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★·.·´¯`·.·★Official account of the Doctor Artist!★·.·´¯`·.·★
Hello, yes, it's me, Doctor Artist here. You can call me Doc, Doctor, The Artist, Madman with a Paintbrush, just don't call me late for dinner! (awkward fading chuckle)
Nice to make new friends, nice to be in a community, yes, so, I'll be doing both, hopefully? What? There's no pizza? Well...crud. Still, despite the pizza famine, I suppose this'll all work itself out.
Who am I? What am I? When am I? Where am I? Why am I? How am I?
Well...
Who: Sullivan Miranda, at your service.
What: A human who's been gifted with the power of a Time Lord. Consider me an honorary Time Lord.
When: 21st century, 2015 to be exact.
Where: United States! California, to put the dot on the nose. The Capital City of California, to look at the awkward pimple next to the dot on that same nose. (Why put the dot on the nose, anyways?)
Why: Because I was seen as someone who could do some good. Strong Heart. Fate. SOMETHING.
How: Was given the powers and my own TARDIS by the Doctor himself, after an introduction at Cuto.
I'd love to get to know other people on here, and everywhere. The universe is madly wide, infinite, even, ever growing and amazing! Just...don't be a Dalek about it.
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