Technopathy/Telepathy:

Time Lords can communicate by telepathy, and can link their minds to share information and enhance their powers. In addition to this, Phythia has the ability to do much the same with technology, controlling even human tech as well as the innately telepathic Gallifreyan technologies. Time Lords displayed the ability of touch-enabled mental manipulation; this manifested itself in a number of different ways, including hypnosis, mind-reading, thought sharing, the ability to relieve dementia, putting others to sleep, mentally influencing the dreams of others, and memory erasure. They could also transfer knowledge quickly to another person by headbutting them. Time Lords were telepathically linked to one another and could join the entire Time Lord intelligence as one. They could hold telepathic conversations over distances, but this was more difficult. They could converse with each over the astral plane, although this ability required intense concentration, and an interruption might have fatal consequences for the Time Lord. Their telepathy extended to less intelligent animals.

Regeneration:

Time Lords also have the ability to regenerate their bodies when their current body is mortally wounded. This process results in their body undergoing a transformation, gaining a new physical form and a new personality; a Time Lord who was pleasant and polite in his previous regeneration might express surprise when his new form turns out to be prone to saying rude things.

Time Vortex:

Pythia has looked into the untempered schism, and it changed her. She looked, and she [i]saw[/i], not just what was and what had been, not just a possible future, but [i]all[/i] possible futures. And sometimes even now, when she looks hard enough, she can still see them flowing around her, through the universe, toward the end of everything.

She did not run. She hasn’t hidden. She is ever striding forward in time, looking back, sometimes looping around to set things right or take a closer look at something, but the future is her constant companion. Her future, and everyone’s. Such is the burden of being the Oracle.

strengths: Pythia is intelligent, crafty, and willful. She realizes that she has weaknesses, but refuses to allow them to slow her down.

While Pythia is now more empathetic to the nature of humanity, having spent time as one of them, she is able to remain more objective than most humans are capable of being, thus able to make difficult decisions that would be otherwise made on emotional grounds. It helps that she can see into the timestream at times, too.

weaknesses:

• Mortal: Pythia, and all Timelords, are mortal in the sense that they can indeed be killed. It isn’t an easy feat, but it can be done.
• Principles: Pythia is a principled being, and will follow her principles even unto death, if need be. She will not fly in the face of her principles.
• Asprin Allergy: Timelords are allergic to aspirin, but can expel the chemical if need be.
• Regeneration: Timelords regenerate to recover from major illness or fatal injury. They can put this off in some cases, and it can be circumvented in the event of both hearts being stopped simultaneously, or if the Timelord is fatally wounded during the regeneration process. There are 12 complete regenerations that every Timelord can undergo, but more can be ‘given’ to them by the council if it is deemed worthy or necessary.

After leaving the Academy, she stayed on Gallifrey, working in the Bureau of Ancient Records for a time and learning all that she could about her homeworld, time, and pretty much everything she could learn anything about. She studied in the Endless Library as well when she could. Eventually, she was able to earn herself access to a Tardis, and once she had her hands on one of those, well, who could blame her for leaving home cheerfully, to learn all that the universe had to offer? No one, that’s who!

Due to her ability to view the timestream, she went to Delphi and spent years and years bathing in the waters there, speaking to those who came looking for guidance and doing what she could to set them on the right path. She wrote texts trying to help humanity find its potential. She knew when to return to Gallifrey to help her own people, and she knew when the Last Great Time War was coming. She did what she could. She saw when The Moment would come, and knew that it was the Doctor who would hold the fate of both the Timelords and the spawn of Davros in his hands. Those two races, and so many others… She knew, and she did what she could, and in the end, it had to be enough.

Her habit of always showing up whenever her people needed her kept her in good standing with them. She had free rein to go where she wanted, when she wanted, so long as she kept returning when she was needed.

She crossed universes and went to an Earth that was, for the most part, unknown to the Timelords. One of her many enemies followed her, and managed to force the use of a chameleon arch on her, removing her memories of her past and instead causing her to think that she was a human mutant, gifted, but crippled, and still mute. She lived out a difficult but rewarding life there for many years, joining a cause for mutants and using her technopathy to help her friends and organization. She even fell in love.

And then she had the most horrific dream. A universe all but burning as two powerful alien races battled in the night skies over more planets than any human would have thought possible. A cry from some distant place, some distant people, called to her, and finally a man came to show her… A fob watch?

Looking into the watch, the chameleon arch that held her true self, Lila Thatcher once again became Pythia, and she left to help her people fight in the Last Great Time War. She didn’t want to leave those humans behind who had cared for her, whom she had cared for and loved, but she hadn’t had a choice.

The Last Great Time War lasted 400 years. It was a brutal, bloody thing, and Pythia the Oracle fought and guided her people through it. Now with the war finally, finally over, she dithers in Hub over the idea of returning to that world she’d left behind so long ago. For her, it had been centuries since she had last seen them… For them, it could be merely hours, days, or weeks. She wasn’t the woman they had known, she was something so much more… and she isn’t sure if she would be welcomed, or cast out.