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Character Name: Sherlock Holmes

Canon: Guy Richie's Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows

AU/OC/Previous Game: N/A

Age: Late thirties

Appearance: Looks like a scruffier version of Robert Downey Jr. Dressed in Victorian-esque clothes (coat, two inner vests. Unlike most Victorians, he doesn't dress fancy very often, preferring simpler Bohemian style). http://comicbuzz.com/files/2011/12/Sherlock-Holmes-A-Game-of-Shadows-Wallpaper-04.jpg Reference picture!

Cause of Death: He fell to his death in the Reichenbach Falls, drowning Moriarty with him.

Impact of Death: It was a death he chose so he's fairly at peace with his decision. The only regret he has is not telling John about it. And having John witness his death.

References Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_Holmes:_A_Game_of_Shadows

Character Info:
London was in quite a state before Sherlock Holmes. With his brutish mannerisms and impeccable logical deductions, Sherlock endeared himself (somewhat) to Scotland Yard, often lending his assistance from time to time. But for Holmes, it was merely a way to pass his boredom, his need to defeat new puzzles and challenges that are thrown his way and quite often, they're not up to standard. However, the case he closed on a secret cult proved to be more than fortuitous to that desire. Despite his conflict with Watson moving on in his life, Holmes tackles the problems with his usual gusto and demeaning remarks to Scotland Yard.

Sherlock Holmes is certainly not the most likeable person out there. He's rude, obnoxious and he seems to think he's always right. In his defense, he usually is, but he shows off his skills with a depreciating remark that sets everyone at unease. Still, there's not denying his skill and his amazing jumps at logical deduction. He can be charming and play the good fool if he chooses, but it's only a skill to him, nothing more. With a pipe and his odd mannerisms at hand, Sherlock Holmes is a brute, a fiend and a master at depravity. But you can never forget him. Just as he can never forego justice and the need to save human life when he can or the slight possessiveness he has towards people he actually enjoys being around with.


In the game of shadows, he loses none of these qualities, but he becomes more aware of how his life impacts those around him. Watching John Watson's wedding showed Sherlock that his life was tied to others and it was easy enough to damage him, when he had people he cared about. Sherlock becomes driven, intense and almost maniacal in his game with Moriarty, but in the end, he learns that there are other ways to play the game and chooses to die in order to protect John Watson's life, a choice he'll make over and over, no matter what the consequences.

Old Game Info:
N/A

Abilities (before Powercap): He's completely human so no powercap necessary.

Abilities (after Powercap): N/A

Items Brought In: His set of lockpicks, a pistol and his pipe.

Samples:
You must do two of any of the following four:

3 threads of you playing the character elsewhere.
-- http://pandoras.dreamwidth.org/1736.html#comments
--221B was linked to a dimension with doors leading to different worlds.


http://pandoras.dreamwidth.org/3569.html?thread=258289#cmt258289
- Sherlock was trying to procure his notebook back from Irene

http://pandoras.dreamwidth.org/1018.html?thread=4602#cmt4602
- Sherlock meets Spock

third person sample

The best word for it would be... ethereal. Not that any place can truly be ethereal unless it was set in another world. Holmes wouldn't discount that possibility, no matter how unlikely it seemed. Still, ethereal was such a fanciful word. It didn't suit him to use it. Regardless though, it does suit this place. The garden was well-tended to, yet it gave off the impression of growing wildly, beyond any gardener's control. Which made more sense than his ethereal comment. A gardener who leaves his garden unattended and all sorts of oddities are bound to crop up. Now, all that matter was getting to the bottom of the very nature of the garden itself and the gardener. A mystery. He could feel his body hum with the pleasure of it. A true mystery, the likes no one has ever seen. Watson would be disappointed that he was missing out. Perhaps he could pocket a flower or two for study. Holmes took out his pipe and lit it, making sure to keep a distance from the verge.

Everything in his mind swam. Hypothesis was after all conjecture. There wasn't nearly enough data for him to make any conclusions. His fingers itched and he pulled the pipe out of his mouth restlessly. It was too soon, he felt. Even if the last case he solved left him daring, dying for more, he had plans in London. And a one sinister Professor had plans for London. Could he really afford to taper off into unknown territory?

How sensible that sounded.

How ridiculous. He laughed and stuck the pipe back in his mouth and puffed. He had been thinking like Watson. A dangerous thing to do. He had to stick with his data and follow the conclusion to the very end. Anything else... would be deplorable. No, he was here now, carpe diem if he truly wanted to be pretentious. Holmes stuck his hands into his coat pockets, watching the puffs of smoke drift into the air. Dilly-dallying was not the quality of the detective after all.