Post by dr. john watson on Dec 27, 2010 14:23:17 GMT -5
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your name ooc: Kamtos
your age: 20s
experience: 5 years
what do you hear?: Nothin' but the rain
ALL ABOUT THEM!
character name: John Watson
canon: Sherlock (BBC)
canon point: 1st Season
important history: John Watson was born in the countryside of England to generally conservative parents. He later became rather estranged from them, but it was probably because of this early lifestyle that he learned so much of his virtues. From a young age he took care of his sister Harriet and the two were always close. He was fairly popular throughout his school years; known for being a rugby star and a lady-killer.
It was around the time he graduated that his family found out about his sister’s lesbianism. She was shunned away from many of their family members and Watson followed her out in support. She had also begun drinking at this time and he helped her get though it. The two had been living together still when Harry became ill. John had always felt that her safety was his responsibility, and when he couldn’t do anything to help her he took it to heart. She had been helped by doctors and once fully recovered he went off to London to go to medical school.
Saying he loved life there would be an understatement. Living and schooling in a big city was thrilling, and he simply never ran out of things to do. Once he graduated he found himself going off the war. He was a trained doctor and fighter and for the first time was able to actively engage in the service and protection of his friends.
He was stationed in Afghanistan and served for many months before being injured. While on the field he took a shot it the shoulder, as well as a more minor injury to his leg. He was treated by the nurse Bill Murray on the spot, and then sent home. Home took him back to London, because there was no place he’d felt more like himself.
But he wasn’t being paid much and there was no way he’d be able to keep up that lifestyle. He was also out of work and still recovering. He had been looking for a flatmate but times just couldn’t have been more inconvenient. Apparently though there was someone as difficult to live with out there as him. And they had a mutual friend.
Moving in the Sherlock was probably the most interesting thing he’d ever done. Nothing, even war, had been so unpredictable. He hadn’t known he was signing up o be a murder consultant’s consultant. And, as annoyed as he may have gotten sometimes, he loved every minute of it.
character age: 8 September 1973 (age 37)
face claim: Martin Freeman
notable weaknesses:
Not being able to save people
Life without the thrill of macabre
Seeing Sherlock in trouble
notable strengths/abilities:
Sherlock
Former Military
Expert Marksman
Doctor
general personality: Watson has always been a man of strong morals and principles. Compassionate, courageous, loyal; he sometimes feels the need to take situations straight into his own hands. He has a strong love for excitement, even an addiction to danger. It’s the main reason he loves the intense lifestyle of London.
He won’t stand for anyone being hurt when he could do something about it, but he shows a particular protectiveness over his younger sister Harriet and his flat mate Sherlock. He scolds them for putting themselves in harms way so often, though he doesn’t necessarily follow his own advice.
He’s actually a rather smart man, but of course nothing compared to Holmes’ brilliance. However he does prove an important asset to many of their cases, seeing more obvious or more people oriented clues that a social life kept him accustomed to. He’s had his fair share of relationships, and then maybe some.
He hates being bored just as much as Sherlock does, and the thought of doing nothing with his life is antagonizingly unappealing. The war in Afghanistan brought him back to London, affected him quite a bit physically and mentally, but didn’t dull his need for adventure.
anything else important about your character: optional
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sample rp post AS YOUR CHARACTER:
“Danger pretty normal for you then? Don’t tell me you do this sort of thing for fun!” Again, John felt that he could have laughed. It did sound rather bad when she put it that way. But she was right. That he had to admit. “Very normal. I wouldn’t necessarily call it fun though. My flat mate is a detective and I was in the army.” It seemed like that was enough of an explanation, at least for him. Besides, he had enough sense to see she was working and who knew if her multitasking skills were up to par. Well, maybe he did. Considering she just turned to him and smiled.
“A doctor shouldn’t pursue his patients’ hobbies. Someone’s got to take care of the causalities.” she said. This time he did chuckle. “You make a good point, Though I’d like to think I manage both fairly well. You see, there aren’t all that many casualties in a small clinic in London.” And that’s where he was this morning. Wishing something interesting would happen. And just his darned luck, here it was. In the form of this girl.
As she again became lost either in her thought or her work, he let his mind drift back to Sherlock. While he didn’t know exactly what she sent him, he knew Sherlock would interpret it wrong. Well, wrong meaning right. He’d see straight into the situation and was probably already on his way over. And Portia was finishing up. Finishing any time now with whatever… there. Now. “Because when we open those doors, we’re going to have to fight to live.” Those words. A moment to live for. Being a doctor, he was well aware how adrenaline worked, almost like a drug in your body. From your mind to your body actually. And at a speed that only science could prove possible. It was personal experience and that alone that led to to accept human nature over science. Things no amount of school ever would have prepared him for. But he could do them any way.
He was a little confused as she went on. Anyone she likes. There was that implication he’d taken to disregarding earlier. He probably should be disregarding it a little longer, but this wasn’t exactly a normal day at the clinic. Exceptions galore. What was another one? “You’re forgiven. Nothing to apologize for in the first place.” Though the seriousness remained from the situation, he gave her a look of assurance. It probably would have been normal too, but he didn’t blame her nor was he even upset about the situation. He simply planned on assisting as much as he could and getting them and everyone else out with no harm. That’s what he was planning on when he opened the door.
Only a few fewer seconds and everything he’d assumed would have been spot on. Of course, Sherlock had been left out of the calculations to this point. Foolish mistake on his part. Already there, in the clinic, taking out the group of thugs with absolute ease. Of course, it wasn’t really a surprise. This was Sherlock, and he was basically spelling out the obvious that affected everyone in the room other than himself. And it hadn’t taken too long at all before he was walking down the hall to him and Portia.
"What do you think?" Truthfully, now that it was all over, he was slightly disappointed. Finally accepted that something interesting was going to happen, and didn’t get to participate at all. He didn’t like it, but he was standing with an expert hacker who just underwent attempted assassination and his flat mate that just used his unusual powers of deduction to take out said assassins. He had the medical degree. And by default, he was the responsible one. So he just needed to get over it. “Well, afternoon Sherlock. I see you’ve found something to keep yourself entertained.” He found himself smiling slightly, because involved or not, that had been rather impressive to watch.
