[X] Ninth. A man who'd been forced to let his own archnemesis right into his inner sanctum as a fellow traveler. Inevitably that had been the cause of their deaths, the question was whether this death was in the obvious way.
[X] Librarian. You could only make sense of a scant number of the books gathered there, and weren't even allowed to open some of them, but you at least knew enough to properly sort and dust them.
[X] Gardener. Given there wasn't a sliver of sunlight in the castle, the plants that grew there weren't the usual sort, being a mass of thorns more than anything else. You just clipped and watered them and hoped for the best.
[X] England. You think you were a Northerner, Manchester or Sheffield or somewhere. You knew there was something up with this modern world, but back then you didn't have enough info to tell what.
[X] Eighth. A dashing Romantic who'd seen the Timestream reduced to a plaything, the destruction of his home planet, and the origins of human time-travel to wipe clean what legacy the Time Lords had left.
[X] Japan. Tochigi prefecture, or somewhere not quite Tokyo. Your life had been completely free of anything suspicious or supernatural, before the Castle anyway.