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OOC:
Name: RM
Personal LJ or DW: zinthos @ LJ / galatea @ DW
Email: ishidaaaugh@gmail.com
Other Contact: katoptron @ plurk, ariesAutomaton @ AIM
Characters You Play/Have Played in Thusia: Librarian, Ginko, and Shin
Will You Need a DW Code?: Nope!
IC:
Character Name: Dr. John Watson
Canon: Sherlock (BBC modernization)
AU/OC/Previous Game: None of the above.
Age: Somewhere in his thirties.
Appearance: A soldier and a doctor, with the mannerisms of both. Eighteen months of going on adventures with Sherlock Holmes has reduced his tan but certainly not his level of fitness, given how often he ends up running after his partner. Pale-haired and somewhat on the short side of average, especially compared to Sherlock’s wiry build. The wound that brought him home from Afghanistan resulted in him having a psychosomatic limp for a while, though that was also forced out of him by running with Sherlock. Recent events have left him somewhat thinner and unhappier than usual, though not to the point of illness.
Cause of Death: An entirely ordinary car crash.
Impact of Death: Before his death, Watson was at something of a loss for what to do with his life. He’d recently lost his best friend, who until that point had occupied nearly every corner of Watson’s life, up to and including his string of failed dates. And while dying suddenly will certainly be hard to take, ultimately the issues that Watson has to grapple with are the same ones that he had to deal with in life: what does he do now that Sherlock’s gone? Death may even come as something of a relief, given that he believes Sherlock to be dead (and thus they might meet each other again in Thusia). It’ll depend on how he settles in.
References Link: Sherlock BBC wiki page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_(TV_series)
John Watson’s IC blog: http://www.johnwatsonblog.co.uk/
Character Info: Before Watson met Sherlock Holmes, he was an army doctor serving in Afghanistan. A bullet to the shoulder took him out of duty and back to London, where he found himself too poor to afford a flat of his own. But a happy coincidence saw him bumping into an old medical school friend of his, who introduced him to another young man similarly in need of a roommate. That man was Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and high-functioning sociopath. Within minutes of meeting Watson, Holmes had figured out everything about the doctor, from Watson’s recent return from Afghanistan down to his relationship with his sister (though Holmes hadn’t quite gotten the sibling’s sex right). And within a few hours, Watson found himself assisting Holmes’ investigation of a series of murders. They quickly fell into what would be a familiar pattern for them: Holmes goes off on a wildly brilliant hunt for clues, Watson provides moral and sometimes physical support, and everyone else thinks they’re a married couple. The first case culminated with Holmes tracking down the poisoner, alone, while Watson tried desperately to keep up. In the end, he shot the poisoner rather than let Holmes risk being killed.
The two of them continued to take cases at their shared flat in 221B Baker Street, with Holmes doing most of the brilliant deduction work while Watson backed him up. Afterwards, Watson would blog about the affair online, which eventually attracted quite a bit of attention from the internet at large. Their relationship was often grating to Watson, given how much of a pain in the ass Sherlock usually was, but ultimately Watson always came back to their relationship, no matter how bad the argument had been. (Sometimes Sherlock even apologized.) Things might have continued in this way had not several of their cases entangled them with a criminal mastermind known as Moriarty. His influence had been felt ever since their very first case together, as Moriarty had been the financial backer for the poisoner’s serial killings. However, they did not meet the man face-to-face until the villain decided to get at Sherlock with a series of bombings, culminating with Watson himself as the final hostage. There they met with the bastard himself — only for him to let them go unexpectedly. That was because Moriarty ultimately had other, more far-reaching plans in mind. Holmes (and Watson) continued to solve mysteries for quite some time, getting an incredible reputation for figuring out the most difficult of mysteries from the smallest of clues. Moriarty’s plan, then, was to discredit Sherlock so completely that the public would believe that Moriarty himself didn’t exist — that Sherlock had invented him in order to gain fame and fortune. He even managed to convince the public … but not Watson, whose belief in Sherlock never wavered for a moment. Moriarty’s ultimate goal was to make Sherlock commit suicide in the face of all the disgrace he had heaped on Sherlock’s name. Naturally, that didn’t quite work out, so Moriarty had insurance: if Sherlock did not commit suicide, then all of three of his friends (especially Watson) would be shot dead. Sherlock was forced to jump off a building in front of Watson, thus finishing Moriarty’s scheme and apparently killing himself.
Watson, of course, was devastated. Here was the man he had spent eighteen months of his life with, and whom he had come to be very fond of, despite all the irritation and violin playing and shooting walls at three in the morning. Given time, he might have snapped out of his depressive funk and moved on, but life didn’t work out that way for him. A few short weeks after Sherlock’s funeral, he was on his way to visit his sister Harriet when the cab he was riding in crashed into another car. The resulting injuries were bad enough to kill him before help could arrive.
Dr. John Watson is an intelligent, capable man who has the misfortune to be constantly outshone by his utterly brilliant partner. He’s the heart to Holmes’ brain, the moral support for his wild eccentricities. Watson is always the “straight” man in their relationship, being a more normal perspective on the abnormal crap happening all around him. He’s not always on the right track, deductively speaking, but his head is always firmly attached to his shoulders. He is often the voice of reason when things start to get wacky, though usually Sherlock isn’t in the mood to hear it (and is ultimately right not to.) As a result, Watson is often frustrated and a bit grumpy, though he brightens somewhat around people who aren’t brilliant assholes. Still, it’s Watson who tries to calm Sherlock down with logic when he’s been drugged; it’s Watson who helps give direction to Sherlock’s theories, however unknowingly. Watson also becomes something of an interpreter for Holmes’ idiosyncracies, especially when they offend everyone around them (which happens pretty much all the time.) He’s a kind, compassionate man who is usually quite gentle with the clients they meet with, or at least waaaay gentler than his partner is. He’s also exceptionally loyal; once he makes a friend he believes in them completely, no matter how much of a dickhead they are. He would give his life for a close friend if he had to, gladly. And he rushes to the side of his friends if he hears they’re in trouble, no matter how stupid or dangerous it might be for him.
This isn’t to say the man doesn’t have some issues of his own, however. Most pressing are his trust issues, which were strongly exacerbated by his time in Afghanistan and now by Sherlock’s apparent suicide. The entire reason why he couldn’t get a roommate was because he struggled with trusting anyone, especially his own sister (who had drinking problems of her own). But Sherlock was different; Sherlock won him over almost immediately in terms of trust, if not in terms of personality. Sherlock’s influence ultimately allowed Watson to start trusting people again, starting with the crazy bastard putting bullets into the walls of their flat. Thus, his apparent suicide has forced him to take several steps back on that front. Watson also has a strong itch for action and adventure, whether he can admit that or not. He gets a nervous tremor when he /isn’t/ in danger, and his gambling tendencies start to come back when he doesn’t have enough to do. The feeling of purpose that he had while living with Holmes has abruptly been yanked out from underneath him again, leaving him sensitive to the overwhelming boredom that accompanies daily life. This will result in him going out and seeking dangerous situations eventually, no matter how responsible he might seem when scolding others about doing stupid shit.
In short, Watson is a smart, responsible if often exasperated man who is a wee bit codependent with Sherlock and feeling his loss pretty hard right now.
Old Game Info: N/A
Abilities (before Powercap): Watson is pretty handy with a gun, given his soldier background. He’s also an excellent medical doctor, though that will be limited by the lack of supplies available in Thusia. Otherwise he’s an ordinary guy with no particular physical talents, save those granted by being in good health and good shape.
Abilities (after Powercap): Same as before.
Items Brought In: + A gun with one cartridge’s worth of ammunition (formerly placed carefully in his suitcase, but the suitcase didn’t come with him.)
+A small laptop in its case, with his notebook and a computer mouse stuffed into one of the pockets. Swapping this out for his camera phone.
Samples:
3rd Person
His first thought, upon waking up, was how blissfully clear his head felt. No agonizing splits in his skull, no cooling puddles of blood, not even the fog of painkillers to muddle his senses. He sat up dazedly, as if from an exceptionally restful nap. This isn’t right, he thought. And not just because of the unfamiliar surroundings - he had gotten used to waking up in strange places - but because of the doubt needling at the back of his head. The feeling that he had forgotten something terribly important.
Falling asleep against the window - a hideous noise - the impact -
Watson jolted to his feet. Even with his head cracked open, he’d realized exactly how much blood he’d lost, how very narrow the margin for living would be, if it were even possible. And yet here he was in a strange place, not even medicated. He lifted his head to his temple to feel for wounds or even scars, but nothing greeted his fingertips except smooth skin. He was alive and well and completely uninjured. So then - what did that mean?
You see, but you do not observe. Sherlock’s voice came unbidden to the front of his mind, bringing with it a now-familiar chill of hollowness. If Sherlock was here, what would he perceive? The obvious conclusion was that he was miraculously alive and uninjured, but given the lack of scars, and coupled with the strange, almost alien surroundings …
“Oh God,” he said, his hand feeling for the wall to brace himself. “Am I dead?” It seemed improbable. Infinitely so. But surviving that crash was an impossibility, which meant that this was the only explanation that remained. Oh, Sherlock would have been proud, though Watson couldn’t bring himself to feel all that good about it. “Dead then,” he said. “Can’t say I expected the pearly gates. But this isn’t it either.” Sherlock would have taken issue at that, surely. Would have immediately gone to examine the walls, figure out exactly what kind of afterlife this…
Watson nearly sat down with the force of his own realization. If this was the afterlife, then perhaps Sherlock was here. Examining the walls even, or questioning whoever passed for St. Peter. And if Sherlock wasn’t here, all the better. He straightened up, feeling a bit better for the purpose even if the situation still seemed entirely ridiculous. “Right,” he said, catching his breath. “Let’s find out.”
Survey
Introduce yourself in a few sentences.
Dr. John Watson, nice to meet you. Though perhaps it’s a little disingenuous to include the “doctor” title right now. I’ve been between practices for a while now.
Describe yourself physically.
Not much to look at, I suppose. Fair hair, dark eyes. Used to have a limp, but that’s all cleared up now. I’ve got a black jacket that I’m greatly fond of, especially given all the scrapes it’s gone through.
What was your childhood like?
My sister and I never really got on. The drinking came later, of course, but - well - we weren’t exactly on speaking terms before then anyway. Er, otherwise something of a normal childhood otherwise? Nothing to complain about, certainly.
Who is most important to you, and why?
Ah. Well. Sherlock Holmes is … He was my best friend. The most brilliant man I ever met, though he could be bloody stupid about people sometimes. Must have walked off from him dozens of times, when he’d gotten to be too much to handle. But now he’s gone. And I didn’t realize how much my life revolved around him until this … this gap. Absurd, really.
What's your biggest pet peeve?
God, where do I start? How about people who shoot the walls with my gun when they get bored? Or leaving his chemistry experiments out all over the kitchen table? Or the thumbs in the refrigerator? Or asking me to come over, take his phone out of his own damn pocket and write a text for him. Sherlock was a master of pet peeves.
Do you consider yourself an optimist or a pessimist? Why?
Sherlock would say both of those mindsets are ridiculous and delusional. I would say that I prefer to believe the best of people, except that he’s trained that out of me by now.
Where, or how, did you learn your most important skills?
Guess that depends on what you mean by “most important.” I got my medical degree from the University of London and my marksmanship from the army, but … learning to deal and keep up with Sherlock Holmes are - were my most important skills. And that’s a matter of experience.
Do you think world peace is possible?
Considering how many awful things happen in the world every day? Not really. … he really has trained the optimism out of me …
Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
There’s no such thing as avoiding conflict when you’re living with a self-described sociopath. But I guess I try to avoid arguments if I can, yeah.
What turns you on the most?
Again, I could probably tell you this if I hadn’t been living with Sherlock for the past eighteen months. Despite what everyone else seems to think.
Anything else you'd like to say?
No, no. I think this’s been enough already.
Name: RM
Personal LJ or DW: zinthos @ LJ / galatea @ DW
Email: ishidaaaugh@gmail.com
Other Contact: katoptron @ plurk, ariesAutomaton @ AIM
Characters You Play/Have Played in Thusia: Librarian, Ginko, and Shin
Will You Need a DW Code?: Nope!
IC:
Character Name: Dr. John Watson
Canon: Sherlock (BBC modernization)
AU/OC/Previous Game: None of the above.
Age: Somewhere in his thirties.
Appearance: A soldier and a doctor, with the mannerisms of both. Eighteen months of going on adventures with Sherlock Holmes has reduced his tan but certainly not his level of fitness, given how often he ends up running after his partner. Pale-haired and somewhat on the short side of average, especially compared to Sherlock’s wiry build. The wound that brought him home from Afghanistan resulted in him having a psychosomatic limp for a while, though that was also forced out of him by running with Sherlock. Recent events have left him somewhat thinner and unhappier than usual, though not to the point of illness.
Cause of Death: An entirely ordinary car crash.
Impact of Death: Before his death, Watson was at something of a loss for what to do with his life. He’d recently lost his best friend, who until that point had occupied nearly every corner of Watson’s life, up to and including his string of failed dates. And while dying suddenly will certainly be hard to take, ultimately the issues that Watson has to grapple with are the same ones that he had to deal with in life: what does he do now that Sherlock’s gone? Death may even come as something of a relief, given that he believes Sherlock to be dead (and thus they might meet each other again in Thusia). It’ll depend on how he settles in.
References Link: Sherlock BBC wiki page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_(TV_series)
John Watson’s IC blog: http://www.johnwatsonblog.co.uk/
Character Info: Before Watson met Sherlock Holmes, he was an army doctor serving in Afghanistan. A bullet to the shoulder took him out of duty and back to London, where he found himself too poor to afford a flat of his own. But a happy coincidence saw him bumping into an old medical school friend of his, who introduced him to another young man similarly in need of a roommate. That man was Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and high-functioning sociopath. Within minutes of meeting Watson, Holmes had figured out everything about the doctor, from Watson’s recent return from Afghanistan down to his relationship with his sister (though Holmes hadn’t quite gotten the sibling’s sex right). And within a few hours, Watson found himself assisting Holmes’ investigation of a series of murders. They quickly fell into what would be a familiar pattern for them: Holmes goes off on a wildly brilliant hunt for clues, Watson provides moral and sometimes physical support, and everyone else thinks they’re a married couple. The first case culminated with Holmes tracking down the poisoner, alone, while Watson tried desperately to keep up. In the end, he shot the poisoner rather than let Holmes risk being killed.
The two of them continued to take cases at their shared flat in 221B Baker Street, with Holmes doing most of the brilliant deduction work while Watson backed him up. Afterwards, Watson would blog about the affair online, which eventually attracted quite a bit of attention from the internet at large. Their relationship was often grating to Watson, given how much of a pain in the ass Sherlock usually was, but ultimately Watson always came back to their relationship, no matter how bad the argument had been. (Sometimes Sherlock even apologized.) Things might have continued in this way had not several of their cases entangled them with a criminal mastermind known as Moriarty. His influence had been felt ever since their very first case together, as Moriarty had been the financial backer for the poisoner’s serial killings. However, they did not meet the man face-to-face until the villain decided to get at Sherlock with a series of bombings, culminating with Watson himself as the final hostage. There they met with the bastard himself — only for him to let them go unexpectedly. That was because Moriarty ultimately had other, more far-reaching plans in mind. Holmes (and Watson) continued to solve mysteries for quite some time, getting an incredible reputation for figuring out the most difficult of mysteries from the smallest of clues. Moriarty’s plan, then, was to discredit Sherlock so completely that the public would believe that Moriarty himself didn’t exist — that Sherlock had invented him in order to gain fame and fortune. He even managed to convince the public … but not Watson, whose belief in Sherlock never wavered for a moment. Moriarty’s ultimate goal was to make Sherlock commit suicide in the face of all the disgrace he had heaped on Sherlock’s name. Naturally, that didn’t quite work out, so Moriarty had insurance: if Sherlock did not commit suicide, then all of three of his friends (especially Watson) would be shot dead. Sherlock was forced to jump off a building in front of Watson, thus finishing Moriarty’s scheme and apparently killing himself.
Watson, of course, was devastated. Here was the man he had spent eighteen months of his life with, and whom he had come to be very fond of, despite all the irritation and violin playing and shooting walls at three in the morning. Given time, he might have snapped out of his depressive funk and moved on, but life didn’t work out that way for him. A few short weeks after Sherlock’s funeral, he was on his way to visit his sister Harriet when the cab he was riding in crashed into another car. The resulting injuries were bad enough to kill him before help could arrive.
Dr. John Watson is an intelligent, capable man who has the misfortune to be constantly outshone by his utterly brilliant partner. He’s the heart to Holmes’ brain, the moral support for his wild eccentricities. Watson is always the “straight” man in their relationship, being a more normal perspective on the abnormal crap happening all around him. He’s not always on the right track, deductively speaking, but his head is always firmly attached to his shoulders. He is often the voice of reason when things start to get wacky, though usually Sherlock isn’t in the mood to hear it (and is ultimately right not to.) As a result, Watson is often frustrated and a bit grumpy, though he brightens somewhat around people who aren’t brilliant assholes. Still, it’s Watson who tries to calm Sherlock down with logic when he’s been drugged; it’s Watson who helps give direction to Sherlock’s theories, however unknowingly. Watson also becomes something of an interpreter for Holmes’ idiosyncracies, especially when they offend everyone around them (which happens pretty much all the time.) He’s a kind, compassionate man who is usually quite gentle with the clients they meet with, or at least waaaay gentler than his partner is. He’s also exceptionally loyal; once he makes a friend he believes in them completely, no matter how much of a dickhead they are. He would give his life for a close friend if he had to, gladly. And he rushes to the side of his friends if he hears they’re in trouble, no matter how stupid or dangerous it might be for him.
This isn’t to say the man doesn’t have some issues of his own, however. Most pressing are his trust issues, which were strongly exacerbated by his time in Afghanistan and now by Sherlock’s apparent suicide. The entire reason why he couldn’t get a roommate was because he struggled with trusting anyone, especially his own sister (who had drinking problems of her own). But Sherlock was different; Sherlock won him over almost immediately in terms of trust, if not in terms of personality. Sherlock’s influence ultimately allowed Watson to start trusting people again, starting with the crazy bastard putting bullets into the walls of their flat. Thus, his apparent suicide has forced him to take several steps back on that front. Watson also has a strong itch for action and adventure, whether he can admit that or not. He gets a nervous tremor when he /isn’t/ in danger, and his gambling tendencies start to come back when he doesn’t have enough to do. The feeling of purpose that he had while living with Holmes has abruptly been yanked out from underneath him again, leaving him sensitive to the overwhelming boredom that accompanies daily life. This will result in him going out and seeking dangerous situations eventually, no matter how responsible he might seem when scolding others about doing stupid shit.
In short, Watson is a smart, responsible if often exasperated man who is a wee bit codependent with Sherlock and feeling his loss pretty hard right now.
Old Game Info: N/A
Abilities (before Powercap): Watson is pretty handy with a gun, given his soldier background. He’s also an excellent medical doctor, though that will be limited by the lack of supplies available in Thusia. Otherwise he’s an ordinary guy with no particular physical talents, save those granted by being in good health and good shape.
Abilities (after Powercap): Same as before.
Items Brought In: + A gun with one cartridge’s worth of ammunition (formerly placed carefully in his suitcase, but the suitcase didn’t come with him.)
+
Samples:
3rd Person
His first thought, upon waking up, was how blissfully clear his head felt. No agonizing splits in his skull, no cooling puddles of blood, not even the fog of painkillers to muddle his senses. He sat up dazedly, as if from an exceptionally restful nap. This isn’t right, he thought. And not just because of the unfamiliar surroundings - he had gotten used to waking up in strange places - but because of the doubt needling at the back of his head. The feeling that he had forgotten something terribly important.
Falling asleep against the window - a hideous noise - the impact -
Watson jolted to his feet. Even with his head cracked open, he’d realized exactly how much blood he’d lost, how very narrow the margin for living would be, if it were even possible. And yet here he was in a strange place, not even medicated. He lifted his head to his temple to feel for wounds or even scars, but nothing greeted his fingertips except smooth skin. He was alive and well and completely uninjured. So then - what did that mean?
You see, but you do not observe. Sherlock’s voice came unbidden to the front of his mind, bringing with it a now-familiar chill of hollowness. If Sherlock was here, what would he perceive? The obvious conclusion was that he was miraculously alive and uninjured, but given the lack of scars, and coupled with the strange, almost alien surroundings …
“Oh God,” he said, his hand feeling for the wall to brace himself. “Am I dead?” It seemed improbable. Infinitely so. But surviving that crash was an impossibility, which meant that this was the only explanation that remained. Oh, Sherlock would have been proud, though Watson couldn’t bring himself to feel all that good about it. “Dead then,” he said. “Can’t say I expected the pearly gates. But this isn’t it either.” Sherlock would have taken issue at that, surely. Would have immediately gone to examine the walls, figure out exactly what kind of afterlife this…
Watson nearly sat down with the force of his own realization. If this was the afterlife, then perhaps Sherlock was here. Examining the walls even, or questioning whoever passed for St. Peter. And if Sherlock wasn’t here, all the better. He straightened up, feeling a bit better for the purpose even if the situation still seemed entirely ridiculous. “Right,” he said, catching his breath. “Let’s find out.”
Survey
Introduce yourself in a few sentences.
Dr. John Watson, nice to meet you. Though perhaps it’s a little disingenuous to include the “doctor” title right now. I’ve been between practices for a while now.
Describe yourself physically.
Not much to look at, I suppose. Fair hair, dark eyes. Used to have a limp, but that’s all cleared up now. I’ve got a black jacket that I’m greatly fond of, especially given all the scrapes it’s gone through.
What was your childhood like?
My sister and I never really got on. The drinking came later, of course, but - well - we weren’t exactly on speaking terms before then anyway. Er, otherwise something of a normal childhood otherwise? Nothing to complain about, certainly.
Who is most important to you, and why?
Ah. Well. Sherlock Holmes is … He was my best friend. The most brilliant man I ever met, though he could be bloody stupid about people sometimes. Must have walked off from him dozens of times, when he’d gotten to be too much to handle. But now he’s gone. And I didn’t realize how much my life revolved around him until this … this gap. Absurd, really.
What's your biggest pet peeve?
God, where do I start? How about people who shoot the walls with my gun when they get bored? Or leaving his chemistry experiments out all over the kitchen table? Or the thumbs in the refrigerator? Or asking me to come over, take his phone out of his own damn pocket and write a text for him. Sherlock was a master of pet peeves.
Do you consider yourself an optimist or a pessimist? Why?
Sherlock would say both of those mindsets are ridiculous and delusional. I would say that I prefer to believe the best of people, except that he’s trained that out of me by now.
Where, or how, did you learn your most important skills?
Guess that depends on what you mean by “most important.” I got my medical degree from the University of London and my marksmanship from the army, but … learning to deal and keep up with Sherlock Holmes are - were my most important skills. And that’s a matter of experience.
Do you think world peace is possible?
Considering how many awful things happen in the world every day? Not really. … he really has trained the optimism out of me …
Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
There’s no such thing as avoiding conflict when you’re living with a self-described sociopath. But I guess I try to avoid arguments if I can, yeah.
What turns you on the most?
Again, I could probably tell you this if I hadn’t been living with Sherlock for the past eighteen months. Despite what everyone else seems to think.
Anything else you'd like to say?
No, no. I think this’s been enough already.