IANTO JONES
far away, this ship is taking me far awayFAR AWAY FROM THE MEMORIES OF THE PEOPLE THAT CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE Full Name: Ianto Jones
Alias(es): Tea Boy
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Species: Human
Home planet: Earth
Allegiance: Torchwood
Occupation: Admin/Field Agent/Coffee maker
starlight, i will be chasing the starlight
UNTIL THE END OF MY LIFE, I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S WORTH IT ANYMORE
Face Claim: Gareth David-Lloyd
Eye color: Grey/Blue
Hair color/style: Short, neat, and brown
Distinguishing features: Highly expressive eyebrows, deep creases on his forehead when frowning or concentrating, and a faded scar on his right cheek in the shape of an almost upside down Y.
General appearance: Ianto Jones has a very square face, with a strong jaw line. His face is kind and soft however, and his eyes look out on the world with what is almost sorrow from underneath thick, expressive eyebrows. While smiles and other happy expressions smooth out the skin on his face, his forehead and cheeks are easily creased when frowning, deep in concentration, or he has an otherwise serious or reflective emotion displayed. His body is not supermodel material, but it is well built and, thanks to his job, somewhat athletic.
At home, he dresses simply and comfortably - jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket of some sort is his preferred outfit. When at work, or in any situation other than home or a casual lunch with a friend, he wears suits. Black trousers, a coloured shirt, and a stylish tie is the basic outfit. He completes this ensemble with a waistcoat and matching blazer, but only in office situations. When undertaking field work, he will ditch the blazer but keep the waistcoat to provide freedom of movement in his arms. At all times, he wears a necklace given to him by his mother, usually hidden beneath his shirt, and a silver watch on his wrist.
hold you in my arms
I JUST WANTED TO HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS
Personality: Ianto has, and will probably always be, a very reserved person. Despite this normal reservedness, when Ianto is emotional, it's nothing short of dramatic. Finally getting him angry can result in a shouting match of truly heroic proportions or a stony faced gun shot, while outbursts of complete sadness are blubbery, incoherent, and generally go through most of the tissue supplies in the building. These moments were rarer before his near death at the hands of the 456, but they are still fairly uncommon as he does not tend to wear his heart on his sleeve. Because of this he was seen, before the 456, to be a strong grounding force in Torchwood 3, trying his best to keep heads cool, deflate egos, and soothe anger with a well placed sarcastic remark or a hot cup of tea. Since the 456, he's been a little more unstable, but tries to provide the same remarks and tea as often as possible - he knows the others well enough to know they need it.
Ianto is a giver by nature, and this shines through in all areas of his life. His concept of a good day at work is making sure everyone went home feeling like they achieved something, preferably with a hot drink on hand at all times. In relationships, this can even go to some bizarre extremes. The prime example is Lisa, Ianto's first long term partner, whom he kept locked in a cell as he desperately attempted to reverse the cyberman conversion process, even to the detriment of himself and others. With Jack, it's an inability to say no to him that really highlights this facet of his personality. He's not one to demand praise for his helpfulness, but constantly being ignored or taken for granted can irritate him greatly.
He carries a small journal with him at almost all times, in which he writes observations both personal and impersonal in nature. It's a bit of a hobby for him and, while he wouldn't admit this to anyone, he gets a lot of pleasure out of knowing as much as possible, and then when the knowledge is displayed having others gasp and ask how he could have possibly known that. He maintains that it's his sixth sense which serves him well in always turning up at the right moment with the right drink, but of course it's just because he knows the people he works with so much better than they know him.
Seeing someone else truly happy is a sure fire way to brighten his day, especially if he caused the happiness for that person. On top of this, he enjoys a good strong cup of coffee, Jack, Jack's body, the writings of Agatha Christie, people watching (not in a creepy way), and getting things right - especially measurements for other peoples clothes by just looking. His mood will be soured by the mere mention of John Hart, let alone his presence, or comments about his sexuality/relationship with Jack. Other downers in his life include cold tea and coffee, other people that Jack hooks up with, pretentious people, and the taste/smell of fish. While he knows it can't be, his greatest hope is that Jack would be his forever, and his greatest fear is losing Jack, again, permanently. His other goals in life are very mundane, thanks to his satisfaction with his job, but he would love to get his sister and her family a nicer house. The thought of losing or other people reading his diary terrifies him, and he dreads the times when he loses control of his emotions and gets angry or depressive as he hates not being in control, or at least fully aware, of situations he is in.
my life, you electrify my life
LET'S CONSPIRE TO RE-IGNITE, ALL THE SOULS THAT WOULD DIE
JUST TO FEEL ALIVE
Birth planet: Earth
Parents: Both deceased.
Notable Relatives: Rhiannon Evans (Sister), Johnny Evans (Brother-in-Law)
History: Ianto Jones was an unremarkable child. Bright, but not top of his class. Fit, but not the best athlete. He could hold a tune, but he couldn't hold an audience. Comfortable, but not rich. Loved, but not treasured - at least in his eyes. His younger sister Rhiannon certainly loved him and was always there for him, but his father did not express his love for Ianto in the right ways. There is almost no doubt he did care for the boy, but he spent too much time trying to push Ianto further, out of his shell, and these pushes permanently soured the relationship between the two. It also led to a broken leg at the age of 6 when Ianto's father pushed him too hard on the swings.
His mother died shortly after Ianto was born, and his father died when he was 19. After his father's death, Ianto left for university, driving a wedge between him and his sister at the time. He studied for three years, graduating a firm middle in his year achieving a Bachelor of Arts. It was during his third year of study that he met Lisa. He bumped into her, literally, one day at a pub near his flat, and something made him stop and chat, for the first time in his life. He had rarely come out of his shell to talk to people he didn't know, let alone chat them up and flirt and ask for their number. But there was something special about Lisa, that made his heart flutter. Three months later, he had graduated, and Lisa had moved in with him.
Moving from job to job every few months, he found it hard to find stable work, until he finally landed a job at Torchwood 1, as a research assistant. Finally achieving a stable job, he began planning ideas to ask his girlfriend of two years to marry him when disaster struck in the form of the Cybermen. They took Lisa, and partially converted her into a Cyberman, on the day before their two year anniversary. Ianto had no idea what to do, or who to go to. Torchwood 1 shut down almost immediately, so he had to find a way back into their files to research an answer. And he did. Jack Harkness, of Torchwood 3. So he went back to Cardiff, and tracked the man down. Finding him and the base of Torchwood 3 took a few months, but he was determined, as this was his last chance of fixing Lisa.
He was rewarded at first by Jack turning him away - they had no need of an admin assistant. But Ianto had made up his mind to get in. So he turned up outside the base every day for a month, holding a cup of coffee, and complimenting Jack's coat. He was given the job eventually, only after helping Jack capture a pteranodon in a warehouse. After getting the job, Ianto smuggled Lisa into the base, and began secretly trying to figure out a way to change her back. Here he met Owen and Tosh, and eventually Gwen, as he went about his supporting business, largely unthanked, hiding Lisa in the basement. Eventually, Lisa broke out of her containment, and the team were forced to acknowledge Ianto's presence, and the fact that he had a life that none of them knew of as they didn't bother to ask thank you very much. Lisa was shot dead, and Ianto was sent on leave for a month.
This month was the most painful period of Ianto's life, even more so than the death of his father. Not only was his only hope of recovering Lisa shattered by Jack, but he was left without a purpose or daily routine to keep him occupied. He moped in his apartment for almost the entire time, leaving to get food when utterly necessary. After this time, he was called by Jack, and told to return to work. He did, not out of obedience to Jack, but for his own health, and to help the others. At this point in time he hated Jack and all he stood for, despite the existence of slight sexual tension that was starting to appear between the two.
Life moved on, and so did Ianto, albeit a little slowly. He put Jack's involvement with Lisa's death behind him in a few weeks, telling himself at the time that it was because Jack was making an effort to be friendly, and that it was best for the team if they moved on. From that moment on, the sexual tension between the two started growing daily as Ianto finally realised he was attracted to the man. Ianto was shaken to the core when he realised this, as he identified (and still does) as heterosexual. Coming to terms with how he felt was difficult at best, but when he actually gave in and started showing his affection to Jack, he was pleasantly surprised at how well the rest of the team took it - except Owen, but that was because Owen made fun of all the team members at all times.
After the deaths of Tosh and Owen (for the second time), the team was down to three, and a half if you counted Rhys. It was shortly after this reduction that Ianto was 'killed' by a virus released by the 456, and he 'died' in Jack's arms, saying for the first, and what he thought would be the last time, 'I love you'. Ianto was at peace with his death - in the days prior he had patched things up with his sister and discovered how calm she was with the fact that he was suddenly dating a man, and he had let Jack know how he had felt about him for a few months at that point.
It was with great shock when he suddenly was awoken by none other than The Doctor, and crowded over by Jack, Gwen, Tosh and Owen. The presence of Tosh and Owen was what at first convinced him that he was dead, and that Gwen had also died, and either Jack's and The Doctors immortality had run out or they were just part of his memories like the appearance of the medical area of the hub. It took Jack almost an hour to convince him that he was in fact still alive, by some miracle, and Ianto spent much of his next few weeks inseparable from his lover as he came to terms with the fact that he didn't die when he thought he would.
However, such joy has been tainted by his reflections brought on by his near death experience. Jack cannot die, but Ianto is still mortal, and even if their relationship isn't ended by death Jack will move on to save them both from truly mind shattering heartbreak. In the weeks following his awakening from the coma in which he was utterly dependent, he was attached to Jack, but now he is trying to distance himself from the one person he has become attached to, and is even trying to put space between himself and the rest of Torchwood, despite how much his heart is telling him not to.
but i'll never let you go
IF YOU PROMISE NOT TO FADE AWAY, NEVER FADE AWAY
Weapon(s): If he must carry a weapon he wields a pistol, but would much prefer to not have to deal with it.
Important Tech: General Torchwood paraphernalia when fore thought has been applied.
Other items: His diary.
our hopes and expectations
BLACK HOLES AND REVELATIONS
Sample RP: Today was the first day for three weeks that Ianto had been alone. For the last three weeks of his life, he had been constantly surrounded by people both by his own choice, and by the choice of those around him. He had attached himself to Jack as his one stable influence, and been constantly watched by Tosh, Owen, and Gwen at work - the first two of which he was having trouble believing they were actually alive. But now, for the first time since he had essentially come back from the dead, he had the hub to himself. Fieldwork had called the rest of his team away. Usually they had been leaving one person behind to watch him, but Ianto was feeling a little better now, and they couldn't spare anyone. Hell, Owen suggested that Ianto come and just sit and the van and do surveillance. Thankfully Jack had shut that idea down the instant it had left his mouth. Ianto sunk further backwards into his chair and sighed. It was nice, superficially, to have quiet for a little bit. A quiet that was punctuated by the background noises of the rebuilt hub of course, but quiet by usual standards nonetheless.
Of course, it was this quiet that Ianto dreaded. He suddenly went rigid as the memories started flashing back in his mind. The terror of impending death, or losing Jack, of Jack moving on without him because he could never die, the eventual peace he had come to and then being ripped forcibly back into the world of the living. He started sweating, and he loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. There was a reason he didn't mind constantly being surround by people - their noise kept away the memories, kept away the traitorous voice in his head that whispered to him that Jack and Ianto would be better off if there was no relationship. He shook his head violently and rubbed his face with his hands, feeling the slipperiness of the sweat beading on his palms and forehead. Coffee. That's what he needed. A good strong cup of coffee, and then maybe do some basic admin tasks like check the records and run a security scan. That would keep his mind off things.
His plan decided, he rose from the chair and grabbed the cane the was resting on the desk next to it. With the help of the cane, he limped slowly to the kitchenette, passing al the work stations with their comforting blue glows from the monitors attached to them. Without the limp, it would have taken him thirty seconds to get to the kitchenette, and another minute to make the coffee he knew the place so well. With the limp, the getting too and making processes took a combined five minutes. Which he wasn't complaining about at the moment. That was five minutes of brainless motions, five minutes in which he could completely tune out and let his body go on autopilot. The smell from the cup that he ended up with shook him out of his brainless moment. He took a deep inhale - it was the smell of promised energy, and bitter sweet deliciousness that was unique to coffee. Now with a mug in one hand and a cane in the other, it took him even longer to walk back to his desk and sit down, a sigh escaping his lips as he sat and took the weight off his legs.
Taking a long sip off the coffee, he closed his eyes and just sat there, mind empty, trying his hardest to just be in the moment, not to think of anything at all. He put the mug down and swivelled the chair so that he was facing the desk. Pulling the monitor so that it was at a better angle, he tapped away at the keyboard, going through the checklist of mundane tasks that had to be completed - backing up the records and notes made by the team, scanning over current security footage, a quick diagnostic of rift activity - thankfully low at this point other than the spike where the rest of the team were investigating. Finishing the checklist, he paused. He thought that it would have taken longer than an hour to do all that. And now he was left without something to do. And before he could think of something else, the thoughts returned. He grabbed the armrest of the chair with his left hand, and the handle of the mug of coffee in his right. Raising the mug, he hoped the smell or taste would chase away the thoughts, but it didn't work. His hand started shaking, and the mug slipped from his grasp, falling sideways to the ground with a smash.
He would have to clean it up, but there was no way he could get out of the chair at this moment. So he sat, frozen by his memories, for a good hour, before he could wrench himself to his feet and hobble to the cleaning supplies. Getting paper towel and a dustpan, he knelt down next to the broken mug and tried to clean it up. It was this moment that the rest of the team walked in, freezing as they made it in the door and spotted Ianto, who had looked over at the door when he heard the alarm bells. Ianto hated that they had walked in now. If they had walked in while he was stuck on the chair in terror, he could at least get up slowly and pretend he was all right thanks to their arrival, but the broken mug and spilt coffee just screamed 'I'm not alright. I need help'. He turned away, breaking the silent staring, as he heard one set of footsteps walk towards him, while the other three walked towards a different section of the base. Jacks arms descended on him as his lover sat down next to him and embraced him. Ianto stopped trying to hold it any longer, his arms flopping to his side, dropping the paper towel, and he cried great big shuddering tears that shook his body. He felt safe in Jacks arms - he felt loved, protected, sheltered, at home. He felt like a child.
He hated it.
hold you in my arms, i just wanted to hold
YOU IN MY ARMS. I JUST WANTED TO HOLD...
Alias: Seth
Member Title: tea or coffee sir?
Contact Information: PM
Anything else: FINALLY DONE! Sorry it took a while... holidays are super draining on brain power for no adequately explored reason.
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