John Watson
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The bullet they just dug out of the wall is from a handgun. A kill shot over that distance from that kind of a weapon,
that's a crack shot you're looking for. But not just a marksman - a fighter. His hands couldn't have shaken at all, so
clearly he's been climatized to violence. Didn't fire until I was in immediate danger, though, so strong moral principle.
You're looking for a man, probably with a history of military service and nerves of steel—

Name: Dr. John H. Watson
Character LJ: http://nervesof_steel.livejournal.com
Player: Becca
Canon: Sherlock (BBC)
Age: 34
Occupation: Medical doctor (and consulting detective's assistant)
Physical Description: John is deceptively average-looking in nearly every way: average height, average build, average attractiveness that lights up somewhat surprisingly when he smiles. He keeps his appearance neither particularly fashionable nor particularly slovenly, usually sticking with pullovers, casual button-downs, and jeans. He’s compact and in good shape from his years in the army, despite his recently more sedentary lifestyle. When he walks, there’s a certain stiffness about him, a combination of military habit, discomfort from old injuries, and tenseness due to a regular expectation that the other shoe is about to drop. War has aged him, so he looks somewhat older than his years.
Living situation: Long-suffering sidekick that he is, John shares a flat with Sherlock Holmes. No, nothing like that is going on, thank you very much.

John maintains a blog where he will be tracking his thoughts and various Sherlockian adventures.

Enough Trouble For a Lifetime

John Watson was born in a lower-middle class community in London, Old Earth. By his own estimation, he had a relatively normal if imperfect childhood. His father was a functional alcoholic and army pensioner, harmless, but a bit of a clown, his mother a quiet nurse. His younger sister he never got along with, though he has continued to feel a nagging protectiveness towards her, even in adulthood, and despite the fact that he disapproves of much of her behavior. As a child he was not particularly remarkable: he did well in school, he was passably good at sports, he was well liked.

Eventually, John attended St Bartholomew's Hospital Medical School, and once he earned his degree, joined the Royal Army Medical Corps. During his time as an army doctor, he saw many terrible things: soldiers too young to be in the field killed violently, teenage suicide bombers, incompetent senior officers. But he also found the purpose and drive that he had been seeking for his entire life.

When he was shot in Afghanistan, Watson was sent home a very different man. Given a pension and an army-appointed therapist, he returned to London a washed-up soldier with a psychosomatic limp, very little money, and nowhere to go.

You're not haunted by the war, Dr. Watson. You miss it.

By chance, Watson happened to run into an old school friend from Bart’s, who introduced him to Sherlock Holmes as a possible flatmate in London. Like most people, John didn’t know what to make of Holmes, this man who could read his military record, family history, and current predicament in a single glance, Unlike most people, he found Holmes’ skills impressive, even admirable, while most people found them obnoxious at best and disturbing at worst. Though not a man who trusts quickly or easily, John found himself trusting Sherlock, and before the week was out, they were not only flatmates, but solving crimes together.

Barely a year had passed when things changed once again. Jim Moriarty, madman and ‘consulting criminal’ to Sherlock’s ‘consulting detective,’ began to leave puzzles for Sherlock, and threats to murder people and blow up public places if Sherlock did not solve them. Finding him nearly cost both John and Sherlock their lives, but they escaped by a thread.

Escaping with their lives and catching the criminal was not enough, though. The authorities knew that Moriarty would not stay locked up for long, just as they knew that as long as Sherlock was around, Moriarty would find a way to leave him dangerous puzzles. Sherlock was forced to flee the country. John thought his year-long adventure with a man he had come to worship was over.

But then, after nothing but silence from his old friend, John received a text out of the blue. I have found a flat in Kin City, it said. Come at once if convenient. Without hesitation, John has decided to do just that.

Bravery is the kindest word for stupidity, don't you think?

John Watson is both defined by his time spent in the military, and by so much more than that. He has been described as a man with strong moral principle and nerves of steel, and is a leader in his own right in a serious, quiet sort of way. Though his once childish enthusiasm has been long tarnished, he can still manage to be something of the good-natured charmer of his youth. Like many soldiers, the transition back to civilian life has been rocky, and he still does not make friends easily and trusts even less easily, but he is trying, and he is learning. He makes acquaintances, he goes out for drinks after work, he dates a bit, he smiles, but he lets very few people close to him.

John has an unbending core – the previously mentioned nerves of steel. He may not trust people easily, but once he does, he is unceasingly (even stupidly) loyal. Though he is not easily angered and doesn’t show extreme emotions very readily, he is not kind to those who threaten or insult his country, the military, his friends, and his family. He can act fearlessly in times of danger, and he craves adventure. When he returned from Afghanistan, he swore that he had seen enough trouble to last him a lifetime, but the truth was that he missed the excitement. It was only when he met Sherlock and began working on cases with him that he felt truly alive again.

Don't make people into heroes, John. Heroes don't exist, and if they did, I wouldn't be one of them

Reasonable or not, where most people see merely a freak in Sherlock Holmes, John sees a great a man. In Watson’s view, Sherlock is not the heartless sociopath he insists that he is, solving crimes only for the thrill of it. No, John believes that Sherlock is capable of loyalty and goodness under his quirks, his icy demeanor, and his disdain for most of humanity. Sherlock is not Moriarty, and there is a reason for it. He admires Sherlock, is deeply loyal to him, and would do anything for him, despite how mad, how irritating, how strange he can be.

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