Post by wrenfelidae on Apr 13, 2009 1:51:43 GMT -5
idon'tcareaboutclever,idon'tcareaboutfunny
CaptainJackHarkness
bonjour, my name isWren . i've got 18
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for 5 and i live in the Central Mountain timezone.
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name , Captain Jack Harkness
nicknames , Jack
age & date of birth , 152, sometime in the 51st century
gender , male
sexual orientation , OMNIsexual
species , human…sort of. Lots of pheromones and the like.
played by , John Barrowman
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height , 6’1”
weight , 209
tattoos and piercings , none
physical flaws , but…Captain Jack Harkness HAS no physical flaws… wait! He is getting a bit plump, at least, John Barrowman has a bit of a muffin top…
personal style , Definitely retro, with red braces and a light blue shirt. Usually seen with a long dark blue overcoat and black pants. Has an old Webley. Has an earpiece used to communicate with Torchwood, and a broken (but still useful!) Vortex Manipulator on his wrist.
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likes ,
Boys
Girls
Aliens
Braces
Dancing
Flirting
Ianto’s Coffee
Sex
His Gun
Time Travel
Adventure
Naked Hide and Seek (He doesn't cheat!)
dislikes ,
Daleks
Torchwood London
John Hart (not really, but he has to keep up appearances)
People messing with his friends. *coughAdamcough*
The end of the world
Cybermen
Doing work (Captain's Log is not considered work)
When people don't listen to him, or obey orders
When people say he cheats at naked hide and seek
Weevlis
Exes revisiting and screwing up your order *coughJohncough*
strengths ,
Strong
Courageous
Can't die
Loveable
Good at running
Good aim
weaknesses ,
Tends to leave when people need him
A bit of a conman
Fliratatious
Easily jealous
Overly persistent
Tends to hide his past
fears ,
Daleks
Seeing everyone he loves die
Living forever, but dying (it's a paradox!)
Rejection
overall personality ,
Jack is the type of person, who, because he grew up in the 51st century, tends to have feelings and relations with anything with a post code. He would do it if it had a pulse.
Jack can be deeply committed to a team or individual after time wears on and he becomes attached. Although fearful of rejection, he ca be very open with his love and compassion. He may hide his past, but he has married, has a daughter, and has loved more deeply than any other person in Torchwood (Yes! Even more than Gwen + Rhys. Shut it.)
He... well, if you've watched the show, you should know. He's flirtatious, charming, and overall a wonderful man to be around... for short periods of time. If you work with him, he tends to completely rid you of your personal life. Other than that, Jack puts off an air of being open without really telling you all there is to know.
Jack tends to create competitions in things as well, and usually cheats (although he won't admit it). He makes games out of every day activities (naked hide and seek, anyone?) and tries to be the best at what he does. You will never, NEVER be able to put him in a room with another Time Agent. It will turn into a competition (who has the biggest wrist band?).
Jack keeps secrets relatively easily, and usually shows mercy, unless there is a hostage situation. Except, of course, when exes are involved (see Kiss Kiss, Bang, Bang for more details) and there are technically two hostages, since both John and Gwen could die (Jack loves both dearly, but in very different ways).
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hometown (or planet) , Boeshane Peninsula
father , Franklin/deceased
mother , Sarah/deceased
siblings , Gray/locked in a freezer
pets , Janet the Weevil, Myfanwy the Pterodon
history ,
Jack joined the Time Agency after a major attack on his home in the Boeshane Peninsula, where his parents (and, until recently discovered otherwise, his brother) were all killed. He was the first from this area to be enlisted in the Time Agency, somehow earning him the title of poster boy, otherwise known as the "Face of Boe".
While working for the Time Agency, his memories were wiped, and two years of his life went missing. In order to "revenge" himself, or something along those lines, he quit the agency and became a freelance Time Agent slash con-artist.
While on the con-artist track, he ran into Rose Tyler, who was hanging from a balloon in war-stricken London. He saved her, did a little bit of flirting and, thinking she was a Time Agent, offered to sell her a piece of alien medical equipment (well, more of a ship, really). Rose took him to the Doctor.
Jack stays on with the TARDIS crew after a bomb destroys his ship (he did it himself, don't worry). On Satellite 5, Jack is killed, brought back to life, and left. (that's pretty much the easiest way to describe it.) He is now immortal, by some strange happens with Rose and a Time Vortex-timey--whimey-wobbly thing.
He used, after being abandoned, his Vortex Manipulator (left over Time Agency), ends up in the 1800s, it breaks, and he's left to live through time. He figures out, over the course of a few hundred years, what is wrong with his mortality (since he's been stabbed with a bottle, thrown off a cliff, etc) and decides that if the Doctor is ever around, he could help him! (happy face)
He's enlisted into Torchwood London (well, forced against his will). After many years, he is given Torchwood 3 (Cardiff) by Alex, who had shot and killed all the other members (including himself) due to a Y2K scare (which was really a giant bug of some sort).
He returns to the Doctor sometime later, once his hand starts glowing randomly to signal his arrival in Cardiff. Jack disappears from Torchwood and goes on some world-saving adventure with Martha and the Doctor.
He returns to Torchwood and takes over once again... and the end is where we start from.
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roleplay sample ,
Ellie glanced at the clock and sighed, tapping her pencil against the desk rapidly. It was only another hour before she could clock out of the lab and head out. She tried to get the day off, but her boss had only allowed the weekend, plus Monday and Tuesday, for her vacation. Honestly, it didn’t make sense. She had enough vacation time saved up to take four years off from work, but did she ever take them? No. Because the lab wouldn’t run without her. And her boss knew that.
So here she was, no more work to do, waiting for an hour to pass by in the quiet bacterium laboratory.
A whisper from across the table called her attention.
“Ellie!” The spectacled man whispered louder, raising his hands in question. “Why are you still here? Don’t you have a party to get to or something?”
Ellie smiled. “Something like that.”
“Why don’t you leave?”
“Dr. Carter won’t let me today. He said I have work to do.” She shrugged and continued tapping the pencil, glancing at the clock every few seconds. She contemplated pulling out her phone to text Deryn and tell her she’d be late, but she was probably working. Or drinking.
“That’s bullocks. You’re always here—what else do you have to do?” The man stood and walked to her, sitting on the corner of her desk, barely fitting between the stacks of papers and books. “I’m sure the boss won’t mind if you jet off. I’ll look after your desk, right?”
Ellie smiled. “Thanks Jason. You’re a godsend, really.” She stood and took off her lab coat, carefully hanging on the back of her chair before grabbing her purse from underneath the desk. The red embroidered lettering of her coat faced the table, reading “Dr. Ellie Kemp—Bacteriology”. Jason smiled and waved lowly, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“Have fun at your party then, Ellie. Dr. Carter won’t mind you leaving, since you’ve got us ahead about, what…? Ten years?”
The two coworkers exchanged a laugh as Ellie left through the automatic doors, taking one last look at the security camera on the wall. She was probably going to get into trouble for this. Or Jason would, if not her.
She pulled her phone out of her purse and smiled, seeing a message from Deryn. It was asking when she was heading into Cardiff, and not to expect a clean house. She replied quickly, hoping she wasn’t too late and her friend was sleeping away the afternoon:
Hey! Sry-was working. Ill b there in 3 hrs. Brk out the booze, b-day girl!
After the message sent, she jogged to the corner, where a bus stop was located. A double-decker was headed her way, and she could only hope it would take her far enough to the station.
The blonde rubbed her eyes, yawning. She didn’t even realize she had fallen asleep, but as the car came to a halt, she stood, pulling her purse up with her. Most of her weekend baggage was in that purse—the oversized, mammoth canvas bag that it was, it held almost her entire life. She had a few changes of clothes stuffed in there, along with the other necessities of life. She groaned a bit as the weight surprised her, but she quickly got used to it and walked up to the building’s entrance, where her friend lived. She rang the buzzer for Apt 3 and waited, hanging her purse off of her shoulder.
So here she was, no more work to do, waiting for an hour to pass by in the quiet bacterium laboratory.
A whisper from across the table called her attention.
“Ellie!” The spectacled man whispered louder, raising his hands in question. “Why are you still here? Don’t you have a party to get to or something?”
Ellie smiled. “Something like that.”
“Why don’t you leave?”
“Dr. Carter won’t let me today. He said I have work to do.” She shrugged and continued tapping the pencil, glancing at the clock every few seconds. She contemplated pulling out her phone to text Deryn and tell her she’d be late, but she was probably working. Or drinking.
“That’s bullocks. You’re always here—what else do you have to do?” The man stood and walked to her, sitting on the corner of her desk, barely fitting between the stacks of papers and books. “I’m sure the boss won’t mind if you jet off. I’ll look after your desk, right?”
Ellie smiled. “Thanks Jason. You’re a godsend, really.” She stood and took off her lab coat, carefully hanging on the back of her chair before grabbing her purse from underneath the desk. The red embroidered lettering of her coat faced the table, reading “Dr. Ellie Kemp—Bacteriology”. Jason smiled and waved lowly, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“Have fun at your party then, Ellie. Dr. Carter won’t mind you leaving, since you’ve got us ahead about, what…? Ten years?”
The two coworkers exchanged a laugh as Ellie left through the automatic doors, taking one last look at the security camera on the wall. She was probably going to get into trouble for this. Or Jason would, if not her.
She pulled her phone out of her purse and smiled, seeing a message from Deryn. It was asking when she was heading into Cardiff, and not to expect a clean house. She replied quickly, hoping she wasn’t too late and her friend was sleeping away the afternoon:
Hey! Sry-was working. Ill b there in 3 hrs. Brk out the booze, b-day girl!
After the message sent, she jogged to the corner, where a bus stop was located. A double-decker was headed her way, and she could only hope it would take her far enough to the station.
The blonde rubbed her eyes, yawning. She didn’t even realize she had fallen asleep, but as the car came to a halt, she stood, pulling her purse up with her. Most of her weekend baggage was in that purse—the oversized, mammoth canvas bag that it was, it held almost her entire life. She had a few changes of clothes stuffed in there, along with the other necessities of life. She groaned a bit as the weight surprised her, but she quickly got used to it and walked up to the building’s entrance, where her friend lived. She rang the buzzer for Apt 3 and waited, hanging her purse off of her shoulder.
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
