An emaciated, bald Time Lord of average height wearing a black hooded robe and cloak approaches you, using an ornate cane to support himself. His entire face and body are completely covered in charred and scarred skin, giving him a horrifically disfigured appearance. Only the piercing and hypnotic gaze of those dark eyes and his teeth remain unscathed by whatever incident befell him

'I am The Master...and you will obey me...'

He says in a raspy whisper, looking at you out from under the hood of his cloak. The lack of lips on his burnt and scarred face gives him the chilling appearance of having a permanent toothy evil grin/grimace.