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He was everywhere: a blur of blue fabric, practiced cockiness, and eyes that were too old for his face
The rumors about him were plentiful. Some said he was as old as Cardiff itself. Others claimed he worked with the men in the strange van. Occasionally, you'd meet someone who swore on their life they saw him die once, but he stood up as though nothing had happened.
He was a legend- a deity in the making.
But if you were ever lucky enough to speak to him, he would simply call himself
"Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?"