Castellan Rhylus

== Origin ==
Castellan Rhylus didn’t come from a noble household or the most prominent house of the Arcallian Chapter. In fact, he never dreamed of taking an authoritative role on Gallifrey. However, after his initiation into the Arcallian Academy at the age of eight, things started to change for Rhylus’ original plans of taking up a life as a professor in the Academy. His grades shot up to a First. In addition, his knowledge with technology, weaponry, and social reasoning made him a key candidate for a higher place among the Time Lords. Rhylus found favour with his professors, and often stayed late into the night with them, working on different topics. By the time he was 48, he was years ahead in his studies. He excelled in his studies in The Laws of Time, Touch Telepathy, Transcendental Dimensions, and Cosmic Science.
Though Rhylus’ years at the Academy were long and hard, the long nights and tasking days driving him to near insanity, eventually, the day came for his graduation. Among with all of the other students, he was bonded with a Type 93 War TARDIS. While others just fell into other TARDIS Complements, Rhylus had proven himself to his superiors and was promoted to pilot of TARDIS Oblivion. He was expecting to be forced into the Time War. However, he was remarkably spared from the front lines, and left to protect Gallifrey itself as a member of the Chancellery Guard. Though he saw little conflict, Rhylus was at the front lines when Arcadia fell... Although, that wouldn’t come for some time... His first real surprise came at an unexpected moment...
On the day of the graduation for the Prydonian Academy some time in the later Time War era, Rhylus received reports of a student who was absent, and had been found in the TARDIS repair bay. Rhylus questioned the identity of this student, as he had connects to very few of them... However, Rhylus left his post at the graduation, and moved quickly to the TARDIS repair bay in question. The journey lasted several minutes, but Rhylus moved quickly. Upon arriving, Rhylus hid himself, and watched the student. Surprisingly enough, he recognized her.
Still, to be sure, he checked his data pad, and found that the student indeed was someone he knew. A stellar student, and gifted with a remarkable personality, Veritasavbylegeseveris, a 125 year-old Prydonian Time Lady. She had left her dorm at odd hours before, but now, now it made sense to Rhylus. Knowing that he had a duty to the Veritas and to see her brought back safely, he made to come out of his hiding place, and approach her-- however, before he could, a new voice echoed, and it wasn’t Veritas’.
*“I’ve been expecting you.”*
It was the voice of a woman, and Rhylus’ previous theories were thrown out of the window. A hand reached out from what appeared to be a brand new TARDIS, and Veritas was pulled inside, by her own will, of course. Rhylus ran from his hiding place, however, it was all too late, The door slammed shut. Rhylus pounded on the door, demanding entry. However, the TARDIS shielding worked against him, and he found his voice taken from him, as the repair bay was left in silence. A few moments passed, and the TARDIS known as Iota faded away. Rhylus took several steps back, and pulled up Iota’s data entry on his data pad. As he sat there, catching his breath and reading, everything started to make sense. In his hearts, he felt both guilt, and something he had never felt before...
Years passed, and Rhylus couldn’t help but keep thinking about the attractive young Time Lady he had seen those years ago... When he had spend time at the Academy protecting the students, he had to talked to Veritas, and come to like her as a good student. He saw a promising future in her, but now... Now it had all gone wrong... Or had it? During his hours off duty, Rhylus spend some time researching both Veritas (and cleaning her records to show the truth, in addition to finding telepathic notes, and databank entries from Iota), and her stolen TARDIS, Iota. But Rhylus came to find that the only criminal charge against Iota and Veritas would have been abandoning Gallifrey. However, it was never brought up to either the Chancellery Guard or the CIA. Renegades were common, and it wasn’t like they particularly cared over the loss of a dying TARDIS and a Time Lady.
It had been almost three years since Veritas’ and Iota’s departure form Gallifrey, and Rhylus had done very well in his duties as a member of the Chancellery Guard. For his efforts, the High Council appointed him Castellan. With this role came the option to seek out council and to discuss with the other organizations of Gallifrey. This included the CIA. However, Rhylus had several issues of his own to bring up with the CIA...
Shortly after receiving his promotion and getting his organization in place, Rhylus decided to go and see Veritas. He had the freedom to do almost whatever he wished, and what he wanted to do was to see the only person he had considered to be more than a friend. However, Rhylus knew from reading about Iota’s past that the Type 103 TARDIS would give him hell if he tried to talk to Veritas-- and with good reason. Other that TARDIS had been through a lot, and it was Gallifrey’s fault. Maybe, maybe that would be something wise to write down for his talk with the CIA... That aside, Rhylus took up his position with a crew of 15 of his most loyal Chancellery Guards, and made his move away from Gallifrey. Taking Oblivion and his crew in search of Veritas-- well, more like Iota. Where there was one, the other couldn’t be very far.
Rhylus carefully managed the helm of the console as the TARDIS telepathic circuits had latched onto a strong Artron energy trace materializing in deep space. Rhylus prayed to the gods that it was Iota. He had waited so long to see Veritas again, he just hoped she was still alive... The TARDIS lurched as Oblivion came to a halt, and circuits whirred and invisible signals latched onto the other TARDIS’ communications systems. Oblivion’s tractor beam whirred as it too latched onto the TARDIS and started pulling it out of the Vortex. With a glance back at his crew, and an approving nod, Rhylus opened the Time-Space intercom.
 "Hello? Miss Veritas? Ehrm.” He paused, clearing his throat. “Uh, This is Castellan Rhylus- Uhh- I'm here to retrieve you and your TARDIS. Lord President wants to see you. Something about The Doctor-? Maybe? Honestly, I'm not sure.” Rhylus was lying through his teeth, but at this point had just had to get Veritas to work with him... He had to see her again. “Engage your curiosity circuits and exit the Vortex. My crew and I am going to transmat in, but I need to to hold your coordinates steady." A moment passed without response, and Rhylus took the radio, whispering into it. "Listen. I need you to trust me. Please. I'm your friend. I'm not going to hurt you." He knew that along with Veritas, Iota would hear every word he was saying. It was like trying to talk to a girlfriend in front of her parents... Although, there wasn’t any relationship to be considered in Rhylus’ case... An anxious moment passed, and Veritas’ voice came through the speaker. Other, he had found her!
"How can I trust you, Rhylus? Because my lives are at sake for the sake of the Time Lords, I don't want to lose them on a lie." Her voice was almost sad, in fact, she sounded terrified...
"Listen, I can't talk much longer. I'd bet all my lives on the fact that Coordinator Onaval's going to catch me in a few micro-spans. The CIA's involved. Please, Lady Veritasavbylegeseveris. Please. On your honour as a Time Lady, on your vows to protect Time- we, - I beg of you.” Rhylus sighed, as he helplessly rested his hands on Oblivion’s console room. 
Sure, the CIA*was* involved. Or they would be pretty soon... Rhylus knew he had to clear Veritas’ name for return. The CIA would have to get involved. But something happened, in that console room, that changed Rhylus’ views on Veritas forever-- or more her TARDIS. While stewing over her options, Veritas left Iota’s controls vulnerable, but Iota had made up her mind. With a great roar of TARDIS engines, the 103 came out of the vortex, and stabilized herself to be boarded. Rhylus and Iota hadn’t even met, yet that old soldier trusted him with her pilot’s life... The sound of Veritas being jostled around in the console room filled Oblivion’s own while the Time Lady tried to choke out words of her own.
"I'm sending them to you, Rhylus- well, more like my TARDIS is.” Veritas laughed in a good-manner way.  “I don't think I get a say.”
Rhylus was overjoyed, this was really happening, he was really doing this! His joy only lasted a moment, however, as a bolt of pain when though his temples. The TARDIS was damaged... Of course, he had TARDIS mechanics to deal with that...
"You!" Rhylus barked, the hostility of his own voice surprising him. "Get a team of Arcalians to the secondary and tertiary console rooms, as well as to the primary Eye then report back for transmat!" 
The sergeant that was standing by saluted and turned with his squad, leaving  the console room. Rhylus let out a weary sigh. He knew well what it was like to be in their boots. He was lucky enough to be promoted to Castellan. Rhylus glanced over at all of those behind him. He saw his past, Chancellery Guard, self in a lot of them. Perhaps that was why he had risen to power, power didn’t go to his head... The Chancellery Guard Squad returned. Rhylus greeted them with a wave of his hand, the squad followed him over to the transmat... Rhylus had always hated transmats... They left this dreadful tinging sensation in his hands for hours afterwards. However, with the life of a Time Lady-- and one that mattered to him at that-- it was worth it. Clenching and his fists nervously, Rhylus bit his lip and prepared himself as the transmat flared to life.
In what felt like a flash, Rhylus found himself and a select few members of his crew standing in the entryway of Iota-- the wrathful 103 that Rhylus had worried so much about. He had to take a moment to soak up the sheer beauty of the TARDIS. That was the thing about renegades, they didn’t give a damm if their TARDIS interiors met with regulations-- and more often than not, those TARDIS interiors were the most beautiful he ever saw... In a moment, Rhylus snapped back to reality. Veritas was bracing herself against one of the safety railings, her long Prydonian robes swaying back and forth with the TARDIS’ motions. Rhylus took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he took four cautious steps towards Veritas. His crew knew his secret, and they supported him. Opening his eyes, Rhylus turned to face his crew, a glint in his eye and a spark in his hearts. Veritas was still looking up at Rhylus, fear in her eyes as she tried to compose herself. 
“You didn’t see any of this happen. Ever. Got it?” Rhylus commanded his crew. 
Rhylus looked back down to Veritas, almost shocked at what he, a duty-devoted Time Lord, was doing. He couldn’t help but blush at least a little. Although, they already knew that until Veritas could return to Gallifrey, Rhylus’ feelings for this renegade Time Lady would remain a secret. The squadron nodded in approval, Rhylus turned to face Veritas, his regal cape fluttering in his wake. 
Almost dream-like, Rhylus took those last two steps with eagerness, and whisked Veritas off of her feet, cradling her delicate frame in his arms. Despite the oddity of it all, Veritas didn’t resist, just looked dazed and waited patiently for an explanation. Rhylus held her there for a moment, still questioning whether he was actually experiencing reality. Despite all of his years of preparation, Rhylus found himself still struggling to find the words to say.... Smiling, Rhylus pulled Veritas closer to him, his voice becoming a mere whisper.
"Listen," he said, looking away, "If I don't ever get another chance to say this again, I really need to tell you this. Ever since I met you for the first time, you struck me as different. Of course, I thought, of course you're different. You were so close to me, yet you still renegaded. I was scared for you, but to know that you’re here, in my arms. I can’t tell you how much I’ve dreamed of this." He’d pause for a moment. "I’ve grown to love you over what I was taught to love." 
Veritas looked into Rhylus’ eyes, and nervously allowed her gaze to sink to the floor, only looking back up at him momentarily. She took a moment to collect her thoughts.
“Rhylus, I knew you were there, back in that repair bay.... I must confess, I too have tried to keep up communication with you in the form of reading your books, and many files on Gallifrey’s databanks. Rhylus, you’re the nicest Time Lord I’ve met. You’re better than any Doctor to me.”
Rhylus felt Veritas grasp his neck and pull herself closer to him. She looked at him in silence for a moment, the happiest smile he had seen on a Time Lady’s face gracing that of her own. Veritas gently put her hand on the back of his head, and pulled her face towards his. Their lips met, Rhylus was so shocked that he almost allowed Veritas to fall from his grasp, her feet were half in his arms, and only just gracing the floor of the console room. Veritas and Rhylus were silent, apart from the odd noise, as their mouths played with each other. Rhylus had never felt his surroundings be both so real and so dream-like. Veritas felt like an angel in his arms, and he barely noticed the other woman in the console room. 
Rhylus only glanced away from Veritas for a moment, but that woman, even though he had never seen her in his life, he knew who she was. The brown-haired woman in the long golden dress, Complement Iota of the Fifth Time Lord Fleet-- of Omnicron-- of Veritas. Despite all that rage, Iota stood opposite the console, smiling. Someone of such rage and who had seen so much. To even have her pilot momentary whisked from her, and yet she could be smiling? Rhylus wanted to try and talk to her, but he found his attention drawn once more, but Veritas allowing her arms to rest on his back. So, in front of his crew, in front of the woman he loved, and in front of her TARDIS, Rhylus proclaimed in action that he loved Veritas-- more than anything. 
In a gasp for air, Rhylus and Veritas parted, still looking at each other mildly stunned. They knew that their secret couldn’t leave the console room-- or that moment in time. Rhylus took a deep breath to speak, but found himself at a lack of words. Veritas smiled, and placed a hand on his chest, she could feel his fast-beating hearts.
“Rhylus,” She began, in a quiet tone. She looked up at him, the smile having not left her face. “The Professor will be after you, he’s already chastised me and Iota. He’ll ruin you for this. Please don’t let my name ruin yours...” Her final words sounded mournful, while her hand fell from his chest, and went to straighten his uniform.
“The Professor can go rot in a black star, I’ll kill him if I have to. I know he’s already a wanted man on Gallifrey. I’ll go and find him, and I’ll speak to him. If his death will protect you, then I’ll send all of the Chancellery Guard after him-- with TARDISes and a warrant.” Rhylus spoke in a calming tone, and set Veritas back onto her feet, still allowing her body to lean on his hand while he kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll send Iota’s sisters and brothers after him, and we’ll bring him down. I’ll clear your name, and I’ll allow you to come back so we can not have to meet in secret.”
As if in response, the TARDIS console chimed, and the lights on the weaponry panel flashed. Iota wanted a fight, Rhylus knew it-- and Veritas did too. Veritas stood up, and brushed her dress off.
“Iota agrees...” Veritas sighed, as if she was reluctant.
Rhylus put his arm around Veritas’ back and tried to comfort her. He knew he had to go back to Oblivion soon. As his crew prepared the transmat to prepare for their return, Rhylus wrapped his arms around Veritas in a tight embrace, and made a promise to her that he fully intended on keeping.
“My promise to you, I will have your enemies flee at the sound of my TARDIS. They will beg for mercy, but I will not give it to them. And by the time I bring you back to Gallifrey as my own, I will have the Professor’s sonic screwdriver as the only remnant of him. Everything about him will die for what he’s done to you.”
Veritas wiped a tear from her eye, and Rhylus felt his body fade away, a new purpose invigorating his bones. 
Rhylus had always been a man of his word, that had not changed, nor will it ever. After returning to Gallifrey, Rhylus began to plot out to best way to take this “Professor” down. From reading up on the most recent Time Lord criminal records, Rhylus found that The Professor was a wanted man... After extensive months of planning, Rhylus’ opportunity presented itself...
The Time Lords had been looking for the Professor when they weren’t looking for the thousands of other convinced criminal renegades. He had evidence a plenty stacked up against his name, though with only 6 murders to his name, it was hard for Rhylus to find enough reason for the Chancellery Guard to get involved-- after all, it wasn’t like The Professor was *on* Gallifrey and causing havoc. Until, he was... 
Like a lunatic, the Professor was spotted on Gallifrey about six months after Rhylus’ visit with Veritas. Rhylus was immediately called in after the Professor started to get violent-- although Rhylus had started assembling his guards the very moment he saw the stolen TARDIS show up on the radars. With a few minutes spare time, Rhylus managed to arrive on the scene with haste, catching the Professor off guard. Unfortunately, before any shots could be fired, he escaped into his TARDIS and dematerialized, although, Rhylus wouldn’t leave it at that. Calling in Commander Onaval, the leader of a squadron of Battle TARDISes, Rhylus boarded Oblivion in addition to his guards boarding their respective TARDISes as well, and pursuing the renegade though the Vortex.
Upon arriving, The Chancellery Guard was suprised to find that the Battle TARDISes had already started containing Daleks that were awaiting the return of the Professor. They claimed to be good, however no one bought it. While the Professor had already escaped into his TARDIS, the Daleks were terminated. The Professor was left vulnerable, but unfortunately alive.
But one thing sparked Rhylus’ rage more than ever, and that was as the TARDIS dematerialized, he could have sworn by his two hearts that he saw the TARDIS drag a red telephone booth into the Vortex with it... Rhylus knew a TARDIS when he saw one, and that was not just any old booth...
However, shortly after returning to Gallifrey, the Time War reached an all-time high, and The Warrior-- a special incarnation of the The Doctor-- broke into the Omega Arsenal and, with the help of his past and future incarnations, sent Gallifrey into a pocket universe, saving it from the Daleks and ending the bloodiest, and worst war in all of history.
But the Time Lords came back, as they always do. And after years of waiting, Rhylus was allowed to once again, search for Veritas, and take up arms against the Professor once more... So, he arranged a meeting with the only person standing in his way-- The Director, head of the CIA... Eventually, the day of reckoning came. Castellan Rhylus nervously approached the door to The Director's office. Despite his standing and favour with the High Council, Rhylus always knew that the Time Lady had an air of authority and power to her. He was still adjusting to her "code of conduct" of sorts, but he was sure he would get there one day. Carefully, the Castellan adjusted his ceremonial uniform, and rapped on the door. The sound of his knocks echoing in the quiet hall. From within a voice spoke, the tone clearly feminine from the sound of it. 
"Enter..." 
The word sounded far less of a welcoming one and more of an order. It carried the weight of one in leadership. Rhylus took a deep breath, and, opening the door, whisked the helmet off of his head in respect. He quietly entered the room, silently closing the door behind him. The room was polished and clean, made mostly of wood and having trophies from the Time War hug up all around as decoration. Two figured were behind a black desk. Both female. One, who was sitting in a chair, was the Director. One of the most feared figures on Gallifrey next to that of the Lord President himself. The other was The Director’s Type 105 TARDIS-- a Time Dreadnought; Lilith was her name. She was terrifying. Pausing for a moment, Rhylus took several confident steps towards The Director and saluted, after all, she was his superior-- technically...
"Castellan Rhylus of the Chancellery Guard, it's a pleasure, ma'am. Do you mind if I have a quick word with you? I have some issues that might concern your ladyship and your organization..." 
The Director immediately shut off the holographic displays to greet her guest. Her painted fingeritps tapping up against the desk
"Ah Lord Castellan, it would be my pleasure. Please have a seat if you will?" The Director gave him a warm smile and her deep blue eyes meet his gaze. Raising a hand she motioned to the two office chairs in front of her desk for others to use. While displaying her hand, Rhylus noticed they were perfectly kept. From the perfection of her nails to the flawlessness of the black nail polish, it seems her appearance it something she cared much about. Rhylus looked up at the Time Dreadnought, she scared him like the Timeless Child and the Neverweres. It was terrifying what the Time Lords came up with as a part of the war effort-- however, Rhylus himself was more than comfortable with Oblivion, his sweet 93 TARDIS. Snapping out of his trance, Rhylus shook himself awake and took a seat in the chair, resting his arms against The Director's polished black desk. Nervously, he looked up at the 105, as if seeking approval. Sighing, he looked back at the Director. 
"Ma'am.. Director, if I may call you that, I think there's something on file about me that I should discuss with you... Something about a miss Veritasavbylegeseveris? I think it's marked that I have an affair with her, and I'd like to plead my case before anything makes the press... If, I may have a few minutes of your time." 
Lilith inclined her head ever so slightly, her gaze never leaving the man through the entire time he had remained. It seemed she understood the approval seeking glance and responded with her own permission. Slowly she clasped her hands together in front of her, remaining silent. 
The Director leaned back in her seat raising an eyebrow. A slight smirk touches her features, though not in a condescending manner. Slowly reaching to the forward, she actives the holodisplay bringing up the file and specific mark he mentioned.
"Yes I was reading that only recently. I must admit Castellan I never took you as the type. A renegade such as Veritasavbylegeseveris? How lovely and scandalous..." The woman stated her tone rather light hearten and almost joking. It seems she finds the entire situation rather amusing... "I digress, I am all ears Castellan. I've withheld the public release for the time being. After all, just a few proper string pulls and my will is done." 
Rhylus half blushed from embarrassment, and put his head in his hands, and tried to collect his thoughts. 
"Director, the wording is very unfortunate... Please, just understand, this isn't sexual in any way-- I am not taking part in any kind of intercourse with a renegade! Or anyone for that matter, Rassilon's loom exist for a reason. Now, I know you probably have seen my mission logs and what I've done... But I've known Veritas since she was in the Academy. She's like a little sister to me, when I saw that she wasn't present at the graduation-- and I got reports of a student in the TARDIS repair bay, I feared the worst, and rightly so..." The Castellan paused, taking a deep breath, and slowing his avalanche of speech. He could do this, he could prove that he wasn't that one leader that just went wrong in every way possible. He wouldn't be another Pandak III.. "Look, what I mean to say, Director, is this. I'm concerned for the well-being of not only Veritas-- who was put under my care-- but also for her TARDIS, who has taken my place and started caring for her. That TARDIS-- TARDIS Iota, a 103, was abused and treated with a manner of respect that Gallifrey should be ashamed of. In fact, I think we owe it to that TARDIS to let her have Veritas-- after all, the girl was never destined to be a solder anyway. She could never kill a man, or a Dalek.... My point is, I think it was cruel to treat a living being like a Type 103 TARDIS like that-- then expect her to not seek peace in the form of taking Veritas, I think it would add insult to injury if we were to press criminal charges." Rhylus took a moment to look up at the 105, after giving the Director his attention for the required amount of time. "I'm sure your TARDIS might have something to say on the manner too, after all, it is one of her kind we're speaking of..." 
The Director chuckled, but remained as she wass while the Castellan spoke. The entire time she gave him her full attention while Rhylus debated and provided his points. Resting her hand against the desk, she drums her perfect nails against the hard wood. Turning her head slightly, she shifts her gaze to Lilith who stood behind her.
"What do you think love? After all the Type 103's are your predecessors, how do you believe we should handle this?" 
For the first time since arriving, Lilith's immense gaze lifted from the Castellan to The Director. During this shift, her look softened when gazing upon her partner and pilot. 
"I believe I would have done the same if I was forced into a similar position. Besides Director... you owe them both. The least you could do now is repay the kindness they showed you." 
The Director gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, then shifts her deep blue eyes back to Rhylus. Straightening up, she clears her throat before resuming to speak once again 
"Castellan if I may ask, where do these accusations of yours come from. What lead to this charge against you?" 
Rhylus smiled for a moment, and laughed for just a second. However, he leaned back in his chair and returned to a regal state. Of course, he was still screaming for joy in his head, but what wasn't really for The Director to know. Rhylus tapped his finger against his chin, and allowed his mind to wander. 
"Oh, some time ago, Director... I'd say fifty years ago? It was a Time Lord by the name of the Professor... I met up with him during an assault with his "good" Daleks. You might have him on file... But he knew about Veritas, and he detested how I protected her-- me and Iota. Well, he broke into Gallifrey's databanks and changed the wordings... Very clever man, I must say, I'd be honoured to be the one to put a staiser bolt through his head... Alas, I don't think that will be me to get that honour...” His mind wandered back to Veritas. He could picture himself giving Veritas a gun and ordering her to shoot the Professor dead... “But that is my story, Director." 
The Director shifted her gaze up to Lilith, who locked her own yellow gaze with that of her blue one. Some exchange seemed to pass between the two, Lilith raised an eyebrow and a sigh escaped The Director's lips. After whatever exchange the two shared, The Director shifted her gaze back to Rhylus. Reaching her hand over she begins inputting several selections into the holographic display. After a quick flash, the Castellan's file updates itself.
"I believe Lord Castellan, we have no records of any fraternization between you or a renegade Time Lady. Taking care of Veritasavbylegeseveris will take a bit more then a few key presses. Though you have my word I will wipe the criminal charges. It is....the least I can do for her." 
Rhylus rose from his chair, and turned to look at the Director once more. A smile on his face, and a new hope in his hearts. It had been ten years of work now, and to know that now it had all been for something, he was overjoyed. He bowed slightly in respect to The Director, thanking her, and even looked at her TARDIS for a moment, as if giving her his thanks as well. As he rose, and quietly left the room, each footstep echoing in the quiet room, Rhylus knew that there would be cause for the boys and women back at the Chancellery Guard to celebrate. Veritas would be coming home. 
But after that meeting, Rhylus has found a new puropose. With Gallifrey restored to her proper place in the stars, Rhylus knows that it’s only a matter of time before he leaves to finish his work. To bring Veritas home, to atone for Iota’s injustice, and with the pull of his staiser pistol’s trigger, to end the Professor’s life.
== Weaknesses ==
Rhylus is a Time Lord that likes to look like he knows what he’s doing, but actually, anything beyond what his training would have covered, he looses all of the know-how she should have had. Rhylus is also blind in one eye, and because of a rare condition, it’s likely that he will at least be partially blind for all of his regenerations. Rhylus is not a good decision-maker and tends to want to follow his hearts over his training (Although I don’t mean that he’ll choose his favourite sci-fi book over his academical textbooks, though, I mean when it comes time to make rational decisions about those he cares for his judgment can and will be more affected than normal.) Rhylus can also be very stubborn at times and takes his goals very seriously. He doesn’t like to be challenged.
== Paraphernalia ==
Gallifreyan staiser pistol. Rhylus is also armed with a datapad for when he’s away from Oblivion (his TARDIS), and his glove is armed with a video communication system. He also has a sonic screwdriver, though he modified it to have a taser on the butt of the barrel. It’ll stun for a moment, but uses a lot of the charge, and it’s very powerful.
== Full Application ==
Category:Time Lords
Category:Chancellery Guard