Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Jan 1, 2010 14:47:58 GMT -5
CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS
HEY THERE! my name is Blue and i'm sadly 35 years old.
i'm a wiminz and i've been roleplaying for too many years.
I'm puppetmaster of Gwen Cooper and John Hart here on SIT, but enough about
me, here's my character. =]
nicknames:
age: Over 2000 years, give or take
religion: I have a faith but not a religion
affiliation: Torchwood Three
sexuality: You people and your labels.
species: 51st Century Human
marital status: Again with the labels.
member title: Head of Torchwood Three
playby: John Barrowman
cannon or original: cannon
hometown: Boeshane Peninsula
current residence: Cardiff, Wales, the Hub.
parents: Deceased
siblings: Deceased
brief history:
I was born in a human colony on the Boeshane Peninsula. I had a rather happy childhood until the worst day of my life. We were invaded and my father, Franklin, gave me my brother’s hand and said to watch him. My brother, Gray, was so young. We ran and tried to find a place to hide. I don’t know when I lost him but when I got to safety I realized Gray was gone. I looked for him, I tried, but he was gone. I went back home to find my father dead.
I’ve never forgiven myself for losing Gray.
Shortly thereafter I joined the forces to fight an alien threat that was so close to those that attacked Boeshane. They captured me and my friend, torturing him as a lesson to me. I was the one who infiltrated them, not my partner, but they destroyed him in front of me.
Add another tick to the list of things I’ll never forgive myself for.
After the war I was recruited into the Time Agency. ‘John Hart’, as he is known now, was my partner. It was only for two weeks but we summarily got caught in a time-loop that lasted for five years. It was fun but if it had gone on much longer I might have shot us both.
I left the Time Agency when they took two years of my memories from me. I wish I could tell you why, but they took my memories. I still feel like I can almost remember. Some day someone will fall back into my life that will bring this information to me. There has to be, everything else falls through the Rift, why can’t my memories fall through. I wonder if John knows.
I met the Doctor and Rose in 1941. After the Time Agency I started conning. I almost destroyed the world with that con. They should have brought me to the Time Agency and turned me in, or perhaps the Shadow Proclamation, I hear the Judoon are fun to hang around with, but they didn’t. Rose showed a faith in me to be a better man and the Doctor showed me a life I couldn’t have imagined after all the death and destruction I’d seen.
When we were trapped on Satellite Five I swore I would die for those two, and I did. I knew I was taking the suicide post and so I kissed the pair goodbye. The Daleks attacked and I probably dead before the Doctor got Rose off in the TARDIS. Of course I didn’t know all this at the time, I was dead.
Next thing I knew I was gasping back to life and I saw the dusted bodies of the Dalek surrounding me along with the bodies of my fallen comrades. I got to my feet and ran, trying to get to the Doctor and find out what had happened. I reached the floor that he’d been on only to see the TARDIS blink out of existence. I felt my heart clench in my chest. I didn’t realize that I had been dead. I believed I’d just been knocked out. I tried to contact the surface of the planet but they wouldn’t answer. I began to salvage some of the equipment so I could get my manipulator to work again and only succeeded in going back in time to 1869.
I didn’t know I couldn’t stay dead. My Vortex Manipulator was burnt out and I had no choice but to wait. I didn’t figure out I was a bit of a Lazarus until 1892 when I was killed on Ellis Island in New York.
I travelled around, doing odd jobs and such. In 1898 I joined a travelling carnival as ‘The Man Who Couldn’t Die’. It was fun but the Night Travellers put an end to that. Mostly, though, I was a drunk and a leach and I just lived to move on to the next thrill.
Back in Cardiff, 1899, Alice Guppy and Emily Holroyd found me. I’d say it was a nice meeting but…they were sadistic even for my tastes. They tried to recruit me into Torchwood, but I refused. In a bar, one night, a young girl read my tarot. She said that the Doctor would return in 100 years. That sealed it for me, I knew he would have the answer I was seeking and Alice and Emily were very insistent to my joining Torchwood. Since I had nothing better to do, I did.
I left Torchwood a couple of times. Mainly for the War to End All Wars and World War II. I didn’t want to risk bumping into myself in 1941 so I made a point of not even being in the country. (I was a Prisoner of War being held in Colditz busting a fake POW camp that was a front for the Nazi’s to test some alien tech they’d found in Romania. I’ll tell you about it someday.)
I helped the government during 1965 by delivering twelve children to an alien race that we named the 456. I was told that the trade-off was saving 25 million people from a mutated strain of the Indonesian Flu. Perhaps it was the right thing. I wouldn’t know.
Tick. Unforgiving self.
I’ve lost teams, lost friends, lovers. I did find the Doctor and he told me I was wrong. Well, a fixed point in time, but still, the words still hurt. I just justify it by telling myself that he isn’t my Doctor. Though, he really is.
Now I have my team. Well, what’s left of them. We’re rebuilding, training, becoming stronger than ever. Perhaps I’m too attached and I’m just setting myself up for the fall. Perhaps.
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~ Coffee
~ His Webley
~ Ianto
~ The Doctor
~ Rose
~ His Team
~ Roofs
~ Weevil Hunting
~ Sex
~ Flirting
~ Stop Watches
~ Winning
~ Being Right
~ Great Coats
~ Offices (It’s a kink)
~ Life
~ His Family (though, he doesn’t talk about them)
~ Outer Space
~ Naked Hide N Seek
~ His baby TARDIS
~ Getting the Bad-Guy
~ His Parents
~ Gooey Pastries
~ Myfanwy
dislikes:
~ The Master
~ Daleks
~ Cybermen
~ Cannibals
~ Labels
~ Dying
~ Being Proven Wrong
~ Losing Those He Loves
~ Dying
~ Being Left Behind
~ Captain John Hart
~ Unexpected Change
~ Being Disobeyed
~ Unnecessary Cruelty
~ Not Being Able to Remember
~ Did I Say Dying?
~ Things He Has Done in the Past
strengths:
~ Making the choices no one else can (or wants to)
~ His Charm
~ Inability to Die
~ Charm
~ Wit
~ Ability to Lead
~ Sense of Humour
~ Thinks Well on his Feet
~ Dead Sexy
~ Capacity to Care
~ Capacity to Not Care
~ His Team (His Family)
~ His Knowledge
~ Tolerates Pain
~ Sex Appeal
weaknesses:
~ The Doctor
~ Ianto
~ Not Being Able To Sleep
~ Coffee
~ Good Danish
~ His Heart
~ His Past
~ His Team
~ Sex
secrets:
~ He knows were the bodies are hidden.
~ He knows what the Hub is really capable of.
~ Has a daughter and a grandson.
~ Has given birth to a son who died before his first birthday.
~ Would give up his mortality for a normal life.
fears:
~ Losing his current team.
~ Losing Ianto
~ Losing Gwen
~ Losing control
~ Losing the Doctor
~ Waking up and finding out it has all been a dream/nightmare
~ Fears never waking up
~ Fears living forever, alone.
habits:
~ Stand on roofs.
~ Drink coffee
~ Shag
~ Fall asleep at his desk.
~ Eat Pizza
~ Talk with food in his mouth
overall personality:
Jack is the one who makes the decisions no one else can or would if they had to. He is simultaneously endearing and horrific. He has seen things that would make anyone else go insane and yet he perseveres. He is the eternal survivor, the one who will be there when this is long gone. That does something to you, makes you almost not quite right. He would say he had manic depressive tendencies if he actually had the time to entertain such thoughts.
He hates to admit, though, that he craves contact. His flirting holds a higher purpose, it is what keeps him sane. Jack is a textile, sensual being and he feels that his escapades keep him feeling alive. He tries to not bond with too many people but at this he fails miserably. Inevitably, this always leads to his heart breaking just a bit more. He had once believed that eventually he would harden to the point where he no longer cared. That has not happened yet, but he still believes it will. He prays that day never comes.
Something is going to happen, he knows this. He cannot share this information with anyone, other then his vague references to being prepared. His time with the Doctor showed him a better way to be. Rose had shown him how to be a better person and gave him unending life. Both of them, combined, gave him hope. He misses them both. Jack is a complex human, but you live for over two millennia and tell me you wouldn’t be a bit off.
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(Takes Place After Kiss Kiss Bang Bang)
Jack was still working on his reports when he heard the proximity alert go off. He glanced at the clock on his desk and sighed. It was still the early hours of morning when most normal people were still sleeping. Normal people weren’t Ianto Jones.
He shook his head, knowing it would be useless to demand the young Welshman to return home and part of him was extremely happy he was there. Since his return, Ianto had seemed stand-offish, almost put-out by Jack’s existence. He wondered if Ianto was as happy for his return as he had stated.
All Jack knew was that year, the year that never was, he had a lot of time to think. He thought about his whole team, about each one individually and how much he had come to love them all. He thought of his past teams, and oh, there had been so many, but none caused such a swell of pride to course through him that his current team did.
He hated himself for loving them.
Once more he was setting himself up for the fall. He would lose them all; the same way he had lost all the others. He knew he would survive, move on, start again but…he didn’t want to. He was tired. Some days he wanted nothing more than to quit Torchwood, settle down with someone who understood him and live his life until he died.
That would never happen, none of it. It always seemed that normalcy, as over-rated as it was, tended to be just out of his reach. Sometimes he wondered if he wanted it only because it was out of reach. He’d never been one for convention, not even when he could die.
Thinking back, though, he didn’t particularly like the person he used to be. John’s arrival in Cardiff had brought that reality smack home. John was the epitome of everything he used to be. John believed that he would be the same and join in his game but Jack had grown, changed and John could not bear it.
Truth be told, he was slightly thrilled to see John again.
John was a hot flame that burned bright and hard. He drew you in only to burn you beyond recognition. When John asked if they needed another member of the team, he hadn’t hesitated in his answer. No, they didn’t need him. However, a voice inside, one he rarely heard from these days, spoke up and said, ‘oh yeah, we could use you…and those handcuffs.’
How unfair was he to his team, to allow John to manipulate him? Extremely unfair. He shouldn’t have helped the man; he shouldn’t have even kissed him. He should have shot him and walked out of that bar and gone and had drinks with his people. They deserved his time, the answers he could have given them and not the wasted night.
At least, while having to hide from themselves so as not to disrupt the timeline, they got that chance. Though, he knew he withheld on some of the answers. He had never trusted anyone as much as he trusted those four people and yet, he couldn’t seem to tell them everything. He knew that wasn’t exactly fair, but it was all he had.
He had a hard time telling them who he really was. He settled on being vague, again. He definitely couldn’t tell them about the year that never happened and he refused to tell them about Gray.
John said he’d found Gray. That was impossible and once more just John talking out his arse.
But what if?
What if he had found his brother?
Jack leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head. He could smell the aroma of coffee wafting up to him from the kitchen. He felt a smile curl his lips as he thought of the young man once more.
Ianto had agreed to go on a date with him. That was good. Ianto had also barely spoken a word to him in days. He would serve him coffee and food and answer his questions but he had stopped coming up to his office to talk, the way he had once done before. Jack wondered what he had done, other than leave for six months his time, to offend the man.
He knew what he would do, being as how no one would be back in the Hub for another three hours at least; he hit the comm and said, “Ianto, could you bring me some of that wonderful coffee on your way up here? We need to talk.”
He stood, stretching out his long legs and walking to the front of his desk to wait for Mr. Jones to appear.
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