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Sherlock Holmes: Profile
PLAYER
Name: Frames
Personal Journal: sherly-deductive.dreamwidth.org
E-mail: adre_2008@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: sephiroth_2008@hotmail.com
CHARACTER
Name: Sherlock Holmes
Canon: Sherlock (BBC)
Timeline: Shortly after ‘The Reichenbach Fall’
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: Sherlock Holmes is the world’s only consulting detective- a proper genius with a lack of tact and social graces whose abilities border on implausible . Anyone meeting him for the first time may find him handsome and charming- until he opens his mouth. Abrasive and insulting with his uncontrollable need to make deductions about anything that he takes notice of (his greatest strength and weakness is his observation of everything) and his inclination for calling everyone an idiot does not make him the most approachable of characters.
Even to those he works with at the Scotland Yard solving cases call him a freak, particularly Sally Donovan who has nicknamed him just that.
The only exception to this would be his flatmate John Watson. Upon meeting him, he was able to deduce his military past and his relationship with his sister in his mobile, though after, John was only stunned and stated that Sherlock’s ability was amazing. He moved into 221B Baker Street with him and together they continued to go on cases, the military doctor acting as his moral compass.
His ability to concentrate and focus is unrivaled, even creating a cognitive ‘Mind Palace’ for which he can retrieve any past information he’s stored away. He even compares his mind to a computer’s hard drive, deleting information he finds useless- such as the Solar System or people’s names he finds irrelevant. Due to his intense focus he can go for days without talking or adverse to that, ramble for hours on end to get his point across.
He is eccentric and describes himself as a high-functioning sociopath. He has limited empathy even in hostage or murder situations, the thing that matters most in his opinion is the case and so long as he can solve it in the end, the consequences are irrelevant. He is always meticulously well-groomed even when running about the streets of London after criminals.
There is nothing worse for Sherlock than an idle mind and will do almost anything to alleviate the boredom of everyday life, including experiments on dead bodies. He is socially awkward and doesn’t seem to understand common norms in public behavior, which is where Watson comes in.
Whenever Sherlock says things that are hurtful or out of line, the doctor is there to clean up the mess. His relationship with the doctor is extraordinary, they rely on each other and John is the one constant friend that Sherlock can be himself around- in a way making him more human.
This is all tested when Moriarty shows up, appealing to Sherlock’s sociopathic side by giving him difficult cases to solve. The more difficult the situation, the more interested he becomes. To him, James Moriarty is like a hit of cocaine- he stimulates his mind and makes even the dullest reaches of normalcy seem bearable, and to someone who has had a past with addiction, once isn’t enough. Sherlock enjoys the chase and the thrill of solving a case whereas Moriarty enjoys watching him dance.
First Person: [He couldn’t recall having fallen asleep, but the fogginess in his mind indicates that it had indeed happened. Opening his eyes, he expects to be sat in the same train car as he had been earlier- only it appears that he is the only person in the entire section. ..No, that’s not quite right either. The only sound is that of the train moving on the tracks. So he’s alone. How long has he been asleep? It can’t have been too long…Taking a look out the window proves otherwise as stretching land surrounds everything and it doesn’t look like it’s going to stop any time soon.]
Well this is tedious...And clearly not Marseille. [His eyebrows draw together, screwing his face into a scowl as he takes a moment to gather his bearings.]
[He moves to stand, and has a walk around to confirm that there is absolutely no one else on board with him. Still, silence and empty seats greet him. He needs to figure out what’s going on, so he starts with the facts. He checks his pockets, confirming that his wallet and mobile are still firmly intact, but his fingers brush up against a foreign object he hadn't taken notice of before. Upon further investigation, it turns out to be a silver pocket watch, tarnished with age.]
[Opening the device proves that it isn’t exactly ordinary. There are buttons adorning its sides but it is unclear as to how they function.] Hn. An idiot would assume this was a device put in place by someone with ill-intent, but obviously this isn’t the case.
Third Person: There was no possible way it was true. I couldn’t be- it was absolutely absurd, illogical and fantastic. And yet, he had seen it with his own two eyes. The monstrous hound in Dewell's Hollow; far bigger than any dog could possibly be, mouth full of too-sharp teeth and a snarl that seeped into his bones and made the hair on his neck stand on end. Everything in his mind had screamed that it had been all wrong. There was no way this beast existed and it was scientifically impossible, even with the likelihood of genetic manipulation at Baskerville! And yet..he had seen it with his own eyes and he trusted his senses and logic more than anything. Fear had gripped him so hard it left him shaking despite his mind willing this..irrelevant emotion to end.
Sitting beside the hearth, he had nursed a glass of whiskey, a tremor till running through his hand as he tried reigning himself in.
“Look at me. I’m afraid, John. Me.” He took a drink of the ember liquid, holding the glass up once he’d finished, showing the doctor his shaking hand.
“I’ve always been able to keep myself distant..divorce myself from feelings. But look, you see?” He held up his shaking hand once again and glared at it. “Body’s betraying me. Interesting, isn’t it? Emotions..”
He slammed the empty glass down on the empty table beside him, a scowl on his face. And it was too much, looking at John with that concerned face he always wore. Why did he have to constantly try to prove that he was human? Emotions were useless and got in the way. The fear was gripping him again and he put his fingertips to his temples, trying to calm himself and keep from hyperventilating. All the while, John had been there trying to help him, giving him soothing words. Whipping his head up, eyes bright he lost his temper. “THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” Unable to control himself, he had gone on a tirade to prove to John that he was absolutely fine and ultimately making the doctor unable to say much, only extending advice as a friend.
“I don’t have friends.” He queried as to why it felt like acid was eating its way slowly through his stomach after the words were spit out and John had stormed away, his parting words biting more than the fear. No, I wonder why?
Name: Frames
Personal Journal: sherly-deductive.dreamwidth.org
E-mail: adre_2008@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: sephiroth_2008@hotmail.com
CHARACTER
Name: Sherlock Holmes
Canon: Sherlock (BBC)
Timeline: Shortly after ‘The Reichenbach Fall’
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: Sherlock Holmes is the world’s only consulting detective- a proper genius with a lack of tact and social graces whose abilities border on implausible . Anyone meeting him for the first time may find him handsome and charming- until he opens his mouth. Abrasive and insulting with his uncontrollable need to make deductions about anything that he takes notice of (his greatest strength and weakness is his observation of everything) and his inclination for calling everyone an idiot does not make him the most approachable of characters.
Even to those he works with at the Scotland Yard solving cases call him a freak, particularly Sally Donovan who has nicknamed him just that.
The only exception to this would be his flatmate John Watson. Upon meeting him, he was able to deduce his military past and his relationship with his sister in his mobile, though after, John was only stunned and stated that Sherlock’s ability was amazing. He moved into 221B Baker Street with him and together they continued to go on cases, the military doctor acting as his moral compass.
His ability to concentrate and focus is unrivaled, even creating a cognitive ‘Mind Palace’ for which he can retrieve any past information he’s stored away. He even compares his mind to a computer’s hard drive, deleting information he finds useless- such as the Solar System or people’s names he finds irrelevant. Due to his intense focus he can go for days without talking or adverse to that, ramble for hours on end to get his point across.
He is eccentric and describes himself as a high-functioning sociopath. He has limited empathy even in hostage or murder situations, the thing that matters most in his opinion is the case and so long as he can solve it in the end, the consequences are irrelevant. He is always meticulously well-groomed even when running about the streets of London after criminals.
There is nothing worse for Sherlock than an idle mind and will do almost anything to alleviate the boredom of everyday life, including experiments on dead bodies. He is socially awkward and doesn’t seem to understand common norms in public behavior, which is where Watson comes in.
Whenever Sherlock says things that are hurtful or out of line, the doctor is there to clean up the mess. His relationship with the doctor is extraordinary, they rely on each other and John is the one constant friend that Sherlock can be himself around- in a way making him more human.
This is all tested when Moriarty shows up, appealing to Sherlock’s sociopathic side by giving him difficult cases to solve. The more difficult the situation, the more interested he becomes. To him, James Moriarty is like a hit of cocaine- he stimulates his mind and makes even the dullest reaches of normalcy seem bearable, and to someone who has had a past with addiction, once isn’t enough. Sherlock enjoys the chase and the thrill of solving a case whereas Moriarty enjoys watching him dance.
First Person: [He couldn’t recall having fallen asleep, but the fogginess in his mind indicates that it had indeed happened. Opening his eyes, he expects to be sat in the same train car as he had been earlier- only it appears that he is the only person in the entire section. ..No, that’s not quite right either. The only sound is that of the train moving on the tracks. So he’s alone. How long has he been asleep? It can’t have been too long…Taking a look out the window proves otherwise as stretching land surrounds everything and it doesn’t look like it’s going to stop any time soon.]
Well this is tedious...And clearly not Marseille. [His eyebrows draw together, screwing his face into a scowl as he takes a moment to gather his bearings.]
[He moves to stand, and has a walk around to confirm that there is absolutely no one else on board with him. Still, silence and empty seats greet him. He needs to figure out what’s going on, so he starts with the facts. He checks his pockets, confirming that his wallet and mobile are still firmly intact, but his fingers brush up against a foreign object he hadn't taken notice of before. Upon further investigation, it turns out to be a silver pocket watch, tarnished with age.]
[Opening the device proves that it isn’t exactly ordinary. There are buttons adorning its sides but it is unclear as to how they function.] Hn. An idiot would assume this was a device put in place by someone with ill-intent, but obviously this isn’t the case.
Third Person: There was no possible way it was true. I couldn’t be- it was absolutely absurd, illogical and fantastic. And yet, he had seen it with his own two eyes. The monstrous hound in Dewell's Hollow; far bigger than any dog could possibly be, mouth full of too-sharp teeth and a snarl that seeped into his bones and made the hair on his neck stand on end. Everything in his mind had screamed that it had been all wrong. There was no way this beast existed and it was scientifically impossible, even with the likelihood of genetic manipulation at Baskerville! And yet..he had seen it with his own eyes and he trusted his senses and logic more than anything. Fear had gripped him so hard it left him shaking despite his mind willing this..irrelevant emotion to end.
Sitting beside the hearth, he had nursed a glass of whiskey, a tremor till running through his hand as he tried reigning himself in.
“Look at me. I’m afraid, John. Me.” He took a drink of the ember liquid, holding the glass up once he’d finished, showing the doctor his shaking hand.
“I’ve always been able to keep myself distant..divorce myself from feelings. But look, you see?” He held up his shaking hand once again and glared at it. “Body’s betraying me. Interesting, isn’t it? Emotions..”
He slammed the empty glass down on the empty table beside him, a scowl on his face. And it was too much, looking at John with that concerned face he always wore. Why did he have to constantly try to prove that he was human? Emotions were useless and got in the way. The fear was gripping him again and he put his fingertips to his temples, trying to calm himself and keep from hyperventilating. All the while, John had been there trying to help him, giving him soothing words. Whipping his head up, eyes bright he lost his temper. “THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” Unable to control himself, he had gone on a tirade to prove to John that he was absolutely fine and ultimately making the doctor unable to say much, only extending advice as a friend.
“I don’t have friends.” He queried as to why it felt like acid was eating its way slowly through his stomach after the words were spit out and John had stormed away, his parting words biting more than the fear. No, I wonder why?