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Matthew Robert Smith (born 28 October 1982) is an English actor. He is known for playing the Eleventh Doctor in the BBC science fiction television series Doctor Who (2010–2013), Prince Philip in Netflix's historical series The Crown (2016–2017)—for which he received a Primetime Emmy Award nomination—and Daemon Targaryen in HBO's fantasy drama series House of the Dragon(2022–present). Smith initially aspired to be a professional footballer, but spondylolysis forced him out of the sport. After joining the National Youth Theatre and studying drama and creative writing at the University of East Anglia, he began his acting career in 2003, performing in plays such as Murder in the Cathedral, Fresh Kills, The History Boys, and On the Shore of the Wide World in London theatres. Extending his repertoire into West End theatre, he has since performed in the stage adaptation of Swimming with Sharks with Christian Slater, followed a year later by a critically acclaimed performance in That Face. Smith's first television role was in 2006 as Jim Taylor in the BBC adaptations of Philip Pullman's The Ruby in the Smoke and The Shadow in the North. His first significant television role came as Danny in the 2007 BBC series Party Animals. In film, he has played a dual role in the science fiction film Womb (2010), the physical forms of Skynet in the cyberpunk action film Terminator Genisys (2015), a 1960s pimp in the psychological horror film Last Night in Soho (2021) and Milo Morbius in the superhero film Morbius (2022). Description above from the Wikipedia article Matt Smith, licensed under CC-BY-SA, full list of contributors on Wikipedia.
From Davin to the Eternity Gate, this is the Heresy as it should have been—five to six serialized, slow-burn seasons of pure, uncut catastrophe, not a lore anthology or Primarch power-scaling parade, but the Great Crusade’s golden promise rotting from within as the Warmaster takes the knife, the virus bombs eat loyalist lungs on Istvaan III, Prospero’s libraries burn under a brother’s axe, Calth’s sun dies in betrayal, Nuceria drowns in Angron’s ascension, Fulgrim perfects himself into damnation, Mortarion sells his sons for Nurgle’s embrace, Perturabo grinds the Fists into spiteful dust, and the Khan rides alone toward a father who never deserved him—then the Siege, Dorn’s walls cracking, Sanguinius’s wings broken on the Vengeful Spirit, the Emperor and Horus annihilating each other’s souls in a room full of dead dreams, and the Imperium hauled onto the Throne not as victory but as a corpse that will never be allowed to die; this is the tragedy not of good versus evil but of love too late, truth too heavy, and loyalty repaid in ash, where every brother’s bond becomes a wound, every honor is buried in black sand, and the only ending is the slow, grinding realization that the golden age was already dead the moment the Emperor stopped being a father and started being a god.
