Post by Deleted on May 26, 2015 2:43:47 GMT -5
Who am I? Just a conscience!
Introduce yourself
Hey, howdy, hey! The name's Zephyr, and I wished upon a star from Basil's Facebook page. Doctor David Q. Dawson and I are so very eager to join the Worlds of Disney circle of life!
Character basics
Character name: Doctor David Q. Dawson
Age: 30
Species: Mouse
Birthplace: Bristol, England
Movie: The Great Mouse Detective
Custom title: Humble Bumbling Doctor
Why: Why'd you pick this character?
Character appearance
Hair description: Dawson has dirty-blonde hair, which he keeps buzzed at a medium length out of military habit and for easy maintenance. He gives it a quick comb through with a brush every day, so it is tidy.
Facial description/mood/expressions: Dawson's face is quite plump, especially in the cheeks. He has bushy eyebrows and a bristly walrus-style mustache. His eyes are a deep brownish-grey.
Most of his emotions show through his eyes and eyebrows. His expressions commonly range between content, sternness, and surprise.
Clothing style: Dawson dresses in a humble, yet decent style. His outfits generally consist of a formal jacket over a comfy sweater vest, accompanied by a simple pair of trousers, collared undershirt, and bow tie. He commonly wears warm socks and comfy, durable shoes. He may or may not wear a hat to go with his ensemble. The main colors he wears are grays, browns, greens, and reds.
Body build: Dawson is quite chubby, attributed mostly to his low metabolism and rather comfortable lifestyle. His diet is well-balanced, though he tends to overindulge when it comes to savory food items. He isn't entirely unhealthy: in fact he is rather hardy, with strong muscles. His limbs are short and stubby. Physically, he is very capable.
Any unique traits (optional): He has a rather harsh scar on his shoulder from a bullet wound.
Original character analysis
Personality: Dawson is a rather average mouse, very aware of his own limits and abilities. Honest and straightforward, he can easily converse with most people (unlike Basil, whose secrecy and tenacity can be off-putting). He also has the unique ability to see the heart behind the brain of the great detective, which is part of why he treasures their companionship so much. His steadfast and patient demeanor contrasts Basil's spark and spontaneity perfectly. He has profound medical knowledge, and is relatively clever in most other aspects (despite how dull he can appear in Basil's presence). He prides himself on his companionship with Basil, and is happy to be able to be a brick wall to bounce ideas off of, as well as an assistant. Though he can be a bit nervous, his cautions are often justified, and he is a very brave individual when need be.
History: In his youth, Dawson was a charming, hardy, and very physically talented bloke. His family consisted at first of his mother, father, and elder brother. As a young boy, he spent much of his time playing with his brother, and looked to him for guidance. When he was four, his mother passed away from cancer. It was late enough in his life that he has memories of her, despite them being few. His older brother was much more affected by her death than Dawson, and as a result became more distant as they aged. This prompted Dawson to become much more sociable with his peers, and though his brother's increasing depression began to bring up problems between them, this stage of his life was a rather happy one. He continued to be very active and sociable; making many friends through joining and participating on sports teams. Upon reaching adolescence, he became quite the ladies man, having many girlfriends throughout his teenage years. During this time, his father fell ill with cancer. His elder brother studying at a university, he often found himself helping with his father's care. Through this, he found he had an affinity for medical practices, and began to pursue them. When time came to leave home and attend university, he chose to study at Barts and The London School of Medicine and Dentistry for Mice, and the University of London for Mice. During his time there he was informed that his father had passed on. This came as a heavy, though expected blow, but he was able to channel his sadness into learning more about medicine, and hopefully preventing deaths such as those of his parents. He graduated and received his medical degree. He trained at Netley as an assistant surgeon to the British Army where his skills became refined, and eventually gave him an in to the British forces itself with the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers in India. During his service, he was alerted of his elder brother's alcoholism and resulting death. The pain of this news was dulled by their separation and the overwhelming woes of war he saw day-to-day. He served well, his medical talents preserving many lives. He was attached to the 66th Regiment of Foot, and saw service in the Second Anglo-Afghan War, where he was wounded at the Battle of Maiwand by a bullet to the shoulder. He suffered enteric fever and was sent back to England, where he had no kin left. He ended up in London where he had studied, hoping to settle down somehow. Instead, he got swept up helping a young girl find her father, and as a result met his colleague and best friend, Basil of Baker Street. He now shares a flat with the peculiar mouse, assisting with cases and serving as his personal biographer, as well as being his friend.
Ambitions: Being past the prime of his life and having served nobly in the army, Dawson had considered himself a mouse with little left to accomplish; until he met Basil, that is. Now his greatest ambition is to accompany the detective on all sorts of adventures and document them. He also has a personal quest to bring out the good heart in Basil.
Strengths & abilities:
-talented surgeon/physician
-a great crack shot
-marvelous literary understanding
-rational, reasonable, moral
-honest, loyal
Flaws:
-weakness for women
-slightly gullible
-trouble focusing on details and taking in radically new concepts
Likes:
-Basil
-delicious food
-beautiful women
Dislikes:
-unappetizing food
-being taken advantage of
-stubbornness
Fears: Being an army man, there is little he fears besides unknowns and creatures much bigger and more powerful than him. His greatest fear however, would be for harm to come to his best friend, Basil.
Anything to add?:
RP SAMPLE:
Dawson coughed wearily and turned his gaze away from the newspaper he was reading to look out the window. It was a dreary day; rain was falling heavily onto the slippery London streets. He had known from the ache in his bones that this was coming, as his body was sensitive to inclement weather, but even so he was especially off-put by the rain. While in Afghanistan, he would have done anything for weather like this, he had barely seen a ray of sunshine since he arrived in London and it was beginning to damper his mood. He folded up his paper and placed it on the side table, heaving himself up to his feet. He paused for a moment, letting the dull ache in his bones fade away, and turned to pick up his empty cup so he could fill it with some warm and soothing tea. Bustling his way into the kitchen, he noticed a plate full of crumpets on the table. "Why," he thought to himself, "Mrs. Judson must have set these out for us. How kind of her!" He cheerfully set the kettle onto the stove, depositing his cup on the counter. Letting the water boil, he gingerly picked up a crumpet and popped it into his mouth. "Mmm," he said aloud, picking up another, "Absolutely scrumptious!" He stopped mid-chew as he heard a loud knock on the door. He brushed his hands of on his vest, and made his way to answer the door, adjusting his jacket as he did so. Upon the front step was an extremely anxious-looking individual. He appeared to be a young man, though he was dressed in a formal flowery frock and carried a girlish umbrella. His face was wet, though Dawson could not determine if this was from tears or rain. "Are you here for Detective Basil?" he asked kindly. The young mouse nodded profusely, wringing his hands around the handle of his umbrella. Dawson stepped back and motioned for the lad to enter. The boy gently shook out his umbrella and stepped into the flat, treading so carefully it looked as though he was afraid he would break the very floor beneath them. Dawson shut the door behind him and guided him to a seat. "There now, make yourself right at home. I'll go and fetch Basil, and we'll get everything sorted out." He patted the mouses hand to comfort him. As soon as he felt the lad was comfortable, he walked briskly to find where Basil had gotten to.