Dr. WATSON, John

[Dr. John Watson]

John H. Watson, H.D
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••FRONT FACE••

(Auditions) Character
Name: Dr. John H. Watson
Nicknames: Doctor
Gender: male
Age: 32
Trade: medical man
Class: middle
Face Claim: Jude Law
Canon/Original: canon

••CASE FILES••

(Physical Attributes) Watson’s hair is a thing of simplicity just as his person. Not often can it be found fashioned in any particularly interesting way even if there is a justifiable reason. Instead, these locks can habitually be found simply swept to the side neatly as one might expect to see anyone else’s in London during this time. Often, Watson will also wear a simple, plain black top hat under which he stores his stethoscope and almost always has it on his person. The colour his locks retain is one of the lightest shades of chocolate visible to the human eye and, frequently, they gleam in the sunlight highlighting his face whist leading others to mistakenly consider his hair to be a dirty blonde colour– it is not.

Eyes; Eye’s are the thing of mastery on Watson’s visage. They are large, round and glimmer a dazzling blue the color of transparent ocean waves reflecting a cerulean sky above. On sunny days when Watson is particularly excited or amused, highlights of sea green can be seen in his pupils; on foggy grey days his eyes turn the darkest shade of deep blue, almost grey, to match the weather outside. These orbs gleam and light up his face no matter the color and act just as mirrors to his expressions as people always seem to expect.

Not much to say about the aspect of his nose really. Watson has a tad bit of a straight nose but it does nothing to highlight his appearance much negatively or positively. It is just a thing that provides him with the olfactory sense of smell and nothing more. Watson’s mouth is also not a thing of great importance to his visage. Might it be important to his senses and speech? Yes, but not in the sense of additional attractiveness. It is simply there; not too large and not to wide; thin lips and straight white teeth. His smile is another matter altogether, though and one to be stared at if ever caught even for a moment. Watson’s eyes have been said to be the most sticking thing about him but his smile has to be the most charming.

Watson’s voice is also fairly distinctive with it’s soft accent. Loud and projector-y when angered or ordering others, his voice can have the faintest of tinges to it when the doctor whispers to a patient. When exceedingly angered, Watson’s voice tends to become frighteningly escalated to fury awfully quickly. Skin tone related, Watson is neither the palest nor the most tan man around. He can be found somewhere in the middle with no real tendency to burn immediately nor keep from burning in excessive heat and sun time.

••TRIFLES••

likes;
- reading
- writing
- Holmes
- Gladstone
- Mary
- studying Holmes' cases
- a bit of gambling
- a small shot
- thick woolen socks
- happiness
- acorns
- raspberry jam
- the Holidays
- fireplaces
- the truth
- wit
- snow

dislikes;
- having his buttons pushed
- Holmes' violin practice at three in the morning
- Holmes' 'barter system' theory
- Holmes' general lack of personal hygene
- attempts on his life
- being patronized
- rain
- force used without cause
- prejudice
- arrogance
- stupidity in general
- being late anywhere
- losing things
- not getting things done in the allotted time frame
- boredom

habits;
- giving into Holmes' tricks and mind games
- keeping his stethascope benieth his top-hat
- collects words
- reading the paper

weaknesses;
- Holmes
- Mary
- gambling

strengths;
- sucessful doctor
- shotgun savy
"He is a crack shot, apparently a better marksman than Holmes." - sherlock wiki [anyone else suprised? o.o]
- is able to tolerate Holmes' after having lived under the same roof for so long
- intelligence
- wit
- persistent and sometimes stubborn

secrets;
- he fears the thought of ever losing a patient

(Personality)
Brave
Though one may not think such initially, Watson is fairly braver than he’s been given credit for being in the past. Brave and willing to confront any obstacle that may appear in his path, the doctor is not one to skitter around rather than leap a particularly large hurdle. Having been faced with death on many more occasions than he’d like to admit, Watson would put his life on the line for anyone he cares about no matter the state of argumentation they might be in at the time.

Intelligent
Strikingly bright, though lacking deductively in comparison to Holmes, Watson is a man of high intelligence especially medically. Graduated from all elementary levels of schooling and the University of London, he is something of an intellectually clever man. Spending years with Holmes has also aided the doctor in his reasoning; time is not wasted around Sherlock and Watson has learned quite a few many little things about the world at large and likes to think himself a competent detective in his own right.

Skilled Professionally
In addition to being naturally intelligent, Watson is also distinctly a skilled doctor and has great experience in his medical field. Having been an assistant Surgeon in his secondary army regiment and then furthering his studies as a physician, Watson is nothing less than an aptly capable medical man and has been of invaluable assistance to Holmes on many cases.

Ladies Man
In his own right, Watson is also quite the ladies man respectfully enough. Miss Mary Morstan was not the first of all ladies he’s dated in the past but is the last in due form of engagement. [In the books, she was one of three wives as well.]

Sensitivity
Watson is exceptionally sensitive but at the same time patient. He will go all out to save or help someone he loves but it takes time for them to earn his trust. He is not one that is quick to become a passing friend or fling but once you do win him over he is loyal for life unless you prove unworthy of this loyalty. He can also be extremely dependable in tough situations even if you’re not the closet with him on in his best graces at the moment.

Simplicity
Watson is a very simple, easy type of man to please. He absolutely cannot stand pompous attitudes or flamboyant things meant to attract attention and prefers the simpler things, often finding beauty in the unlikeliest of places. Odd things discarded or considered rubbish will often appeal to Watson and can often be turned into something else - something that holds value in and of itself without being wasted in the bin.

Sense
Watson is also a very intuitive person. He can tell right off the bat how someone is and whether or not he will be able to stand them within a week and can usually be found reaching out to people with a lesser than great sense of value in life especially if they are injured.

••EVIDENCE••

(History) Dr. John Watson was born in London to parents of Northumbrian decent and spent his whole childhood in England. Growing up, he was always a rather smart boy and did well in all his classes resulting in his discovering an interest in medicine and then going off to medical school where he later graduated from The University of London. As an intelligent, newly graduated physician, he then served as an Assistant Surgeon of the Army Medical Department (attached to the 66th Foot) in Afghanistan but was soon after discharged after receiving a terrible injury in the line of duty during the Battle of Maiwand. Almost struck again and killed in the retreat from battle, he was saved only by his orderly Murray who was able to run the doctor to safety on a small pack horse. His original regiment had been the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers.

Back in London, Watson meets Holmes moving in to share the living space on 221b Baker Street and, after a particular case, a Study in Scarlet, the two become rather closer acquaintances and soon after, life-long friends. After a few years working on cases together and being the ladies man he is, Watson met Miss Mary Morstan and became engaged to her shortly after. At the current time he is still in the process of moving out from Baker Street and into Cavendish Place.

••BEHIND THE MASK••

(Me) Name: Chloe
Age: noneofyourbeeswax
RP experience: one year
Other Characters: Garrett Henderson

(roleplay) Anya awoke that morning with an irritable yawn. The whole night had been spent tossing and turning, back and forth in an uncomfortable sleep. She’d had a horrible dream but couldn’t remember what it was about. At first she thought it must have been about Aaric but then something told her it wasn’t. It might have been about those strange Contaro people that scared her so much though. It wasn’t often Anya saw any of them around but whenever she heard the name her skin prickled and she looked around unconsciously for Aaric. It was silly to be afraid of a whole family having only ever met two members, but if one of those members had nearly beaten up the one badass she knew, then Anya had a right to scared. The other was fairly much alright and she didn’t jump every time she heard that name. Anya would never tell Aaric but she actually thought the Doctor was kind of cute but far too old for her. Besides, he was married and all that jazz so she wasn’t about to be hung up on any of that. But still, Dr. Contaro was far from ugly.

Gazing at the ceiling of her bedroom, Anya sighed. She’d have to get up sooner or later. She knew she would. But she really just didn’t want to. Groaning in sleepy agitation, the blonde tossed her pillow on the floor and pulled back the tangled sheets. Her bedroom was very warm what with the heater she had on during the winter but February was sometimes on the warmer side for which she was grateful. February was a lovely month in Anya’s opinion. Firstly, it signaled winter was coming to an end, despite her love of Christmas the cold was only favorable sometimes, and secondly Valentine’s Day was in February. It was coming up soon actually. Valentine’s Day had always been a favorite holiday of Anya’s she remembered as she pulled on her fluffy crème bathrobe. This year she didn’t have many people to give presents but she was thinking of getting Aaric a cheesy card to make him laugh. Anya loved to see Aaric laugh far more then she liked it when he frowned or got himself hurt.

Moving through the bathroom to brush her teeth then through the apartment to her small kitchen, Anya began to make herself a cup of coffee. It was a bad habit she had gotten into actually. Tea had always been her preferred morning drink but recently, with the having to keep on her toes around Aaric, she’d taken to drinking coffee so she’d be awake when the first thing happened. It wasn’t bad stuff really she just wished it didn’t spike then drop so quickly. It gave her a headache after just one cup. Anya was getting used to it though just like she was getting used to Aaric and Shady Lane and not to mention Show Down.

Show Down, her other male extra in life, was Anya’s all. He was a jittery thing but had a tremendous energy she’d never seen topped. When described to her family, her mother had said she and the stallion were alike in many ways but Anya didn’t see it. As far as training went, Show Down had been a fairly good show jumper from the start and they’d done well together in recent, local competitions. Anya was still working with him though to try and peak those skills he had already mastered. Taking her coffee to the small table, Anya sat and took a sip burning her tongue. Sticking it out a few moments later, she laughed at herself. In truth, Anya didn’t know how long she was planning on hanging around Shady Lane. She loved all the people there and she’d even gotten a job as a riding instructor but she’d always been on the move competing here and there. She didn’t know what it would be like to really leave Aaric and the others and it was a thought she tried not to think about too often. Having already passed up a few good shows across the country to stay made Anya wonder. She knew she was getting too attached but she couldn’t help it.

Deciding to leave the coffee cup on the table to cool down, she went to change. Sorting through all her things Anya pulled on a pair of jodhpurs and found a warm, fuzzy white sweater for on top. Slipping that on, she found her boots and gloves and made a mental note that her helmet and crop should still be in the office if she needs them later on. Checking her mess of hair in the bathroom, Anya sighed and pulled it up into a ponytail not wanting to play around with it today. Then, a touch of eyeliner and lip gloss and she was set. Anya wasn’t big on makeup for everyday uses. Special occasions were…special.

Checking the clock atop her night table, the blonde jumped. She was going to be late for the first lesson she had that morning! Double-checking she had everything once more, the girl moved through back to her kitchen and set out a little dish of seeds on the porch like she did every morning. Anya had taken to feeding the birds and squirrels after having caught one of the latter trying to attack an neighboring birdfeeder. She had always wanted a little bird too, a cute little parakeet or finch but with the traveling Anya knew she couldn’t have any pets aside from her horse.

Going back through the apartment, she grabbed her keys and triple checked everything was in place before closing and locking the door. Making her way down the stairs and elevator to the parking lot, Anya spotted her car and climbed in. Beside her in the passengers seat was still that same pile of, now outdated, showing brochures pertaining to the shows she had skipped for staying at Shady Lane. On top of those sat a small pile of peppermint horse treats for Show Down - or Gunner as was his barn name. The stallion had really taken well to the peppermint and Anya was glad because it was her favorite sweet too. Preferably even more than chocolate because the latter was more fattening.

When she reached the barn, Anya hopped out with her gloves in her mouth, keys in one hand and sticking a cell phone into her pocket with the other. Taking her gloves with one now free hand, she grabbed a regular peppermint that had been sitting in her cup holder and shut the door. It was now, popping that peppermint in her mouth, that Anya remembered the cup of steaming coffee still waiting for her at home on the kitchen table. A small ‘oh’ escaped her as the blonde wrinkled her nose in remembrance. Oh well, she’d see to that later.

Walking now to the office and checking the staff list, she saw that her first lesson was due to start in an hour. That was plenty of time to check up on Gunner though she’d have to exercise him later. With a nod, the blonde tossed her gloves on the table that always seemed to have papers all over it and made her way to the stallion’s stall. The chestnut seemed sound asleep as Anya crept up not wanting to startle him. Poking her head inside the stall, she giggled at the sleeping thing. At the sound of her voice though, Gunner jerked his head up slightly and awoke to turn and look at her. Shaking his mane the stallion nickered softly and did a small jig before turning in his stall. He was always acting like he had ants under his fur and was the only creature on Earth who Anya knew would never benefit from coffee. Pawing a hoof softly, still fairly tired, the stallion nosed Anya’s back pocket and pushed her almost all the way to the side making the young woman laugh.

“Be nice,” she scolded gently whilst laughing. Manners were a thing she was still working on with him but it probably didn’t help that she laughed and still gave him the treat. Now, running her fingers through his mane and scratching his forehead gently, Anya gave Gunner a small kiss on the muzzle to which the horse snorted and shook his head making her giggle again. “I’ll get you out in the ring late’r.” she said. “For now I need to check up on a few things and find the oth’r big lump of man aro’nd here. Then I’ll be free to car’e f’you.” Gunner gave a bob of his head as if he understood but really didn’t have a clue of what was just said amusing Anya. With one last pat, she left the stall and made her way through the barn back outside.

Shady Lane was buzzing this morning as Anya emerged and made her way back to her car. Having remembered she needed to fill out another form for a local show she figured now was as good a time as any. Her lesson wasn’t due to start for another forty-five minutes after all. Grabbing the show listings and form, Anya turned around and closed the door again when suddenly a bark caught her attention. It came over from the round pen so, crossing her arms and flinching slightly against a large, unexpected gust of wind, Anya made her way over. As she reached the rail, a bundle of fur bounced up and down in excitement and she immediately recognized it. The other male on crack! Giggling, Anya crouched and hugged the wriggling puppy before straightening and gazing inside the ring. Just as she had expected, Aaric was working one of his horses in there. Cher possibly?

Tucking her arms into a crossed position again, Anya stepped onto the bottom rail and leaned on the top one to watch. Her eyes flickered with amusement as she saw Aaric was topless and the blonde had to hold back a laugh. “Forget your’ shirt at home?” she called with an evident smile spreading across her lips.

••THEPLAYBOOK••

so, this was made by jenny a.k.a slytherdorclaw of blank pages!. this took a while so, as always, don't steal. um, yeah. so that's it, really. {with edits by staff}