Post by Dr John Watson on Oct 20, 2012 18:33:52 GMT
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Name: Dr John Hamish Watson
Age: 38 (?)
Job/Occupation: Former Army Doctor and served as a Captain in the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. Now assistant to Sherlock Holmes.
Appearance: Jumpers, oh how he loves his jumpers. He has a military hairstyle, blonde and gray streaks which look very floppy when he just woke up. 5 ft 6.5 inches. Prefers pants, not sheets. Likes slippers and robes; he prefers the robes to be striped. Actually he prefers most of his clothes to be stripped; just not the pants... oh god no. Likes the colour blue.
Personality: People always ask him how he puts up with Sherlock Holmes... he blogs. John is brave, resourceful and practical. He has sense of humour, which also helps putting up with Sherlock Holmes; whom he cares greatly about. He’s fiercely loyal to the Consulting Detective, but will usually (but not always) do what Sherlock tells him to do. He cares a great deal about that man’s wellbeing even though Sherlock really doesn’t.
While Sherlock’s very vocal about his lack of stimulation, John deals with it much better than he does. The difference being that John withdraws into a shell and shows strong tendencies towards depression (possibly exacerbated by his post-traumatic issues). John is extremely proficient with firearms, far more so than Sherlock and Lestrade due to his Military career. He is able to judge distance and is a very accurate shooter.
Easily frustrated with very simple things in life if he’s not able to do them correctly. He usually deals with this by having a cup of tea, as he does when dealing with most things. He’s a bit of a woman’s man having had a long string of girlfriends. He’s very proper and a true gentleman and often makes excuses for Sherlock’s bad behaviour. He’s caring, and the type of guy you can call in the middle of the night for a favour.
He’s a true Brit, being patriotic and loyally watching shows like Doctor Who and East Enders. The Beatles are the best band in the world, end of story.
History: After he returned home from Afghanistan he was instructed by his psychiatrist to keep a blog about his day to day life. In the beginning he had nothing to write about, claiming that nothing ever happened to him. But after he met Sherlock Holmes when looking for a flat in London (Thanks Mike Stamford) that all changed.
John Watson was trained at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital as a British Army Doctor. He was deployed to Afghanistan where he served until being shot in the shoulder. He recovered from the physical wound, but was left with psychological trauma: a psychosomatic limp in his leg and an intermittent tremor in his left (dominant) hand. The limp was bad enough to require a cane to help walk and shortly thereafter he was discharged from service. Sherlock proved that his limp was psychosomatic and therefore he doesn’t use a cane or limp anymore.
After moving in with Sherlock, John was basically abducted by Mycroft Holmes, who wanted John to spy on Sherlock for money, (bad Mycroft, bad) which John declined. The tremor in his hand disappeared when confronted with danger, which Mycroft remarked as him missing the war. This changed John’s outlook on working with Sherlock, also made him realize, as they went, that what Mycroft said was true.
Since then John’s been blogging about their cases, and has been garnering some popularity with the members of Scotland Yard and also, the Consulting Criminal, Jim Moriarty. John was later kidnapped by Moriarty, which seems to happen a lot, and used as the final victim in a confrontation with Sherlock Holmes. Both him and Sherlock was saved by a phone call from the mysterious Irene Adler, thank god.
They solved several cases thereafter, which he also blogs about, (this man blogs like there is no tomorrow) one including Irene Adler and their fame grew rapidly. But after another case involving Jim Moriarty, Sherlock’s reputation was ruined and in the end Sherlock ended up faking his death. John, on the other hand, not knowing of this bloody plan, was absolutely distraught. Despite people claiming Sherlock was a fraud and that Moriarty wasn’t real, John never believed any of it.
Now, when Sherlock returned to the land of the living, John was 1) bloody furious, and 2) relieved beyond belief. But he also punched the living crap out of the man for putting him through all that rubbish.
So now here they are, back in the old routine, drinking tea and going on cases and, of course, blogging. Sherlock and John also grew closer together, or John would like to think so, and often, in past, current and most likely future, he would be texted by Sherlock to go buy milk. Which he then, reluctantly, does.
Anything else: The writer of this wonderful man ships Johnlock. Just saying. Anyway, John used to play clarinet at school and loves cookies, watch out Karen’s plot page. The writer of this wondrous blogger’s also the best friend of thee Karen’s writer and also loves cookies, so double watch out Karen and her writer. I WAS PROMISED COOKIES IF I DO THIS!
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Name: Dr John Hamish Watson
Age: 38 (?)
Job/Occupation: Former Army Doctor and served as a Captain in the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. Now assistant to Sherlock Holmes.
Appearance: Jumpers, oh how he loves his jumpers. He has a military hairstyle, blonde and gray streaks which look very floppy when he just woke up. 5 ft 6.5 inches. Prefers pants, not sheets. Likes slippers and robes; he prefers the robes to be striped. Actually he prefers most of his clothes to be stripped; just not the pants... oh god no. Likes the colour blue.
Personality: People always ask him how he puts up with Sherlock Holmes... he blogs. John is brave, resourceful and practical. He has sense of humour, which also helps putting up with Sherlock Holmes; whom he cares greatly about. He’s fiercely loyal to the Consulting Detective, but will usually (but not always) do what Sherlock tells him to do. He cares a great deal about that man’s wellbeing even though Sherlock really doesn’t.
While Sherlock’s very vocal about his lack of stimulation, John deals with it much better than he does. The difference being that John withdraws into a shell and shows strong tendencies towards depression (possibly exacerbated by his post-traumatic issues). John is extremely proficient with firearms, far more so than Sherlock and Lestrade due to his Military career. He is able to judge distance and is a very accurate shooter.
Easily frustrated with very simple things in life if he’s not able to do them correctly. He usually deals with this by having a cup of tea, as he does when dealing with most things. He’s a bit of a woman’s man having had a long string of girlfriends. He’s very proper and a true gentleman and often makes excuses for Sherlock’s bad behaviour. He’s caring, and the type of guy you can call in the middle of the night for a favour.
He’s a true Brit, being patriotic and loyally watching shows like Doctor Who and East Enders. The Beatles are the best band in the world, end of story.
History: After he returned home from Afghanistan he was instructed by his psychiatrist to keep a blog about his day to day life. In the beginning he had nothing to write about, claiming that nothing ever happened to him. But after he met Sherlock Holmes when looking for a flat in London (Thanks Mike Stamford) that all changed.
John Watson was trained at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital as a British Army Doctor. He was deployed to Afghanistan where he served until being shot in the shoulder. He recovered from the physical wound, but was left with psychological trauma: a psychosomatic limp in his leg and an intermittent tremor in his left (dominant) hand. The limp was bad enough to require a cane to help walk and shortly thereafter he was discharged from service. Sherlock proved that his limp was psychosomatic and therefore he doesn’t use a cane or limp anymore.
After moving in with Sherlock, John was basically abducted by Mycroft Holmes, who wanted John to spy on Sherlock for money, (bad Mycroft, bad) which John declined. The tremor in his hand disappeared when confronted with danger, which Mycroft remarked as him missing the war. This changed John’s outlook on working with Sherlock, also made him realize, as they went, that what Mycroft said was true.
Since then John’s been blogging about their cases, and has been garnering some popularity with the members of Scotland Yard and also, the Consulting Criminal, Jim Moriarty. John was later kidnapped by Moriarty, which seems to happen a lot, and used as the final victim in a confrontation with Sherlock Holmes. Both him and Sherlock was saved by a phone call from the mysterious Irene Adler, thank god.
They solved several cases thereafter, which he also blogs about, (this man blogs like there is no tomorrow) one including Irene Adler and their fame grew rapidly. But after another case involving Jim Moriarty, Sherlock’s reputation was ruined and in the end Sherlock ended up faking his death. John, on the other hand, not knowing of this bloody plan, was absolutely distraught. Despite people claiming Sherlock was a fraud and that Moriarty wasn’t real, John never believed any of it.
Now, when Sherlock returned to the land of the living, John was 1) bloody furious, and 2) relieved beyond belief. But he also punched the living crap out of the man for putting him through all that rubbish.
So now here they are, back in the old routine, drinking tea and going on cases and, of course, blogging. Sherlock and John also grew closer together, or John would like to think so, and often, in past, current and most likely future, he would be texted by Sherlock to go buy milk. Which he then, reluctantly, does.
Anything else: The writer of this wonderful man ships Johnlock. Just saying. Anyway, John used to play clarinet at school and loves cookies, watch out Karen’s plot page. The writer of this wondrous blogger’s also the best friend of thee Karen’s writer and also loves cookies, so double watch out Karen and her writer. I WAS PROMISED COOKIES IF I DO THIS!
RP Sample:
Absolutely nothing came to mind as John sat in front of his desk, staring desperately at the blank Word document. The words usually flowed so easily, but Sherlock was gone so nothing was easy any more. He couldn’t even drink tea, go buy milk or sleep under sheets without being reminded of his absence. Hell, he couldn’t even think about the Queen.
He slammed down the laptop’s screen onto the keyboard of letters that just didn’t want to form words. Words that didn’t have sentences to form. Just nothing. Before Sherlock, nothing ever happened to him. After Sherlock, nothing ever happens to him. People can’t miss something they never had, but John had it, and it slipped through his fingers. Sometimes, in desperate hours when he couldn’t sleep, his pillow damp, he would wish that he had never met Sherlock, so he wouldn’t be able to miss anything. But then he’d realise where he was; 221B Baker Street. He’d realise where he would have been if he had never met the Consulting Detective. And the thought was even more unbearable.
He visited Sherlock’s grave way too often, he was told, by Molly whose eyes were always swimming with too much sympathy than John could bare. He’d go home to see the same shade of pity in Mrs Hudson’s eyes, as he did earlier when he came from the shop, milk in hand. He had ignored the amputated head – that he really did have to get rid off at some point, to be honest – and put the milk away. John had then plopped down in front of his laptop, and the rest, as they say, is history.
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