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APPLICATIONS


APPLICATIONS


Applications are processed weekly, every weekend. The cut-off time for the submission of applications is 11:59PST on Saturday.
✗ Before applying, please read the FAQ and Rules pages.
✗ Please submit your application with the journal you plan to use if you have one made already. If not, another journal is fine, but we prefer your intended journal so it makes for an easier time in granting access to the mod journal and the contacts page.
✗ For very long applications, we would ask you to please separate them into various comments so that they will not take up too much of the page.
✗ Please title your application as { [CANON/CANON OC/OC]CHARACTER NAME || Series Title || reserve/no reserve || X of X } in the subect header
IMPORTANT: Our application form was edited on September 07, 2015. Please use the revised form.
✗ If you are looking for an example of what an application should be like, please refer to the application here for an example of a canon character application, and here for an original character application.


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A note for CR AU applications
Ruby City does allow previous game history/CR to be brought over on a case by case basis. If you want to include this in your application please add additional sections for PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT and PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY beneath the Personality and Background/History sections.

In these additional sections we would like to see a brief outline of your character's previous game history and how it potentially impacted on and altered their canon personality.


✧ N A V I G A T I O N ✧
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John Watson ▫ BBC's Sherlock ▫ Reserved

[personal profile] theloyal 2013-04-14 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
PLAYER
Name: syd
Personal Journal: [personal profile] waffled
E-mail: clintsenei@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: aim: cutoutlions

CHARACTER
Name: John Watson
Canon: BBC's Sherlock
Timeline: post-Reichenbach (two-three months later)
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: OKAY SO. This isn't actually an issue in a sense; as I play Sherlock Holmes from Elementary. But he is still a Sherlock and John will acknowledge his presence since his Sherlock interacts with that one. But there will be no playercest, I assure you, just offhand comments from either my John or my elementary!Sherlock. At the most.

Personality: Doctor John H. Watson, former Captian of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers is a man of honour, moral integrity, with courage and a big heart. He is a good man, John Watson and he tries to live his life helping people and just surviving.

We don't know much about his earlier years, before or during the war in Afghanistan, where he was stationed as an army doctor. (Other than the fact that he was quite the ladies man; John 'Three Continents' Watson, wink wink.) But we can tell that he still holds himself to his military training, often standing in a soldier's stance; hands clasped behind his back and in good posture, and being quite loyal to his country. Being injured (shot in the shoulder) sent him home a hero, but left him with severe psychological trauma. Not only has John suffered through PTSD not only from being in the war, but from being shot, it left him with trust issues and a psychosomatic limp in his leg and an intermittent tremor in his left (dominant) hand. Which happens to be so bad he had to use a cane to get around properly. John also suffered from intense nightmares that would often leave him waking short of breath and in tears.

After meeting Sherlock, however, and being introduced to the consulting detective's dangerous lifestyle, he loses the limp and starts to feel alive again. We see him laugh, we see him crack jokes, smile- we even see him run without his cane. Sherlock was John's saving grace, and as Mycroft put it; John is not haunted by the war, he misses it. John likes the danger, he likes helping people and he enjoys having a purpose again. Sherlock gave him excitement and a life, he also gave him a chance to help people. John was living off of a less than generous soldier's pension after he was sent home, and after getting his life back together he took a job at a clinic so he can further be of use.

John is a generally friendly man, he's polite and he will greet you with a smile. He is reserved in a sense that he doesn't open up to many, not even his psychiatrist, but he is very caring and often frets over the health of those he does consider close; like Sherlock (and his less than stellar habits of rarely eating and little sleep, not to mention his addictions) and Mrs. Hudson (the kindly elderly landlord they're renting from.) One might say that John has a mother hen complex, and that might be true; often he finds himself gently teaching Sherlock the rights and wrongs of social behaviours. Like not smiling at a crime scene, or telling him it's not good to spout insensitive observations when less understanding people are in the area. Much like Sherlock helps John by getting him back into action, giving him the excitement he so sorely craves; John helps Sherlock by helping him be more human, to learn when to keep his mouth closed and just what to not say in certain situations.

His bravery must be mentioned as well, and his calm. Upon meeting Mycroft for the first time, a situation that would and should terrify any man or woman, John appears calm and annoyed. He doesn't let Mycroft intimidate him- John doesn't let anyone intimidate him, and that's a commendable thing. His hand tremor is supposed to be linked to stress, but after the first day of meeting Sherlock properly and being whisked away to a crime scene and then being kidnapped by this mysterious man, his hand does not shake, not even a little. Later on we also see him facing a life or death situation; not for him, but for the man he barely knows, the man who introduced him to all this danger again. He shoots the man threatening Sherlock without second guessing it, and was later described as a crack shot. This is not the last or only time we see John excelling under pressure, which is to be expected of a man who has gone to war.

John is also dependable and always tries to be there for those he cares about. This is why his romantic relationships tend to suffer; as an ex once put it, how can she compete with Sherlock Holmes? Without really realizing it, John has put Sherlock on a pedestal and whenever Sherlock calls? He's there. Now, John may have a temper and Sherlock is very good at hitting all those buttons, all the wrong things that makes John tick. He never once leaves him, not for good. He may need a bit of a breather, like a walk or even spending the night elsewhere if Sherlock's temper tantrums are too much to take.

But John always comes back, without question. He always comes back.

John is a tough man to break, but Sherlock's fall may have done it. Throughout the series we see him try to appeal to Sherlock's human side, often getting frustrated by the less than stellar results. So when he calls the man a machine and it's the last face to face interaction he gets? It still haunts him. But he is still unimaginably loyal. When Sherlock was being defaced, even when the man himself tried to tell him he was a fraud, John never doubted him, still hasn't doubted him. At the cemetery we see John emotional, truly emotional for one of the first times. We see him break down, briefly, and plead to the headstone- for that one last miracle, for Sherlock to be alive. He claims Sherlock is the most human, human being he has ever met, and that no one could ever convince him that he told him a lie.

That's the kind of man John is. He is kind, he is brave, dependable and reliable and he is, without a doubt the most loyal man you could ever want on your side.

First Person: [Good afternoon, Ruby City! You are greeted by the sky for a brief moment, as the gentleman handling the watch was fumbling with it for a moment or two. This technology did not agree with him, he much preferred his mobile, but since that won't be happening he needed to deal with this. There is a glimpse of sandy blond hair, then of a lovely vacant house, before finally focusing on the man holding the device. John manages a brief and forced smile before he wets his lips absently, clearing his throat.]

Right- ah. I will assume this is... broadcasting? If not then I'll look quite mad, a bloke talking to his watch. But I suppose this is one of the tamer things I've done, all things considering. [Right, he's rambling. Shaking his head he looks over the screen before continuing.]

So when I came here I was told I could take any vacant flat or home of my choosing. Sounds a bit fishy, that. Took a bit of a walk to scout out the... ah, real estate as it were? And I found this... seemingly vacant home.

[Give him a moment, he's turning the watch around so he can focus on the empty looking property. It's brief and John is still squinting at it when he turns the feed back on himself again.]

I can't really just go in there and claim it as my own, can I? That doesn't make any sense. Someone must be trying to pull my leg.

[A thoughtful pause.]

...Right?

Third Person: Someone once told him that time had the ability to heal all wounds, great or small, and as long as he held his head high with a stiff upper lip he would be fine. Of course that was a load of bollocks, John never quite took to that line of thinking, as a doctor he couldn't afford to. Physically he was doing better, although with the stress of losing his best friend and the change of the weather, he found that his shoulder and leg would start to hurt more often than he would like. He had taken to carrying his cane around again, if it happened to be particularly chilly out his leg would grow stiff and he would have some trouble getting around. Emotionally he hadn't been faring very well, he stopped making regular visits to his psychiatrist (much to her annoyance) and he just spent the rest of his days in some sort of calm and despondent routine.

John would wake up at precisely six a.m. every morning, whether he had work or not- no, not work, he had been on leave since Sherlock fell, having grown lethargic and unresponsive when it came to his clients. He would prepare himself a nice, warm cuppa along with toast and an apple; only to drink half and ignore the food. He would shower, stare at his blog, maybe watch some telly if he felt like he had the energy to move. If he did eat in the morning he might take a walk but that was also hard. The city was a battlefield, Sherlock's battlefield, and without him he couldn't exactly face the day to day war. Slipping back into this depression had taken it's toll on him, and he knew deep down that it was pathetic, that he had to get over this.

It wasn't so easy, however. The nightmares came back, the sounds of war haunting him every time he closed his eyes. A new war. A war waged between two geniuses and the mess that lay between them from their careless actions.

"Goodbye, John."

He could still hear him, and he'd wake up in a cold sweat screaming his name. Only to realize where he was, curl up on his small and cold bed and sob himself back to sleep. He felt lost and alone, and he knew he had to get out of this funk. It was an irrational decision, to step out of his new flat, smaller flat, taking a train to the cemetery where his best friend lay six feet under the ground. Underneath the polished headstone bearing his name, where he planned to spend a few hours talking to the stone, hoping in some way that Sherlock could hear him, and... in his naive way, hoping he'd come back.

But when John stepped off the train, he is not greeted by the gloom of London's sky, no. He found himself stepping onto a train station to a place he's never been before. He heard his cane fall to the ground next to him as he stared wide eyed at the welcoming signs and the fliers; WELCOME TO RUBY CITY. Mouth agape he turned to scurry back onto the train before it left, but much to his surprise... it was gone.

Leaving him stranded. And yet, in the back of his mind, he hoped beyond hope that maybe... just maybe Sherlock would be here to greet him.
Edited 2013-04-14 06:51 (UTC)