Post by Jack Harkness on Sept 7, 2010 17:12:35 GMT -5
Name: Jack Harkness
Nickname: several, all of which will get someone punched if they are used, so best to stick to either 'Captain' or 'Jack'.
Gender: male
Sexuality: If it has a postal code, Jack is interested.
Age/Birthday: both are unknown. Jack's age is somewhere over the 2,000 year mark and as for his birthday? Couldn't possibly be determined on the current calendar. Jack usually, to be an ass, says his birthday is 29 February.
Race: human; immortal
Place of Birth/Home Town: Boeshane Peninsula
Character Portrayal: John Barrowman
Hair: dark brown, styled in such a way to make him look like he spent no time on his hair but in reality it took him several hours to get it to look just right.
Eyes: piercing blue.
Height: 6'0"
Individual Features: Jack has chiseled features and he looks like he's out of some 40s drama. He has flawless skin (due to when he was made immortal) and his most defining characteristic is the cleft in his chin.
General Appearance:
Family: All are deceased. It's what happens when you live to be as long as Jack has. Well, children are still living (like Alice Carter for one), but Jack tends to say that his family is dead.
Friends: Far too many to list. Suffice to say, Jack has a lot of friends situated all across the globe and galaxy.
Enemies: For as many friends as Jack has... he's garnered just as many enemies.
Job: Leader; Torchwood 3
Personality:
Jack Harkness is truly larger than life. He lives by his own rules and damn anyone who stands in his way. He's lived too long, seen and done too much, to change anything about himself. In the end, though, it's these aspects that make him a natural born leader. Jack likes being the one people look up to, and he is one who always leads from the front (and not just because he makes decent cannon fodder either), and doesn't expect his team to do anything he wouldn't do. He does, however, expect them to not do most of the things he does. (Do as I say, not as I do tends to be Jack's motto of choice.) It's no surprise that Jack prefers to lead, having taken for his alias a man who was a captain in the Royal Air Force.
Jack is a rogue at heart, no matter how he has tried to suppress his old lives, particularly when he worked as a con man. He has been known to lie, cheat, and steal on more than one occasion to achieve the ends he needs. The con man, however, is from another life and Jack firmly believes his past is simply that: his past. He tends to keep his past at arm's length, it's only ever come back to bite him in the arse.
The one thing Jack is, is loyal -- perhaps to a fault. He has remembered every person (and alien for that matter) he has ever loved, ever killed and ever worked with. His feelings of loyalty are deep seeded and he would die for any member of his team -- figuratively speaking, of course. Jack mentions in the episode 'Adam' in regards to the man who inserted himself into their memories: "All I know is that when I think of my team, I see you there, but I don't feel anything for you. No pride, no warmth ... " For Jack, his team comes first.
Unless the Doctor calls. Then, all bets are off.
Likes: Coffee, Ianto, Sex, Coffee, Sex, Impossible puzzles, sex... do we see a trend here?
Dislikes: Being told no, not being the leader in a group of people, being wrong about anything.
Fears: Seeing those he loves die, what he'll see if and when he finally does die.
Powers: Jack's main power is his inability to die due to whatever it was Rose did when she looked into the heart of the TARDIS. Jack has tried to kill himself on any number of occasions, only to find that it didn't 'stick'. He's given up trying to die and has since taken on the role of 'world's hero'. If he can't die, he may as well protect the rest of the world.
History:
To pin down the history of Captain Jack Harkness would be a near impossibility. He's crossed too many timelines, had multiple instances of himself alive at one time... all we can give now is a rough approximation. He never is one to talk about his past either and tends to change the subject away from himself and to anything else. And when you're Jack, it's quite easy to flirt your way out of anything.
Jack (though, what his actual name is remains a mystery) was originally born sometime in the 51st century, growing up on the Boeshane Peninsula an otherwise normal (and mortal) child. His entire life was turned upside down the moment an alien race invaded his homeland. Told by his father to run and keep Gray with him, Jack couldn't even follow that simple order. He accidentally let go of Gray's hand and when he returned home all that faced him was death and destruction. Gray missing and his father dead, Jack was left utterly alone.
Passed around between a few aunts still alive, Jack never really felt at home anywhere. A few years here and a few years there, always seeming to be on the outside looking in. It didn't take much persuasion by a few friends when he reached the age of eighteen to join up with the Time Agency. They were fighting and really, Jack had nothing better to do. The Agency saw something in him and he quickly moved through the ranks, surpassing the friends who had enlisted him to join and giving Jack more and more secretive projects to work on.
During this time, Jack was partnered with another young recruit who exhibited many of the same qualities as Jack -- one Captain John Hart. He and John Hart began going on missions and their partnership turned into a different sort all together (though, if you ask Jack, he doesn't remember if their relationship came before or after the two week time loop). Spending five years with one man, there are only two options: become lovers or kill the other. Jack chose the former (though he was not the wife, thank you very much). His employment with the Time Agency came to an abrupt end when Jack realised he was missing two years of his life. No memories, no knowledge, no warning -- just two years, gone. To this day, Jack has yet to recover those memories and he wonders just what he did during those two years. For a while, Jack tried to find out what he did... now? He's happier to live in blissful ignorance.
In the years that followed, Jack has travelled with the Doctor (twice) and was turned immortal on the first of those journeys. He's been killed more times than he care to admit, even if he remembers every single one of his deaths. He's taken over Torchwood, worked with and against any number of aliens, and pretended to play nice with the Government. Jack knows he has a long life ahead of him and while there is a part of him that yearns to go back to the stars, he's happy here on earth. For now.
Random Facts: Though it seems like Jack exaggerates when he speaks of the number of people he's slept with -- but it really isn't. Jack is that much of a playboy.
RP Sample: [This is a fic I wrote a long while ago. If you'd like something else, just let me know.]
Temptation.
It's sitting there, on his wrist. An unobtrusive bit of metal and leather, always there, always a reminder. He was surprised to learn it (like he) had survived the blast in the Plass, but it didn't wholly shock him. It was amazing how much he had missed that strap around his wrist, but when something spends two thousand years on your wrist, you tend to miss it when it's gone. It did, however, make sense that the Vortex Manipulator would be found in the rubble and they barely found scraps of his greatcoat. He had been wearing the Manipulator when Rose had changed him into the freak he was (but not the greatcoat) -- so apparently whatever she had done had worked for everything he was wearing.
Briefly, Jack laments the fact that he tossed that pair of leather trousers into the garbage over a century ago when they didn't fit into the dress of the time. How was he supposed to know he had been turned immortal? It had taken roughly ten years, two gunshots, half a dozen stabbings, and death by javelin to figure it out. By that time, the trousers had gone the way of the dodo and there was no chance in hell he'd get them back.
Jack never found a pair that fit quite the same way.
They probably still exist... somewhere. Jack, however, doesn't have the want or the will to find them.
Instead, he sits in the bar at the end of the universe and stares at the useless wrist strap.
Temptation.
He sees it when he looks across the bar, noticing that orange-skinned Sewythina giving him the eye from across the room. And it is 'the eye', given that she only has one. Jack's fucked one before; he knows what they're like. Wild in bed and will come six times without even breaking a sweat. If he wants to lose himself in someone, she's the perfect candidate.
There's always the ficus, mind, though Jack hasn't been in the mood for slivers.
If he consumes enough hypervodka, he'll feel the desire to fuck until he can't see straight, until his back is sore and his legs ache -- a pain that lasts a matter of hours until his perfect body heals itself to its previous state.
Still, sex and alcohol are a wondrous mix, Jack thinks to himself as he downs the eighth shot of the night. He's just starting to feel that all-too familiar buzz, but it doesn't last for long. His body metabolises it too quickly. He signals for another, wanting to keep the alcohol level in his blood stream as high as he can manage.
He winks at the Sewythina and she gives him a nod. His bed won't be empty tonight and, judging by the look she gives another bloke nearby... Jack will have his wicked way with more than just her tonight.
Temptation.
He's staring at his wrist strap again, knowing it could solve everything. He knows he could hop a transport ship, skip this solar system and head back to Earth.
The records at the Hub will never be fully destroyed. Jack had security protocols in place in case the Hub was ever breached, and data backups of all the CCTV and archival files were stored in a forgotten area of Flat Holm. All it might take is finding the correct date and the coordinates Jack used to activate his wrist strap the day the Daleks invaded. It would be so simple, really. He'd pop back to that fateful day in October, pull Ianto from the room before the gas was released and no one would be the wiser.
Sure, he would be changing the course of history, but who cares in the end? The Doctor does it all the time to serve his own ends, why can't Jack?
He thinks back to John suddenly. The night John tried to convince Jack to leave earth behind and succumb to the glitter of the galaxy. Jack chuckles, remembering how he chided John about not being able to master that whole temptation spiel.
Temptation.
Jack looks at his wrist strap one final time, snapping the cover shut. They won't be able to stay on earth, he knows -- not when the rest of the world believes him to be dead. So... what's the difference if the Jones family has a body to grieve over... or an empty casket? None in his mind. He knows once he does this he won't be able to return to Earth, not for a long time.
This sits okay with him.
He always promised Ianto he'd take him to the stars one day.
Jack downs the last of his hypervodka and meets the gaze of the Sewythina once more. He holds up a finger, the still universal sign for 'one minute'. One minute is all he'll need in her world.
Only one man has ever tempted Jack to go against everything he was ever taught and fuck with time itself.
Temptation.
For once, Jack gives into temptation.
Rules: read 'em.
Nickname: several, all of which will get someone punched if they are used, so best to stick to either 'Captain' or 'Jack'.
Gender: male
Sexuality: If it has a postal code, Jack is interested.
Age/Birthday: both are unknown. Jack's age is somewhere over the 2,000 year mark and as for his birthday? Couldn't possibly be determined on the current calendar. Jack usually, to be an ass, says his birthday is 29 February.
Race: human; immortal
Place of Birth/Home Town: Boeshane Peninsula
Character Portrayal: John Barrowman
Hair: dark brown, styled in such a way to make him look like he spent no time on his hair but in reality it took him several hours to get it to look just right.
Eyes: piercing blue.
Height: 6'0"
Individual Features: Jack has chiseled features and he looks like he's out of some 40s drama. He has flawless skin (due to when he was made immortal) and his most defining characteristic is the cleft in his chin.
General Appearance:
Family: All are deceased. It's what happens when you live to be as long as Jack has. Well, children are still living (like Alice Carter for one), but Jack tends to say that his family is dead.
Friends: Far too many to list. Suffice to say, Jack has a lot of friends situated all across the globe and galaxy.
Enemies: For as many friends as Jack has... he's garnered just as many enemies.
Job: Leader; Torchwood 3
Personality:
Jack Harkness is truly larger than life. He lives by his own rules and damn anyone who stands in his way. He's lived too long, seen and done too much, to change anything about himself. In the end, though, it's these aspects that make him a natural born leader. Jack likes being the one people look up to, and he is one who always leads from the front (and not just because he makes decent cannon fodder either), and doesn't expect his team to do anything he wouldn't do. He does, however, expect them to not do most of the things he does. (Do as I say, not as I do tends to be Jack's motto of choice.) It's no surprise that Jack prefers to lead, having taken for his alias a man who was a captain in the Royal Air Force.
Jack is a rogue at heart, no matter how he has tried to suppress his old lives, particularly when he worked as a con man. He has been known to lie, cheat, and steal on more than one occasion to achieve the ends he needs. The con man, however, is from another life and Jack firmly believes his past is simply that: his past. He tends to keep his past at arm's length, it's only ever come back to bite him in the arse.
The one thing Jack is, is loyal -- perhaps to a fault. He has remembered every person (and alien for that matter) he has ever loved, ever killed and ever worked with. His feelings of loyalty are deep seeded and he would die for any member of his team -- figuratively speaking, of course. Jack mentions in the episode 'Adam' in regards to the man who inserted himself into their memories: "All I know is that when I think of my team, I see you there, but I don't feel anything for you. No pride, no warmth ... " For Jack, his team comes first.
Unless the Doctor calls. Then, all bets are off.
Likes: Coffee, Ianto, Sex, Coffee, Sex, Impossible puzzles, sex... do we see a trend here?
Dislikes: Being told no, not being the leader in a group of people, being wrong about anything.
Fears: Seeing those he loves die, what he'll see if and when he finally does die.
Powers: Jack's main power is his inability to die due to whatever it was Rose did when she looked into the heart of the TARDIS. Jack has tried to kill himself on any number of occasions, only to find that it didn't 'stick'. He's given up trying to die and has since taken on the role of 'world's hero'. If he can't die, he may as well protect the rest of the world.
History:
To pin down the history of Captain Jack Harkness would be a near impossibility. He's crossed too many timelines, had multiple instances of himself alive at one time... all we can give now is a rough approximation. He never is one to talk about his past either and tends to change the subject away from himself and to anything else. And when you're Jack, it's quite easy to flirt your way out of anything.
Jack (though, what his actual name is remains a mystery) was originally born sometime in the 51st century, growing up on the Boeshane Peninsula an otherwise normal (and mortal) child. His entire life was turned upside down the moment an alien race invaded his homeland. Told by his father to run and keep Gray with him, Jack couldn't even follow that simple order. He accidentally let go of Gray's hand and when he returned home all that faced him was death and destruction. Gray missing and his father dead, Jack was left utterly alone.
Passed around between a few aunts still alive, Jack never really felt at home anywhere. A few years here and a few years there, always seeming to be on the outside looking in. It didn't take much persuasion by a few friends when he reached the age of eighteen to join up with the Time Agency. They were fighting and really, Jack had nothing better to do. The Agency saw something in him and he quickly moved through the ranks, surpassing the friends who had enlisted him to join and giving Jack more and more secretive projects to work on.
During this time, Jack was partnered with another young recruit who exhibited many of the same qualities as Jack -- one Captain John Hart. He and John Hart began going on missions and their partnership turned into a different sort all together (though, if you ask Jack, he doesn't remember if their relationship came before or after the two week time loop). Spending five years with one man, there are only two options: become lovers or kill the other. Jack chose the former (though he was not the wife, thank you very much). His employment with the Time Agency came to an abrupt end when Jack realised he was missing two years of his life. No memories, no knowledge, no warning -- just two years, gone. To this day, Jack has yet to recover those memories and he wonders just what he did during those two years. For a while, Jack tried to find out what he did... now? He's happier to live in blissful ignorance.
In the years that followed, Jack has travelled with the Doctor (twice) and was turned immortal on the first of those journeys. He's been killed more times than he care to admit, even if he remembers every single one of his deaths. He's taken over Torchwood, worked with and against any number of aliens, and pretended to play nice with the Government. Jack knows he has a long life ahead of him and while there is a part of him that yearns to go back to the stars, he's happy here on earth. For now.
Random Facts: Though it seems like Jack exaggerates when he speaks of the number of people he's slept with -- but it really isn't. Jack is that much of a playboy.
RP Sample: [This is a fic I wrote a long while ago. If you'd like something else, just let me know.]
Temptation.
It's sitting there, on his wrist. An unobtrusive bit of metal and leather, always there, always a reminder. He was surprised to learn it (like he) had survived the blast in the Plass, but it didn't wholly shock him. It was amazing how much he had missed that strap around his wrist, but when something spends two thousand years on your wrist, you tend to miss it when it's gone. It did, however, make sense that the Vortex Manipulator would be found in the rubble and they barely found scraps of his greatcoat. He had been wearing the Manipulator when Rose had changed him into the freak he was (but not the greatcoat) -- so apparently whatever she had done had worked for everything he was wearing.
Briefly, Jack laments the fact that he tossed that pair of leather trousers into the garbage over a century ago when they didn't fit into the dress of the time. How was he supposed to know he had been turned immortal? It had taken roughly ten years, two gunshots, half a dozen stabbings, and death by javelin to figure it out. By that time, the trousers had gone the way of the dodo and there was no chance in hell he'd get them back.
Jack never found a pair that fit quite the same way.
They probably still exist... somewhere. Jack, however, doesn't have the want or the will to find them.
Instead, he sits in the bar at the end of the universe and stares at the useless wrist strap.
Temptation.
He sees it when he looks across the bar, noticing that orange-skinned Sewythina giving him the eye from across the room. And it is 'the eye', given that she only has one. Jack's fucked one before; he knows what they're like. Wild in bed and will come six times without even breaking a sweat. If he wants to lose himself in someone, she's the perfect candidate.
There's always the ficus, mind, though Jack hasn't been in the mood for slivers.
If he consumes enough hypervodka, he'll feel the desire to fuck until he can't see straight, until his back is sore and his legs ache -- a pain that lasts a matter of hours until his perfect body heals itself to its previous state.
Still, sex and alcohol are a wondrous mix, Jack thinks to himself as he downs the eighth shot of the night. He's just starting to feel that all-too familiar buzz, but it doesn't last for long. His body metabolises it too quickly. He signals for another, wanting to keep the alcohol level in his blood stream as high as he can manage.
He winks at the Sewythina and she gives him a nod. His bed won't be empty tonight and, judging by the look she gives another bloke nearby... Jack will have his wicked way with more than just her tonight.
Temptation.
He's staring at his wrist strap again, knowing it could solve everything. He knows he could hop a transport ship, skip this solar system and head back to Earth.
The records at the Hub will never be fully destroyed. Jack had security protocols in place in case the Hub was ever breached, and data backups of all the CCTV and archival files were stored in a forgotten area of Flat Holm. All it might take is finding the correct date and the coordinates Jack used to activate his wrist strap the day the Daleks invaded. It would be so simple, really. He'd pop back to that fateful day in October, pull Ianto from the room before the gas was released and no one would be the wiser.
Sure, he would be changing the course of history, but who cares in the end? The Doctor does it all the time to serve his own ends, why can't Jack?
He thinks back to John suddenly. The night John tried to convince Jack to leave earth behind and succumb to the glitter of the galaxy. Jack chuckles, remembering how he chided John about not being able to master that whole temptation spiel.
Temptation.
Jack looks at his wrist strap one final time, snapping the cover shut. They won't be able to stay on earth, he knows -- not when the rest of the world believes him to be dead. So... what's the difference if the Jones family has a body to grieve over... or an empty casket? None in his mind. He knows once he does this he won't be able to return to Earth, not for a long time.
This sits okay with him.
He always promised Ianto he'd take him to the stars one day.
Jack downs the last of his hypervodka and meets the gaze of the Sewythina once more. He holds up a finger, the still universal sign for 'one minute'. One minute is all he'll need in her world.
Only one man has ever tempted Jack to go against everything he was ever taught and fuck with time itself.
Temptation.
For once, Jack gives into temptation.
Rules: read 'em.