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Jun. 5th, 2013 09:25 amplayer.
NAME/HANDLE: Jeni
PERSONAL JOURNAL:none
ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?: Yes
CONTACT: substituteskull (plurk)
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
character.
CHARACTER NAME: Captain Jack Harkness
SERIES: An insanely long read for a very old man.
CANON POINT: Post Torchwood: Children of Earth and Doctor Who: End of Time.
AGE: Roughly 2200. He spent almost two thousand years in a constant cycle of death and rebirth so maybe that doesn't count. He appears in his early to mid 30s.
APPEARANCE: Have a picture!
Though Jack had once been partial to wearing t-shirts, leather pants and vests, for the last few hundred years he’s picked a more WWII-esque fashion sense to sport. Jack wears a vortex manipulator wristcuff, red braces (suspenders), and an RAF (British Royal Air Force) officer’s coat. He has bright blue eyes, endless eyelashes, dimples, and dark hair generally worn in a sort of messy-chic style.
PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY: NA
PERSONALITY: Jack is an enigma, purposefully cloaking himself in mystery, and is the epitome of an unreliable narrator. He rarely lets anything important about himself slip out and given his life as a con man and a Time Agent, anything he does mention really ought to be taken with a grain of dalt and presumed a lie. Prior to meeting the Doctor, Jack was a flippant adventurer that flirted, slept, bribed and conned his way across the galaxy. Despite that, he was a good man at heart and despite robbing people blind, he never wanted to actually hurt anyone. Before becoming a fixed point in time and even before going rogue as a con man, Jack was convinced that he had done very terrible things while working as an interrogator and a Time Agent. He discovered that at least two years of his memory had been erased, however, so he lived with the fact that he's committed crimes he can no longer remember.
Jack is a natural leader, even though he comes off silly and carefree all too often. He is charismatic and smart, he is an excellent tactician, and he knows how to handle people and crowds. He is a voracious flirt and claims to have taken countless lovers during his lifetime. He is onmisexual, willing to bed all genders, races and species as human beings in the 51st century (the time he'd been born to), no longer have qualms about their sexuality.
Despite Jack’s troubled past, he is usually smiling, telling jokes, being crude and acting happy-go-lucky. A reluctant hero and sometimes villain, Jack nonetheless remains outwardly cheerful. No one gets passed Jack’s mask. Not even Jack anymore.
Jack is a man for every man (and woman, and alien and robot…etc). I mean this in every way possible. He is therefore patient, understanding, and non-discriminatory. He is unusually open with others and this makes him as many friends as it does enemies.
Because Jack can not stay dead, though he does feel pain and so doesn't tend to run towards death with open arms, his motivations are generally other-person oriented. He sees people for who they are and tries to see the good in them. He is very protective over the people he loves, and is not shy about making more friends or giving past enemies a second (or third) chance even if he sometimes is a bit trigger happy. Though he is fond of 20th and 21st century Earth, he finds their customs and cultural limitations quaint.
ABILITIES: Thanks to a human girl who had only had the best of intentions and inadvertently took on the power of the Time Vortex from the heart of the TARDIS (a time machine), Jack was revived after being killed during a mission to protect an orbital television satellite station from an invasion by a twisted alien race called the Daleks. Unfortunately, in doing so, she melded him somehow with the Vortex, causing him to become displaced from time completely and 'fixing' him exactly as he had been to just before he was killed. Because of this, Jack is forced to revert back to this point whenever something adverse occurs to him physically (be it an injury or death). Think of it like rebooting a computer from a saved restore point. After several moments to a few hours (depending on the amount of trauma he’s suffered), Jack will heal completely or come back to life. He's been shown to do this even after being blown apart to nothing but mist. It is often extremely painful for Jack to regenerate.
Jack can also pass on some of his life energy to others, healing them or reviving the unconscious. Generally, this is performed through a kiss and may even occur (on a very small scale) every time Jack kisses someone because his partner becomes slightly invigorated and he teases that kissing him is better than a strong cup of coffee.
Like most men from the 51st century, Jack possesses evolved human pheromones which can cause people to become susceptible to his suggestion. It only seems to work, however, if the person he is trying to influence happens to find him attractive already. He has used this skill most often when pulling cons.
Jack is at least partially telepathic (though it is hinted at in his canon that he will one day become the most telepathic being in the universe). He is able to push his own thoughts into the minds of others, as if he's whispering to them. It is unclear if he can read anyone else's thoughts, but if he can, he doesn't make a habit of it or purposefully does not use this skill. Jack's mind can not be read by others. He comes off as completely blank to telepaths, as if he was dead.
Jack can pilot any number of ships (space or otherwise), cars, boats, airplanes, etc. He is trained in interrogation methods, he can lie like a pro, and is charismatic enough to con people into doing most things. Jack is excellent with firearms (having been military trained) and can fix and modify all sorts of technology (including the Doctor's TARDIS). In short, he is nothing less than a Renaissance man.
POSSESSIONS: Jack will arrive in his RAF coat (perhaps his most treasured possession), a note from the Doctor that simply says: "His name is Alonso," a brown wallet containing some pounds sterling, a credit stick, some old photographs, a green silk tie (rolled up in his pocket), a stopwatch on a fob, and his vortex manipulator. The vortex manipulator is fixed to his wrist and looks like a five inch wide leather cuff. Popping open the cover reveals that it is so much more, capable of being used as a communicator, a holographic imager, a bio scanner, a new archive, and can create vortexes for personal transport through time and space. The last ability tends to malfunction thanks to the Doctor's meddling and no longer functions properly, if at all.
samples.
JOURNAL ENTRY SAMPLE: ((Recycled from a previous app because I think it's amusing.))
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE: (This is a little ficlet I wrote that actually occurs after Children of Earth (Torchwood Series 3) and Doctor Who "End of Time" episode to explain what Jack's been doing when he leaves Earth upon meeting the Tenth Doctor for the last time. It also serves to perhaps explain the last thing he'd remember upon coming to the comm. I can come up with other samples if you need.)
Jack loved his crew. It was, by far, the biggest group of people he had ever had under his command, but that was what made it exciting. Sure, they were scavengers, a bit mangy, a little bit too hyperviolent and prone to long bouts of drinking and sexual escapades, but he really couldn’t blame them. Pirates, no matter the time period or the type of vessel, Jack found, always tended to be about the same.
Slipping into his navy blue RAF coat, something he had held onto fastidiously over the last one hundred years since Ianto's death, Jack bared his teeth to the mirror to have the plaque sonic blasted off, stepped under the usually fault decontaminator spray, and headed out into the hallway. His fingers traced the hull of the ship as they have traced many, many others. He tried to remember this this, like all of the others, was a fleeting moment for him. That he couldn't get attached. That getting attached hurt too much in the end.
How long was the string of lives lost behind him now? How many times had he longed to join them all?
“Morning, Captain!” came a chorus of greetings and Jack answered each one back with a smile that never quite reached his eyes. No one ever noticed that. Jack was still, and always would be, the perfect con man. He climbed the steps towards the galley and pulled himself through the port rigging with a piece of purposefully burnt toast in his mouth on the way up to the bridge.
“Captain on the deck!”
“Thanks, Grant,” Jack replied. “Status?”
“We’ve run into another of those sentient nebulae again,” his first officer explained and Jack rolled his eyes.
“Standard procedure, then.” Jack rounded his chair and went to stand at the window as his crew fired an offering of chocolate milk and paper products towards the pink gas cloud. “Someone needs to stop turning everything sentient,” Jack complained. “Although that banana we ran—“ He never got the rest out. The ship pitched and rolled in the blackness of space and before Jack could even ask what the hell was going on, he lost consciousness.
NAME/HANDLE: Jeni
PERSONAL JOURNAL:none
ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?: Yes
CONTACT: substituteskull (plurk)
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
character.
CHARACTER NAME: Captain Jack Harkness
SERIES: An insanely long read for a very old man.
CANON POINT: Post Torchwood: Children of Earth and Doctor Who: End of Time.
AGE: Roughly 2200. He spent almost two thousand years in a constant cycle of death and rebirth so maybe that doesn't count. He appears in his early to mid 30s.
APPEARANCE: Have a picture!
Though Jack had once been partial to wearing t-shirts, leather pants and vests, for the last few hundred years he’s picked a more WWII-esque fashion sense to sport. Jack wears a vortex manipulator wristcuff, red braces (suspenders), and an RAF (British Royal Air Force) officer’s coat. He has bright blue eyes, endless eyelashes, dimples, and dark hair generally worn in a sort of messy-chic style.
PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY: NA
PERSONALITY: Jack is an enigma, purposefully cloaking himself in mystery, and is the epitome of an unreliable narrator. He rarely lets anything important about himself slip out and given his life as a con man and a Time Agent, anything he does mention really ought to be taken with a grain of dalt and presumed a lie. Prior to meeting the Doctor, Jack was a flippant adventurer that flirted, slept, bribed and conned his way across the galaxy. Despite that, he was a good man at heart and despite robbing people blind, he never wanted to actually hurt anyone. Before becoming a fixed point in time and even before going rogue as a con man, Jack was convinced that he had done very terrible things while working as an interrogator and a Time Agent. He discovered that at least two years of his memory had been erased, however, so he lived with the fact that he's committed crimes he can no longer remember.
Jack is a natural leader, even though he comes off silly and carefree all too often. He is charismatic and smart, he is an excellent tactician, and he knows how to handle people and crowds. He is a voracious flirt and claims to have taken countless lovers during his lifetime. He is onmisexual, willing to bed all genders, races and species as human beings in the 51st century (the time he'd been born to), no longer have qualms about their sexuality.
Despite Jack’s troubled past, he is usually smiling, telling jokes, being crude and acting happy-go-lucky. A reluctant hero and sometimes villain, Jack nonetheless remains outwardly cheerful. No one gets passed Jack’s mask. Not even Jack anymore.
Jack is a man for every man (and woman, and alien and robot…etc). I mean this in every way possible. He is therefore patient, understanding, and non-discriminatory. He is unusually open with others and this makes him as many friends as it does enemies.
Because Jack can not stay dead, though he does feel pain and so doesn't tend to run towards death with open arms, his motivations are generally other-person oriented. He sees people for who they are and tries to see the good in them. He is very protective over the people he loves, and is not shy about making more friends or giving past enemies a second (or third) chance even if he sometimes is a bit trigger happy. Though he is fond of 20th and 21st century Earth, he finds their customs and cultural limitations quaint.
ABILITIES: Thanks to a human girl who had only had the best of intentions and inadvertently took on the power of the Time Vortex from the heart of the TARDIS (a time machine), Jack was revived after being killed during a mission to protect an orbital television satellite station from an invasion by a twisted alien race called the Daleks. Unfortunately, in doing so, she melded him somehow with the Vortex, causing him to become displaced from time completely and 'fixing' him exactly as he had been to just before he was killed. Because of this, Jack is forced to revert back to this point whenever something adverse occurs to him physically (be it an injury or death). Think of it like rebooting a computer from a saved restore point. After several moments to a few hours (depending on the amount of trauma he’s suffered), Jack will heal completely or come back to life. He's been shown to do this even after being blown apart to nothing but mist. It is often extremely painful for Jack to regenerate.
Jack can also pass on some of his life energy to others, healing them or reviving the unconscious. Generally, this is performed through a kiss and may even occur (on a very small scale) every time Jack kisses someone because his partner becomes slightly invigorated and he teases that kissing him is better than a strong cup of coffee.
Like most men from the 51st century, Jack possesses evolved human pheromones which can cause people to become susceptible to his suggestion. It only seems to work, however, if the person he is trying to influence happens to find him attractive already. He has used this skill most often when pulling cons.
Jack is at least partially telepathic (though it is hinted at in his canon that he will one day become the most telepathic being in the universe). He is able to push his own thoughts into the minds of others, as if he's whispering to them. It is unclear if he can read anyone else's thoughts, but if he can, he doesn't make a habit of it or purposefully does not use this skill. Jack's mind can not be read by others. He comes off as completely blank to telepaths, as if he was dead.
Jack can pilot any number of ships (space or otherwise), cars, boats, airplanes, etc. He is trained in interrogation methods, he can lie like a pro, and is charismatic enough to con people into doing most things. Jack is excellent with firearms (having been military trained) and can fix and modify all sorts of technology (including the Doctor's TARDIS). In short, he is nothing less than a Renaissance man.
POSSESSIONS: Jack will arrive in his RAF coat (perhaps his most treasured possession), a note from the Doctor that simply says: "His name is Alonso," a brown wallet containing some pounds sterling, a credit stick, some old photographs, a green silk tie (rolled up in his pocket), a stopwatch on a fob, and his vortex manipulator. The vortex manipulator is fixed to his wrist and looks like a five inch wide leather cuff. Popping open the cover reveals that it is so much more, capable of being used as a communicator, a holographic imager, a bio scanner, a new archive, and can create vortexes for personal transport through time and space. The last ability tends to malfunction thanks to the Doctor's meddling and no longer functions properly, if at all.
samples.
JOURNAL ENTRY SAMPLE: ((Recycled from a previous app because I think it's amusing.))
[Jack’s woken up in a lot of odd places before with little or no memory of what he did the night just preceding it. To say that coming to in a vat of green liquid is strange would actually be rather false. Don't ask. He is therefore rather quick to find and use the communication computers. He's even smiling when he turns on the network. Shockingly blue eyes peer out from beneath a forest of dark lashes.]
Hello! Is this thing on? Hey, can anyone tell me where I am? And don't say kidnapped. I hate being kidnapped!
[The thought actually makes his smile brighter.]
Ianto? Gwen? Hellooooo?
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE: (This is a little ficlet I wrote that actually occurs after Children of Earth (Torchwood Series 3) and Doctor Who "End of Time" episode to explain what Jack's been doing when he leaves Earth upon meeting the Tenth Doctor for the last time. It also serves to perhaps explain the last thing he'd remember upon coming to the comm. I can come up with other samples if you need.)
Jack loved his crew. It was, by far, the biggest group of people he had ever had under his command, but that was what made it exciting. Sure, they were scavengers, a bit mangy, a little bit too hyperviolent and prone to long bouts of drinking and sexual escapades, but he really couldn’t blame them. Pirates, no matter the time period or the type of vessel, Jack found, always tended to be about the same.
Slipping into his navy blue RAF coat, something he had held onto fastidiously over the last one hundred years since Ianto's death, Jack bared his teeth to the mirror to have the plaque sonic blasted off, stepped under the usually fault decontaminator spray, and headed out into the hallway. His fingers traced the hull of the ship as they have traced many, many others. He tried to remember this this, like all of the others, was a fleeting moment for him. That he couldn't get attached. That getting attached hurt too much in the end.
How long was the string of lives lost behind him now? How many times had he longed to join them all?
“Morning, Captain!” came a chorus of greetings and Jack answered each one back with a smile that never quite reached his eyes. No one ever noticed that. Jack was still, and always would be, the perfect con man. He climbed the steps towards the galley and pulled himself through the port rigging with a piece of purposefully burnt toast in his mouth on the way up to the bridge.
“Captain on the deck!”
“Thanks, Grant,” Jack replied. “Status?”
“We’ve run into another of those sentient nebulae again,” his first officer explained and Jack rolled his eyes.
“Standard procedure, then.” Jack rounded his chair and went to stand at the window as his crew fired an offering of chocolate milk and paper products towards the pink gas cloud. “Someone needs to stop turning everything sentient,” Jack complained. “Although that banana we ran—“ He never got the rest out. The ship pitched and rolled in the blackness of space and before Jack could even ask what the hell was going on, he lost consciousness.
