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PLAYER
✧ NAME: Corie
✧ LJ USERNAME: broken_lullaby
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): AIM | suited badass, PLURK | stopwatched
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: N/A
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Ianto Jones
✧ SERIES: Torchwood
✧ HISTORY: wiki link
✧ TIMELINE: Children of Earth: Day Four; post death
✧ 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, 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 because he can blend into the background when he wants to. 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 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.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS:
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.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Night
✧ MASK DESIGN: this.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: Torchwood Three archives
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: here (waaay more than 15 and still going...) and here (an entry from an another game. Different journal, still me)
[The feed flickers on to show the simple yellow walls, but someone quickly angles it to show a man in a slightly disheveled suit, cut high on the left side of his face, pale and unsure looking. He clears his throat slightly, and then speaks in a clear, accented voice.]
I'm guessing that this is some sort of communication device and that I am... not taking to myself. If there's anyone listening... my name is Ianto Jones.
[Pauses slightly, looking around.]
You know, I'm fairly certain I'm not supposed to be here - I don't -- ah, I would appreciate it, if someone could tell me what exactly is going on here. Where I am, how I came to be here would be nice to know as well.
Thank you.
✧ THIRD PERSON:
Everything was slipping away. Ianto was suddenly greatful for the strong pair of hands, the only thing keeping him from falling face-first onto the floor in front of the tank. Jack's voice was yelling, pleading, with the aliens to spare him. If Ianto had the strength, he would've smiled. He would've told Jack he was fine, but it would be a lie. His legs gave away, and suddenly Jack was there, lowering them both steadily to the floor. Jack was dying too, except he'd come back.
He'd come back from this and Ianto wouldn't. Jack would carry on the fight. Above him, Jack's face blurred, as tears stung his eyes.
" It's all my fault."
"No, it's not."
"Don't speak, save your breath." Jack admonished.
Despite the rapidly numb feeling taking hold, despite the air being snatched from his lungs, it felt important for Jack to know - if he didn't already, "I love you." What had begun as simple shagging, what had begun as something to pass the time had become something else entirely. It was why Ianto had stayed at Torchwood even after all that had happened. It was why he had followed Jack here today, why he had always followed him.
"Don't."
Too late for that.
It didn't hurt, but he was tired. So very tired, and it was so tempting to give in and let go right now. Above him, he could hear Jack begging. "It was good, yeah?" he asked, voice small. They were both trying to be strong here, but it wasn't the time. "Yeah." Ianto would've smiled, if he could.
"Don't forget me." Jack would live forever. Ianto would just be one small second to the immortal but he could only hope he'd made some impact on his life. That he could think of him fondly, someday. Jack smiled. "Never could."
Liar.
"A thousand years time... you wont remember me." Just a blip in time, that's all.
"Yes, I will. I promise I will."
He'd tell him, not to blame himself, this wasn't his fault but suddenly he couldn't draw breath and the darkness in the corner of his mind was taking over everything. Ianto let it take over, and there was nothing.
--
Except, that it wasn't. There was a bed, cool sheets and a pit in his stomach as Ianto came too, coughing slightly. He couldn't feel the poison in his veins anymore, but he didn't feel dead. He sat up suddenly, looking around the room. A simple room with and elaborate window that cast bright shapes on the floor and walls from the light outside.
"Hello?" he called out, glancing towards the table beside him, hoping for a gun but seeing nothing but a phone, and a note. Nobody, predictably, replied.
This was not what he had been expecting. He felt alive, if not really confused.
"Okaaaay."
✧ ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUESTION:
✧ NAME: Corie
✧ LJ USERNAME: broken_lullaby
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): AIM | suited badass, PLURK | stopwatched
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: N/A
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Ianto Jones
✧ SERIES: Torchwood
✧ HISTORY: wiki link
✧ TIMELINE: Children of Earth: Day Four; post death
✧ 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, 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 because he can blend into the background when he wants to. 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 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.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS:
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.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Night
✧ MASK DESIGN: this.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: Torchwood Three archives
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: here (waaay more than 15 and still going...) and here (an entry from an another game. Different journal, still me)
[The feed flickers on to show the simple yellow walls, but someone quickly angles it to show a man in a slightly disheveled suit, cut high on the left side of his face, pale and unsure looking. He clears his throat slightly, and then speaks in a clear, accented voice.]
I'm guessing that this is some sort of communication device and that I am... not taking to myself. If there's anyone listening... my name is Ianto Jones.
[Pauses slightly, looking around.]
You know, I'm fairly certain I'm not supposed to be here - I don't -- ah, I would appreciate it, if someone could tell me what exactly is going on here. Where I am, how I came to be here would be nice to know as well.
Thank you.
✧ THIRD PERSON:
Everything was slipping away. Ianto was suddenly greatful for the strong pair of hands, the only thing keeping him from falling face-first onto the floor in front of the tank. Jack's voice was yelling, pleading, with the aliens to spare him. If Ianto had the strength, he would've smiled. He would've told Jack he was fine, but it would be a lie. His legs gave away, and suddenly Jack was there, lowering them both steadily to the floor. Jack was dying too, except he'd come back.
He'd come back from this and Ianto wouldn't. Jack would carry on the fight. Above him, Jack's face blurred, as tears stung his eyes.
" It's all my fault."
"No, it's not."
"Don't speak, save your breath." Jack admonished.
Despite the rapidly numb feeling taking hold, despite the air being snatched from his lungs, it felt important for Jack to know - if he didn't already, "I love you." What had begun as simple shagging, what had begun as something to pass the time had become something else entirely. It was why Ianto had stayed at Torchwood even after all that had happened. It was why he had followed Jack here today, why he had always followed him.
"Don't."
Too late for that.
It didn't hurt, but he was tired. So very tired, and it was so tempting to give in and let go right now. Above him, he could hear Jack begging. "It was good, yeah?" he asked, voice small. They were both trying to be strong here, but it wasn't the time. "Yeah." Ianto would've smiled, if he could.
"Don't forget me." Jack would live forever. Ianto would just be one small second to the immortal but he could only hope he'd made some impact on his life. That he could think of him fondly, someday. Jack smiled. "Never could."
Liar.
"A thousand years time... you wont remember me." Just a blip in time, that's all.
"Yes, I will. I promise I will."
He'd tell him, not to blame himself, this wasn't his fault but suddenly he couldn't draw breath and the darkness in the corner of his mind was taking over everything. Ianto let it take over, and there was nothing.
--
Except, that it wasn't. There was a bed, cool sheets and a pit in his stomach as Ianto came too, coughing slightly. He couldn't feel the poison in his veins anymore, but he didn't feel dead. He sat up suddenly, looking around the room. A simple room with and elaborate window that cast bright shapes on the floor and walls from the light outside.
"Hello?" he called out, glancing towards the table beside him, hoping for a gun but seeing nothing but a phone, and a note. Nobody, predictably, replied.
This was not what he had been expecting. He felt alive, if not really confused.
"Okaaaay."
✧ ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUESTION: