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The Consulting Detective



William Sherlock Scott Holmes, simply referred to as Sherlock Holmes, is the world's only consulting detective, a profession he created for himself. He is based in London and often consulted by Greg Lestrade of New Scotland Yard, often taking his best friend and former flat mate, John Watson, on cases. He has a keen interest in unusual or bizarre crimes, without which he rapidly becomes bored, relying on nicotine to keep his brain active, although in the past he has dabbled in illegal drugs for entertainment, such as cocaine.

Appearance



Sherlock is a tall, thin man appearing no more than in his late thirties, with pale skin and dark, curly hair. His look is designed to stand out in contrast to John, who is shorter, with straight blonde hair. His eyes can appear to be silver, blue or even green depending on the light fixture. Sherlock's iconic outfit consists of a long trench coat, the collar spiked up (which John calls out for being part of his "cool" image), and a dark blue scarf. When in casual wear, he seems to prefer dark-colored dress shirts and pants.

Sherlock is a thinker and an observer; his notable ability to notice and draw deductions from seemingly trivial details is incredible and that is his main tool for solving crimes he investigates. He also often utilises his "mind palace", a tool for remembering the smallest of details and organising his memories in a visual way. However, his unusual and somewhat anti-social personality has led to many in the official police force distrusting and disliking him. Sherlock claims on more than one occasion to be a "high-functioning sociopath". However, according to Jim Moriarty, as well as Sherlock's own actions and displays of emotion and empathy, this may not be true. Sherlock does not seem to exhibit any of the symptoms of an anti-social personality disorder. John mentions once, in order to excuse Sherlock's behaviour, that he suffers from Asperger's Syndrome, a form of autism.

"Brilliant, aloof and almost entirely lacking in social graces. Sherlock is a unique young man with a mind like a 'racing engine'. Without problems to solve, that mind will tear itself to pieces and the more bizarre and baffling the problems the better. He has set himself up as the world's only consulting detective, whom the police grudgingly accept as their superior."
―BBC's description of Sherlock

The Times and Forms



Sherlock can be roleplayed in many time periods such as the following...
-Kid!Lock
-Teen!Lock
-Before meeting John
-Regular - solving crimes with John
-Being "dead," hanging out at Molly's place
-Fem!Lock (Wilma Sherlock Scarlett Holmes/Sherlock "Sherley" Holmes)
-Drugged/Shezza!Lock
-Anti!Lock

The Little Things



Full name: William Sherlock Scott Holmes
Age: 33
Birthday: January 6, 1982
Family: Mycroft Holmes (brother)
Occupation: Consulting detective
Address: 221B Baker Street, London, England, UK (owns a flat between him and Dr. John Watson)
Relationships: John Watson (Best friend), Mrs. Hudson (Friend/landlady), Jim Moriarty ("fan"), Molly Hooper (Friend/love interest)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Dominate hand: Right
Nationality: English/British
Hair color: Dark brown, nearly black, curly
Eye color: An icy, light blue (most of the time; has "partial heterochromia")
Skin color: Pale
Appearance: Trench coat, purple shirt, dull blue scarf, dress pants, formal shoes
Nicknames: Sherl (by Janine), The Virgin (by Moriarty), Freak (by Donovan)
Height: 6'
Religion: Unknown

Other Interests
John Watson, crime scenes

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I want to introduce James to Sherlock~ my baby OC is a fan~ and hopefully he can be Sherlock's 'apprentice/student', :D
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James had a bad habit of obsessing over things he finds interesting. Thus, on a dull morning in the month of March, he found himself standing in the middle of an apartment. Technically, he broke into it, but since there was nobody to report on him, he's fine. The particular apartment he had casually broken into was the famous detective's Sherlock Holmes 221B Baker Street Apartment.
James held a small digital camera in hand as he strolled around the apartment, taking pictures of anything of interest. He opened the fridge and found a couple of severed toes in a ziplock bag. At first, he was stunned and then he cheekily grinned. Holding up at eye-level he took a picture of it and then put it back into the fridge. Now, he came upon a table which was littered with files he assumed to be case files. He read through them and soon found himself engrossed. He took out a small notebook and a pen from the leather messenger bag he carried with him, and then proceeded to take notes as he read through the file.
Sherlock was out visiting the morgue before he returns back to his apartment. Something seems... off, however. Pushing passed the door, he paces quietly up his stairs, a curious look stuck on his face. He slips his mobile from his trench's pocket with one hand as his other five fingers trail along the railing at his left. Eventually, he ends up at his floor, seeing as his door is clearly open. Not that it is that peculiar to have him leave his entrance open, but it seems like no one had even attempted to close it as if they were either too full of thoughts to remember or care or they needed it still open. Striding inside, Mr. Holmes discovers that a male is searching through his things. The consulting detective loudly clears his throat, texting with his right hand to John Watson.
James jerked from where he sat. His first thought was to run off, and in his haste to take flight, he pushed too hard against the table while he still sat and made the chair topple over, taking him down with it. He crashed with a loud thud onto the floor and he gave out a groan. He then rolled over to his side and sat up, carefully massaging the tender spot where he hit his head. Flight being out of the question and as he was the first transgressor, he turned to look at the man who startled him. He looked up at Sherlock and gaped in awe. Even though he did break into the older man's apartment, he never thought he'd meet the detective in person. Finally gathering his wits about him, he scrambled up towards Sherlock and held out his hand. "Mr. Holmes! I'm so glad to finally meet you in person! I'm such a huge fan! Do you think you could make me your student? Or a detective-trainee? I would really like to work with you! I've been doing a lot of research about you. I just flew in from America and your apartment is my first stop, I haven't even booked a room in a hotel yet. That aside, can I tag along with you? I mean, regardless if you allow me or not, I'd probably tag along with you, but it would be nice if you expressly permit me to." He rattled on in quick succession, as he grinned at Sherlock. Being talkative was really one of his most 'endearing' traits, or so had James thought.
Sherlock stares at the stranger, supposed fan, with a blank expression, rather displeased his home had been violated by the likes of this individual. He cancels his text in his own time, slipping it back into his pocket, and crossing his arms, ignoring the hand gesture. "Clearly," responds Holmes, "scanning" James for information. Sure, he has dealt with fans in the past, but never had they entered his apartment. Ever. Which, now that it has been made possible, honestly surprises the detective why no one else has. A small voice in his head warns himself to be nice to the person, though, to not crush his heart. "Sorry, but I do not have students," Sherlock responds with a fake sincerity, "Go to school for that sort of thing." The consulting detective turns about on his heel, heading toward his door, holding it open and swinging his hand at it to signal James's departure.
 ooc:  thank you for the watch back!  ^^  care to rp?
[[when is the game not a game?  when it's afoot aHAHAHAHAHAHA-  /laughing slowly descends into crying\]]
outofcases. Ah, bad humor. So great, though~