Jack Harkness [Complete]

Handsome Jack
Captain Cheesecake
Sonic Screwdriver

27

Guardian

N/A

6’0”

14 stone/89kg

A rather tall individual, Jack does not have the build to match, instead possessing something rather more athletic than slender, or muscular. His muscles, instead of being large enough to make buying shirts a pain in the neck, are toned and dense, giving him surprising strength for someone who looks more like a runner than anything else. Most particularly well-developed are his leg muscles, whether you speak of his thighs, calves, or what-have-you. Probably from running away from angry lovers the night after. Clean-shaven literally everywhere but his head, Jack has no tan of which to speak, but his skin is still a healthy colour.

Jack’s hair is a dark brown shade – so dark, in fact, that it is almost impossible to distinguish from black when at a distance. It wouldn’t be hard to notice, then, seeing as he is effectively in your face at any given point in time. He keeps it trimmed to a good few inches, making it appear at a medium length. And, despite him being forty years of age, he still retains a decent head of hair, able to get away with leaving it parted without appearing forced. Even stranger is the fact that he has no grey hairs – whether this is natural or not remains to be seen, but if it has been dyed, it’s a pretty convincing dye job.

Jack’s eyes are a pale blue, and while the colour itself is placid and more akin to ice than anything else, the expression within them couldn’t be more different. Mirthful and full of youth a man his age shouldn’t have, Jack’s eyes are essentially round holders for cheek, and a fair share of seductive winks. And, despite the beginnings of wrinkles around his eyes, there is no denying that they do not look tired at all, with one even being able to go so far as to be able to say that they are a young man’s eyes. It’s as if one’s attempting to crawl out through his skull.

Regarding the few times of day Jack has a shirt on, he tends to go for items of clothing that highlight his own attractiveness, and him not having to rely upon anything unnatural to make himself look good. He does appear decent, though, given he is not exposing anything unnecessary. He is generally a big fan of close-fitting cotton shirts, and t-shirts. They fit to a degree that allows unhindered movement, but still highlights his muscle tone. Jack tends to favour darker colours, such as navy or black, ones that compliment his hair and eyes. The shirts have one other thing in common, though – not a single one has anything printed on them.

Jack, when he actually bothers with legwear, likes to vary it depending on the situation. Possessing a range of shorts and trousers – both formal and casual – he will change what he wears to fit the situation, and sometimes, he’ll do it in the middle of the situation. When he wears shorts, they tend to be baggy ones, allowing free movement, while their lack of length prevents any major hindrances. And, whether he wears casual or formal trousers, he will always wear ones with a snug, form-displaying fit. He favours jeans over anything else, believing them to go with a wide variety of different tops.

To round off the outfit, Jack dons a pair of polished black shoes, made of (likely fake) leather. They are the kind you would expect to see an officer worker don, being sensible and somewhat smart, but not quite enough to be properly classified as formal. The laces are frayed slightly at the end, but otherwise, are in good enough shape to be tied. The grips, likely due to all the running he’s done over the years, are not what they used to be, and have been worn down to the point where their usefulness is minimal. However, that has proven not to be enough reason to change his shoes.

-Flirting
-Men
-Women
-Ladymen
-Manladies
-Basically, anything with a pulse
-Drinking
-Running
-What happens when you combine all of the above and a slick tongue

-People without a sense of humour
-People who can’t sit still
-People who sit still at the wrong times, or for too long
-Horses
-When his home is invaded
-When his flirting doesn’t work

Whether he was taught or whether he’s a natural, it’s unclear. What’s extremely clear, however, is how much of a flirt Jack is, and just how much he loves doing it. If there is a person he hasn’t flirted with that he’s known for longer than five seconds, then that person is likely not moving, underage, or has already rejected him. Multiple times. And even then, that doesn’t always stop him. Time, place, it doesn’t matter – there is practically nobody he won’t try and seduce. While this is useful for wringing information out of those weaker than he is, there is no mistaking how he can’t seem to judge the right time for it.

Jack’s personality can also seem rather childish at times. Not to the point where he’ll go off and sulk because he was made to eat vegetables – unless the vegetables stopped him going on a date – but to a point where people quickly grow tired of having to deal with him. Example? He got in a fight, and somebody criticised his choice of companion. Instead of answering back, he pulled a face, and put his hands up in the “whatever” sign. He’s been known to pout when he’s even slightly grumpy, act exasperated at the smallest of things, and generally come off as a bit of a manchild.

And then, there’s his headstrong attitude. While he can be a good leader, and while he is capable of competent mission planning, he is generally up for just charging in, all guns-a-blazing. Which also happens to be how he flirts, but that’s a different kettle of fish. Jack believes in taking action wherever possible, and whenever possible, with whomever possible. Yes, he does possess common sense, but the bottom line is that he uses it periodically, and often acts surprised when his plan fails and he ends up in chains. Mind, sometimes his plan is to get into chains, but again, that’s an entirely different kettle of fish.

Though he may appear to lose his cool, Jack never really does. He can get frustrated, but given how many times he’s had to keep a straight face, or his face in general, Jack can keep a level head in many a different situation. And this has proved, time and time again, to be an extremely important ability. Granted, there are times when he will have to resort to making petty remarks, more often than not under his breath. But, at the end of the day, he’s a man with a plan. Although, the plan part of that is highly debatable.

Jack is the life of the party. Hell, sometimes, Jack IS the party. An individual so enigmatic Tony Stark would raise his glass to him, Jack is able to walk into any party he’s got an invitation for (legitimate or not), stroll around as if he owns the place, and come out again with someone on his arm. Or in his arms. There were even rumours that he had come out with a squad’s lieutenant at one point, but he fervently denies the implication. It’s this sort of personality that gets him into all sorts of trouble, but takes him to places so high it’s almost worth being burnt alive.

And, perhaps most notably, Jack is kind. Yes, he shoots people. Yes, he kills. Yes, he breaks hearts as easily as he breaks a person’s sexuality. However, underneath all of the battle armour, he’s just a big lug with a heart that he just wants to expose to someone. After all, he’s exposed practically everything else – it’s a miracle he wasn’t in Free Willy. Jack will defend his friends to the bitter end, and will do anything in his power to see them returned home safely. Above all else, he values the people who value him, and is willing to lay his life on the line for them.

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Jack will usually keep a pair of brass knuckle dusters on him - spiked ones, if he's feeling particularly bloodthirsty.

name: Pulse

description: Pulse, when ‘inactive’, takes the form of a chainmail vest, commonly worn under Jack’s normal clothing. It provides minimal protection, but it’s light, and not that uncomfortable. Its true form shows when Jack activates it, however.
When Jack does activate it (by channelling a jolt of his own reiatsu into it), his clothes – bar the chainmail vest – dissipate, leaving his vest turn into solid plate metal. It proceeds to expand over his body, forming a form-fitting metal exoskeleton, complete with padding. The front part of his head’s section can be made to appear and disappear at will, though doing the latter when in a fight might not always be advisable.
The exoskeleton not only provides some sort of armour for Jack, but allows him to use Reiatsu he channels into it for various purposes. Utility and weaponry are among these purposes.

type: Metal Exoskeleton

techniques:
For: Sigil
Name: Pulse Blast
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 2 posts
Cost: Moderately low
Range: Medium-Long
Description: Jack holds out a palm, and for a moment, the palm glows. A tennis ball-sized blast of reiatsu is shot at high speed in the direction intended. The blast is concussive, more similar to being hit by a brick than a laser.

For: Sigil
Name: Push Pulse
Type: Utility
Cooldown: 2 posts
Cost: Moderately low
Range: Close-quarters
Description: Jack lets out a close-range blast of reiatsu in front of him, that lasts for but a split second. While it causes no damage by itself, the blast has a strong knockback effect, pushing Jack back slightly, and most things in front of Jack. Similar to letting out a strong, sudden blast of air.
Can be used to deflect projectiles susceptible to physical forces acting on them.

For: Sigil
Name: Pulse Jets
Type: Utility
Cooldown: Equivalent to amount of turns active before stopping
Cost: Moderate drain
Range: Self
Description: By forcing his reiatsu out through his feet and palms, Jack is able to achieve flight. That’s pretty much it, really.
The technique can last for a maximum of five posts, though given the drain, using it beyond three posts is pushing it.

For: Sigil
Name: Chest Pulse
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: High
Range: Long
Description: Gripping his right arm with his left hand to stabilise it, Jack’s palm glows blindingly brightly, and then shoots out a bright blue beam similar to a Cero. Though powerful, it is highly taxing, and is usually only used as a last resort.

Life wasn’t particularly hard for Jack while he was growing up. Born the son of an engineer and a builder, his family didn’t earn much, but he had enough to get by on. However, there was something special about him – his spiritual awareness. Both of his parents had acute awareness of the world of the dead, and while they themselves were not members of any factions, they would frequently come into contact with denizens of the spirit world. They had gained a rudimentary knowledge of what was what, and though so much happened, this did not affect their lives much. Bar the odd conversation they’d have with a passing Shinigami, anyway.

And, through his life as an adolescent, Jack did not experience much in the way of excitement. He was fairly average in academic subjects, and his creative and musical skills were… sub-par, shall we say. However, he excelled in sporting, and was remarkably strong for someone who didn’t look it. A gymnast and a fighter, he was able to pull off astounding feats of flexibility, and was a competent martial artist. And that was not counting his way with words, and his dashing good looks. All throughout his years in high school, people jokingly referred to him as ‘Handsome Jack’. Some meant it as a compliment – mostly the girls, but it wasn’t uncommon to find a boy mixed in.

However, once he got out of high school, he found he had very few employment or further education opportunities available to him. He was a fine physical specimen, and fairly good with diplomacy as well (read: seduction), but that was pretty much all he had to go on. Fortunately, his talents didn’t go unnoticed by one particular group. Torchwood – a group of renegade Hollow hunters, who had made their own weapons to fight against most low-level Hollows with. Though nowhere near as effective as Shinigami, or the Consecro, they did their job well. At least, for a bunch of misfits.

Jack, lured in by the promise of booze, women, men and somewhere his talents could be put to good use, accepted the invitation. And, for what it was worth, his time in Torchwood was time well spent. The hunts were fun, and pushed him to his physical limits. As did two of his teammates – though their ways of pushing him were a little more… kinky. But, now and again, they’d all head down to the nearest bar, clink glasses, and get absolutely wasted together. For what it was worth, it was good fun, but it all had to come to an end at some point – after all, a lot happens in ten years.

Eventually, whether due to old age, more pressing matters, or just not wanting to hunt Hollows any more, the team had to split up. But, there were few other employment options Jack had available – luckily, the Consecro had made sure to make note of his talents. His slick tongue, his physical condition, his experience with Hollows, it all made him quite a desirable asset for them. It wasn’t hard to understand why they recruited him, even if he practically trampled all over the Bible’s teachings with the campest pair of high heels known to man. After all, they likely had worse offenders among them.

Jack trained long and hard to at least be able to use his Sigil – he even broke his personal record for the longest time spent sober. Some say he managed to remain celibate for a while, though such notions must be put under intense scrutiny if ever taken seriously. The reason he put so much effort in, was because he wanted to secure a future. Despite his habits, he was still human, with dreams and some form of ideals. The Consecro was his best shot at going on to live a normal life – he’d have to settle for doing it later in life, but he felt he’d get there eventually.

“So I take it you’re not up for a drink?”
“Afraid not.”
The Arrancar facing Jack looked to him with serious eyes, Jack doing so with faux disappointment instead. Without wasting a second, the Arrancar ran towards Jack, though the Guardian was more than capable of dodging such a sloppy attack. Perhaps his foe was underestimating him? It seemed likely. Cocky or not, however, the Arrancar had to be disposed of, hence Jack activating his Sigil’s true form. With his clothes inexplicably gone and with him now clad in his signature metal exoskeleton, Handsome Jack was once more ready for battle.

When the Arrancar drew close, Jack pushed away his foe with Pulse Push, knocking him backwards, and several centimetres off of the floor. Impressive, considering the weight of such a foe. Wasting no time, Jack rushed forwards, lifted his foot high up, and slammed his heel into the Arrancar’s abdomen, forcing it to the ground even harder than before. This was promptly followed up by Jack letting off Pulse Blast into his foe’s face, eliciting a pained grunt, and the Arrancar using Sonido to get behind him. And, though it would not be evident due to the helmet, Jack’s expression dropped several leagues.

A – usually – bone-shattering punch threw Jack forward, his head slamming through a park bench. However, when the Arrancar leapt at him, Jack wasted no time in bouncing back, and swung the bench at his foe. It was a wooden one, and not nailed to the floor, but still pretty hefty when swung around at a high speed. Naturally, the bench shattered on impact, though given how brittle it was in comparison to the thing being hit with it, it was only natural all it did was make the Arrancar flinch. However, this was good enough for Jack, who used to opportunity to sidestep the failed attack.

This delay was only temporary, as one would expect. Jack rushed at the Arrancar before it could make another move, and delivered a brutal hook to its ear. He repeated this a few times – leaving the Arrancar with two sides of his head hurting, and a ringing in his head that just wouldn’t leave. However, this did not seem to deter it much – made evident in how it swung wildly at Jack, each blow that missed only doing so narrowly, each blow that hit connecting like a train. Still, Jack carried on – this was noting he hadn’t handled before, and by gum he’d handle it again.

A momentary lapse in the Arrancar’s judgement happened, upon Jack using Pulse Jets to fly, and dive-bomb the Arrancar, his right hand now clamped firmly on his foe’s face.
“Too bad you didn’t come to drink with me. You’ve got a cute tush and you look like you play rough.”
Jack, unwilling to waste (any more) time, clutched his right arm, and to those who knew him, they would know that the fact his palm was glowing blindingly brightly could only mean one thing. The Arrancar’s head being blown clean off, in other words. The attack – Chest Pulse, presumably named to resemble a heartbeat – was like a Cero, and at that sort of range, the Arrancar never stood a chance.

AV-2

HAN: 13
REI: 13
HAK: 14
SEI: 13
BUK: 13
HOH: 13
Points Earned: 4
Total points: 79

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