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Player's Name: Beth



Characters Played Here: Felicity Smoak, Natasha Romanoff, Danny Williams



Character:

Ianto Jones

Series/Canon:

Torchwood

From When?

COE Episode 4, Entering Thames house


History:

Here


Why do you think your character would work in this setting?

Ianto fluxed in post-death. I would like to keep his current canon point. Ianto is not the kind of person to look a gift horse in the mouth so even though he will be shell-shocked to have died and suddenly be in a strange place, he will be grateful for the second change. He honestly never thought he would live past 25 years so he looks at any day moving forward as a gift.


How do you plan to expand their CR?

As stated above, Ianto is going to view every day as a gift, one that he was not expecting to get. There will be a lightness in Ianto upon arriving in New Dodge. A snarkiness that he will let shine more fully now that he doesn't have the stresses back in Cardiff to worry about. Ianto isn't a social butterfly, but he will be more willing to open up to people. He will make friends at work and even go to the saloon for a pint and some arcade games.


What will your character do for work?

A clothing shop maybe

Inventory:

Ianto has his stopwatch in the pocket of his suit pants.

Samples:

Third-Person Sample:

Air…. He needed to breathe. Just one clean breath and everything would be fine. “Don’t forget me….” Were the last words that Ianto spoke, the last words he thought that he would ever speak again. He was eternally grateful that they were to Jack. If he had to die, he was glad that he was with Jack, in Jack’s arms. He was glad that he was able to tell Jack how he felt, not that he thought Jack would return his feelings, he hadn’t lived long enough for that. He had no delusions that Jack Harkness belonged to him, that was the farthest thing from the truth. Jack was his own man and that was what Ianto admired most about him. One of the things that he was most grateful for was that Jack managed to carve a small piece of his life out for Ianto and the former Archivist had cherished it.

Ianto Jones has gotten used to expecting the unexpected, what with working for Torchwood and all. He well and truly had not expected to live as long as he had. After Lisa was converted he had a purpose, get a job in Cardiff, move Lisa to Cardiff, take care of Lisa, heal Lisa. It hadn't quite worked out the way he hoped, but when do things in his life work out? He lost his focus when Lisa was destroyed but somehow found it again in Jack. It was true what he told Rhi, the only man he was interested in was Jack. He had bolloxed that up too hadn't he?

Leave it to Jack to blame himself and not take Ianto's free will in going into Thames House into account. He just wished that he had more time

Ianto took a deep breath in, sitting up straight. He looked around blearily, everything out of focus, his memory a bit fuzzy for a moment, before he remembered. He died or at least he thought he had. He realized suddenly that he was not dead at all, but he could finally breathe. “Jack,” He called out softly, his voice rough from disuse. “Fuck,” He muttered. There wasn’t much that could rattle Ianto, but waking up in a strange place, that would do it.
He loved order; he craved it. As he made his way in this new world, he would once again have to create order among chaos. He had done it before; he would do so again.

A short while later, a Welsh man is seen wandering around, looking a bit worse for wear. His shirt and waistcoat are torn and dirty. "I could use a cup of coffee," He muttered to no one in particular.
Ianto smiled to himself after having his second cup of coffee and smoothing out an invisible wrinkle in his waistcoat. Yes. Ianto Jones was a man who needed routines.


First-Person Sample:

[Ianto’s hand reflexively moves to his throat, to straighten a tie that wasn’t there] Yes, well…. Reports of my death have been exaggerated. I should be more disturbed at how unperturbed I am about that. Oh well, what can you do right? Such is the life in Torchwood. [Please note the sarcasm and hint of a smile albeit barely there]

Maybe I should have just stayed a Teaboy, but I would not trade the last two years for anything in the world. [his voice grows softer, and his eyes get suspiciously bright.] Yes, well maybe the whole dying bit I could’ve done without, but maybe I can write a jingle or something. I’ve forgotten the whole introduction bit, haven’t I? My name is Ianto Jones, a former tea boy, former archivist, and all-around badass. I kid about that last one. [He’s not kidding]

I suppose there isn’t a need for an Archivist here, but I wasn’t kidding about the Teaboy. With all honesty and humility, I make the best cup of coffee on this side of the galaxy. The strongest men have fallen to their knees for my coffee.< small>[His eyebrow raises in challenge. He dares you to challenge his coffee-making skills.] So I purpose a barter of sorts. I will make coffee in exchange for a change of clothes- Oh suits only please and thank you- and some decent chips with extra vinegar. I am a man of humble needs. I hope we can come to an arrangement.

Thank you and have a pleasant day.