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Post by Sherlock Holmes on May 8, 2018 6:53:06 GMT -5
Full Name: Sherlie Locke Holmes Nickname/Alias: Sherlock Holmes Age/Date Of Birth: 42 physically, 9/12 Race: Human Occupation: The Worlds Greatest Detective, Actor Species Group: Hunter Play-By: Charlize Theron
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Likes (At Least 3): ❤ Working Cases ❤ Drugs ❤ Reading
Dislikes (At Least 3): ✗ Ignorance ✗ Failure ✗ Cats
Fears (At Least 2): ☬ Moriarty ☬ Losing those close to her
Goals (At Least 1): ★ Stop Moriarty
Sherlock Holmes is a complicated individual. Intelligent, analytical and a spectacular liar; everything to Sherlock is something of an act, and rarely does anyone get to see behind the curtain to someone who is genuinely a caring, but damaged, individual who only knows how to hide behind the mask she has created. She's very confident of her own skills, and the skills of those she lets into her inner circle, and is often noted as being very loyal to her friends, and incredibly selfish and manipulative to those who aren't.
She's very driven, and reads people easily - often too well, which leads to her being rather pessimistic. She rarely feels bad when she lies or manipulates, but never does it without reason, and despises those who do it without something worthwhile to gain from it. Sherlock also is still very much an addict, having often dipped into the use of Heroine, Morphine and Cocaine back in the day - and will likely relapse into doing just that if given the chance while stressed, this often takes a massive toll on her physically and mentally when the inevitable withdraw comes about. She operates by her own definition of "organized" - which, to everyone else, is massively DISORGANIZED.
Positives (At Least 3): ✧ Analytical ✧ Intelligent ✧ Superb Actor
Negatives (At Least 3): ✦ Addict ✦ Manipulative ✦ Liar
Parents: Katherine Holmes, Boris Holmes (Adoptive) Siblings: Mycroft Holmes (adoptive) Other Family: Unknown Important Others: John Watson, Mary Watson, Irene Adler, James Moriarty
Sherlie was found in a basket at the entrance of a London orphanage, wrapped in a blanket with only her name stitched into a blanket to mark her name. She was taken from the orphanage shortly after by a young artist, Katherine Holmes and her husband. Sherlie was taken in and raised alongside her brother, Mycroft, and didn't have a graceful childhood. Being tormented by Mycroft and other children, and never being taken seriously despite apparent intellect, the young girl eventually took up the art of lying and con artistry in an attempt to turn the tables on the children that pestered her so.
While Mycroft was intelligent enough to see through these lies - the rest were not. Sheri scammed a number of them out of their allowances and displayed time and time again that she was capable of swaying people with her words more than one would expect of a woman, let alone one who was only at the age of 12 at the time. Eventually she even developed the idea of disguising herself, thought beyond basic make up and learning how to do different voices - she never quite had the resources on hand to attain the needed results.
It wasn't until she attempted to con an actor known as Alfred McKallum, who saw right through her facade, that Sherlie's life changed. Alfred led a theater troop - and he knew talent when he saw it, and this young girl had it in troves if she had the right teacher, so the actor took the young girl in as an apprentice to work in the theater with him and his compatriots, with pay. Her parents were thrilled - meanwhile Mycroft, who was already Sherlie's senior, was working his way into the political ladder early, while her parents would pass away young only a few years later.
Operating under the name Sherlie Renee, Sherlie's talent became more apparent as the years went on in the acting circles, and so did her more destructive habits including drugs, drinking and prostitutes but things were turned on their head when, after a show, Sherlie and Alfred were attacked by a vampire. Alfred was killed, but Sherlie survived,with a drive to figure out what the hell happened, but of course no one took a woman seriously when she was attempting to ask questions. So, in one heroine induced haze one night, a week after Alfred was killed, Sherlie created someone else, putting all of the skills she had learned over the years to work; she created Sherlock Holmes, a private detective who was looking into the death of Alfred McKallum.
Using her skill of voices, make up, wigs and even some basic prosthetic's; she crafted an entire identity from scratch of a middle aged Englishman to follow the trail. This eventually took her to meet another man who was investigating the cause of masses of death by blood loss and strange blemishes in his patients; a doctor by the name of John Watson. Watson and Holmes were reluctant to work together until they realized that, without one another, they would never have gotten far in their investigation, working out of Sherlock's home on Baker street. It was in finally finding and confronting this vampire that the two of them learned what they were facing, and in fighting it - Sherlock was injured, while Watson managed to kill it by swinging an ax into it's neck before going to tend to Sherlock.
Emergency surgery back at Sherlock's flat revealed the truth, that it was a woman under all that make up. Watson treated her, and a long talk was had, one where the two eventually agreed that they were a good team, and had probably just saved a number of lives. Watson didn't seem bothered as much by the truth as Sherlock would have expected, and the two agreed that maybe they should work together to learn exactly what they had been fighting that night. It was through this, and the resulting probing of the supernatural community of London, that Sherlock Holmes and John Watson became close friends, learning just how strange the world which they lived in truly was.
More detective cases followed and, supernatural and otherwise, and over time Sherlie Holmes faded away, being replaced bye Sherlock, even in the name that she would go by in between cases, and Watson began covering these cases in writing, editing them to be presentable to the public per Sherlock's request - from encountering Hellhounds in "The Hounds of Baskerville" to a simple, mortal dog - to Sherlock's true identity. Their hunting and case work also eventually led them to two individuals which would change their lives, for the better and the worse; Mary Mortsan and James Moriarty. Mary Mortsan was a Governess, and a Witch who took a liking to John, so much so that she ended up marrying the man shortly after, and becoming a full time member of their working duo, now made trio, as their magical help.
James came as a fan of Sherlock. Innocent, and not seeming quite smart - but he proved himself quire resourceful, which made him useful enough to keep around, despite him seeming somewhat unstable. He became something of a "trainee", having won over Mary and John with his natural charm, idolizing Sherlock while he was under the impression that the detective was his 'best friend' while they went on to tackle a Crossroads Demon who had sunk its claws deep into London's political circles, holding deals over many heads - and going by the name Jack. James proved instrumental in gathering spell components and help in order to stop the threat, all the while operating without an ounce of thanks from the person that he wanted it most from; Sherlock Holmes.
Jack proved to be a skilled opponent, always seeming just a step ahead of the group regardless of what they did. That is where Irene Adler came into play; The Woman, a creature, and the only person Sherlock has ever openly acknowledged as her equal to others. Sherlock quickly grew to admire the creature when she came to her with information on how to lure Jack in and use a spell that Mary could learn in order to control him and lock him away. She worked alongside the group for a long time to attain these goals. And while she worked with them, she fell in love with Sherlock Holmes... Sherlock the man, not the woman wearing the mask. When the case was beginning to reach its head, and Irene made a move on Holmes, only for her to finally admit the truth to her, a rift was formed instantly between the two.
Moriarty came next. The loyal helper, trying to make Sherlock feel better following the confrontation with Irene, had gone out of his way to make her a wonderful dinner and gather the needed spell components in order to capture Jack - what was unlucky for him was that Holmes returned to her flat that night with a drug fueled rage and completely went off on the man, despite him in no way deserving it. She told him that he was nothing to her, that the entire group could function without him. Despite this, Moriarty continued to smile and serve the dinner before he swiftly retreated to his room downstairs. Things were unraveling, it seemed, but they pressed on anyway to capture the Crossroads Demon.
It didn't go as planned when they finally tried to capture Jack. The Crossroads Demon killed Sherlock before the spell was complete, injecting her with an overdose of her own heroine stash and leaving her to die on the floor before he went on to beat John Watson within an inch of his life, and then quickly retreat.
Irene, having heard of what happened, stepped in next. While she and Sherlock were distant - she never wanted her newfound friends harmed... so she played a questionable hand. Deciding that they needed Sherlock in order to stop Jack, who was expanding his grip on London at the time, she convinced Moriarty to make a deal with Jack, to bring back Sherlock. Manipulating him with lies of her having feelings for him in order to convince the unstable and naive fool to do it, just to drop the facade the moment that they had dug Sherlock out of her shallow grave.
Moriarty felt rightfully betrayed. He'd been given a year by Jack, one year - and he'd been lied to. He broke down, he screamed, and he tried to attack the still weak Sherlock, only to be ripped off by Watson and Mary and running off into the night. They didn't hear from the young man again and, as it was dealt - a year later he was found, torn apart by Hellhounds in an opium den. Witnesses to his death claiming that his last words were spent cursing Sherlock Holmes.
A decade passed. Jack was chased from London, cases came and went, the group remained. Irene still kept her distance, but appeared when she decided to make herself known. John and Mary had a daughter, Sherlock was... happy with life. She'd found her high point, even began to break off from using drugs, much to Watson's approval. But all these good things would just go on to set the detective and the Baker Street Group up for a bigger fall.
Moriarty returned. A different face, but still him. A decade in Hell, with all the hate that he had nursed and mistreatment he had dealt with had warped him into a Demon, and he took London by storm. "The Napoleon of Crime" as Holmes would once call him. The Baker Street group traded blows with him for a long time, a give and take story that would be compressed into Watson's book of His Last Bow, writing it as it all happened as something of an escape from the horrors they tackled.
They realized Moriarty, in all his insanity and knowing them all as he did - remembering each of them despite his time in Hell - he was almost impossible to defeat naturally. They could exorcise him, and he would return back not long after with that same, obsessed fervor. And it only got worse over time. A new solution was needed, and they needed time to do that. Irene Adler began to look into reports of Samuel Colt and his fabled "Colt" gun in America, in a desperate bid to find something they could use against Moriarty - but she couldn't find anything of it fast enough. Even Moriarty's remains had mysteriously gone missing from the cemetery. They had nothing, so they needed time before he struck a critical blow by killing Sherlock's brother, Mycroft.
Mary hatched an idea, and with Watson's help, finished His Last Bow with an ending that had yet to come to pass before converting the book into a magical prison. Something geared to pull Moriarty into it, and hold him there, at least for a time. If they had time to perfect the spell, it would have been perfect.
Sadly, they didn't.
Moriarty appeared in their home as black smoke and a desperate plan was hatched. Sherlock was going to use the book, and would have to trigger it herself, and John vowed to pull her out of it the moment they had a solution. She allowed Moriarty to possess her and, in a desperate fight for control, resisted Moriarty enough to open the Book. It sucked the both of them in, and in a flash of orange they were gone, separated from one another within the plot of the book, where Moriarty had no powers. All while the Watson's desperately looked for a way to free their friend without freeing Moriarty.
James was full of surprises, however, and each time they looped through the plot of the story, he learned more. The plot began to twist to his will - something Sherlock was never able to manage no matter how hard she tried. Eventually James twisted it to the point where he would always kill Sherlock in the end. They would always die together, toppling over the edge of a water fall, with Moriarty laughing the whole way down as they fell to their deaths. Over and over again. For decades... and no help ever came.
And then when she came to loop once more, James was gone. The plot of the book began to unravel upon Moriarty's escape. The world and characters began to melt away, slowly. But still it looped, even without Moriarty. Until finally it unraveled enough until the book fell apart, and finally - after over a century - spit Sherlock out into a whole new world.
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Revan let everything Lucy was saying hit her at once, and it felt like the feeling the Angel got when she was still powerful, when someone shot her with a shotgun. She felt terrible, like someone had punched her in the gut, or hit her with a baseball bat. She turned around and her hand went over her mouth, feeling like she was going to throw up. It was better that Lucy was dead than deserving this... No one deserved to be a ghost, the sad, sad existence.
Her throat tightened and tears began to well up, trying a hard as she could to keep from breaking down here on the floor.
She turned to Lucy, seemingly three shades paler, her hair not nearly as vibrant as it seemed to be three years ago, her grey eyes dulled to a shade of black. "Lucy... its 2013..." Revan hadn't been keeping track but she had counted three New Years celebrations since Lucy's death. Her hands went to her face and then back to her sides, her nails digging in to her palms until blood leaked down her fingers. "Three years.. I've counted. Three years I've slept alone in the bed. Three years I've drowned my sorrows I alcohol... Three years with my heart ripped from my chest without you here, Heaven and Earth becoming a living hell to me, leaving me with what options?" Revan wasn't going to lie, she had tried her hand at writing stories like Lucy, but that was the best poetry she could do, even if it was free verse.
Tears were dripping down her cheeks again now, and with the flick of her wrist the TV blinked to life and flicked to the news, where the date would be shown. "Everything I told you... Everything you thought I was crazy over, everything you would joke about... About me being an Angel was not a lie." Revan looked up at her again and then to the floor. "I m-missed you so... s-so much." Revan's legs stopped supporting her then and the pink haired woman fell on the floor, her head tilted down and her face in her hands, sobbing. She knew she shouldn't, but she felt as she did on the day of Lucy's death and funeral. Like all the life had been sucked out of her seeing the person she loved at this fate. But there was a part of Revan that was revived with this, the part of her that she had thought was buried with Lucy... Selfish as it may be to her, Revan was so, so happy Lucy was back.
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Last Edit: Jul 26, 2019 19:20:03 GMT -5 by Hell Hound
1/2 Approved by me. I think it's important for you to keep in mind the British Men of Letters, as they would've had a powerful hold on the supernatural community in London. In the series they knew right when a creature entered the country, so just keep that in mind.