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CHARACTER NAME: Sherlock Holmes

DISPLAY NAME: Sherlock Holmes

CANON: Sherlock (BBC)

CANON POINT: At the end of 2.03, The Reichenbach Fall.

AGE: 33

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Tallish and lanky and fine-boned, Sherlock looks every inch a member of the intellectual or artistic class as well as of the English gentry. He’s built along narrow lines, with long fingers and thin wrists and ankles, and has an insubstantial amount of muscle or body fat; his complexion is pasty and clear, born more from an inability to tan than a strictly indoor lifestyle. He has strange, distinctive, bony features--upswept, cat-eyed, a little unattractively womanish, not quite handsome--and a weak English chin, and watchful blue-green eyes rimmed with dark lashes. His hair is a dark chocolate brown with a wave and cut in a longish bohemian style. He looks younger than he is by five or seven years, owing to his face and also the lack of five-o’-clock shadow evident on it.

He has a rich baritone voice with Etonian vowels, though he often speaks too quickly to be well understood. His mannerisms are animated and erratic: sometimes sedate for long periods of time, but more often prone to pacing, gesticulation, and sitting and standing in peculiar and childish ways. He dresses sharply and fashionably, at least for about 2012, in fitted dark and jewel tones, prone to peacoats and scarves and blue and purple button-downs.

HISTORY: Sherlock's life could be described as trial and error -- a lot of trial and a lot of error. He was born the second child of the wealthy and estranged Holmes family, seven years younger than his older brother Mycroft, with a nonpresent father and an oft-absent mother. Sherlock grew up like so many privileged and neglected children under the care of nannies, primary school, and his brother Mycroft, who took over the role of a foster-parent in their parents' absence. This led to lifelong tension between the two, Mycroft being responsible and often imperious and Sherlock always a bit rebellious. Still, Sherlock was mainly a dreamy and introverted little boy interested in pirates and children's books about microbes until he started demanding proper books about microbes and it was clear school wasn't fulfilling his needs. He vexed teachers with his difficult personality and educational impatience, barely fended off a few childhood psychiatric diagnoses, and only grew more difficult in secondary school when he discovered truancy and then drugs.

As a lonely and irresponsible teenager, he found LSD and Ecstasy, and then cocaine, and it was his addiction to the latter that haunted him well into his twenties: causing him to drop out of his chemistry program in university, live from dubious paycheck to paycheck, and nearly land himself in jail several times, until his brother forcibly corralled him into rehab in his late twenties and he turned his life around with only a periodic smoking habit remaining of his earlier life. This cracked another rift down the center of their relationship, but he emerged from rehab clean. Under Mycroft's watchful and unwanted eye, he started living alone and then took an interest in the work of one DI Lestrade, a Metropolitan Police Service detective who reluctantly accepted his help cracking difficult cases.

His life took another turn when he was introduced to Dr John Watson, a veteran from Afghanistan, who became his flatmate, friend, and soon his best friend -- with a great deal of rockiness along the way. Temperamental and strange as their relationship was, he and John grew close. Sherlock relied on John as his career as a consulting detective skyrocketed and he found himself involved with more serious and dangerous cases, drawing the attention of mentally unstable computer genius and criminal mastermind Jim Moriarty as well. Moriarty's obsession with him culminated in conspiring to set Sherlock up as a fraud and a Munchausen-esque narcissist whose detective career was a lie, attempting to force Sherlock to commit suicide with him in dishonor in order to protect John, Lestrade, and his landlady and friend Mrs Hudson.

Moriarty succeeded. Kind of.

PERSONALITY: Diamond-bright and diamond-sharp, Sherlock is a passionate seeker of knowledge with a remarkable memory and keen observational ability; nothing is more important to him than determining the truth, and he excels at nothing so much. He’s also something of an overgrown teenager. He has a genuine commitment to learning about and understanding the world and he’s dedicated his life to this pursuit. However, other areas of his development have suffered, and he’s impatient, snobbish, abrasive, often awkward, and fundamentally immature. He has an enormous and fragile intellectual ego which doesn’t always (or usually) play well with others; he also operates at something of a high-energy mental velocity and with strong traits of inattention, which render him outwardly mercurial and easily bored, adding to his outward childishness. He’s extremely eccentric and willful and attached to his own peculiar ways of doing things and loath to change them at anyone else’s impetus, though others may find him very changeable and stormy on his own terms. He has little if any patience for slowness of various kinds, and absolutely no patience for willful ignorance as he sees it. The life of the mind, as he might term it, is far more important to him than the life of the body; unfortunately, the life of the body contains a number of responsibilities to himself and other people that he is always neglecting. He is high-maintenance and fairly nonfunctional in the adult world. In his everyday life he subsists on takeaway and laundrette services, and tends to live in expensive squalor and from case to case. There’s no question that he is a driven and profoundly curious and essentially just person: however, he can also be a very burdensome one.

With other people, he’s inquisitive and, when not brusque and dismissive, can be fairly friendly--in spite of his introverted self-image. Taking interest in people is part of his life and livelihood, whether he admits it or not, and he’ll go out of his way to interact with them if he finds something worth interacting with; of course, he’ll also go out of his way to avoid them if he doesn’t feel like it, and often the same person will experience both things. He has a kind of odd personal charisma bound up in his intellect and passion, and when he’s up to it (when the moon is in the house of Jupiter, etc.) he can display a form of eccentric charm, though he’s not entirely aware of it. Of course, he can also be snide, casually unkind, and even cruelly sarcastic without any real awareness of the consequences of his words: he doesn’t think of himself as a fundamentally nasty person (though he may claim otherwise, in his defensive ego) but he can be so thoroughly derisive of other people as to border on insensitive malice. It’s easiest to cope with this if you see it for what it is: a juvenile, prickly shell of a smart kid who raises his hand a bit too often from the back of the room. He’s in the process of growing and learning from his mistakes in this regard, but he’s many years behind and it’s definitely a process.

Sherlock has a generally lively temperament, punctuated by periods of ennui and listlessness; he is alternately in awe of the world and utterly disappointed by what it has to offer. He has many bizarre interests and picks new ones up all the time, sometimes in the service of detection, otherwise just for his own amusement. Most of all he loves the natural sciences and music, though almost all STEM disciplines hold his attention to some degree, while fine art and the distant humanities do not except in sporadic endeavors; his knowledge base is painstakingly thorough in many respects and shockingly spotty in others. He’s comfortable with though not passionate about technology; he obviously cares more about fashion than he wishes to admit. He wants friends. He doesn’t want to admit he wants friends. But he wants companionship, he wants appreciation--and he wants to not feel alone in the world, intellectually or otherwise, just like anyone else. If only he had the remotest idea what he was doing.

ABILITIES: Sherlock is specifically gifted in the realms of memory and observation: he has a comprehensive and organized memory for detail, and an ability to discern and catalogue further observations, which together produce a very powerful deductive ability. His knowledge base is largely founded in early 21st-century London and it will take him time to accrue a similar awareness of his surroundings in another setting. Altogether, though, he’s well-versed in chemistry, botany, biology (human and otherwise), geology, basic physics, the fundamentals of electrical engineering and computer programming, weapons and munitions, and a smattering of other subjects. He is not particularly aware of many other common-sense things, like recent history and politics. He is resourceful, but not especially self-sufficient in a survival context; he knows how to shoot a gun, but generally at a firing range for scientific purposes. He plays the violin well. He has probably never cooked anything that didn’t come in a cup.

POSSESSIONS: Sherlock’s violin, a 2004 model with strings of silver-plated steel.

ANYTHING ELSE: Nope!

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