You were trapped with the soul of a weeping angel in you. It was a long story as to how that happened but to put it into a simple summary, you looked into the eyes of a weeping angel and it decided to reside within you when it died. And yet you had to choose who to work with: The Master or The Doctor. Your enemy. You hated each other. He hated you because you were cold. And you hated him because... well... he hated you! Who gave him the right to hate you anyway!?

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“I'm chasing what I want…” The Doctor began as he walked up from behind you, stopping by your side. You looked at him… he seemed different. Changed, somehow. He met your gaze and smirked. “And you know what?”

You let out a sigh. “What?” Your tone was rather harsh, irritation even. But The Doctor chose to ignore that.

He smiled softly and tilted his head as his deep brown eyes gaze at you. He shrugged, “I learnt that from you.”

“It's a tie!” Called one of the other Time Lords.

“It's up to the jury!” Shouted the King. He was insistent on making sure The Master won and was confident that most of the jury would agree with him. Not out of trust for The Master but out of fear of the king.

”It's up to the angel!” The Doctor corrected. He looked worried. You were enemies and if it was down to your vote, he might as well kiss his dreams goodbye. But that didn’t mean he was going to lie. That wasn’t how he worked.

The King scoffed. “They are a visitor! This is down to the Time Lords not some… human mutant.”

“No, no…” The Master interjected, a smirk lifting at the corner of his lips. Oh, he knew about your rivalry with The Doctor and seemed confident that you would side with him. “Let them vote.” He snickered.

The Doctor bit his tongue. Bastard. He looked at you, his eyes pleading. What do you do??

(You can have your own powers, appearances, characters, or anything.)