Memoirs Of The Great Healer

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Series: 'Doctor Who'.

From: Post-'Journey's End' (but after an earlier cameo appearance on here).

Status: Inmate. Davros refuses to entertain notions of 'good' or 'evil' and recognises only what's thought of as the inevitability of a single form of life dominating all others. He saw it as unavoidable and came to develop a fanatical need to perpetuate himself into his creations, the Daleks. Msot recently, the character attempted to literally destroy reality, itself - all multiverses.

Abilities: What Davros lacks in physical capability is more than made up for with levels of scientific genius almost beyond compare. An artificial hand allowed Davros, prior to arrival, to shoot a bolt of electricity into a target, while the automated chair contains devices which allow mind control (probably malfunctioning now).

Personality: All the menacing subtlety of Pinhead, transposed onto the template of Hitler's megalomania. Able to be goaded into impulsive decisions, but often in possession of intricate plans. Seems willing to consider everything an expendable resource, sometimes even including himself, in the pursuit of attaining ultimate power. While Davros is not above civil diplomacy, it's almost always with ulterior motives in mind and is perfectly willing to play others against themselves for his own personal gain. Also has a thing for theatrics, knowing how to work a crowd for the maximum impact.

Davros might be little more than ahelpless, even revolting shell of a creature, but possesses an indomitable force of inflexible will and practically burning level of intelligence. This is one of those rare creatures who can command authority by virtue of its very presence, crippled, yet unyielding. Davros is well aware of both his unsettling appearance and skills as an orator, retaining a sense of spectacle throughout his appearances. Something exemplified in his final moments against the Scientific Elite: In one breathe, asking, "Kravos, I saved your life, once. In your chest is a tiny instrument which I designed. It keeps your heart beating. Will you now turn that heart against me?" Only to then reveal, "You have won nothing. I allowed this charade to be played out for one reason only. To find those men who were truly loyal to me and to discover who would betray me!"

This early display of psychological puppetry emerged time and time and again, although a compulsion for genocidal ranting and impatience for victory often clouds his thinking.

Fantasies about supremecy also seem to mix in with theological overtones, from eagerness to be god-like in control over life and death, to later setting himself up as the 'Great Healer', right up to attempting the multiversal destruction of reality - the culmination of all those many destructive impulses.

Ultimately, Davros is a contradiction.... A brilliantly swcientific mind beset with delusions, a disabled man obsessed by physical power, a racist who betrays his own people and someone who demands obedience from monsters he instilled with belief in their own supremacy.

Path to redemption: Davros has done good, beneficial work in the past. He devised crucial medical technologies, including the very life support systems which keep him existing and even cured galactic famine on Tranquil Repose (albeit, by secretly converting the bodies of the dead into food). The latter, however, was simply a ruse to enable him to create more advanced Daleks (happily admitting that his interest in keeping the populations healthy was only for reasons of waiting until he could take those worlds over) and it is this absolute fixation upon utter and total domination which, somehow, needs to be got through. Davros might well appear pleasant to the right people, but it's almost always a guise. Scientific curiosity, though, is regarded as something to be nurtured, if only to manipulate it, later on. Unfortunately, during those few times when he has had to choose between oblivion and surrendering to assistance/incarceration, Davros tends to default to destruction and vengeance - but seeing as how he has an amazing talent for survival, can one really blame him for that? Davros is coldly logical and seems to perceive those of an emotional bent as foolish and accepts, without question, ridiculously high casualty rates in war as "to be expected". It must, however, be kept in mind that Davros is very much a product of the war between the Thals and Kaleds, which was one of attrition and need to see the enemy completely eradicated.

Responsible for creating the monolithic war machines, known as 'Daleks', Davros was regarded, even amongst his own race, as a fanatical genius. Chief amongst Kaled military scientists, Davros worked tirelessly to devise greater and more powerful weapons. Although known to have worked extensively on rockets, his expertise seemed to know no bounds, as the principles of genetics, direct energy, computer processing and much more, were all eventually used to manufacture what would become the downfall of both sides in the campaign. Indeed, Davros even switched sides, purely to avoid his new creations from being aborted.

It is perhaps telling that, upon being given the hypothetical proposition of killing himself, in order to release a virus able to destroy all life, in its entirety, Davros found the idea compelling and, giving it due consideration, answered in the affirmative. His reasoning being that such an act would place him "beyond the gods". More than this, he observed that it would mean his own work would continue to succeed, even after his death.

This was to become a key component in later rationalising of his objectives. Although the Daleks, ironically designed to exterminate anything showing even the slightest deviation from themselves, apparently killed him, they were also forced to resurrect their creator, in the knowledge that only he could bring them out of stagnation. Davros, like most physically impaired tyrants, has shown only a greater, all-consuming desire for conquest and annihilation, yet is not above theoretical compromise, in order to continue advancing his latest inventions. Regarding himself as a "man of destiny", Davros has also constantly shown himself to be one of the few minds able to out-wit the Doctor on an intellectual level.

Although horrifically crippled, with only a central cybernetic 'eye' mounted in forehead and a single functioning arm, it is his intelligence which has continued to assist Davros in realising his every scheme. Whilst not necessarily a dangerous opponent in physical combat, Davros can be every bit the proverbial Hannibal Lector, considering everything as either a simple resource or something in need of study, so as to increase his personal knowledge. Knowledge which, inevitably, gets put to use in improvements to weapons. To Davros, any atrocity is merely a tool, often charging those taking a dim view of such mentality as weak and hypocritical.

Obsessive genocidal impulse has since become his over-riding motivation. Nothing less than complete, universal obedience to his authority will do. Even so, not being beyond the capacity for a particularly subversive means to an end, Davros once presented himself as the 'Great Healer', using cryogenically preserved bodies to secretly create a new, more loyal race of 'Imperial' Daleks.

At almost every turn, it has been either the Doctor or the Daleks, themselves, which have thwarted or turned against him. In his last appearance, however, Davros corrected genetic loyalty in his most famous invention by cloning a new breed with sacrificed cells from his own body. A large amount of flesh had been stripped and sacrificed from his chest, down to exposed ribs, as testament to just how much he was willing to give to see his 'children' thrive, once again.

The sound was akin to that of an electronic heart... A monotone beating; one-two, one-two, one-two. A gentle reminder of the comfort of machinery which kept the ancient Kaled alive. There, in the darkness, only the blue light of visual receptor could be seen. Metallic hand, spider-like in its reflex of movement, drumming nails across the control panel of chair.

How long had it been for Davros since those earliest memories of prison cells? Or even the use of those held captive within them? War, long ago and far from here, bringing pollution and decay to a world called Skaro. Forced volunteers designated and taken aside for genetic tampering or focused bursts of radiation. Experiments required for the preservation of the Kaled race, as he delved into what the ultimate form of that mutated life would take.

It was an inevitability, as he once put it. Women and children would become necessary acquisitions, ferried into detention areas and... Cared for.

And here, it seemed, was his own. A place surprisingly devoid of security measures, but not without its promise. Its potential.

Its volunteers.

"Welcome to my new abode," spoke he with metallic rasp. "I trust the details of my life met with your... Expectations?"

Notes: While it hasn't been seen on the show, holographic technology would be relatively primitive and easy. It's assumed that this can make Davros look like an ordinary human being on excursions - but as he is incapable of standing (possibly due to having no lower torso, but this is presently unknown), any such guise would still have him looking like he's placed in a wheelchair-like contraption.