Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 15, 2010 20:37:37 GMT -5
``Sherlock Holmes~
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``elementary~
birth name~ Sherlock Holmes
nicknames~ n/a
age && date of birth~ 37 && January 17th
gender~ male
sexuality~ straight/asexual
occupation~ consulting detective
canon / original~ canon
``case file~
hair color~ dark brown
eye color~ brown
height~ 5'10"
weight~ 180
physical flaws~ none
general appearance~ 100+ words
Sherlock is not a small man, standing at about 5 feet 10 inches tall. He is extremely well built for a detective, and he is easily able to use baritsu, the japanese form of wrestling. His unkempt black hair goes off in all directions, though he usually covers it up with his beaten up black fedora. Brown irises glint with the various thoughts and emotions going through his head, but they're almost too hard to really see and determine what they mean if you don't know him. He usually wears a black coat over whatever he's wearing at the time.
``trifles~
likes~ at least five
- his cases
- Watson
- conducting scientific experiments
- playing the violin
- baffling the inspectors of Scotland Yard
dislikes~ at least five
- being unable to solve a case
- Watson's move
- ordinary cases
- having nothing to do
- giving long, tedious explanations for every little thing
habits~ at least three
- keeping his plans hidden until their culmination
- playing the violin when he's thinking
- never really leaves Baker Street except when working
weaknesses~ at least three
- antisocial/loner
- tires himself out after cases
- easily falls into depression with nothing to do
strengths~ at least three
- brilliant
- observant
- doesn't theorize before he has sufficient data
goals~
- to solve the cases others can't
- to maintain his friendship with Watson
secrets~
- doesn't like to have photos taken of him
- used to be a cocaine addict until Watson "weaned" him off of it
overall personality~ 200+ words
Sherlock is an incredibly hard person to describe, as he puts on a cold, detatched front to everyone. When his great mental faculties are being put to good use, like when he is on a case, he is energetic and passionate, devising intricate strategies to catch criminals and wanting to see his cases through 'til their close. However, when he isn't on a case, which includes right after finishing one, he is overly lethargic and will do just about anything to keep his great mind busy. He's even known to perform seemingly random scientific experiments upon his and Watson’s dog, or, very rarely, himself to combat the "dumps" that he finds himself in.
He is also quite a bit of a loner, and he doesn't strive to make friends at all. He feels that emotional attachment to a client hinders his ability to work through their case. The only people he seems to have a definite attachment to are Watson and Irene Adler. He and Watson are like brothers, and he is more obsessed than in love with Adler. He has an ego that borders on arrogant, but with justification; he draws pleasure from baffling his colleagues with his superior deductions. He does not seek fame, however, and is usually content to allow others to take public credit for his detective work.
He has some very curious habits, as well. He plays the violin when he's thinking, as it seems to help him concentrate and sort things out. He hides his plans from people, including the inspectors of Scotland Yard, and even Watson. Sometimes, when in the middle of a case, he'll stop sleeping, instead running on nothing but the thrill of the chase. He's even stopped eating for the period of time that he's on the case, relying on his iron strength until he had finally overworked himself.
When solving a case and catching the criminal requires him to function outside of the law, he will do so without hesitation. If he deems that the accused was justified in committing the crime, he will let them go, without telling the police that he’d even caught them. He takes extreme pride in his work, but almost never shows it. He doesn’t display his emotions often, but they are there, usually expressed through the glints in his eyes rather than upon his face.
``evidence~
hometown~ Peterborough
current town~ London
parents~
- Emily Holmes - mother
- Carlisle Holmes - father
siblings~
- Mycroft Holmes - older brother
pets~
- Gladstone - bull dog (he went with Watson)
other relatives~ none
history~ 400+ words
As a child, Sherlock went to school, did his homework, and got excellent grades, but hated every minute of it. All it really gave him was boredom, even though he loved learning new things. On his own time, he started reading just about everything he could get his hands on, and he went through his elementary, middle and high school libraries within a couple of months, while still getting perfect grades.
In high school, he fell in love with science. He would expand upon the curriculum and conduct his own experiments at home. His fascination grew and grew in his days at Cambridge, and he became an independent student of chemistry. He also began to hone his seemingly unnatural powers of observation and deduction.
When his friend's father richly complimented his deductive skills, he continued to work on them, and soon gained a reputation within the university. Classmates would bring cases to him, and he would solve them. He was soon hailed for many types of cases, and he found that he enjoyed being able to put his mind to work in a way that mere schooling couldn't do.
When his finances started to go south, he looked for a roommate to share the rent for 221B Baker Street and found Dr. John Watson, who would become his closest friend. Watson helped him with many of his cases, documenting and publishing them.
After quite a few years of partnership, Sherlock is definitely attached to him, and they had become brothers - not in blood, but in bond. When he learned that his friend would be moving out of Baker Street to be with his fiancee, Mary, it didn't go over great. Sherlock's life is his work, basically, and if Watson wasn't in his work, he wasn't in his life. Naturally, Sherlock didn't react very well, being generally passive-aggressive in matters that involved Mary.
In the middle of this, Sherlock and Watson were called on their last case together, the murder of young women in London. They caught the murderer, Lord Blackwood, and he was hanged. Watson himself pronounced the man dead. Meanwhile, Sherlock was paid a visit by Miss Irene Adler, and was given the case to find a certain ginger midget.
Blackwood survived the hanging somehow, and he started to wreak havoc upon London. Sherlock and Watson found Adler's ginger midget in the coffin that was supposed to be Blackwood's. Sherlock persists in the case, wanting to find and capture Blackwood to restore Watson's medical credibility.
Eventually, they found him, saw through his plans to take over the Union, and stopped him from killing Parliament with cyanide. It turned out that Adler was being "employed" by a man named Moriarty. Sherlock, on his own since Watson is now living with Mary, has been on his tail ever since, though the trail has gone cold.
``east wind~
rp sample~ 100+ words
The flat of 221B Baker Street was all quiet that night. The curtains were drawn and there seemed to be no life within. To the people who knew the man who lived there, however, they knew. He was there, sitting in his favorite chair, most likely with his revolver, violin, or some sort of odd gadget in his hand to keep from succumbing to the dark depressions that lingered around him when he wasn't working.
Sherlock Holmes stared at the wall, the patriotic "VR" marked in bullet holes staring back at him from the opposite wall. The gentle click of the bullets into their chambers echoed in the black silence of the room. It was the experiment he'd started a while ago, back before Lord Blackwood had spread his mass panic. He was trying to develop something to muffle the sound of a gunshot. So far, it wasn't working, but maybe he was just going about it the wrong way.
Reviewing how a gun actually fired bullets, the loud bang comes from the explosion of gunpowder in the barrel to forcefully eject the bullet. What else happened in the process? It wasn't just the explosion, there was a lot of air that came out, too. From the small space to the open area, it would be really loud... He'd been going about it all wrong. Instead of muffling the initial explosion, he should work on finding a way to...
What? He couldn't stop the air; that would stop the bullet as well. Could he just relieve the pressure a bit? Plausible. It seemed like the same sort of situation as a champagne bottle being opened. He needed an extension on the barrel, but not the same size. Smaller would create more pressure, which would make it louder, as well as drag the bullet down. Bigger, then. It needed a larger volume. He started mentally designing it, looking at the original one he had designed and assembled before to see what needed to be changed. This time it would work.
anything else~