Post by Dr. John Watson on Jan 20, 2010 18:50:31 GMT -5
``John Watson~
[/font]yo, Amanda here.
i came here from the New Age, Narnia proboards
and i joined because I really liked the movie, fell in love with it, and I wanted to try something new, and plus I love Watson to death xD, and I think I going to read the books now
i've circled the sun 18 times and about 5 years of them have been spent roleplaying
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``elementary~
birth name~John Watson
nicknames~None
age && date of birth~38 August 7th
gender~Male
sexuality~Straight
occupation~Doctor
canon / original~ Canon
``case file~
hair color~Brown
eye color~blue
height~5’8
weight~170
physical flaws~ Small scar along his back and on his leg from the time he was shot, cuasing him to walk with a limp.
general appearance~
The good doctor stands around 5’9 and weights about 170 pounds. He has bright blue eyes that make it hard to not look into the doctor’s eyes. He has brown hair that is cut short and has been like that ever since he was in the military. You will find that Watson is very clean cut and well dressed.
Watson used to be an athlete, which he once played rugby for Blackheath, but he fears his physical condition has declined since that point. He generally wears very nice, though non-expensive, clothing and is often portrayed having a moustache.
He has strongly built, of a stature either average or slightly above average, with a thick, strong neck. Watson used to be an athlete, as it is mentioned that he once played rugby for Blackheath, but he fears his physical condition has declined since that point.
Watson often uses his service revolver in the cases. He is a crack shot, apparently a better marksman than Holmes. You will never see Watson without a hat, every where he goes he's wearing a hat of some kind, the only time you don't see Watson wearing a hat, is when he's out for dinner or the rare time here and there.
You never see Watson in his army uniform because it brings back to many dark times and he can even bring himself to pull in out of the box in his closet. And it will stay there. Watson always carries around his cane, though it might look like a cane to most people, it cuts a blade within it, only secret to Mary, Holmes and himself. Watson walks with a limp, because of his old wound, which is why he needs a cane.
``trifles~
likes~
-Reading
-Listening to Muisc
-Holmes
-His dog
-His wife Mary
-Working with Holmes
-Gambling from time to time
-A drink here and there
dislikes~
-Holmes (Only sometimes, knows how to push Watson's buttons)
-Holmes Violin playing, mostly in the morning
-Holmes wearing his cloths
-Holmes lack of showering, and he some times smells
-People telling him he can't do things
-Seeing Holmes the way he is sometimes
-Not being able to help all the time
-Almost being kill so many times he's lost count
habits~
-Always giving into Holmes litte tricks, like when he left his gun one time, just to make Watson follow after him
-Saying the worng thing when he doesn't mean it
-Jumping right in there and not looking everything through, like when he didn't see the wire and blew up the whole dock
weaknesses~
-Holmes is his biggest weakness
-His love for Mary
-Not being able to see everything Holmes can see
-Anyone that he holds dear to him, he would hate to see them get hurt
-His terrible nightmares he has once and awhile
strengths~
-His good shot with a gun
-His skills as a Doctor
-He can stand Holmes (only sometimes)
-Trys his best at everything
goals~
-To live a nice and peaceful life with Mary
-To try and keep in word with Holmes, though it brakes his heart
-To try and live a normal life
secrets~
There are only a few secrets Watson has keep from Holmes and his wife Mary. One is his terrible nightmares he has. Visons of war come to his mind every time he sleep, and to help bring his mind to ease he drinks. Its a problem he finds just as bad as gambling. With is another secret he keeps. Other than that Watson is pretty open.
overall personality~
There are many different things that make Watson who he is. Many would say that John is a very intelligent man, even if he couldn't follow the Great Sherlock's Holmes mind with things. But he sees himself as somewhat of a competent detective in his own right, actively helping Holmes seek out clues and making deductions. He is a very skilled medical professional, breaking many cases because of his knowledge of many things to do with medical. He is a brave man, though you might not think the doctor is. He is very brave, willing to take anything that comes his way. Near death can do that to come one. Though Holmes really doesn't know, is what Watson is willing to do anything for him. There was been many times that the two friends have been close to death, and got out alive. Watson fells that if he need to jump in front of Holmes if someone was to shoot him, he would. London needs Sherlock Holmes more then they need Doctor Watson. It's Holmes that does most of the work, and if Holmes were to be out of the picture then London would fall into darkness, but Watson has never told Holmes this.
``evidence~
hometown~London
current town~In another flat somewhere, but came back to London for a visit
parents~Father was unknown, Emily Watson (Mother,dead)
siblings~None
pets~ His dog
other relatives~Sherlock Holmes (is like a brother)
history~
John Watson was born on August 7, 1852. He lived a simple life. Grew up not knowing who his father was. He went through school very well. He was pretty good all the subjects, and John loved to study the human body. So he went and took his medical degree at the University of London in 1878. Before training as an army surgeon, after many months, he was qualified and he was attached to the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as a assistant surgeon. His regiment was in India at the time, but before he could go join it the second Afghan war broke out. When they got to Bombay, John had learned that his corps at made there way deep into the enemy's country.
He followed with many other officers that were in the same situation. They succeeded in making ti to Candahar in safety where John found his regiment and he entered hi new duties. He was reattached to the Berkshire's, but John was wounded by a Jezail bullet during the Battle of Mainwand. He barely escaped death, thanks to his orderly Murray, who managed to evacuate him behind the British lines. While Watson was recovering in a base hospital in Peshawar he contracted enteric fever and after many months of near death and then convalescing he was brought back to Britain in 1891, where he sought work and lodgings. He was looking to share accommodation to cut the costs, and this was the first time he meet Sherlock Holmes. Holmes and Watson became very good friend, you could even say they were like brother, but not related by blood but bond. John accompanied Holmes on cases and became his unofficial chronicler.
After this Watson and Holmes work many cases together. But that was stopped when John meet Mary Morstan, a wonderful young women. John planned on marrying Mary and moving away with her. Watson was happy, but he knew that Holmes wasn't going to like the idea. They had a case that dealed with Lord Black wood, they got him and he was to be hung. Watson himself gave the approval for his death, that the man was dead. Watson was making all the things ready to ask Mary to marry him. That was until Black wood came back from the dead some how, and Watson judgment was on the line. Through he had said that it had been there last case, Holmes made it hard for Watson to said no, and Holmes knew Watson to well, and he knew that Watson would follow behind him one way or another.
John told Holmes that after this case, it would be the final one before he left. Well the were trying to see how Black wood came back from the dead, they found Irene's red haired little friend. Irene was the only women Holmes ever looked at and Watson didn't know why, maybe more of an obsessed than anything. She was the only women to ever trick Holmes on more than one time. When there so close to getting Black wood, Watson not having a good as eye as Holmes didn't see the wire, and tripped over it, causing the whole dock to blow up, and causing Watson to get wounded. When Watson was well, he came back and him, Holmes and Irene, went to stop Black wood plans of killing everyone in parliament. Everything worked out in the end, and Black wood was dead for real this time, and Watson said his goodbye's to Holmes, wondering how his dearest friend would take him leaving. John and Mary moved to the country side and lived peaceful of awhile. But Watson grew tried and bored. Missing his old life, he packed up some things and headed to London, missing his old life, and missing Holmes. He hopes he made the right choice to come back to London.
``east wind~
rp sample~
A coin rolled idly between the rough fingers of the pirate. His dark gaze centred not on the shiny object but on the remains of what had once been a full tankard of ale, but now contained less than a mouthful of the liquid. The grimy glass object sat on a filthy, dented table in the corner of the room, his free hand resting upon its edge. He did not care about the filth; in fact, he barely noticed it. Just as he did not see how empty his tankard had become. His mind was much, much further away, focused upon a nothingness that had become his companion ever since he had abandoned the sea.
Abruptly, the captain's head jerked up, looked around warily, having returned to the moment. While the tavern was brightly lit, his position in a secluded corner offered some privacy and some shadow. He sat alone, his legs stretched out beneath the table, his posture one of relaxation, even if he was anything but. One could not be cautious enough in such a place; it was all too easy to get one's throat cut, although it was much more dangerous in the ports. If there was not a brawl in every tavern every night in a port, then it was considered a quiet night. This was very calm, controlled, in comparison, and yet it carried a sense of much more danger than the ports ever had.
Mostly that came from the knowledge that at any point he might be hauled off for a dawn appointment with the gallows. Any number of people here might recognise him as the pirate that he was. In the ports, no one ever turned anyone in, since most of them were involved in some form of illicit business and so knew that they risked getting turned in themselves. Here, people had no such qualms. For all he knew, any number of the patrons of this tavern could be authorities in disguise. But they could also all be innocent.
Again, his eyes scanned the room, pausing upon people of interest. A woman was selling her services to a pair of men by the bar. A hunter was telling wild stories, stories that grew louder and wilder with every drink that his compatriots pushed upon him. The bar maid dodged the hands of drunken men, cleverly telling them off as she went about serving drinks. A man started up with some music in a far corner, but was quickly silenced. One brutish looking man swung a fist at another; other men quickly took advantage of the hit to start their own brawls.
Disgusted with everyones' behaviours, the pirate returned his gaze to his almost-empty tankard and set his coin upon the tabletop. He could afford another drink; it never affected him as it did most men, so it would not bother him the following morning. He raised a hand to get the attention of the barmaid, then stared at his tankard once again. The noise of the brawl seemed not to bother him. In fact, he barely noted it. For once, he was looking for company of some sort, and yet was not getting any. Just my luck...It was times like these you wished Holmes was here..
anything else~None