application for zodion
✖ PLAYER:
Name & LJ: Corie | broken_lullaby
Birthdate & Age: 7-17-87 | 23
Characters played in Zodion: Applied for Sam Winchester
✖ CHARACTER:
Name: Ianto Jones
Canon: Torchwood
Info: wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ianto_Jones
PB/Image: GQMF
Canon Point: Post Death at the end of Torchwood Children of Earth: Day 4
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthdate/Sign: August 18, 1983
Tattoo: 2 x 2 inches, on the lower part of the arm.
Suitability:
Power: Healing
Personality:
Ianto at first glance may come off as ordinary, someone much older than his twenty-five years in his bland exterior and well pressed suits. He may seem a butler, office boy, not someone out there, wielding a gun and helping to save the world from aliens. Yet that is his job, and has been for some time.
When he first joined Torchwood Three (after manipulating his way in in the first place through stalking, and basically throwing himself both literally and figuratively at Captain Jack Harkness for the job), he was silent, still seemingly shocked after the tragic events of Canary Wharf. He simply blended in the background, appearing only when needed for cleaning or making coffee and disappearing to clean, or tend to his Cybernetic girlfriend who he refused to believe was already gone until it was far too late. While he may have hid himself from the others, nobody had ever seen him truly until that point. His true emotions are always well hidden behind this same cool exterior or witty retort. It is safe to say that nobody really knows the true Ianto Jones, he did after all lie about his family life growing up, choosing to tell Jack that he grew up son of a master tailor. Out of shame, out of the fact that he was not close to his father growing up (pushed too hard, Ianto will say in the later series, in more ways than one).
Ianto has very little life beyond Torchwood. Because of the fact that it's not exactly a nine to five job, it leaves him with very little free time and whatever other time he has is probably spent with Jack. It also puts a serious damper on his relationship with his sister, which was already strained since he left for London after their father's death. It became more so after he began working for Torchwood in efforts to keep both family and work seperate but it also means that he doesn't see them beyond holidays or an occasional birthday, or have lots of contact with them a lot of the time. As for any other friends or acquaintances, well he doesn't have any.
After the final death of Lisa, he faked it. Pretended like he was coping when he really wasn't. Ianto prefers to hide his emotions under a facade, a sharp wit, quick sarcasm and his seemingly always un-phased attitude in many dire situations, which, in Torchwood is quite often. It wasn't until after the second death of a fellow employee, and over her dead body did he finally reestablish a relationship (purely physical, no strings attached) with Jack. His relationship with Jack is a big deal, very often is it described or taken at face value as "part time shagging", however despite knowing that Jack would not commit to him, Ianto allows himself to fall for the Captain, okay with only being "a blip in time" in the immortal's life. After that point, he continues to put himself out more, even sticking up against Owen and shooting him in order to keep him from doing something very stupid such as, opening the Rift.
Ianto is also the organized one of the team. Dogsbody, all around jack of trades - cleans, makes coffee, RetCons (memory erases) witnesses, drives the team, dumbs bodies, handles paperwork, cares for the pets and keeps the Hub and it's inhabitants from getting too out of control. He's clever and crafty - he did manage to sneak in his half cyberised girlfriend with next to no suspicion from the others, after all. Don't let the unassuming butler persona fool you, because he does have his James Bond moments. Oh, did I mention he looks good in a suit? Because he does. Like a certain other secret agent...
While his first, second and even third betrayals may say otherwise, Ianto is a very loyal person. He betrayed Jack and the team's trust because of his loyalty to his girlfriend and belief that she was the one who had been wronged by Torchwood and believed that the others should have seen it that same way. The second time, because he felt that opening the Rift would be the only way to stop the end of the world and the third because he felt that Jack setting Gwen down when she needed to know was the wrong way of handling so he took initiative and gave her the GPS that would lead her to discover the island of Flat Holm. It is also safe to say that even though Jack can't die, that Ianto would die for him, in a heart beat because while he can't die he can still feel pain and get hurt. Ianto has lost enough, lived through too much for someone so young. He knows and accepts that he will not live a long or full life, but is content to go down fighting and saving the world. He could very well long for a regular life or relationship, but Torchwood, has given him meaning.
Jack has given him meaning. While not everything is perfect, while he has still lived a lot for someone so very young and seen many a things that most people can only dream, and lost many friends to Torchwood, while he can still hide constant feelings of guilt, sorrow and uselessness he excepts this with the good that this life has brought him.
Despite a relationship with Jack, he does not consider himself a gay man, because Jack is Jack and to call himself that would mean putting a label on what they have and Jack has made him no promises, save for a couple of dates, close moments, hot steamy moments, and soul barring conversations, and really - he's fine with that.
While lacking in any abilities of the supernatural sort, Ianto is quite a proficient worker, logical thinker and good at improving plans and/or weapons when a dire situation may call for it. And working for Torchwood, this is quite often. He is organized and crafty, hence his managing to hide a Cyberwoman in the basement and tracking down Jack to get a job and such.
Oh, and he makes a mean cup of coffee or tea and looks good in a suit.
✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry:
[The device is flicked on and for a brief moment there is only silence. A sound of deft fingers fumbling over the controls.] Hello? [The voice that speaks is unmistakably male and heavily accented. The barest hint of stress can be heard.] I don't know if there's even anyone on the other end hearing this, or if this even bloody works.
For all I know this could be a explosive device. It'd be just my luck, too. [There's a sigh, he sounds a bit more frustrated now.]
This is...unexpected. I'm not quite sure that I'm supposed to be here. It's not entirely unwelcome, but dying usually means staying dead, not whatever this is. So if anyone has them, I'd appreciate some answers. If not, I should possibly getting back...
"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry: (200 word min)
Ianto had known for a very long time now that he'd be lucky to make thirty. Torchwood agents were notoriously known for dying young and tragic. He'd been in the battle, survived when hundreds of people were killed. Tosh and Owen. He'd lived through being shot at, escaped conversion, being eaten... Files upon files in the Archives contained records that outlined the lives and deaths of agents before him. Every drawer, another sad story.
He didn't regret coming to work for Torchwood, back when he'd been young and impressionable, seeking some excitement and thrills. Over the years he'd learned a lot about himself, made many mistakes but had managed to find a purpose and managed to make something out himself. And now lying on the cold hard floor of Thames, Jack's arms holding onto him as if his sheer will alone could keep Ianto here a little bit longer, it seemed as if thirty had been too generous of an estimate by far. This time, Jack would be coming back to life alone.
And then he let the darkness, growing in the corners of his mind win and everything else slipped away and that was all.
Except, it wasn't.
With a sharp gasp, Ianto awoke, eyes flying open but as of yet, unseeing of anything around him. He was lying on something cold and hard. He was outside. That he hadn't been previously didn't even occur to him. Once his breathing had calmed into something more controlled (was that how it felt for Jack every time? And just what had happened exactly?) he pushed himself slowly into a sitting position. Instead of the mind encompassing darkness that he'd expected at the moment of his death, knowing of it only through Jack, Owen and Suzie, there was some ancient looking stonework lit only by pale moonlight.
"'lo?" he asked hoarsely, clearing his throat and finally climbing unsteadily to his feet, swaying only slightly. There was no response. Unsurprisingly. Instinctively, Ianto reached for a weapon that wasn't there. Damn. His gun - he'd dropped it back... there.
Another glow in the center of the stone work caught his attention, a small box sitting on top of the pillar in the middle. Ianto hesitated slightly. The box, however innocently it sat in front of him didn't exactly scream danger but working with dangerous alien artifacts for the last years made him cautious. A suspicion that carried onto wherever here was, even. Just because it didn't look dangerous meant nothing to him. But it was also possible it could be of some use, some answer to any of his many questions. What could it do, kill him? He was already bloody dead. He'd never know simply standing here, looking around.
As he stepped forward, everything around him came to life. He tensed, staring upward at the jets of water around him. A sudden sharp pain caused him to yelp out in pain and he whirled around, looking for someone - anyone. Movement near the bottom of the base of the fountain caught his eye and he stared. And stared. His baffled reflection stared back at him, and he did a quick check of his person to check that yes, indeed he was still clothed. "Neat trick. Not my humor." he muttered, taking a few quick steps back. He ran a hand through his hair, feel awkward and well... naked. On his reflection, a simple white mark on his arm became visible to him.
"Never bought into that astrology thing. And I haven't really wanted a tattoo since my dad told me I couldn't have one, so..." Ianto scanned the horizon, but of course saw no one and everything remained silent.