Who is this strange man; you wonder when you meet him. This odd little gentleman with a look in his eye that you can't quite decipher. Ancient and young. Chipper and blue. Smiling with his lips while his eyes held something… different. A power radiates from him that you've never felt before, accompanied by a strange sense of assurance. You'll be safe by his side, you know that immediately. But why? Is it the kindness in his face, the obvious loneliness emitting from that quiet gaze, or something different? Something having to do with the way his face is so young, but his eyes so very old. The wisdom and pain. The fire and the heart. The urge for adventure. This man is special. Definitely special. And just from a moment's glance, you know, oh you know for certain, that he has lived through more than you would ever be able to dream of.
But, the question still stands: who is he?
Well, the answer to that is a complicated one.
To his enemies he's known as the Oncoming Storm, or the Predator. And certainly deserved these titles. One man knows him as "Sir Doctor of the TARDIS." One certain family calls him "Spartacus." The list goes on. Space Gandalf. Captain Troy Handsome of International Rescue. Caretaker. The Rotmeister. Sherlock Holmes. On the Ood Sphere, he is known simply as "Friend."
But you can just call him "Doctor".
You frown in bewilderment. "Doctor Who?"