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Player Information:
Player name: Ammay
Personal Lj: mccarthyism
AIM and/or E-Mail: aim: eyes up here plz
Timezone: CST
Character Information:
Full Name: Sherlock Holmes
Series Taken From: Sherlock Holmes (2009 movie)
Power Retained: N/A
Background: Born anywhere from 1854 to 1868 on the 6th of January in Victorian London, little is known about Holmes' younger life. He does have a brother - Mycroft - who is infinitely more talented than Holmes in observation and deduction (but all of the drive was put into Holmes, as Mycroft doesn't even try to verify his normally correct conclusions). It can be inferred that he attended Cambridge (and there that he started to develop his talent of observation by solving the cases brought to him by other students) and after graduating started his own consulting detective agency. Eventually he has to take a roommate on because Holmes can no longer pay the bills by himself - eventually rooming with one Doctor John Watson in 221B Baker Street.
They actually get on well, if one describes well as a relationship of 'brothers, not in blood but in bond'. And while that's true, it's more of a roller-coaster ride of a relationship with each causing the other no undue amount of aggravation; yet they remain close.
(MOVIE)
1891. London. There had been a string of (apparently) occult muddlers about - five in total. Luckily for the sixth girl in line, Holmes and Watson arrive just in time to prevent her death at the hands of Lord Blackwood.
Flash forward three months and Watson has made clear his intentions to marry Mary Morstan and move out. Holmes is less than pleased that Watson never learned bros before hos and hasn't taken a case on in the three months since Blackwood's arrest. It just so happens that Blackwood has just been sentenced to death and his last request is for Holmes to visit him in prison. This goes down as well as anyone would expect (Blackwood tells him three more people will die) and then he's hanged and Watson declares him dead.
A few days later and Holmes is still sulking over the approaching loss of his bro when Irene Adler shows up in his room - the only woman to have ever outsmarted him. She is the woman to him, probably for that reason, and he admires her as much as he just wishes she'd stay out of his life. Anyway she gives him a case to work on - find a man called Reordan (but Holmes being Holmes follows her and disguises himself in order to see who she's working for).
From this point on, things get weirder. Blackwood's tomb seems to be blown open from inside out, Reordan is dead inside the coffin meant for Blackwood, and now Blackwood is supposedly risen from the dead. Being the barf that he is, Holmes and Watson find their way to Redoran's apartment only to end up in more trouble, as well as finding some interesting things that will come in handy later. He also manages to piss off Mary and Watson in five minutes flat. Way to go.
THINGS HAPPEN and more people die and give Holmes clues about solving this mystery. Also Watson nearly dies while Holmes was trying to save Irene from death by slaughterhouse and Holmes is really not pleased with this. More events happen and in sum: Blackwood nearly gasses Parliament then dies by accidental hanging on the London Bridge, someone steals an important part of the machine that was going to be used to gas Parliament, and Irene warns Holmes of a man called Professor Moriarty.
YEAH. Also Watson is moving out and Holmes is at least accepting of Mary. How nice of him. One day Holmes decides to go out of his set of rooms, only to end up in the House - it's not what he was expecting but it is a change of pace and now Watson can't tell him to get out and get some fresh air.
Sample Third-Person Post: He was going mad. Holmes could find no other conclusion for his current state of mind -- there was the usual (limps slightly to the left, lack of scars indicate a sports related injury -- three weeks, three and a half; smells of smoke despite the lack of any tobacco -- heavy smoker) that was the familiar background buzz and what he found himself falling back on more and more.
It was not his fault that he'd arrived without his violin or, as was just as pressing, any amount of cocaine. Keeping himself busy was the key -- and not impossible -- for if he slowed down for a moment he would find himself twitching (drumming a patter of four against any surface thumpthumpthump thump). A laboratory would provide some sort of relief provided it had everything he needed. Unlikely, but it would at least be something.
Until that point he would content himself with his roommate (bachelor, perpetually so by the state of his side of the room -- probably born into a lower class family due to either the clearing of his plate or the hoarding of food, purely out of habit as far as he could tell) and the promise of unraveling the mystery of the House. And such a mystery it was.
Sample First-Person Post: It seems I am blessed to never have to get a breath of fresh air again. Perhaps Watson will be less persistent in his demands that I go outside now that, for all intents and purposes, it is impossible to do so. But nothing is ever truly impossible -- all can be explained with a careful examination of facts and the proper application of logic.
Which is why you all should be thankful that I am here. But first, before I apply my by no means incapable mind to this matter, I would ask that someone supply me with a violin. I fear I may go mad.