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Sherlock Holmes

"Dear god what is it like in your funny little brains?"

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a character in “A Study in Holmes”, as played by SilverHarted

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◆Name◆
Sherlock Holmes

◆Age◆
27

◆Sex◆
Male

◆Nationality◆
British

◆Sexuality◆
Heterosexual

◆Dialogue Color◆
#330033


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◆Height/weight◆
6'0"/170

◆Eye Color◆
Ice green

◆Hair color◆
Dark brown

◆Scars◆
Only small ones from childhood foolishness


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◆Personality◆
{Smart, Blunt, Semi-Rude, Controlling}
Sherlock is stubborn, and isn't a huge fan of people. His high IQ makes him feel mentally superior to others, seeing as he is, and so he tends to accidently talk down to them. Whenever someone tries to talk to him while he's working hard, he tends to shush them and when they don't stop talking he gets annoyed. Being a investigator isn't an easy job, even for one such as Sherlock, so when he's not working he's working. Just to keep his mind off of how tired he can get sometimes.
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◆Habits◆
✦Laying around with nicotine patches all over his arms
✦Talking to his skull friend
✦Talking down to people
✦Running off on his own when exited

◆Likes◆
✦Murder
✦Solving crime
✦Anything to do with solving murders
✦His extremely few friends

◆Dislikes◆
✦Most people
✦People who call him a psychopath
✦Cops that get in his way
✦Stupid people

◆Weaknesses◆
✦His bluntness
✦His excitement in murders
✦He doesn't communicate well sometimes
✦He accidentally talks down to people

◆Strengths◆
✦His high IQ
✦His ability to problem solve
✦His enjoyment of helping solve murders
✦His few friends


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◆Face Claim◆
Benedict Cumberbatch
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So begins...

Sherlock Holmes's Story

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"Is this the first time he's contacted you?"
Isabelle looked Sherlock in the eyes searching for any kind of answers she could get, she kept her hands in his as if she were afraid that if she let go something horrible were going to happen to her and he was acting as if that were the case as well. Isabelle had never seen Sherlock in such a state of what she could only describe as disorganization, it scared her seeing him that way, so worried, so out of place to how he usually was. Whoever this was sure knew how to get under Sherlock's skin.

"I don't even know who it is Sherlock." She replied keeping her eyes fixed on his. When she finally let go of his hands her own were shaking the anxiety in the room was unbelievably high between everyone who was there. When John got there Isabelle was sitting in Sherlock's chair her hands gently clasped together sitting in her lap, John glanced over at Sherlock before going to her kneeling before her. She barely registered that his fingers were on the pulse point in her wrist, he was checking her vitals but why? "Do you feel alright Isabelle?" John asked putting his finger up which she naturally followed, up down, left right.

"I feel fine." She replied softly glancing over at Sherlock, he still seemed unbelievably on edge, she wanted to do something for him ease the anxiety he was clearly feeling, she just wanted to reach out to him, she wasn't sure what was coming over her. "Just the letter then?" John asked directing the question at Sherlock and Molly who seemed to both just nod.

"But why did he send it to Bella?" Molly asked looking at her friend. "Perhaps, for whatever reason he thinks Bella is a good way to get to Sherlock." John suggested causing Isabelle to shift her gaze from Sherlock's back to her hands.




Bella had eventually fallen asleep curled up in Sherlock's chair, while John had returned to Mary and Molly had returned to her husband Isabelle stayed with Sherlock feeling that her leaving the flat, leaving his sight wouldn't help the matter as it seemed the letter being delivered to her personally was the cause of the distress between everyone. So, she stayed where she was drifting to sleep at around midnight.

"Miss me Sherlock?" Moriarty chuckled walking into the room, he assumed that Sherlock had been expecting him since Isabelle had received the letter. "You've had to have missed me a little bit." He continued moving towards Bella keeping his eyes fixed on her tiny sleeping frame. "So what is it about her? You have to tell me." Moriarty went over to her picking up a piece of her red hair holding it between her fingers chuckling at the reaction Sherlock gave though Bella didn't stir at all.

"What makes her so special, that she can make even your blood run hot? You never looked at the others that way. The stolen glances, its sickening really." He clicked his tongue putting his hands in his pockets catching Sherlock's glare. "Falling prey to your human instincts? How boring you have become Sherlock, how...ordinary. She is pretty I will give you that, you might has to share her with me." He chuckled slightly, now he was just tempting a reaction out of the detective.

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Sherlock glared at Moriarty, and when he touched Isabelle's hair his face visibly reddened. "You keep your hands off of her," Sherlock demanded, his voice a deep growl. He took a few steps forward, attempting to put distance between Isabelle and Moriarty. He was infuriated, his anger overcoming is questions and curiosity. He didn't want to ask questions, he just wanted the intruder out. Moriarty smiled, seeing how probing got the reaction he wanted. He backed up, knowing that Sherlock would strike him if he didn't do as he was told. "Oh? Did I strike a nerve in the nerveless Sherlock Holmes?... She really has changed you, hasn't she?" Moriarty cackled.

Sherlock's brows lowered as his anger was starting to spin out of control. "Get out," He growled through clenched teeth. His nose started to wrinkle in disgust. Moriarty stared at him, a small smile in his eyes. "You best get rid of her, Sherlock, if you wish to go back to the way you use to be... Unfeeling... Straight forward... No distractions... Focused" Sherlock took a few steps forward, his fists tightening. Moriarty's face contorted into one of a look of fear for a split second as he franticly took a few large steps back. Quickly gaining his composure he glared at Sherlock. "I will win this battle, Sherlock... I always win."

Sherlock sprung forward before Moriarty could react. He grabbed the other mans perfectly tailored shirt. Shoving him against the wall, he pressed his face close to Moriarty's. "You didn't win the day you shot yourself... That was you... Giving up... Losing," Sherlock hissed. Fist still wrapped in Moriarty's shirt he shoved him towards the door of the flat before shoving him out and down the stairs. Moriarty toppled down them, letting out a cry of pain when his wrist smacked against the edge of one of the stairs, bone cracking as he rolled on it, breaking his wrist. He got up without a moments hesitation when he his the ground floor, glaring up at Sherlock. "You'll regret that" He growled before storming out of the flat. Sherlock glared down the stairs before turning back, going into the living room again.

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The noise from the encounter surprisingly didn't wake Isabelle up, though she hadn't been sleeping this was the first time she had actually slept in she didn't know how long so perhaps it wasn't so surprising that she didn't wake up. She did wake up in the morning to the sun light filtering into the room, she stretched slightly before opening her eyes. She didn't see Sherlock at first until she looked over at the kitchen where she saw the detective. She got up and went over to him.

"Did you sleep at all?" Isabelle assumed he hadn't but decided she would ask anyway. According to John Sherlock rarely slept if at all, she wondered how he didn't collapse of exhaustion, she had come close to doing that herself a few times. She looked at him smiling slightly at the detective, he needed to smile more, he was always so serious. "Did you get any further with the case?"