ooc: bio

Ianto is a quiet, disciplined young man who works for the Torchwood Institute in Cardiff, Wales. He also worked for Torchwood I in London before it was destroyed in the Battle of Canary Wharf.

He's pretty unflappable in the face of the various aliens he encounters due to the space/time rift that runs through Cardiff. He dresses well, has a wry sense of humor, makes great coffee, and is good with technology. He tends to keep to himself--whether this is his own choice or that of those around him is a matter of debate. He's good in a fight and has a calm demeanor, unless things get too far out of control: then he can get very emotional. He's not judgemental of other people's lifestyles, and is more likely to be helpful than brusque.

Of his coworkers: his closet friendship is with Toshiko Sato, he clashes most with Owen Harper, is friendly but not close to Gwen Cooper, and is a little in love with Jack Harkness.

He's the "cleaner" for Torchwood: making sure that people who've been given the Retcon pill do not write down anything to help them remember what they've experienced, for example. He also takes out the garbage and receives the pizza.

And then there's the thing with stopwatches . . .

General bio: Most of Ianto's backstory is still open to speculation at this point. I figure he has at least completed a university degree of some kind, probably computer engineering or a hard science I'm going with a degree in literature, at least for theinternetcafe. I also speculate that he speaks Welsh fluently and probably grew up in or near Cardiff. There's also a possibility of a some kind of military background: again for TIC, Ianto was in the Officers Training Corps at Cambridge.

[internetcafe] introducting myself

I've decided to take advantage of the anonymity of the internet and write about some things I can't keep to myself any longer. Human connections have got harder and harder to find lately--my own fault, I suppose, getting so absorbed in work and--things. Other things. Other things I can't talk about in a public forum, ha ha.

Why am I doing this again?

My name is Ianto. That's YAN-toe. It's the Welsh equivalent of being named Johnny, basically. I live in Cardiff, Wales. Where's Wales, you might ask? Well, picture the island of Britain as your hand. Your left hand, for purposes of this demonstration. Your fingers are Scotland, your palm is England, and the pad under your thumb--that's Wales. It's a tiny, rainy, green country that I adore with all my heart. (Even if I complain a bit about the rain, but who doesn't complain about rain?)

I'll have to filter things about work. It's the kind of job you both love and hate--it's the best job I've ever had and the most frustrating, the worst and the most fulfilling. I could tell you things that'll curl your toenails, but I won't. Not in this entry, anyway. Suffice to say I come home to sleep, shower and change clothes, and then it's back again. All this on a secretary's salary, but that's another subject for another day.

And then there's my boss. Who definately is another subject for another day.