[PRE-ORDER] Link Click x Bilibili - Official Artbook Volume 1

Deadline: February 27, 2026

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Can’t believe I made three versions (+sketch that I’ve posted here before) the same Cheng Xiaoshi art in just three days🫠🫠

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Born Javic Piotr Thane on the Boeshane Peninsula in the 51st century—one of those impossibly grim places *Who* likes to drop in its character backstories—Jack grew up in a war-torn future and made a name for himself as the first from his region to join the Time Agency. But somewhere along the way, something was erased, quite literally. Whole chunks of his memory were stolen, leaving behind a sharp-tongued flirt who masked his disorientation with bravado. If the Doctor is the universe’s compass, Jack is its weathervane—always shifting, adapting, smiling through the storm.

But what made Jack *important* wasn’t his flirtation with everyone with a pulse (though let’s be honest, that helped). It was what happened after he died. Gunned down by Daleks, Jack was resurrected by Rose Tyler in her “Bad Wolf” goddess phase—infusing him with life, but also cursing him with immortality. You’d think living forever would be a gift. *Doctor Who*, always cleverer than it lets on, flips that on its head. Jack’s immortality becomes his burden, his isolating scar, and more importantly, a storytelling masterstroke. The Doctor, disturbed by this fixed point in time, bails—something many fans (and the character himself) never quite forgave.

Stranded in the 200,100s and time-hopping with a vortex manipulator held together by duct tape and desperation, Jack missed his target era by a century and wound up waiting. Literally. From the 19th century to the 21st, he lingered in the long shadow of the Doctor, watching history unfold with the patience of a man who could not die. This stretch of lonely time is what quietly forged him. By the time we meet him again in *Torchwood*, he’s no longer just the cheeky con man; he’s the immortal leader with blood on his hands, regrets in his eyes, and a silent question lingering: *Who am I without the Doctor?*

It’s not an accident that Jack became one of the most enduring figures in the *Doctor Who* universe. Behind the scenes, Russell T Davies, ever the master of character-driven genre writing, saw in John Barrowman a rare screen presence—part Errol Flynn, part tragic Byronic hero. Jack had flair, yes, but also emotional gravity. He joked like a sitcom character, fought like a soldier, and carried the ache of a man who’s lost too much. Davies wisely spun him off into *Torchwood*, a messier, more adult sandbox where Jack could fully unravel. And unravel he did, especially in “Children of Earth,” where we saw the price of immortality laid bare with unflinching cruelty.

Jack is *Who*’s Han Solo, its Dorian Gray, its Peter Pan with a death wish. He’s flirted with the Doctor, fought beside him, been rejected by him, and still saved the Earth more times than we can count. He’s the kind of character who can go toe-to-toe with Time Lords and still feel more *human* than most of them. And that’s the paradox. He began as a con artist with no memory and no allegiance. He became the man who outlived empires, timelines, and every person he ever loved. In a universe of sonic screwdrivers and regenerating aliens, Jack Harkness stands tall as the one thing even the Doctor couldn’t predict: a man who remembers *everything*.