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theveteran) wrote2012-10-25 12:15 pm
theveteran) wrote2012-10-25 12:15 pm
Application for Beyond the Rift
About You - The Player
Name: Duckie
Age: Still over 18 and 21.
Contact: thelightofduskATgmailDOTcom, ilovesatellites on Plurk, amethystduckie on AIM
Past Role Playing Experience: Same as last time, 10+ years with table top (DnD, Whitewolf, etc) gaming, and... almost as many journal RPing (originally was Yahoo Groups ages ago, then LJ and GJ, now LJ and DW).
The Character
Name: John Watson
Age/Birthdate: John is in his early to mid thirties. An exact age and DOB have yet to be given in canon.
Species: Human
*Type: Wanderer
Canon: BBC Sherlock
*Pre-existing powers: Completely mortal, though he's a trained medical doctor and a heck of a shot with a gun if that matters.
*Rift Change, if applicable: Shapeshifting, with his small form being a hedgehog and his large form being a snow leopard.
Dreamwidth:theveteran
Played By: Martin Freeman
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Appearance: John is a short fellow, standing at just 5'6". He has a solid build, muscular from his time in the military and all the running about he does with Sherlock. His skin is lightly tanned, with remnants of darker tans on his hands and face that have mostly faded. He keeps his dusty blond hair short and close cropped. Practical, his wardrobe is basic with button-ups, sweaters, and plain slacks.
Personality: John is calm under pressure, exceedingly so. Coupled with that is practicality and resourcefulness. He has the ability to make split second decisions and the important talent of being able to live with those choices after the fact. We see this early on, when he utilizes his crack shot skills to take out a serial killer. John didn't celebrating taking a life but he accepts that the man he shot wasn't a very good one and what he'd done was necessary. With the moment long gone, he can even share a laugh over it all.
In spite of that, there's a very strong side to John that's moral. He's Sherlock's foil in this regard, keeping his friend out of being entirely offensive on more than one occasion. Where Sherlock leads off with brutal honesty, John makes the attempt to be kind. With this sense of morals comes unending loyalty, for those he deems worthy. His loyalty runs deep enough that he would take a bullet before he'd let harm come to another. He can't be bribed and he definitely can't be convinced to betray his loved ones.
John is more than capable of romance and the softer sides of life. Unfortunately, his passion for his work often leads to forgetting details and, embarassingly, which girlfriend is which when the game is afoot. His propensity for being able to focus tends to be directed towards cases and blogging before anything else. As a result he has good luck for the first few dates but things tend to wane as deeper levels of commitment are expected by his partners. This doesn't seem to bother him as much as it should, in large part due to how much more fulfilled he is when solving cases versus his hollow feelings when he'd first returned to London.
Patience. The man is an endless font of patience. Really, he'd have to be to tolerate Sherlock Holmes in large doses. Tied into his patience is that level of practicality once more. Arguments, especially with Sherlock, are often fruitless at best. That's not to say he's a pushover, because that's hardly the case. Instead, he's learned just the right ways to deal with certain kinds of people and sometimes patience and moving on are just what the doctor ordered. The generic of this medication is also known as the occasional resignation.
A penchant for being calm and patient can be good but from time to time it flares in moments of cold, quiet anger. He often speaks his mind but is prone to being forcefully honest when pushed too far.While John isn't a temperamental sort, push him enough and he's going to respond. His rage may appear muted, without raised voices and slamming of doors, but when he's gone off no one will mistake it for anything else.
John's military training has served him well and he won't hesitate to use it once he's identified an actual enemy. When he's reached the point that someone is categorized as an enemy, there's a certain level of resolve that settles into place. Very few things scare John and to this end he will take risks whenever he deems it necessary.
History: Wiki article is here!
Events:
1) Return from war
Coming back from serving overseas in the Middle East took its toll on John. As with many soldiers, returning home is often a culture shock. Seeing the horrors of war and the dull brown, sand soaked landscape for months on end left him hardened. There comes a certain level of awareness, and acceptance, with tending to the wounded (and dying), and, ultimately, preparing the dead. Couple that with the duty, the need, to occasionally take the enemy's life willingly? Once he's back in London, John has a difficult time adjusting to civilian life.
Dreams influenced by post traumatic stress disorder, a psychosomatic limp and hand tremor, and depression followed John like an unwelcome shadow. He had problems with 'normal life' and feeling as if anything he did held no particular meaning. Mycroft Holmes went so far as to suggest John missed the war, rather than be haunted by it. That was true, in so much as it was a need to feel adrenaline and the challenge of something difficult. That edge of violence was not something he craved, per se, but he was accustomed to it and, dare we say, comfortable with it?
Ultimately, the need to do something, and being utterly broke, was what compelled him to take up residence with one Sherlock Holmes. His life hasn't been the same since.
2) Sherlock's suicide
After moving in to 221B Baker Street, John's life became routine in the unexpected nature of their work. John and Sherlock made a good, albeit oddly matched, pair and their popularity went through the roof. The blog John had been loathe to keep was actually useful for both PR and as catharsis from cases (and Sherlock's sometimes entirely obnoixious genius).
And then, as quickly as he'd ended up on London's doorstep after what seemed to be a lifetime of war... John was at 221B's doorstep alone, after what had felt like a lifetime with his friend. This sudden change did not go over well. The loss of Sherlock was bad enough, but to watch his friend take his own life shattered John's world. Shelock wasn't a coward and he certainly had never been suicidal. John would never believe the ideas Moriarty had sown in the police and media. The rest of the world? They ate up the offensive lies and it was only John who refused to let his friend be any more feathered and tarred in death.
In war John learned to accept death and in the line of their detective work he had no qualms with a dead body or three. Sherlock's body, prone and broken on the pavement, haunted him. Months after the gossip and rumors faded, and the world had moved on from a dead man, John had barely moved at all. His confidence in separating fact from fiction was decimated. Therapy sessions were dull, droning, and about as unsuccessful as his earliest ones just after Afghanistan. Visits to the cemetary left him choked up, at best.
The John Watson that had become so much more, in one three-second fall, lost it all.
Writing Sample: A log with both a book!Irene and also BtR's Sherlock. I can provide more samples or point to my Ianto logs in game if needed!
Name: Duckie
Age: Still over 18 and 21.
Contact: thelightofduskATgmailDOTcom, ilovesatellites on Plurk, amethystduckie on AIM
Past Role Playing Experience: Same as last time, 10+ years with table top (DnD, Whitewolf, etc) gaming, and... almost as many journal RPing (originally was Yahoo Groups ages ago, then LJ and GJ, now LJ and DW).
The Character
Name: John Watson
Age/Birthdate: John is in his early to mid thirties. An exact age and DOB have yet to be given in canon.
Species: Human
*Type: Wanderer
Canon: BBC Sherlock
*Pre-existing powers: Completely mortal, though he's a trained medical doctor and a heck of a shot with a gun if that matters.
*Rift Change, if applicable: Shapeshifting, with his small form being a hedgehog and his large form being a snow leopard.
Dreamwidth:
theveteranPlayed By: Martin Freeman
Icon:
Appearance: John is a short fellow, standing at just 5'6". He has a solid build, muscular from his time in the military and all the running about he does with Sherlock. His skin is lightly tanned, with remnants of darker tans on his hands and face that have mostly faded. He keeps his dusty blond hair short and close cropped. Practical, his wardrobe is basic with button-ups, sweaters, and plain slacks.
Personality: John is calm under pressure, exceedingly so. Coupled with that is practicality and resourcefulness. He has the ability to make split second decisions and the important talent of being able to live with those choices after the fact. We see this early on, when he utilizes his crack shot skills to take out a serial killer. John didn't celebrating taking a life but he accepts that the man he shot wasn't a very good one and what he'd done was necessary. With the moment long gone, he can even share a laugh over it all.
In spite of that, there's a very strong side to John that's moral. He's Sherlock's foil in this regard, keeping his friend out of being entirely offensive on more than one occasion. Where Sherlock leads off with brutal honesty, John makes the attempt to be kind. With this sense of morals comes unending loyalty, for those he deems worthy. His loyalty runs deep enough that he would take a bullet before he'd let harm come to another. He can't be bribed and he definitely can't be convinced to betray his loved ones.
John is more than capable of romance and the softer sides of life. Unfortunately, his passion for his work often leads to forgetting details and, embarassingly, which girlfriend is which when the game is afoot. His propensity for being able to focus tends to be directed towards cases and blogging before anything else. As a result he has good luck for the first few dates but things tend to wane as deeper levels of commitment are expected by his partners. This doesn't seem to bother him as much as it should, in large part due to how much more fulfilled he is when solving cases versus his hollow feelings when he'd first returned to London.
Patience. The man is an endless font of patience. Really, he'd have to be to tolerate Sherlock Holmes in large doses. Tied into his patience is that level of practicality once more. Arguments, especially with Sherlock, are often fruitless at best. That's not to say he's a pushover, because that's hardly the case. Instead, he's learned just the right ways to deal with certain kinds of people and sometimes patience and moving on are just what the doctor ordered. The generic of this medication is also known as the occasional resignation.
A penchant for being calm and patient can be good but from time to time it flares in moments of cold, quiet anger. He often speaks his mind but is prone to being forcefully honest when pushed too far.While John isn't a temperamental sort, push him enough and he's going to respond. His rage may appear muted, without raised voices and slamming of doors, but when he's gone off no one will mistake it for anything else.
John's military training has served him well and he won't hesitate to use it once he's identified an actual enemy. When he's reached the point that someone is categorized as an enemy, there's a certain level of resolve that settles into place. Very few things scare John and to this end he will take risks whenever he deems it necessary.
History: Wiki article is here!
Events:
1) Return from war
Coming back from serving overseas in the Middle East took its toll on John. As with many soldiers, returning home is often a culture shock. Seeing the horrors of war and the dull brown, sand soaked landscape for months on end left him hardened. There comes a certain level of awareness, and acceptance, with tending to the wounded (and dying), and, ultimately, preparing the dead. Couple that with the duty, the need, to occasionally take the enemy's life willingly? Once he's back in London, John has a difficult time adjusting to civilian life.
Dreams influenced by post traumatic stress disorder, a psychosomatic limp and hand tremor, and depression followed John like an unwelcome shadow. He had problems with 'normal life' and feeling as if anything he did held no particular meaning. Mycroft Holmes went so far as to suggest John missed the war, rather than be haunted by it. That was true, in so much as it was a need to feel adrenaline and the challenge of something difficult. That edge of violence was not something he craved, per se, but he was accustomed to it and, dare we say, comfortable with it?
Ultimately, the need to do something, and being utterly broke, was what compelled him to take up residence with one Sherlock Holmes. His life hasn't been the same since.
2) Sherlock's suicide
After moving in to 221B Baker Street, John's life became routine in the unexpected nature of their work. John and Sherlock made a good, albeit oddly matched, pair and their popularity went through the roof. The blog John had been loathe to keep was actually useful for both PR and as catharsis from cases (and Sherlock's sometimes entirely obnoixious genius).
And then, as quickly as he'd ended up on London's doorstep after what seemed to be a lifetime of war... John was at 221B's doorstep alone, after what had felt like a lifetime with his friend. This sudden change did not go over well. The loss of Sherlock was bad enough, but to watch his friend take his own life shattered John's world. Shelock wasn't a coward and he certainly had never been suicidal. John would never believe the ideas Moriarty had sown in the police and media. The rest of the world? They ate up the offensive lies and it was only John who refused to let his friend be any more feathered and tarred in death.
In war John learned to accept death and in the line of their detective work he had no qualms with a dead body or three. Sherlock's body, prone and broken on the pavement, haunted him. Months after the gossip and rumors faded, and the world had moved on from a dead man, John had barely moved at all. His confidence in separating fact from fiction was decimated. Therapy sessions were dull, droning, and about as unsuccessful as his earliest ones just after Afghanistan. Visits to the cemetary left him choked up, at best.
The John Watson that had become so much more, in one three-second fall, lost it all.
Writing Sample: A log with both a book!Irene and also BtR's Sherlock. I can provide more samples or point to my Ianto logs in game if needed!