A 8rief sketch of who I am, just in case anyone is tempted to take the Doctor’s “advert” as a cue to end my life. For five centuries I have survived the 8lood‑soaked lands of the gladi8torial pits that is the Imperial Navy. When my moirail, then of a higher caste, was cast out and pursued 8y an entire troupe of clown laughassassins, I turned the ta8les and slew them all. L8ter, my kismesis, the very schemer who now mirrors the Doctor’s current machin8tions 8y cowardly seeking a 8ounty on my head than confront me head on; I heard rumours of his death shortly thereafter. When a legerac8tor arrived at the order of the Grand High8lood himself, mounted upon a dragon that served as her lusus, to imprison me for my re8ellious deeds, I turned my execution d8te into hers and claimed the 8east as my own. For anyone else still with the desire to 'apprehend' me with hopes of succeeding. I stand nine feet tall, my fangs long enough to 8ite clean through a neck and drive straight into a heart. I need no sword to rid you. I look forward to hearing from you. I have awaited many centuries for a newer, platonic rival to prove a challenge 8ut their incompetence have all come up short. #gore #violence