hear me. The Dalek said, "Control by Mr. Artwel has been overridden. We are speaking of our free will."

Now I was freaked. I attempted to move my Dalek away, but nothing happened. The Dalek was not responsive to my commands. But I could still see its eye-view on the screen.

Then the Doctor said, "Greg! I found something! This Dalekanium is covered in microscopic Dalek embryos! Stop this now!!!"

Then he saw what was going on. I was frantically trying to hack the system, re-establish connection. Mrs. Mintel looked terrified on the screen. "You shall be EXTERMINATED!!!" screeched the Dalek, and Mrs. Mintel screamed as it shot her with its ray gun. She fell to the floor with a thud, lifeless. "EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!!!!"

Then the screen went dark. "I told you so!" screamed the Doctor. "Now we have a bloody DALEK running about the streets of Scotland! It'll kill the whole population!"

Then I heard something in the back of my garage knocking down boxes. "EXTERMINATE!" the Dalek in the back screeched.

We turned around as it emerged and then shot the Physicist.

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Not to kill off your character, Sir Doctor, she can regenerate, right? I'll leave it up to you to decide who she regenerates into.

RP as a villian on a Dr Who RP? If the offer's still up, I'll take it!

Name: Hendel Morre

Home Planet: Who's asking?

Species: Apears to be human, but is not, and rather a human like creature that can live up to a million years old.

Job: After conquering many galaxies by forming an alliance with the Daleks, Hendel was immensily pleased with his power, but not please enought but to ignore the sudden surge of imperialism that told him to keep conquering. Hendel, now in control of eight galaxies, is feeling giddy that he hasn't been caught. Some of the universes he's conquered had no lifeforms at all, and the ones that did were no match for the Daleks. But as Hendel moved on, he entered a galaxy where there were many life forms. He knows that even when someone considers a Dalek "safe" or "motified" they are under his control, and he will wait for the right moment to strike with the Dalek alliance so he can TAKE OVER THE UNIVERSE! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

History: Quite dislikes the Doctor, who has unwittingly saved multiple galaxies from his rule countless times.

If none of this works with the story, you can change it. 

I hope it's not too late to join with a new character! Here she is:

Name: the Tinker, but for some reason that my brain has not seen fit to confide in me, everyone callls her Apple.

Appearance: chin-length mouse-brown hair, soft-looking brown eyes that are nonetheless good at rolling and steely glares, fairly small with a light build, wearing jaen shorts, a blue short-sleeved polo shirt, and no shoes.

Species and Age: although a Time Lord, she is actually only ten.

History: see http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/downtoearth/node/127916 page 2, I think. She has met the Doctor and the Physicist before (separately) and always has nicknames for people.

Apple materialized. She was looking for Eyes of Fire, a time-traveling Bengal Panjagopard whom she had befriended a while back, and had pushed buttons on her vortex manipulator (VM for short) at random to see if she'd get anywhere interesting with her search. The dump where she had landed looked far from interesting -- until she noticed a cyberman part lying at her feet and a fully working Dalek hovering in front of her yelling "Ex-ter-min-ate!!" Well, this is just wizard! thought Apple as she dove out of the way of the Dalek's beam. Wading through knee-deep trash and very glad that none of it was organic matter because that would've stunk, Apple quickly made her way to the edge of the dump. Seeing a garage with a knocked-down wall, and hearing non-Dalek voices from inside, she decided that it might be safer in there. To confuse the Dalek that had caught up with her again, she pulled out a small pencil-like device, pointed it at her VM, and "sonic-ed" it. Apple was immediately inside the building and the first thing she noticed was the TARDIS. The next thing she noticed was that four people were now staring at her, and none of them was the Doctor she knew. "Hello!" she said brightly, "What's with the Dalek inside?" No one said a thing. "Bother! I bet you regenerated just so's I wouldn't recognize you Doctor. So which one are you?" There was silence, but then Blonde glanced at the Eyebrows, and then pointed at him and said "Uh, he is, but who are you?" Before Apple had a chance to answer, the Eyebrows said "Wait a minute, you're the Tinker, aren't you?" Apple fixed him with her steely glare "You did that on purpose! You know that no one uses my name anymore! It's Apple, and don't you forget it! Anyways," her glare relaxed a litttle, "who're you two?" she pointed at Blonde and the guy with the remote. "And you're Muffins, aren't you?" Apple swung her arm over to point at the person with her head poking out of a couch and a hand holding a muffin. "You've regenerated too!" she said accusingly. Muffins just nodded, her mouth full of muffin. Then Blonde cleared her throat to attract Apple's attention, and said "I'm Lizzie, and this is, uh, Greg." "Right then!" the Doctor leapt into the conversation, rubbing his hands together in glee. "Now that everyone knows who everyone is, I think we should get back to the problem at hand; the Daleks!"

Hendel~

Things were NOT going according to plan.

The Dalek had destoryed that irritating old lady, and had tried to destory another person, but they just regenrerated. Time lords. I had multiple Time lords on my hands.

Many species tick me off, ranging anywhere from bug blatter beasts to cybermen, and back again, but time lords ticked me off the most. You always killed them and they just came back. Just like that.

I was watching the whole ordeal play out from the micro camera that the boy, Greg, had unwittingly added to his "reformed" Dalek along with other suprises I had planned for him to add. I wish the Dalek had just shot Greg. Greg annoyed me nearly as much as time lords.

SMASH! The time lord who has just regenerated shot the Dalek backwards, through Greg's wall, and into the street. I sighed and flipped off the camera. It would do me no good now. Especially when things were just getting interesting. 

I should go down there myself, I thought. Just go down there and....

No. I should find some other idiot to do my Dalek work for me. Greg proved too smart. Or at least, to have smarter friends.

I sat back in my chair. They'd probably figured out someone was messing with Greg's "reformed" Daleks. They were going to find my anyways, why not I find them first?

It's not easy being as awesome as me, and I was able to teleport in front of Greg's house in a matter of seconds with some of the spare techonolgy I kept around my place. My hand was firmly gripped around  a "watch" on the opposite wrist, that would teleport me back to my base in a matter of seconds if the time lords and Greg became too violent or caused too much fuss.

It's him, I realised, as I stepped closer to the door. I couldn't be sure with the blurry micro camera, but it's him. A new regeneration. And another one. We have three time lords now.

Three time lords, two humans. And one me. Ha. This'd be easy.

I pounded on the door. The last thing they'd expect. Only an idiot would seek out his enemies, right?

Wrong.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, as someone approached the door.

"Sorry, Greg's not home."

Him. Hate burned inside of me. If I could get rid of him, I could do anything. The universe would be mine in seconds!

"I don't want Greg, Doctor," I said, "I'd like to speak with you. All of you. Every single one of you."

The air on the other side of the door tensed. I could feel my words hanging above them, like dark storm clouds.

"Excuse me," he said. "You can't talk to all of me at once. Unless you don't mind time traveling a bit. Personally, I'd like you to just stick to one of me at the moment."

"I'm not talking about your stupid regenerations," I growled. "I'm talking about," I grabbed the doorknob, "all of YOU!" I flung open the door.

"There's five of you here right now," I said, "and even though their not all you, DOCTOR, I'd like to speak to each and every one of them."