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CHARACTER
Name: Killian Jones aka Captain Hook
Canon: Once Upon a Time
Age: He appears to be in his early thirties, but he spent about 300 years in Neverland. Of course, he didn't age during that time.
Timeline: Season 4, episode 8, at the moment that Gold was about to rip his heart out of his body.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality:
Background: I hope you like reading
Abilities: Unlike many people in Storybrooke, Hook has no magical powers. However, he's an accomplished swordsman and fighter, able to overcome barriers - even magical defenses - that might defeat a sorcerer. He's reputedly one of the best sailors ever, and can sail a two-masted pirate ship on his own without any crew. He's also very bright. He's survived confrontations with some of the most dangerous people in the world - the Dark One, Cora, Peter Pan - with nothing but his wits, knowledge, and a sword and hook. Losing a hand, if anything, only made him more dangerous.
First Person:
[Video]
Well, well, what is this... [The video opens on a pirate, with a bit of scruff and apparently wearing black eye liner, and dressed head to toe in black leather and silver. He is peering at the watch with curiosity, but he's having a bit of trouble with it, balancing it oddly and prodding it with a gloved finger.
With a soft curse, he sets it down, and then one can see that the reason he was having a hard time holding it was because instead of a hand on his left arm, he has a wicked silver hook. Hooks aren't great for holding watches. He gets it situated, then pulls back a bit to speak.]
This is a magical sort of communication device, yeah? Well, listen up. This is Killian Jones.
[He spreads hand and hook] I don't know how I got to this land, but if someone can enlighten me, and point me the way to some magic beans or some kind of portal to get out of here, I'll make it worth their while.
[He leans a little closer] Trust me, I can pay. Whatever is needed, I'm sure we can come to some kind of an arrangement.
Fact is, I've got important things to do, far away from here.
[Like a crocodile to hunt, possibly. He'd thought he'd given up on revenge, but his chest is still smarting from Gold's fingers, and he really wants to know how he'd escaped from that terrible fate. After all, his heart is still beating strong in his chest.
With a rakish smirk - don't you trust him? - he flips the watch closed and goes to explore this new land.]
Third Person: Note: This is a transcript from an AIM RP I did with Ruby City's Mr. Gold player, as a voicetest. It's an AU where Killian and Gold were close friends/lovers before he became the Dark One (instead of Milah being his beloved) and that Killian was caught up in the curse. However, I think the sample will still show that I have his voice, as that hasn't changed. If you want another sample, let me know, though, and I'll be happy to whip something up! I've changed the colours so you can see what's my writing, since I can't take credit for Miri's work ;) Blue is me.
Killian turned the tiller, humming an old sailing shanty as he navigated back into port. He didn't know that he'd done this every day, a thousand times. Every day for years, he had fished the same waters, though the ship he used didn't really look like a normal fishing boat. The crew didn't really act like normal fishing crew, though they believed they were. And their Captain looked even less like a fisherman, especially with the silver hook on his left arm.
Every day for 25 years Killian had left at dawn and returned at dusk with his catch. He had then spent a couple of hours in the only pub in town, and then passed out in his cabin and gone back out again.
But today was different. The savior was in town.
Today, when he had finished dealing with the fish and showered off the stink, when he walked towards the pub he usually spent time in, he witnessed an encounter with a blond woman and her son, outside of a pawn shop. He had noticed the shop, but had never gone in there, and had never met the proprietor. Never even seen him. But tonight he impulsively walked across the street as the woman and child walked away, and entered, looking around with curiosity.
Gold turned as his the bell over his door rang, forcing his expression to remain impassive instead of possibly softening into the smile that had nearly threatened to betray him. He needed to keep up appearances, which meant he couldn't acknowledge that he knew the man well enough or was on good enough terms to warrent that sort of smile from him.
Still, he'd been hoping that the other man would drop in for a visit regardless. "May I help you?" He asked after giving 'Patrick' a chance to browse for a minute.
Patrick looked at the proprietor without much interest, then gave him another look. He knew the name of the one who took his cash every month, a man who apparently owned most of Storybrooke, and it occurred to him that this was probably that guy. "Just came in to see what I could see," he said, moving towards the back of the store near the cash. "You're Mr. Gold, aren't you? I don't believe we've been formally introduced."
"Indeed I am." He replied as he watch the man draw closer to the counter he stood behind. "A pleasure to meet you in person at last, Mr. McConnell." More of a pleasure than the man could realize currently. Living for little over two centuries thinking the man dead had not been pleasant, though Belle had given him a momentary reprieve from the darkness he'd fallen into. Perhaps once the curse had been broken, Killian could help him once more in his efforts to continue seeking his son and maybe even help him again work toward breaking the horrid habits he'd gotten himself into. The man had once made him a better man than he had been, perhaps he could do it yet again. Though he was certain it was bound to be much harder the second time around.
Patrick felt nothing towards this man that he didn't know... though there was an odd pull inside him. Now that he'd gotten a good look at the man, he found himself intrigued. Maybe it was the wealth - he'd always been drawn to the trappings of it, though he was just a fisherman and couldn't afford fine things. Especially given the exorbitant fees he had to pay to keep his ship.
"Yeah, good to meet you, I guess. Call me Hook." He held up the object in question, giving a rakish grin as he leaned on the counter. "I thought you were the richest man in town. I always wondered - why do you keep this shop with all this rubbish when you could be... I don't know, sipping champagne on a yacht somewhere?"
"It's hardly rubbish. Every piece in here has a history and a story attached to it. You could say collecting these things, restoring them and running this shop is a pleasurable hobby of mine. As for drinking, I prefer whisky to champagne." He gave Hook a subtle smile, leaning against his own side of the counter. "How about you? Don't you get bored going out fishing day after day?"
Hook's eyes brightened at the mention of whisky. "More my kind of man, after all," he said, straightening up. He peered at an interesting carved wooden box sitting on the counter, and reached for it idly, tracing the patterns with a beringed forefinger. "I love to sail the high seas, mate. Fishing's my income, but sailing's my life."
He looked up at Gold. "Maybe you should come out with us one of these days. Who knows? You might like it."
Oh, he would sorely like to go out on the Jolly Roger once again, it'd almost be akin to coming home after a long absence. And it was that thought that had him almost sadly shaking his head slightly. If he went on the ship, he was apt to slip up, it'd be painful to be among such familiarity and have to hold himself at arm's distance from it. "Then you can understand how I feel about my shop. Moneylending and Real Estate might be my income, but here...here I can enjoy myself." A beat. "Thank for the offer, but I fear I must refrain. I have a bad leg and I'd hate to merely be in your way while you're trying to work." Even if he'd learned how to avoid doing exactly that back home and still recalled every detail of it. Getting his sea legs back would take a little time, but he imagined it wouldn't be long and it'd be as if he'd never truly left the ship. "Perhaps we might have a drink instead the next time you come to pay on your loan?"
"A shame." Hook left the box alone and turned away, moving to inspect Gold's wares. "Though I'm sure I could find some way to put you to work. Doesn't take two good legs to pull the oars." He cast a cocky grin over his shoulder, teasing. "Out of curiosity, who'd be paying for the drinks?"
"It'll be from my own personal stock. If you're on time as you have been all these years." There's a faint touch of good humor in those words. "Are you more partial to Scotch or Irish whisky? I'm more of a Scotch person myself."
"If it's free, I'll drink fermented donkey piss," Hook said wryly. Gold was going to ply him with drink from his own personal stock? He couldn't help wondering why. He couldn't recall having any poor dealings with the man, but he'd certainly heard stories. He glanced at Gold again, blue eyes measuring. "Scotch whiskey from your personal stock is nothing I'd turn down. But I have to ask why you're making the offer."
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CHARACTER
Name: Killian Jones aka Captain Hook
Canon: Once Upon a Time
Age: He appears to be in his early thirties, but he spent about 300 years in Neverland. Of course, he didn't age during that time.
Timeline: Season 4, episode 8, at the moment that Gold was about to rip his heart out of his body.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality:
Hook is a person whose role in the story has changed drastically over his life. He can appear to be either a villain or a hero. Killian began as a simple pirate, then darkened to a full-blown villain due to his obsession with revenge on Gold, but eventually put his desire for revenge away in favour of helping people and has become one of the apparent heroes of OUAT.
But in all of these iterations, Killian has certain personality traits in common, even when he thinks he has truly changed, he actually hasn't.
Killian is at the same time an irrepressible romantic, and very self-interested. Though he is capable of falling in love and even appearing to be selfless or self-sacrificing, when one drills down to his motivations, he's nearly always got a reason for his actions that is selfish. He's not a bad person, per se. He has a conscience, and can be protective of the innocent. He doesn't murder people indiscriminately, which is pretty damn nice for a guy who is actually the Captain of a pirate ship.
He really did love Milah, yet he thought little of taking her away when she abandoned her husband and child. I doubt he lost much sleep over Rumple and Baelfire's plight. Her death, though, was a powerful blow, and it drove him right to the edge of true evil. For the purpose of destroying the Dark One, Killian was willing to ally himself with Cora. He had no interest or care in what collateral damage he might cause. He tortured and betrayed people as needed, and his reasons for killing Gold really had nothing to do with the greater good. He wasn't trying to save anyone, just get his own back. On the flip side, he deliberately refrained from hurting people unless it would bring him closer to his revenge.
However, when he pulled back from destroying all of Storybrooke in season 2, it wasn't really because he had qualms about killing so many people. It was mainly just that he wasn't willing to die himself, even to kill Gold. He still nearly abandoned Storybrooke to their fate - though to his credit, he did actually return to help.
I think it's significant that after his attempts at revenge failed, though, he was legitimately willing to give it up, or at least set it aside. However, it's significant not because it demonstrates that the pirate suddenly became pure of heart. Instead, he fell in love with Emma. His reason for setting aside his revenge, putting Milah behind him and becoming good, were almost entirely because he was trying to impress Emma and win her heart.
Now, to Killian's credit, he has legitimately worked hard to earn the trust of the Charmings and the other heroes of Storybrooke. He has been a strong ally to them, using his cunning and knowledge, and his fighting skills, to do a lot of good and protect people. He has taken a shine to Henry and is sweet and loving to Emma. By the current episodes, the depths of his previous sins are easy to forget.
He tried so hard to become good that he actually fooled himself into thinking that he had changed. However, it's obvious that he didn't really change. When Gold gave him back his hand, he planted the seed by telling Killian that it might revert him back to the man he had been before - and lo and behold, Killian had a subconscious excuse to behave in the ways he had before. He failed to keep his temper in check, became more cruel, especially when Emma wasn't looking. Even before this revelation, he continued to lie when it was convenient or when he told himself that it's the right thing to do.
I think he honestly thought he had become a hero, but when he was given license to be bad, he reverted to form. At bottom, while Killian does have goodness in him, heroism doesn't really come naturally to him.
Background: I hope you like reading
Abilities: Unlike many people in Storybrooke, Hook has no magical powers. However, he's an accomplished swordsman and fighter, able to overcome barriers - even magical defenses - that might defeat a sorcerer. He's reputedly one of the best sailors ever, and can sail a two-masted pirate ship on his own without any crew. He's also very bright. He's survived confrontations with some of the most dangerous people in the world - the Dark One, Cora, Peter Pan - with nothing but his wits, knowledge, and a sword and hook. Losing a hand, if anything, only made him more dangerous.
First Person:
[Video]
Well, well, what is this... [The video opens on a pirate, with a bit of scruff and apparently wearing black eye liner, and dressed head to toe in black leather and silver. He is peering at the watch with curiosity, but he's having a bit of trouble with it, balancing it oddly and prodding it with a gloved finger.
With a soft curse, he sets it down, and then one can see that the reason he was having a hard time holding it was because instead of a hand on his left arm, he has a wicked silver hook. Hooks aren't great for holding watches. He gets it situated, then pulls back a bit to speak.]
This is a magical sort of communication device, yeah? Well, listen up. This is Killian Jones.
[He spreads hand and hook] I don't know how I got to this land, but if someone can enlighten me, and point me the way to some magic beans or some kind of portal to get out of here, I'll make it worth their while.
[He leans a little closer] Trust me, I can pay. Whatever is needed, I'm sure we can come to some kind of an arrangement.
Fact is, I've got important things to do, far away from here.
[Like a crocodile to hunt, possibly. He'd thought he'd given up on revenge, but his chest is still smarting from Gold's fingers, and he really wants to know how he'd escaped from that terrible fate. After all, his heart is still beating strong in his chest.
With a rakish smirk - don't you trust him? - he flips the watch closed and goes to explore this new land.]
Third Person: Note: This is a transcript from an AIM RP I did with Ruby City's Mr. Gold player, as a voicetest. It's an AU where Killian and Gold were close friends/lovers before he became the Dark One (instead of Milah being his beloved) and that Killian was caught up in the curse. However, I think the sample will still show that I have his voice, as that hasn't changed. If you want another sample, let me know, though, and I'll be happy to whip something up! I've changed the colours so you can see what's my writing, since I can't take credit for Miri's work ;) Blue is me.
Killian turned the tiller, humming an old sailing shanty as he navigated back into port. He didn't know that he'd done this every day, a thousand times. Every day for years, he had fished the same waters, though the ship he used didn't really look like a normal fishing boat. The crew didn't really act like normal fishing crew, though they believed they were. And their Captain looked even less like a fisherman, especially with the silver hook on his left arm.
Every day for 25 years Killian had left at dawn and returned at dusk with his catch. He had then spent a couple of hours in the only pub in town, and then passed out in his cabin and gone back out again.
But today was different. The savior was in town.
Today, when he had finished dealing with the fish and showered off the stink, when he walked towards the pub he usually spent time in, he witnessed an encounter with a blond woman and her son, outside of a pawn shop. He had noticed the shop, but had never gone in there, and had never met the proprietor. Never even seen him. But tonight he impulsively walked across the street as the woman and child walked away, and entered, looking around with curiosity.
Gold turned as his the bell over his door rang, forcing his expression to remain impassive instead of possibly softening into the smile that had nearly threatened to betray him. He needed to keep up appearances, which meant he couldn't acknowledge that he knew the man well enough or was on good enough terms to warrent that sort of smile from him.
Still, he'd been hoping that the other man would drop in for a visit regardless. "May I help you?" He asked after giving 'Patrick' a chance to browse for a minute.
Patrick looked at the proprietor without much interest, then gave him another look. He knew the name of the one who took his cash every month, a man who apparently owned most of Storybrooke, and it occurred to him that this was probably that guy. "Just came in to see what I could see," he said, moving towards the back of the store near the cash. "You're Mr. Gold, aren't you? I don't believe we've been formally introduced."
"Indeed I am." He replied as he watch the man draw closer to the counter he stood behind. "A pleasure to meet you in person at last, Mr. McConnell." More of a pleasure than the man could realize currently. Living for little over two centuries thinking the man dead had not been pleasant, though Belle had given him a momentary reprieve from the darkness he'd fallen into. Perhaps once the curse had been broken, Killian could help him once more in his efforts to continue seeking his son and maybe even help him again work toward breaking the horrid habits he'd gotten himself into. The man had once made him a better man than he had been, perhaps he could do it yet again. Though he was certain it was bound to be much harder the second time around.
Patrick felt nothing towards this man that he didn't know... though there was an odd pull inside him. Now that he'd gotten a good look at the man, he found himself intrigued. Maybe it was the wealth - he'd always been drawn to the trappings of it, though he was just a fisherman and couldn't afford fine things. Especially given the exorbitant fees he had to pay to keep his ship.
"Yeah, good to meet you, I guess. Call me Hook." He held up the object in question, giving a rakish grin as he leaned on the counter. "I thought you were the richest man in town. I always wondered - why do you keep this shop with all this rubbish when you could be... I don't know, sipping champagne on a yacht somewhere?"
"It's hardly rubbish. Every piece in here has a history and a story attached to it. You could say collecting these things, restoring them and running this shop is a pleasurable hobby of mine. As for drinking, I prefer whisky to champagne." He gave Hook a subtle smile, leaning against his own side of the counter. "How about you? Don't you get bored going out fishing day after day?"
Hook's eyes brightened at the mention of whisky. "More my kind of man, after all," he said, straightening up. He peered at an interesting carved wooden box sitting on the counter, and reached for it idly, tracing the patterns with a beringed forefinger. "I love to sail the high seas, mate. Fishing's my income, but sailing's my life."
He looked up at Gold. "Maybe you should come out with us one of these days. Who knows? You might like it."
Oh, he would sorely like to go out on the Jolly Roger once again, it'd almost be akin to coming home after a long absence. And it was that thought that had him almost sadly shaking his head slightly. If he went on the ship, he was apt to slip up, it'd be painful to be among such familiarity and have to hold himself at arm's distance from it. "Then you can understand how I feel about my shop. Moneylending and Real Estate might be my income, but here...here I can enjoy myself." A beat. "Thank for the offer, but I fear I must refrain. I have a bad leg and I'd hate to merely be in your way while you're trying to work." Even if he'd learned how to avoid doing exactly that back home and still recalled every detail of it. Getting his sea legs back would take a little time, but he imagined it wouldn't be long and it'd be as if he'd never truly left the ship. "Perhaps we might have a drink instead the next time you come to pay on your loan?"
"A shame." Hook left the box alone and turned away, moving to inspect Gold's wares. "Though I'm sure I could find some way to put you to work. Doesn't take two good legs to pull the oars." He cast a cocky grin over his shoulder, teasing. "Out of curiosity, who'd be paying for the drinks?"
"It'll be from my own personal stock. If you're on time as you have been all these years." There's a faint touch of good humor in those words. "Are you more partial to Scotch or Irish whisky? I'm more of a Scotch person myself."
"If it's free, I'll drink fermented donkey piss," Hook said wryly. Gold was going to ply him with drink from his own personal stock? He couldn't help wondering why. He couldn't recall having any poor dealings with the man, but he'd certainly heard stories. He glanced at Gold again, blue eyes measuring. "Scotch whiskey from your personal stock is nothing I'd turn down. But I have to ask why you're making the offer."
