So the tenth doctor:
He's basically the Casanova of the show, a total heart stealing little twat. He's witty, brave,very kind, very foolish, and above all: a romantic. He fell in love with Rose Tyler, who ended up never seeing him again, Martha Jones, who later fell for another man, and it was hinted he may have had some affection to Donna Noble although she was definitely not interested in him.
Eleven:
He's clever, laid back, and kind. He married River Song and saved the marriage of amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) and Rory, so he isn't not expirienced in the romance department but he isn't really as into seducing people like ol' tenny boy but is highly energetic, always running. As his companion Clara Oswald said, "Run you clever boy, and remember."
Twelve:
He's serious, a rebel, a man with a plan, an idiot with a box. Stern and ruthless but also understanding and forgiving, and above all else kind. But of course, he does have a darker side. When Clara Oswald stated she was his "Care-er" he replied, "Yeah, she cares so I don't have to."
I personally favor the Twelfth Doctor but you can decide.
Twelfth Doctor will be great
Hai! @Poppy are you online?
Notebook.ai wasn't working…
Ok (are you gonna post the first sentence)
The Doctor was grazing for distress calls. It was Earth. Again. "No matter how many times I save this bloody planet it always has to be saved again." he muttered to himself. He pulled a lever on the console and took off. (By the way, the Doctor has a Scottish accent so feel free to read it in a Scottish accent.)
Where are you Poppy? Don't leave me here to die!
(AAAH SORRY, don't die on me!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Trinity wondered through the streets of London. Her next adventure to be conquered. She looked at the Westminster Cathedral, its lights glowing in the night. Two more blocks to the hotel.
(Oh, sorry for leaving, I fell asleep.) The Doctor landed his TARDIS in front of a cathedral. He opened it's doors and strolled out.
Trin looked at the cathedral once more. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blue telephone booth. They still make those? "Excuse me, sir?" she called to the man stepping out of the box. "Isn't that a historical landmark? You probably shouldn't go in it."
"Oh, this is mine. It's my, erm, mobile phone." he said.
He then added "Besides, it's not really even supposed to be a phone box, per se."
"Um." Trin stared at the strange man. London sure is weird. "May I borrow your 'mobile phone', then? I have to call a friend." She looked up at the clock on the cathedral. 9:05. I was supposed to be there at 6:00. And I haven't even checked into the hotel yet.
"Erm… no. It's not exactly for calling people, more for answering calls. Distress calls."
