HART, Captain John.

[Captain John Hart.]

Basics:

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Character's name:
Although his real name is unknown – Except to certain people – He goes by the alias ‘Captain John Hart’.

Age and DoB:
Now that would be telling. Looks mid-thirties, actually a lot older. From the 51st Century, Time works differently there, so he doesn’t really have a birthday.

Gender:
Male. So very, very male.

Relationship Status:
Well… There was one, and there’s always been one, one man who John still considers his partner, even if Jack himself doesn’t. John will gladly sleep with anyone and anything that comes his way, although he’s sure he’ll never truly be happy with anyone else.

Job:
Ex-Time Agent, now shagging his way across the Universe, living for the sake of living, scamming, theiving and blagging his way from one planet to the next.

Default face:
James Marsters.

Roleplayer's Name:
The name’s Scarlett. Marie Scarlett. Licence to stun gun.

Appearance:

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Height:
Just under six-foot tall.

Eye Color:
Pale blue, although looks much darker under artificial light.

Hair colour/generalness:
Dirty blond, worn cropped yet unruly.

Anything else about how they look that may be important to the RPG?
John has a scar above his right eyebrow, which is far more evident when he furrows his brows, another curving above his heart, and a long slash down his right-hand side, not completely healed, although mostly scabbed over. He also has six or so short indents in a circle on his chest, from the DNA disk which was imbedded in his skin. He has incredibly defined cheekbones, which he would probably consider his best feature and often the one characteristic that makes him look younger, and had a lip piercing at one point. John has a tiny tattoo of a phrase wrapped around his left wrist, hidden underneath his wrist strap, in an alien language known only to a couple of people in the entire Universe.

Although his age far surpasses that which would be expected through the tiny wrinkles and lines blemishing his face, he looks far older than he would like to, and dwells on his past 'beauty'. He has always been slender, although there is hidden strength in his body, unexpected for such a small frame. Rather than packing in the muscle, he is smaller than one would expect from a man with such strength at his disposal.

He always wears a bright red jacket with 23 rows of gold embroidery, which was no doubt stolen from the Napoleonic wars, a v-necked, short-sleeved, off-white shirt, and what can only be described as criminally tight dark blue jeans. His slender hips are always adorned with two thick leather belts, one with his two holsters and futuristic weapons, along with his samurai sword from feudal Japan. On his feet are tan, buckled leather boots from ancient Italy, and most of his regular outfit had been stolen from various occasions throughout time. He never loses sight of the thick, Time Agency wrist strap on his left wrist, and a thin leather cord wraps thrice around the base of his throat.

Personality:

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Likes:
- Sex – With women, men, aliens… Anything with a hole, really. He’s not picky.
- Pheromones – Makes life so much easier.
- Drink – Although he claims to no longer be addicted, that can be disproved soon enough with a quick trip to the local bar. He knocks that alcohol back like water.
- Violence – John lives by the sword, will most likely die by said sword, and the heat of blood is never far away.
- Causing trouble – Speaks for itself, really. He does like a nice explosion or two…
- Being noticed – Possibly not the best of traits for a thief, but he does enjoy people looking at him, and is really rather vain.
- Jack Harkness – He won’t let him go. Ever.

Dislikes:
- Men/Women/Aliens who won’t sleep with him – Rejection has never been anything to enjoy, but least of all for John. He’s a sore, sore loser.
- Losing! – For one who is so used to getting his own way, he generally resorts to violence when provoked.
- Staying in one place – Travel, hopping from place to place and never staying for too long, has always been his way of life. He could never settle down.
- Out-dated technology – Useless to a man of the future, though unsurprisingly easy to hack into.
- Getting old – Watching Jay stay the same while he aged was never going to be easy, although he never dreamed it would be this hard.
- Death – Possibly the only thing that scares him. Not that he’d ever show it.
- Eye Candy Ianto Jones – Sure, he’s gorgeous, and looks damn good in a suit… But he’s got Jack.

Strengths:
- He’s always been just about the best liar anyone has ever known.
- Gifted with pretty much any weapon you should care to name.
- Always has an escape plan.
- Can get around from place to place/planet to planet unnoticed, if he so chooses.
- Has an uncanny ability to pick exactly the right associates to do his work for him, and then reap all the rewards.

Weaknesses:
- Shows off just a bit too much.
- Thoughtless when it comes to matters of death and harm, other than his own.
- Never dwells on the past, turning to thoughts of the present and future to pacify him, without really thinking...
- ...Therefore never learns from his mistakes. And he's made plenty.
- Tends to rush headlong into things without considering the outcome, and this has always been a weakness for him. Violence, anger, rage and death are main results of this mistake.

Anything they're afraid of? Even subconsciously?
John would never even so much as suggest that he was susceptible to fear. As strong a man as any, he likes to believe that nothing could scare him whatsoever. However, there are some things…
- Old age – John has to stand and watch Jack remaining the same, as completely and utterly perfect as ever, while he’s aware of the lines around his eyes, the wrinkles, the fact he doesn’t look twenty-five anymore. And that really hurts.
- Death – Why should he have to suffer dying when his former gets to spend the whole of eternity drinking and shagging his way across the Universe, without a care in the world? Needless to say, he doesn’t exactly understand the finer points of immortality, but he wants in, nonetheless. If he’s dying, he’d going out in a blaze of glory.
- His father – The one thing that John is really, truly terrified of, is his own father, a man who is supposed to love and cherish him, but instead made him feel useless and unwanted. In truth, it was Cole who gave him the hatred that he can then pass out onto everyone else, and it was essentially him who provided John with his everlasting source of anger.


How would they react to the following situation?:
Your character is sat in the tavern, when the serving wench drops a whole tray of drinks over them, causing the whole room to descend into hysterical laughter.

John had never been a cruel man. Although there were some times when he’d acted more brutally than was really required, it had never been through complete and utter cruelty. He wasn’t a sadist. He wasn’t a rapist. He wasn’t a torturer. He was a wanderer, and he found himself in all sorts of situations on a day-to-day basis. For John, this was just another day in the office.

That bright, charming smile came to his lips, as ever, as he shrugged his wet jacket off, lying it over the back of his chair, attempting to stop the young girl in her frantic apologies. He stood up, and John cocked his head slightly to one side as the girl stepped backwards, almost scared. She really was fretting, no doubt worried that the stranger was going to hit her or something. Maybe that sort of thing was common here. He had to admit, he must look quite scary in her eyes: A tall, handsome foreigner, with cheekbones one could draw blood on and a set of weapons around his waist to rival any armoury, he certainly didn’t fit in, not in this time frame. Not in any time frame, really. That was the curse of the Agency – No one ever felt as though they belonged, ever again.

Taking it as an opportunity to rid himself of his soaking wet shirt as well, John heard a wolf-whistle from the other side of the bar, turning heads as he stripped, now naked to the waist. Winking in their general direction – Never one to miss an opportunity – John gathered up the tankards from the floor, flirting shamelessly with the girl. Alright, so it wasn’t exactly going to make her feel more comfortable, especially now Handsome Foreigner was suggesting the two of them get a room, although it was going to help ease some of the tension between them… Wasn’t it?

Character History:

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Place of birth:
A small planet called Valux, offspring of one of Earth’s colony worlds, close to the heart of the Yosemite centre. The entire planet is incredibly poor, most living in utter poverty, although the Government do not reside ‘on site’, as it were. The head honcho’s, the one who need to put everything right for the occupants, live on the sister planet, Orla, happy in their luxury, leaving the Valuxians to starve or turn to crime.

Parents:
- Maria Scarletti [Surname unknown]. Deceased.
- Cole Arin [Surname unknown]. Very much alive, although neither father nor son have any idea of the other’s whereabouts.

Brothers? Sisters? Cousins? Inlaws?
- Astrid-Mai [Surname unknown]. Deceased.

History:
Not much is known about John Hart, which is the way he likes things to stay. A very private man, under the right circumstances, and not even his real name is known to the vast majority of people who have heard of him. ‘John Hart’ is nothing but an alias, sarcastically the same but different as Jack Harkness.

But there are things that are entirely evident. John was a Time Agent from the 51st Century, and the Agency meant his whole life to him, before it closed down and he went rogue. To call him a ‘friend’ of Jack’s is the understatement of the century – The two were partners, in just about every way. And then some. He’s been in rehab more times than he’d care to count, for drink, drugs, sex and even murder, though none of it has changed him – At least he claims it hasn’t. The Time Agency wrist strap that is still operational allows him to time travel and teleport, using the inbuilt Vortex Manipulator. His wrist strap can perform many different functions, making it his most valuable device, which he can certainly use to his advantage.

John has met Torchwood twice, and attempted multiple murders on both occasions. The first time, he requested the team’s help to locate three radioactive cluster bombs scattered across Cardiff. He seized the containers from the team, and tried to kill them all. Clearly, a life means nothing to him, and the only person he is concerned about is himself. When death stops bothering you, then something’s gone too far – And there’s no getting it back, whether that’s morality or sanity. The team’s expenditure was meant to provide John with the location of an Arcadian diamond, although all the canisters succeeded in surrendering was an explosive disk which latched onto the DNA of his informant’s murderer – No prizes for guessing who. Owen and Jack were able to save John and Gwen’s lives by injecting him with the fused DNA of the team. Only when he was leaving did John drop the bombshell that he’d found Jack’s brother, Gray.

John found Gray as the last of the living in the abandoned city that was once Jack’s home and, consumed by wrath at his elder brother, Gray used John to get his revenge. He implanted a bomb into John’s wrist strap, fusing it to his skin, and threatened to detonate if John did not comply. The marks from ripping the device from John’s skin have left raw scars even to this day. John laid a trap for Torchwood, hoping to get rid of some of them. It didn’t work. He teleported himself and Jack back to 27AD Cardiff, where the brothers were reunited, but there was no happy families. John was forced to bury Jack alive, though managed to plant a tracking device in the grave, then was set free by Gray. Instead of running, he went back to Torchwood with the intention of saving Jack, showing that maybe, just maybe, there is an honourable side of the Real John that no one but Jack truly sees.

His cruel, heartless personality was originally formed by his father, and the horrendous treatment that he received from the age of fourteen. His father contracted an alien disease that infected the mind, although it went unnoticed for a long time. Long enough for Cole to go completely and utterly mad. It stripped away all his thoughts of the family that had been so beloved to him before, causing him to slaughter his wife and daughter in front of John, barely even into his teenage years. Even to this day, John doesn't know why his father didn't kill him too. Sometimes, more often that not, he wishes he did.

Instead of taking his life, Cole took John's freedom, locking him up, beating and raping him mercilessly, taking advantage of that childhood that he had once sworn to protect under his house and his name. John grew to hate his father, and, as he grew older and even slightly more lax, the boy made his escape. He ran half way across the planet, where no one knew him, no one had even heard of him - And there he discovered the Time Agency. He found his way into their base of operations, and lived their, in a disused warehouse, for over a year. During that time he learned about the Agency and the Academy, and what he had to do to be accepted. He'd thought it to be nothing more than fanciful stories, spilling from the mouths of over-eager children, desperate to grow up to become super heroes. John was beyond delighted that the place was real, along with each and every one of the stories.

But John was nothing. He was a thief, surviving off whatever he could steal from the futuristic shops and bars that dotted the residential area of the Agency’s station. If he couldn’t steal anything, then he didn’t eat. It was as simple as that. However, one day, John was caught. They’d apparently known he was there for much longer than John thought, although hadn’t reported him as a stowaway, because someone saw something in him. He was light-fingered, he could steal anything you like, quick as a wink, and he’d been practicing with stolen weapons for as long as he could. Unbelievably, he was accepted into the Agency’s training programme. It was almost unheard of to be accepted without at least one parent being an Agent, or at least a sponsor. Academy training was not cheap. But John was awarded a grant, and was able to continue his education into a fairly respectable man, and a brilliant Agent.

John was accepted into the Agency at the age of nineteen, thanks to his weapons abilities, quick thinking and forward planning, even though he had very little training, compared to some of the men and women who’d been training their whole life for this. He aced every single one of his exams, and still managed to retain the 'bad boy' image that had become the facade he lives by. Hides under.[/size]

Role-playing Sample:

This was what random coordinates were for. Planets that hadn’t been discovered by humans yet – They knew they were in the skies, knew their surfaces, and their occupants, but it was only the bold and the brave that dared grace their surfaces. The bright blue light, swirling and changing, lit up the twilight glow of the sky for just a moment, as John appeared in the middle of a dank, gloomy street. He fell, slumped onto the floor with a loud groan as the Vortex spat him out. A quick survey told him that all his molecules were intact – Definitely a good thing. Muttering irritatedly to himself as he hauled his aching body to his feet, leaning against the wall for support, he flipped the leather front of his wrist strap closed again, hiding the technologically advanced computer that so many wanted to get their hands on. It was probably the most worthwhile thing that he owned; he was obviously going to do anything he possibly could to keep it in one piece. Whether the Agency had disbanded or not, there was no way that anyone was going to ground Captain John Hart.

John surveyed his surroundings – A narrow alleyway to the corner of a city, he knew that much. Dark brickwork overshadowed him in his recognizable ‘uniform’ of red jacket, criminally tight jeans and tan leather boots. He didn’t exactly fit into this time frame, although he could blend in anywhere. There were times when he wanted to be seen, and others when he was perfectly happy to stay hidden in the corner of some God-forsaken planet, out of the reach of anything untoward. John had never been a coward – ‘Courageous’ might have been a bit too much, seeing as he often chanced upon those smaller and weaker than himself, although he wouldn’t complain about a bit of a beating. He’d just come back later and stab his assailant. Then again, he who retreats lives longest. And, for as long as he was planning on living, he hadn’t wanted to come back here. It was bland and boring – Or that was what he tried to tell himself. There was definitely more reasons than that.

He cussed loudly into the darkness around him, believing that no one could hear him, lashing out at the brick wall that stretched up to the sky – It was always better to teleport out of the eyesight of others. Why could these places not just be simple these days? But no, never for John. He had to turn up in that place again, didn’t he?
Bloody Cardiff.

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