Post by Captain John Hart on Sept 11, 2009 1:04:10 GMT -8
your name | scarlett or whatever else, lovies :]
your age | fifteen billion... and a half.
contact information | private message, yim ( it is 'ohyeszombiegirl' ), email or through the cbox.
characters | so far, he's my first. ( snk. don't we all wish? )
full name | John Hart is the alias he now goes by. His real name is unknown.[/color]
nicknames & titles | His job title is Captain and he has any number of nicknames; some not as pleasant or polite as others.
age | thirty eight / November 9th, 5079
sexuality | all of the above. omnisexual
occupation |His official job title at Torchwood is Medication Through the Art of Sexual EndeavorHe is listed as an Ex-Time Agent and has no real official ties with Torchwood. He has had a variety of 'jobs' which include anything from assassin to a spy. He had taught himself how to use any sort of firearm, blade or explosive device and just seems to have a knack for weaponry. He was a Time Agent for several years, partnering with Captain Jack Harkness but went rouge.
family information |Mother: full name and age unknown
Father: full name and age unknown
John has not desired to see either of his parents since they were killed by an alien invasion in his 51st century home. He was only fifteen at the time, and lived the rest of his life ( since he was an only child ) on the Devisuan Peninsula by himself. He has always missed his parents, or but has not and will never admit that he has.
residence | John was born and raised on the Devisuan Peninsula, Earth in the 51st century, but now has a small bedroom in the lowest level of the hub. Its small and plain - - he never really was going to be the next big interior decorator - - but he hardly spends time in it anyway. He will sleep there but does not feel compelled to waste time in such a place. It was thought that having him in the Torchwood Hub would make it easier for them to keep a watch on him.
physical description | John would like to think he looks good for his age. Like his personality, he has a very memorable look about him. He stands around five feet, nine inches and weighs some where close to a trim two hundred pounds. As the job calls for it and he would have it no other way, he is very muscular despite his obviously naturally slender body structure. With straight, broad shoulders and his constantly cocky strut, he does appear to be incredibly confident even at first glance. If you are lucky enough to see him minus the clothing, you will notice different scars all over his body. They range from all shapes, sizes, depths, and locations from all the fights he ends up getting himself into.
His hair is, like his mother's once was, a sandy brown color. It can sometimes even seem to be a dark blond or a darker brown from time to time. He has always kept it short since he had a choice about it; not enjoying how almost curly it is when it becomes longer. He will slick it back usually, making it look effortlessly neat but not too pampered. Taking after his father's side of the family however; his hair tends to grow very, very fast. He has gotten used to just cutting it himself. The hair cut is pretty simple and did not take long to master.
John's facial structure is quite unique. His cheekbones are very bold in their appearance; giving his square jaw line a sharp look. The angularity of his face shape is almost too harsh for the softness of his eyes, but just enough so you would never mistake him for anyone else. His chin, like the rest of his jaw, is strong and slightly larger than you would think for a face his size. His forehead is probably one of the more proportional parts of his face; evening out the length of his jaw and the sharpness of his cheeks.
As mentioned before, John's eyes are very soft looking. Compared to the severity of his other attributes, they are quite gentle with the way they appear. The silver, light blue shades are not to bright. If anything, his eyes are almost girlish looking. Despite having especially light eyelashes, lacking in length; the mere shape and colors of his eyes seem more pretty than masculine. That is why if John is showing his is sorry, sad or remorseful - - if you ever get the strange chance to see it - - he really does look crestfallen. Sometimes he will use this to his advantage when he is lying to someone, so you can never be too sure if his expressions truly display his emotions.
Underneath his thick eye brows and entrancing blue eyes is a very straight nose. Taking after his mother again in this department; his nose is quite pointed and angular if viewed from the front. It points down ward the slightest. When you see his nose from the side, however, you will notice a somewhat rounded tip and that it is not very triangular at all. His nose is much rather a simple shape than an angular one.
John's lips are often overlooked on his face. Well, unless you are being mulled by them in some sort of sex attack. His mouth his pretty small and positioned in the very center between his chin and his nose. The top lip is much thinner than the full lower one; and he often appears to be firmly in a thoughtful mood because of the way the corners of his mouth are turned.
Covering his naturally light skin is his own little captain's outfit. His jacket coming straight from the era of the Napoleonic Wars; stolen from the body of a dead solider because it ( as he said ) 'looked nice'. The sword from feudal Japan he always bring along has a snake skin covering that he murdered several soldiers for and with. He technically did not have to kill them to get it since they surrendered when he pulled a gun on one of them, but he still did. He wears thick boots made in Italy in the 1640s and old west gun holsters complete his look. Oh and the guns. He always has the guns. It won't be often that you will see him out of that makeshift uniform ( well unless... yea... ) since he just loves it. The shirt is stained and his modern day black wash denim jeans are just something he loves. Loves. There have been times when he will adopt the more modern urban clothing, but hardly ever.
played by | James Marsters
personality |
- C O C K Y
One of the first things you notice about John is his overwhelming amount of self confidence. He thinks he is just amazing and will let you know so. He can seem pretty fearless because of this, waltzing with his chin thrust in the air towards a challenge. His cocky nature is a great way for him to get the attention he finds so very amusing. He has no time to mess around with doubting himself or his abilities so instead he will just have blind faith in the things he can do or the things he can handle. He may go into a situation strutting his stuff but there is a good chance he will be secretly crawling back out like a dog with its tail between its legs. John's over confidence has never ceased to make him memorable to others, that is for sure. He has no trouble ever making a huge impression on a person; for better or for worse. You will have a hard time forgetting the name John Hart, especially since he has rubbed it in your face with such zeal. He enjoys the attention that being so pronounced gets him, but he does not have to really try to stand out. Really, if you see a guy in some weird uniform strolling down the street twirling a sword; wouldn't you remember him for a long, long time?
[/li][li] F L I R T A T I O U S [/color]
There is no one more sex driven and proud of it than John. He will flirt with anyone and everyone, not matter if they respond well or not. He does not care if you are attracted to him or not, because he is convinced that everyone is just in denial at how much they want in his pants. He has been known to either do wonderfully well in the charm department - - usually if they know nothing about him helps - - or will horribly fail and just end up offending someone. Not like he gives a damn anyway, if you are offended or not, however. He is not winking at you or making some overly suggestive comment about you to everyone loud enough so you can hear to make you happy. He enjoys witnessing both the good and bad reactions to his constant flirting. This really does fuel the fire that is his amusement and entertainment getting such attention provides. You slap him across the face? He will grab your bum right then and there in response. You tell him to shove it where the sun don't shine? He will respond simply with a smirk and a chuckle: 'I already have.'
[/li][li] S E L F C E N T E R E D [/color]
John knows he is amazingly good looking and possesses an utterly irresistible amount of charm, but still feel free to remind him of it. He can appreciate a complement, yes, but he really does not need other people to reassure him about his worth. He knows he is badass and rocks your world. Or at least he thinks he is. John has convinced himself that by blocking out what everyone else thinks about him and focusing on himself, he had become stronger; like a giant fortress with the gates closed firmly shut. It takes quiet a lot of work to penetrate his ego and offend him since he has so successfully managed to be completely full of himself. His big-headed nature can often effect his relationships with people obviously. It is very hard for him to ever become close to anyone or befriend people since he is so concerned with himself. He would have to either be forced completely into submission by someone he considers he can respect, or have someone who will follow every beck and call. He chooses to either rule or be ruled; though you can always be sure he will keep his same attitude. There is a very, very slim chance he will ever consider you the equivalency of family or will trust you with his thoughts or feelings. Unfortunately, his obsession with himself has fed his tendency to have trouble ever trusting or caring about another person.
[/li][li] A G G R E S S I V E [/color]
John is not the sort of man to back down without a fight. Though he is in no sense or form brave or courageous; he has a great deal of stubborn energy that will go against you just because he feels like spiting you. When you challenge him, he will zoom past confident to a whole new level that is much more dangerous than his usual obnoxiously charming self. He will become aggressive and forceful; not stopping until he gets what he wants. He can desire anything from money to sex to just the idea of winning some silent game he has created in his head. He will not back down until the very end when his oh-so-human cowardice kicks in. He usually does not think things through before he does things, so his spontaneity really does cause his aggressiveness to flare like a flame from hell since he has hardly any self control. Since he does not seem to have the 'setting' for remorse, he won't think twice about killing you for what he wants. He will go through anyone and anything to make himself happy. Though no matter how vigorous he is, his lifetime search for happiness has never and probably will never be completed.
[/li][li] P L A Y F U L[/color]
Besides the drug using, alcoholic, ravenously murderous, sex crazed John; there is also the playful part of him. He will often think of things like one giant game; every person being another player he has to beat and every obstacle in life being the space that gets you thrown in Jail for two turns. Well more with twenty years, but you get the point. His childhood being so suddenly and blatantly ended; you can sometimes get a small peek of the goodness in him, the heart which lies veryvery, very, VERYfar back in what others get to see of him. His mischievous inclination does really make him a charismatic person. His tendency to turn lighthearted is not as great as it once was when he was still a young boy, but it can be pretty fascinating how one moment he will be pointing a gun at your face and another he is smirking and telling you all sorts of dirty jokes; his own version of childishness, obviously.
[/li][li] C U N N I N G[/color]
Though he does not possess all the knowledge about everything in existence, John knows how to get what needs to be done done. He has wit that helps him think and react quickly; his actions are often spur of the moment ingeniousness. Whether he is defusing a bomb though he had no idea in the world how to or coming up with a clever joke; John is with his swift thinking and brightness not often recognized by others. You just have to give him a chance to prove his mental capacity and he will most likely surprise you. So he does not know all the constellations you can see form the planet Aloyarc or how many bones are in the human body. You challenge him in a real life situation and you will see just how cunning he can really be when given the chance to shine. If there is one thing that John is talented at, it is saving his own skin. He will do anything to survive; even if that means making up an elaborate scheme in ten seconds before you go crashing into a house with an empty gun and no other weapons. Ask him about that story; you'd be surprised.
[/li][li] L I A R[/color]
John is many, many things but he is NOT a liar. Nope. He never, ever lies. Ever.... Okay that was a lie. He does have a slight tendency to bend the truth a little. A lot. In fact there is hardly a grain of truth in anything he says. Though he is bluntly honest in his opinions on things, he does not feel that he should have to tell the absolute truth all the time. He is a skilled liar and knows how to act any emotion he feels he should be feeling convincingly. A keen eye or someone who knows him well may be able to spot his deception, but most of the time people just assume he is lying. There is almost no one in the entire universe that trusts John because of this, though that does not bother him. Whether he is making up an adventurous tale to impress people and receive attention or if he is fibbing to save the skin on his back; John will stubbornly refuse to ever admit he had been lying when caught. He hates to admit he is wrong so getting him to confess he had done something wrong is nearly impossible.
[/li][li] R E M O R S E L E S S[/color]
John has very bluntly instructed himself to never give into the weakness of remorse. After all, it just is not his style to say he is sorry or ask for forgiveness. He feels no need to have regrets and if anything could not think less of people who do regret the things they do. How can you spend your whole life worrying if you would soon be looking back as what you had done and feeling lament? How helpless would you become if you kept on worrying about the after affects of your actions? No. Not his style as all. Instead he stands by what he has done and stands tall and proud. Even if he had done horrible things, the point it that they are done. You can not take back your mistakes, so why worry about avoiding them? Besides, he is much too stubborn to ever willingly admit he had done something wrong. Instead he would rather just go on with life, never caring or considering the consequences of his actions.
[/li][li] A D D I C T I V E[/color]
Sex, murder, drugs, drinking, and did he mention sex? John is just a naturally addictive person. He tends to latch onto habits or objects rather than finding other people to make him happy. He tells himself that he depends only on himself, but really he is trying almost every destructive habit to be constructive. Not that any of those things - - in his head - - are truly destructive of course, but probably should be put in moderation. He needs to learn how to have inner strength rather than escaping his problems and such through things like those. Sure he will probably still do them freely, he does not see why not anyway. He does not see anything wrong with his habits and does not understand why others do. He has tried the rehabs and failed terribly, but he really did not try. The problem was, besides the fact he did not actually stop doing those things in rehab, that he did not care about quitting. Why should he? He is perfectly content with the way he lives his life. Obsessive amounts of sex, drugs, drinking and murder included.
[/li][li] R E B E L L I O U S [/color]
Ever since John was a young boy he has found himself being just simply invigorated by doing the things he was not supposed to. It was the thrill of the moment, the excitement of being bad. Whether he was disobeying his parents or slipping currency out of a neighbor's pocket, he felt so alive. As time went on and his year passed, he began to not only do it for fun, but for revenge on the world. He had lost his parents; the only ones who believed he would ever amount to anything other than a burden on society, and was now all by himself. He wanted to take out his loneliness which quickly turned to odium on those around him. So he began his quest for revenge because he believed it would bring him happiness and fill the hole where his family had once been. He turned his lonesomeness into a huge rebellious streak. He broke any and every rule he could simply because for a few moments, it just felt good.
[/li][li] D I S T R U S T I N G [/color]
John has a very strong instinct against trusting people. He has also expected nothing better of everyone else - - even when he was a child - - and will not give you the chance to fail. To date; he has never given anyone his complete trust. He always must have a way to escape or a loop hole to squeeze through if things do not go his way. It is not that he is paranoid but more that he does not have any expectations of people. He believes only in himself and always in himself; he never even considers the idea of putting his happiness or welfare in another person's hands. He likes the idea of being in control of, at the very least, himself. He has no desire to be the leader over other people but rather a lone wolf sort of position. This will probably result in him spending the majority of his life alone.
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greatest fear | Besides his fear of being harmed in some way, John secretly fears losing anyone close to him. After his parents were killed when he was a child, he convinced himself that believing in only himself will keep him safe.
greatest desire | John is not entirely sure what his greatest desire is. He seems to think that his whole life is a quest for finding happiness that will last more than a night or a drunken state. What he does not seem to realize or be able to comprehend is that he is really searching for someone rather than something that will make him feel worth while. The possibility of his slightly uncharacteristic yearning ever being filled is very, very low.
personal treasure | He holds above nothing else, his own personal happiness over the rest. He considers himself to be the most important thing in his life.
biggest secret | John isn't necessarily lonely but does need some sort of affection or attention to remain happy.
best memory | He does not have a single memory that is his best, but rather a time period that was his favorite. The whole time he was a Time Agent
worst memory | John's worst memory was the day his parents were killed. Really, they were the only people who ever thought he would become anything other than a criminal and a burden on society.
history |
The Devisuan Peninsula, where England once would have been located, was a dry and desert-like place. The sands would blow harshly in the dry wind at night and the sun would beat down on your skin like a whip during the day. The skies usually being virtually a grayish blue were now filled with dark puffy clouds signaling the event that meant the winter was coming. The winds were calm that morning as the humans went outside to enjoy the seemingly fantastical idea of cool weather. They would each let out a sigh of contentment; the knowledge that their bodies would not continue to be thrashed with the sun's heat for a while making they're minds settle. With the constant threat of alien attack looming over everyone's heads like a giant boulder tilting slowly over a cliff, any and all comforts were welcomed. They had to apperciate the good things that life had to offer them because at any moment, their days could cease to continue.
A birth was a big event in the his family. With such a low supply of food and water and with sickness spreading to the weak such as a pregnant woman; most mother's and their unborn children would not make it through the nine months. To have such a healthy and adorable baby was a joyous event. Giving him the family name and a smiles from the mother and father that could only mean pure love; the human who would once be known as Captain John Hart was born to the sound of glorious rain pattering into the parched earth.- - -
Fingers of an angry adult would be intertwined tightly in the masses of dark blond curls of the young boy; his face wearing a triumphant sneer rather than showing the pain he was feeling from being dragged towards his home like a burlap sack. The enraged elder would pound on the door of the gray-eyed child's home with his free hand; demanding to see those in charge of the delinquent. They would look down onto the face of the youth, only to see the sneer slowly and darkly turn into a face that could only be bluntly described as a silent 'fuck you'. With a shake of their head they would turn their attention to the open door. Behind it would have stood a lean man in his late thirties. He would appear to not be surprised at all to see his only son being brought back home this way, but would instead just let out a tired sigh. You could see the father's eyes a great amount of exhaustion from working so hard to keep his house and provide for his wife and child. The sweat would drip over the thick chestnut colored eye brows and past even darker irises as he asked the visitor what his boy had done this time. A snake in his daughters bed? Well that was hardly punishable with death; he would reply with a half hearted laugh.
The father placed his hand on his son's shoulder, an unspoken gesture to tell the disgruntled neighbor he would deal with the problem. He led the fourteen year old back to a place to sit; another sigh blowing heavily past a broad mustache hanging over the small lips they both shared. He would ask of him why he had to do these things; why could he not understand that right now was not a time for such games. It was time for the John-To-Be to start acting like a man. His mother would watch from a doorway leading out to the back of the home where a dying vegetable garden was located. Her stomach was round with obvious signs of a couple months of pregnancy and her face was thin with hunger. Yet she still smiled sadly at the two most important men in her life; those she loved so dearly even if she hardly saw her husband and even if her son was difficult. She would have them no other way.- - -
Screams cut through the rain like a hundred knives; the terror and panic erupting because of it like the blood being spilled. You could barely see through the pitch blackness of night; only the flashes of bullets slicing through the air and into the helpless flesh of the Devisuan Peninsula's population would light your way as you run for your life. A family would squat down low as possible in the dying leaves of an attempted garden. A man would be huddled over his wife and son; as if trying to shield them from the chaos emitting around them. Blood would splatter through the man's thick mane of hair; dripping down the strands to land warmly on the teenager's nose. The boy's breath was quickened with dread as he clutched his mother tightly in his arms while still being careful to avoid his unborn sibling which was about to enter the world.
His mother would be biting her lip so hard that it broke the skin as she tried not to scream with the pain of the birthing processes already starting. They did not want the attackers to locate them, but with a stifling breath, the mother let out a shrill cry. In moments her cries ceased, and so did her pain. Her husband's hand went limp as her's did the same. The boy would stare right into his mother's dead face; her eyes still wide with shock at the feeling of the bullets pelleting her back and through her torso and legs. The young man stayed quiet still, even when having just lost his parents and having to stay lying underneath their corpses to stay undetected.
Several hours later the gunshots stopped. The blood soaked boy, reeking of death and streams of tears pouring down his cheeks, gently pushed the bodies of his parents and unborn brother or sister off of himself. He stood with shaking knees to witness the bloodbath that was now consumed in the gradual increase of sunlight. The rain was already starting to disappear into the arid air around him. Whimpers and cries for help were faint around him as he tried to calm himself. He needed to be a man. So with a shuddering he pulled a beat up gun from his father's pocket and walked over to the nearest dying human. "Mercy killing." his voice would croak before he made sure every single person he had once known was put out of their misery. He could not help them and he needed to start helping himself.- - -
Glasses clinked indistinctly in the room around him. It was quiet tonight as it usually was. The man who would soon jokingly call himself John, was leaning back lazily in the seat with a nearly empty bottle of liquor in front of him and a shot glass. His eyes were closed as he ignored the different sorts of chatter going on around him discussing the overthrow of Ashikaga Takauji and the end of the Kemmu restoration in hushed voices. His hand lay on top of his newest prize from his travels: a blood and dirt stained samurai sword which he was now carefully cleaning with the bottom of his shirt. His lips were pulled back slightly in a small smile as he chuckled to himself. He thought of the events today and how he had gained the success of earning such a prize. After drinking the last of the contains of the bottle, he mouthed the words: 'fuck you' and stood up. Within the next thirty seconds every person in that building was shot and killed; John simply smirked, twirling his new sword in his hand triumphantly. The Time Agency certainly had its advantages.
He was in his late twenties by now and had been hired as a human Time Agent. He had gone through such hard times in his youth that this was just heaven. He had never felt so alive and so full of excitement for the days ahead. Everyday he would go somewhere new and the Agency could not stop him. He may work for them but he was not bound by them. How did they expect him to be given such a wondrous time traveling device - - it might as well have been a really cool toy, in his mind - - and not have a little fun with it? His smirk could only widen as his eyes flickered over towards the doorway, the look on his partner's face as he looked around at the massacre being absolutely priceless. Oh, and what a partner he was, for he would soon to be known as Captain Jack Harkness.- - -
Disbanded. He had been Disbanded. He had failed his drugs intervention. And his drinking intervention. And his murder intervention. Hell, he had even been kicked out of the sex rehab! He knew it would have to happen sometime or another as he tended to... bend the rules a tad bit. This did not mean, of course, that he would be stopping his travels. Oh no. This was only the beginning of the life of John Hart. And that's Captain John Hart, to you mister.
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