John Watson//Margay

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

John Watson
I always knew that making friends with you would end up in disaster.

Gender: male
Age: 4 years
Birth-country: England
Species: Margay
*Pride: Eznox
*Rank: n/a

Eye color: brown
Body Build: bulky
Fur Length: regular

Mother: "mummy"
Father: n/a
Siblings: Harriet (sister)
Friends: Sherlock (<3)
Mate: none
Children: none

Do they favor their birth-country, or the USA grounds?: indifferent
Personality:
Watson is the companion of Sherlock Holmes; the rather-less-bright sidekick to the great detective and second member of the renowned sleuthing partnership. Watson is a man gifted with above average intelligence, considerable education, a great deal of passion and sympathy, but with a fairly conventional imagination. Watson is somewhat submissive, yet not quite a brown-noser. In truth, the man has little reservation when speaking to his best friend and worst enemy, Sherlock. However, he understands that sometimes Sherlock must do questionable things in order to come to a conclusion, and John accepts that with little hesitation. All in all, John is brave, resourceful and practical. He is extremely loyal to Sherlock, and will usually, but not always, do what Sherlock asks him to.

Due to his military career, John is extremely proficient with battle moves, far more so than Sherlock.

When it comes to the end of things, Watson is a man you can trust. He is as honest as he is dedicated. One can not know Holmes in the way they do, had not his zealotry been viewed through Watson's stability, his cold analysis through Watson's empathy, and his specialisation through Watson's well-rounded comprehensivity. Stability, empathy and comprehensivity - you couldn't want for better qualities in a comrad.

Despite the drawback of species, John has an indepth knowledge of medicine. Both herbal and pharmacutical, he is useful when illness falls on a friend. It is his expertise that earned him the name "Doctor Watson", as he is the general practicioner to any and all that request. A friendly cat, even rival prides will be granted his aid in asked. But only if Holmes permits. Above all things, John is loyal to Sherlock. He loves his jaguar, his best friend. The man is his world.

History:
Watson was born part of an escaped family in England. He held his freedom with his mother and sister for six months before he and his sibling were taken by the wretched olfs that he would learn by the term of Murder Apes. Both his sister and him were forced into an army of the creatures, pushed into a war that had no say in. His sister found refuge in drinking with the Murder Apes, dancing for their delight, doing anything to get the blessed medicine called alcohol. Disgusted by the degration his sister went through, Watson found himself hovering closer to the medical arena, watching the doctors with interest. The Murder Apes in this war were not as evil as many others. They took a real interest and liking in the felines that fought by their side. The Murder Apes that John found himself around even took the time to explain medicines to him. They obviously did not believe him to understand, but they wanted a companion in this forsaken world, and John was willing to lay beside them at night and defend them on the battle field.

The war ended a year and a half later, and John found himself shipped with his sister to the Americas. While he had grown profoundly in his knowledge, Harriet had become dependent on the alcohol the armymen had given her. Her mind had been worked so little, all she knew was war. But John knew how to fight, and then how to heal the wounds he inflicted.

The two were seperated, much to John's pleasure (he had grown a great distaste for his alcoholic sibling). John found himself planted in the home of another illegal animal; Sherlock. The brute was an insufferable housemate and John did his best to keep his distance. However, the biggest chain shackling him to Holmes was none other than himself. What an unpleasant, knowitall, buffoon! I must see more...

The two became the best of friends, and yet, the worst of enemies. This inseperable relationship only grew stronger when the wife of their master was murderer, and the two were the detectives that caught the culprit. Each was the other's drug, and they needed each other to be able to operate. They were dependent, as much as both refused to admit it. Sherlock was far too proud, while Watson was simply disgusted that he needed a man who was so arrogant.

A few months after the murder mystery was solved, Sherlock decided it was time for a change. Much to John's dismay, he had to follow suit. His friend would not survive in the wild on wits alone; John knew the world, while Holmes did not. So, John tailed the man, and eventually convinced the brute that they must at least join a pride for some further protection. And this is how they came to live in Eznox.