Post by Harry Watson on Aug 8, 2013 16:55:21 GMT
Canon-ish[/i]: She's mentioned, but has yet to actually show up.
Name:[/i] Harriet Deirdre Watson, but call her Harry, please
Age:[/i] Thirty-six, apparently going on fourteen by her maturity level
Job/Occupation:[/i] Cubicle farm worker, though she claims that her vocation is as a professional capital-L Lesbian
Face Claim:[/i] Keeley Hawes
Appearance:[/i] Harry isn't abnormally tall, standing at a modest 5'8", but you would never know that from the amount of ribbing she gives her brother for being short. Her figure is generally pretty average- she has curves when she dresses to flatter them, but there's nothing of the pin-up girl or model about her. Her hair is naturally curly and mouse brown, but she seldom lets nature have its way- she's constantly experimenting with dye jobs and hairstyles. As for her face, it's pretty but nothing too special, and is beginning to show definite signs of aging. Still, no amount of crow's feet can tarnish her absolutely wicked grin. She has a small tattoo on her lower back- 'Clara' in script. She hasn't quite managed to start having it removed yet.
Personality:[/i] Harry is:
STUBBORN | Tenacity is practically a Watson family trait. Once she has made up her mind, there is no altering it. Sometimes this works out to her benefit; often, it means that she feels she can't apologize, even when she knows she's in the wrong.
IMPULSIVE | Harry is not at all the type to plan ahead- she likes to take life as it comes and to hell with the consequences. Sometimes, this works out great- she met her ex-wife, Clara, by walking right up to her and saying, "Those are the sexiest heels I've ever seen. Fancy coming out for a drink with me?" Clara was startled into a laugh, and they turned out to be a great match. Other times, not so much- her marriage to Clara ended in drunken spirals and a smashed bottle of vodka.
EASYGOING | Alcoholic dependencies aside, Harry is usually quite open and friendly towards people. She's quite laid back- though she has no real ambition in life, she's usually content with that, and keeps a sense of humor about everything.
FLIRTY | Ever since Harry discovered the joys of sex, her mind crawled into the gutter and refused to come out again. Sometimes, she can come across as brash and a bit crass, but generally her self-confidence is pretty sexy. Though she identifies as gay, she has no qualms about a little harmless flirting with men- she sees it more as banter than as anything actually sexual.
INSECURE | Although Harry profoundly hates discussing her problems, she does recognize their existence, and sometimes wonders why people stay in her life. In her more maudlin moments, she notes that for the most part, they don't.
NONCONFORMIST | Harry has never been one to care much for social norms or traditions. People have attached many labels to her over the years- from "Lipstick Lesbian" to "Shameless Hussy"- but her only response is to laugh and immediately act to the contrary.
INTELLIGENT | She's no Sherlock Holmes- not by a long shot- but she's much smarter than most people -herself included- give her credit for. She has a lot of common sense when she doesn't have to apply it to her own life, and has a knack for seeing the forest despite the trees.
History:[/i]
Harry's childhood was… well, she's inclined to say that it was ridiculously dull, and that she rebelled against her family's image from the start, but that's not exactly true. She was a happy, bright little girl, who loved her family, horses, and princesses. It's just that as she grew up, and began to realize that she would rather kiss a princess than be one, that her relationship with her parents became somewhat strained. Still, they tried hard to accept their little girl however much she pushed them away. As for her brother, John- well, she thought that he was far too serious, and would constantly try to get him to come out and have fun. Looking back on her teen years, Harry now tries to forget how many of those evenings ended with her passing out in a gutter somewhere, leaving John to try and lug her home and explain things to their parents.
After going equally wild at Uni, nearly being kicked out twice, Harry breezed through her adult life with affected nonchalance. Sure, she didn't care much for her job, but there was more to life than the nine-to-five work week. She made friends, accumulated ex-girlfriends, and generally lived a day at a time. John went off to war- Harry, never much of a patriot, wasn't sure how she felt about that, but she knew she was in no position to argue the point. Life was, generally speaking, tolerably dull.
Then came Hurricane Clara, blowing in from the west and passing directly through Harry's heart, overturning everything in her wake. Harry had been in love before, but her relationship with Clara was the most intense she had ever experienced- it left her feeling almost raw. They were married in a whirlwind, and settled down together. Until, that is, Harry felt the need to ruin it. She didn't wake up one morning and say, "Since I have found this perfect woman who loves me deeply and with whom I am happier than I have ever been in my life, I must do what I can to muck it up!" However, her thoughts did run along these lines, "This is an amazing woman who seems to know every inch of me, even the parts I hate. I need to pull back before she realizes that the cons outweigh the pros!" Distancing herself emotionally, she began to drink heavily, ultimately leading her relationship to ruin.
She still misses Clara, sometimes, and thinks that even now she might even still love her, but she hopes that the other woman found happiness elsewhere. Life goes on, though, and John came back from Afghanistan, toting a shoulder wound and a case of PTSD. She began to follow his blog more for a lark than anything- a chance for some sisterly teasing. However, when he moved in with Sherlock Holmes, her baby brother's life took a turn for the weird. Harry still isn't sure how much of what John writes is true, and she can't even begin to guess what he must leave out, but she does know one thing for certain: she loves her little brother, and if he believes that Sherlock Holmes was brilliant, she's prepared to trust his judgement over that of everyone else in England.
RP Sample:[/i]
Harry snorted. People really ought to listen to themselves.
This thought was a recurring one for Harriet Watson. Currently, it was inspired by the over-muscled twenty-something currently trying to chat her up. Ordinarily, this would not bother her- indeed, though she wasn't attracted to men, she was usually flattered by the attention. It was an affirmation that she had still "got it," as it were. However, this one was really starting to irk her. She certainly didn't need a man to 'change her mind,' or whatever nonsense he was spouting. Honestly, it was downright insulting, the insinuation that she couldn't be counted upon to know her own mind about her sexuality. She was closer to forty than thirty, thank you very much, and she had experienced all she needed to of men before she hit twenty.
To her immense relief, the coffee finally finished brewing. She briefly contemplated tossing it over her unsavory suitor- was his name Fred or Ted? She had quite forgotten- but dismissed it. She was at the office- the last thing she needed was to be fired for losing her temper. Instead, she settled for pouring herself a cup and waiting for Ned? to do likewise. She waited for him to take a gulp of the scalding beverage, before saying, "Thanks for the advice. I'll answer how I always do to men like you- go stick your bits in a wood chipper."
Smirking, she turned on her heel and strode back to her desk. After work today, she'd go to her favorite coffee shop and flirt with the barista- this experience had almost ruined both flirting and coffee for her, and she really couldn't have that.
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