Brendan Sullivan is a Gallifreyan Time Lord who has intermittently spent time on Earth over the last 950 years. It is unclear why Brendan has chosen Earth to occasionally return too, but it appears that he views it as something of a vacation resort. He has frequently expressed an affinity for potatoes and the particular oxygen-carbon dioxide mixture in our atmosphere.


Artist's rendering of Brendan's apartment.

He first arrived during the Norman invasion of England in 1066, opting to fight on the side of the defending Anglo-Saxon force because, in his words, it was "more interesting." He quickly died at the Battle of Hastings.

Undeterred, Brendan came back to England and through a variety of channels convinced William the Conqueror's successor, Henry, to sign the Charter of Liberties, limiting his powers. This was done mostly out of spite.

After a long and relaxing stay somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse, Brendan Sullivan arrived back on Earth in 1729 as Catherine the Great of Russian for the sole reasoning that he hadn't gotten laid in fifty-odd years. He decisively rectified the situation, though he does acknowledge that his commitment to the ideal may have come back and bit him in the ass.

Living in New England in the mid-19th century as Father Goodwin Hearthweatherford, Brendan founded the Christian splinter group the Penitent Hearthweatherfordites. He and his followers moved to a farm in western Ohio, where they eschewed all technology, ate a surprisingly ahead of their time raw food diet, and spent their days self-flagellating. The Penitent Hearthweatherfordites quickly mutinied, killing Father Goodwin and therefore leaving him out of the orgy that followed. These were dark times indeed.

Brendan Sullivan used up three separate incarnations of himself steadfastly refusing to die as Rasputin on the night of 29 December 1916. He has so far been unable to satisfactorily explain his reasoning for doing this, as he was viciously, viciously drunk at the time.

Brendan returned to Earth in 1989, after hearing that Magnum, P.I. was cancelled.

The eighth incarnation of Brendan Sullivan spends his time in Pittsburgh producing and selling snarky greeting cards and making decreasingly witty comments over the course of evenings at local bars.


Rare photographic evidence of Brendan Sullivan's existence.

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