The night was alive, busy with the energy of 1960's London. A light drizzle rained down on the streets while members of the Human race walked briskly home under the protection of umbrellas and coats. This was the planet Earth, a small and largely unimportant world in a solar system commonly referred to as the 'Milky Way'; and it's dominant race are Humans - a rapidly advancing life form slowly mastering use of the land and tools about them. Many other creatures live on the planet, predator and prey, with legs and wings, large and small.
On the 23rd of November, 1963, an unidentified space-time machine - highly advanced, far ahead of technology Humans couldn't even dream of - hurtled towards the Earth at unimaginable speeds, the machine flailing about and sparking with disaster inside. It was down to chance that, just a few days before, in terms of Earth's time relevance, that a spaceship had landed in the same city in the same country as the one the space-time machine was heading for. Each spacecraft carried but one passenger, which races had met each other in the past, but not these two personally. From the spaceship came a Allornian, an advanced reptilian race - huge and bulky, but very peaceful and tough to anger in their way. This Allornian, Al'Klin Havenachi, was an ambassador of sorts - visiting different inhabited planets and studying among them while teaching them of his own people and customs. He had a wide range of technology to communicate with each race and for them to do so back, and more amazing things besides. Al'Klin was at the prime of his life, travelling the Universe, after studying and learning for years before, whether alone or not. He had travelled with his wife, Flora, and they bore a child to the world that took off on the same path that Al'Klin did over a century ago. After that, fate drove Al'Klin and Flora apart, though she did not perish, and the sturdy Allornian took off from his homeworld to travel. This was how the being in the space-time machine, a Time Lord - and commonly known as the Doctor, found him.
The Doctor himself, had not been called by this name yet, and while he had expertise in a wide array of Doctor's tasks, he was not specified to just one. Surprisingly, and perhaps most importantly - this man called the Doctor was a renegade from his own people, and probably the most unique one you can find, as after his own academical studies and just before the Doctor was to take up a repetitious life common to the people of Gallifrey and its masters the Time Lords, this man stole a space-time machine that was the pinnacle of the Time Lords technological advancement and fled the planet and it's people - leaving behind such friends and family that he had (if indeed he had any).
The reasons for this are unknown to all but the Doctor himself, and it would be extremely rare that the Doctor would even speak of his past before his escape, and would intend to take it to his final resting place.
The space-time machine he possessed, which later would be named the TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions in Space), was at that point unreachable in building by any other race in the Universe, and the Time Lords themselves held precious little of them. This made the Doctor a very powerful man, and he made many enemies and friends along the way - captivating and tempting all those who beheld the wonder of the machine.
However, during the Doctor's escape from Gallifrey, this machine was the one that was currently unfinished, and the Time Lord did not have the chance to pick between the few that were available to him. Therefore, this TARDIS's first flight was manic and dangerous, with machinery exploding and sparks shaking the interior. Several key properties of the TARDIS were broken in that flight, as they were when the Doctor crash-landed on Earth.
Fortunately, there was a property of the TARDIS, that was not broken, that allowed the machine to land safely on earth, calmly and subtly, as even thought the TARDIS was near indestructible, it could still be hurtled into a bottomless sea and never recovered. In this way, the machine materialised in a back alley in the outer suburbs of London, surrounded on three sides by wet brick walls and leading onto the dankly lit street.
The chameleon circuit of the TARDIS worked, just this once, so that the machine materialised in disguise, as a common public police box - blue and distinct, that became an infamous sign of hope for many in the future. Inside, the sparks lessened and things stopped exploding for a time, apart from the chameleon circuit output, which shortly after the landing fizzled and cracked until it could not be recovered.
"Well, isn't that just perfect." Exclaimed the Doctor in annoyance, in the language that most Gallifreyans used and was slightly similar to the language of English, of Earth. It did not matter, however, as the vocal translator machine that Al'Klin had was also possessed by the Time Lord, as that piece of technology was almost considered primate by the Doctor's people. The man himself, was emboldened in appearance, with a distinct and adventurous look, of the same body as Humans had.
The Doctor was of an average size, and not overly broad. His legs were very slightly longer that the length of his waist to his neck. His hands were normal size, although his feet were a tad oversized. His skin colour was a common peach, hardly tanned but not pale, and this was the colour of his lips also. His hair was a dusky black, swept back over the back of his head to reach the top of his neck, and swept across along his forehead. His eyes were the most captivating part of him, as they almost seemed to capture the very essence of the time vortex, being a blinding blue that seemed to twist and swirl deep and forever. His nose was curved downwards, and ran the length from the middle of his ears to just below them. The Doctor had a fantastic set of facial hair, with thin sideburns curving down and ending, then a trimmed and neat moustache above his lip, matched by a triangular strip of a beard below his lip. He wore a pale red garb, worn usually by the Time Lords, that stood out greatly among the jeans and shirts of most Humans for a time.
This being now stepped out of the blue police box in the alley in London of the United Kingdom of Earth, and acquainted himself with the surroundings. The rain was still hammering down on the cold night, where not far away the aforementioned Allornian was at his spaceship, preparing to meet with the inhabitants of Earth.
