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PLAYER INFORMATION
Player NAME: James / Grue
Current AGE: Over 18.
Personal JOURNAL: n/a
IM & SERVICE: heliosthesiatic, AIM.
Player PLURK: heliosthesiatic
Current CHARACTERS: n/a
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: Sherlock Holmes
Canon & MEDIUM: Sherlock (BBC), Television.
Canon PULL-POINT: Post S2E3. (Current final episode.)
Character AGE: 31 (DOB: January 6th, 1981)
Character ABILITIES: The Sherlock!Scan - his ability to take in minutia within the environment or on other people and to synthesize that information into a picture of what the person has been doing, or where they have been, both in the recent past and the relatively distant past. Advanced hand-to-hand martial arts abilities, to include wingchun. (Supported in canon by his disarming of American agents during A Scandal in Belgravia.) His primary weapon is his mind, and his ability to quickly deduce the outcome of most situations. (Since this can be taken as info!modding in some instances, information gleaned by Sherlock will only be the information another player is willing to provide.)
Character HISTORY: Sherlock's distant past is a mystery. Before meeting John Watson, he was something of an enigma to others, but DI Lestrade (someone Sherlock may have met in his early twenties) and his brother Mycroft are the only two people who seem to have any idea what his life was like before John. As a child, Sherlock was deeply isolated from others, though Mycroft has declined to say much on the matter.
Sherlock is pulled from season 2, episode 3, a few weeks after the events of the Reichenbach Fall. (S2E3). It is the assumption that he was dragged from the scene of the incident to a hospital in a relatively secret location, where he recovered from his various injuries.
Character PERSONALITY: Many things are said about Sherlock Holmes' temperament. He's arrogant, rude, abrupt, impatient and impulsive. He can be explosively angry when he's frustrated or when he feels his judgments have been threatened or disregarded. He hates being ignored and seems to love an audience. He is deeply obsessive, eschewing sleep, food and friends to pursue whatever case or problem he's come to grapple with. He is childish, stubborn, and intensely prideful. Sherlock never gives up on figuring out anything - people, cases, whether or not someone stepped over his doormat once or twice that day. The entire world is a puzzle, and some puzzles are simply just not worth solving. The ones that are, however, get his undivided attention. He is constantly bored with life, fed up with people and the way they live, the way they ignore things that are so painfully obvious to him.
» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: Sherlock would not chose a weapon at this point in time. If forced to, he'd likely pursue an implant to enhance his intellectual abilities.
Chosen SKILLSET: Sherlock would not be involved in heavy combat. He'd likely be a strategist, or he'd devote his time to developing new weapons - more for the fun of it, than to really assist.
Character INVENTORY: One shirt, dark purple, one scarf, cashmere, dark blue. One calf-length black wool peacoat. One pair of trousers, black, shoes, leather upper, leather sole. One pair black socks and underwear. One pair of black leather gloves. One black leather belt. One cellphone, an iPhone 4. Other assorted sundries, (wrappers, notes, bits and scraps of things Sherlock found interesting, none of it all that useful.)
» SAMPLES
First PERSON:
Sarcasm. From the Greek, sarkasmos, (σαρκασμός), from the root of σαρκάζειν.
It is both profoundly irritating and profoundly strange to me how much sarcasm is used in daily life. I employ it, certainly, though not as often as most people would think. John? John is sarcastic. John drips with sarcasm. He practically oozes it, and yet I've found no real practical application for sarcasm in the evolution of language.
The part of the brain that plays in the identification of sarcasm is the parahippocampal cortex, a grey matter area also associated with memory encoding and retrieval. Damage to the prefrontal cortex can result in difficulty recognizing it. There is a part of the brain that has, in some part, evolved to process and understand sarcasm. Not just language, language is easy, but to understand the spoken tonal subtext.
Fascinating.
Third PERSON:
» ADDITIONAL NOTES
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Player NAME: James / Grue
Current AGE: Over 18.
Personal JOURNAL: n/a
IM & SERVICE: heliosthesiatic, AIM.
Player PLURK: heliosthesiatic
Current CHARACTERS: n/a
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: Sherlock Holmes
Canon & MEDIUM: Sherlock (BBC), Television.
Canon PULL-POINT: Post S2E3. (Current final episode.)
Character AGE: 31 (DOB: January 6th, 1981)
Character ABILITIES: The Sherlock!Scan - his ability to take in minutia within the environment or on other people and to synthesize that information into a picture of what the person has been doing, or where they have been, both in the recent past and the relatively distant past. Advanced hand-to-hand martial arts abilities, to include wingchun. (Supported in canon by his disarming of American agents during A Scandal in Belgravia.) His primary weapon is his mind, and his ability to quickly deduce the outcome of most situations. (Since this can be taken as info!modding in some instances, information gleaned by Sherlock will only be the information another player is willing to provide.)
Character HISTORY: Sherlock's distant past is a mystery. Before meeting John Watson, he was something of an enigma to others, but DI Lestrade (someone Sherlock may have met in his early twenties) and his brother Mycroft are the only two people who seem to have any idea what his life was like before John. As a child, Sherlock was deeply isolated from others, though Mycroft has declined to say much on the matter.
Where he went to university, he had a single friend named Victor Trevor. Victor is not mentioned by Sherlock or Mycroft at any point, ever, and in fact, if brought up, Sherlock tends to ignore the whole topic. It is largely unclear what the relationship between Victor and Sherlock had been, but it was certain that it ended badly, with Victor essentially telling Sherlock that he'd grown sick of the young Holmes, and that he'd never find anyone willing to put up with him. Sherlock was rattled by the entire encounter. University's challenges came to a close and Sherlock began working (volunteering, really, as they don't pay him) as a consulting detective with Detective Inspector Lestrade.
Sherlock immersed himself in his work and made the acquisition of his own flat on 221B Baker Street. By chance and a mutual acquaintance, John Watson became his flatmate, and the two were, of a sort, fast friends.
Sherlock is pulled from season 2, episode 3, a few weeks after the events of the Reichenbach Fall. (S2E3). It is the assumption that he was dragged from the scene of the incident to a hospital in a relatively secret location, where he recovered from his various injuries.
Character PERSONALITY: Many things are said about Sherlock Holmes' temperament. He's arrogant, rude, abrupt, impatient and impulsive. He can be explosively angry when he's frustrated or when he feels his judgments have been threatened or disregarded. He hates being ignored and seems to love an audience. He is deeply obsessive, eschewing sleep, food and friends to pursue whatever case or problem he's come to grapple with. He is childish, stubborn, and intensely prideful. Sherlock never gives up on figuring out anything - people, cases, whether or not someone stepped over his doormat once or twice that day. The entire world is a puzzle, and some puzzles are simply just not worth solving. The ones that are, however, get his undivided attention. He is constantly bored with life, fed up with people and the way they live, the way they ignore things that are so painfully obvious to him.
People and their emotions both frustrate and bewilder Sherlock. He's never really had a need for others, and has done things almost always by himself. People - it's almost like a curse to him. They follow him around, they need him for things, they're constantly interrupting with their messy, uncontrollable feelings. Sherlock cannot quantify how others feel, and so he generally disregards that variable in any of his obsessive desire to understand. His older brother, Mycroft Holmes, is an expert in manipulation, no less intelligent than Sherlock, but more aware of how people work. Because of this, Sherlock also hates to be shown up by others. Sherlock is capable of "acting human" for his own needs, but rarely bothers. The facade is easily seen through by the people around him.
Pop culture, and things he deems "unimportant" are completely left out of Sherlock's world. He considers them to be noise in the very carefully balanced realm of his mind. He tends to cast off anything in data that he deems unimportant and it leaves him oblivious to the everyday goings on of the world. An example of this is when Sherlock completely forgets that the Earth revolves around the sun.
Sherlock is deeply, fiercely protective of the people that he feels he owns. Owns being the operative word. Even John, his only friend, is a person that he owns and will demand everything of. Sherlock doesn't do very well by himself in the outside world - he forgets to eat, he can't cook for anything and incidentally, needs taking care of. He needs someone to come behind him and sweep up his messes and to make sure he gets off the couch and changes clothing every few days. He is generally blindsided by the ins and outs of ordinary life.
Sherlock is not without his sensitivities, however. Simply because he doesn't understand people or their emotions doesn't mean he doesn't need either of them. He would never in any wild stretch of the imagination admit this to anyone, but Sherlock loves to be admired and needed. Perhaps it stems from his childhood. As a young boy he might try to connect with others and fail miserably. His intellect bolsters him, but it has always isolated him from others. The snide remarks from Lestrade's detectives, John's frustration with him when he fails to grasp a particular emotional nuance; these things never go unnoticed. They are only filed away. They are one more thing that makes him appear less than clever and therefore seen as a weakness. As a child and a teenager, it might have hurt him, caused him to withdraw, but now he is used to the jibes and the whispered remarks about him being a psychopath. He calls himself a sociopath, but even that's a lie. Sherlock Holmes can figure (almost) anything and anyone out but himself. He even hisses, "There's nothing wrong with me," at John, but deeply, he's always known that he's not like other people, and never will be.
He has a deep love of music and seems to withdraw into it by playing his violin when he is especially troubled by a problem. His chemical dependencies are only nicotine patches (and occasionally cigarettes when under especial duress.) Sherlock does have an addictive personality, but at this stage of his life, he is more addicted to solving crimes and mysteries, rather than physical substances.
It has been thought that Sherlock has Asperger's Syndrome. His symptoms tend to revolve around the obsessive, hyper-focused nature that many Aspergians have. He is largely oblivious to social norms and customs and can come across as rude or inconsiderate - especially when he doesn't mean to. He dresses largely for comfort, rather than style and tends to prefer wearing pajamas and a bathrobe when he doesn't have to go out and interact with other people. He has highly restricted interests - music, solving crime, figuring out people and tends to monologue and talk over others without realizing that he must make room for others in his conversations. He tends to miss figurative language and tends to take others literally at times, though this is not a blatant note in his personality. His auditory and visual perception is highly acute, and he seems sensitive to texture and smell as well. His sleep patterns are also a co-morbid side-affect of Aspergers - seeming to never need sleep when he is working or trying to figure out a crime or the motives of a crime. Hyperlexia seems predominant in his speaking patterns, and he does not follow the usual patterns of speech or mimic the ones around him. He also has a fairly flat affect - in that his facial expressions and emotions (save for anger) are highly understated to the point of being nearly nonexistent in some cases.
» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: Sherlock would not chose a weapon at this point in time. If forced to, he'd likely pursue an implant to enhance his intellectual abilities.
Chosen SKILLSET: Sherlock would not be involved in heavy combat. He'd likely be a strategist, or he'd devote his time to developing new weapons - more for the fun of it, than to really assist.
Character INVENTORY: One shirt, dark purple, one scarf, cashmere, dark blue. One calf-length black wool peacoat. One pair of trousers, black, shoes, leather upper, leather sole. One pair black socks and underwear. One pair of black leather gloves. One black leather belt. One cellphone, an iPhone 4. Other assorted sundries, (wrappers, notes, bits and scraps of things Sherlock found interesting, none of it all that useful.)
» SAMPLES
First PERSON:
Sarcasm. From the Greek, sarkasmos, (σαρκασμός), from the root of σαρκάζειν.
It is both profoundly irritating and profoundly strange to me how much sarcasm is used in daily life. I employ it, certainly, though not as often as most people would think. John? John is sarcastic. John drips with sarcasm. He practically oozes it, and yet I've found no real practical application for sarcasm in the evolution of language.
The part of the brain that plays in the identification of sarcasm is the parahippocampal cortex, a grey matter area also associated with memory encoding and retrieval. Damage to the prefrontal cortex can result in difficulty recognizing it. There is a part of the brain that has, in some part, evolved to process and understand sarcasm. Not just language, language is easy, but to understand the spoken tonal subtext.
Fascinating.
Third PERSON:
Sherlock Holmes has always been prone to sitting in the highest place possible. Where he can see everything, take in the smell of the world around him - the grass, the way the air tastes, the particular stink humanity below. The smell of the city. Ozone and exhaust, concrete (wet pavement, actually), and there's a particular smell to the air during fall that carries over the stench of the city. Wet leaves. Damp earth. Decay. His legs dangle from the edge of the roof - he's positioned out of the way of prying eyes. His long arms curl about the case of his Stradivarius - one of the things Mrs. Hudson had carefully tucked away in the box of his possessions she'd gathered. She'd said she wanted to rent out the place, but Sherlock knew she was lying - he'd not seen any advertisements anywhere, and many of his belongings were still strewn about. It was like someone had tried to clean and given up halfway through. Dust - he remembers, dust coated the apartment when he walked in, and dust is so very telling.
His fingers press into the case of his violin, and the tall man sets his chin on top of the case, grey eyes focusing down at London. Wind buffets black curls into chaos, but the man doesn't seem to care much, only shifting to pull his coat more tightly around him to ward off the beginning of the autumn chill. He debates playing. He doesn't want to arouse attention and he certainly doesn't want anyone coming up to investigate. The flutter of his scarf - caught by the wind - trails out behind him, a long, deep blue gash against a bright sky.
It would be a lovely scene, if Sherlock had any mind to consider exactly how he looks - a tall, slender figure, pale as cream, garbed almost wholly in deep shades of black and purple, poised deep in thought on the edge of a building with the wind swirling around him. The thought occurred to him that perhaps he'd want to avoid rooftops - after the unfortunate incident with the last one, but right now, he's too lost in his own thoughts to care, studying the patterns of traffic, tapping every thirteeth note to the Mozart Requiem Lacrimosa on one hand, and the fifth of every note from Bach's violin concerto in D Minor on the other.
It's a sort of haphazard rhythm, off kilter with no defined beat, but it's helping him think as he cycles through the periodic table of elements (hydrogen, helium, lithium...), an element on each tap of his fingers. And Sherlock needs to think now, more than ever.
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