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not_a_hero) wrote2012-01-28 07:55 am
not_a_hero) wrote2012-01-28 07:55 am
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Name: Niko
LJ:nikoshinigami
E-Mail: niko[dot]ford[at]spectrumvoid[dot]net
IM: NikoYG
Character Name: Sherlock Holmes
Series: Sherlock (BBC)
Timeline: End of Season Two
Canon Resource Link: Wiki Canon Article Wiki Character Article (Note: In the 2010 series Sherlock is younger and in a contemporary setting. Some details are different but the core remains.)
Character Background:
Sherlock Holmes is a brilliant man of incomparable deductive skills. He is the world's only consulting detective, helping authorities solve cases otherwise impossible to grasp. Despite being respected for his intellect, however, he is disliked and distrusted by most people. A self confessed high functioning sociopath and implied autistic, Sherlock is distant from social norms and considers everything and everyone to be of lesser importance to his work or whims. He is rude and witty, clever with his retorts and entirely egotistical.
Sherlock is manipulative in his means of obtaining information, displaying fine acting skills in the pursuit of leads with both physical disguises and general deceit. He is considered cold and heartless for his dispassionate actions when lives are on the line, preferring to discount the meaningfulness the lives lost might have had to others outside his case. He gambles with his own life without fear, more terrified of boredom than death. For Sherlock, the pursuit of answers is more important than anything, to the detriment of his own body as far as eating or sleeping are concerned.
He has an older brother, Mycroft Holmes, who works for the government (or rather is the government as Sherlock suggests) at a very high level. He is as brilliant as Sherlock but does not lack the humanity that his younger brother has displaced. He worries about Sherlock and wants the best for him but he is considered an enemy for his interference in Sherlock's affairs. This is not so misplaced as it becomes Mycroft who gives Sherlock's arch enemy the ammunition he needs to end Sherlock's life.
By his own admission, Sherlock doesn't have friends--he just has one. Even those on the police force (exempting D.I. Lestrade) that he has worked with many times call him "Freak" and would rather he not help despite his unique abilities. The only person to acknowledge and accept Sherlock as a human being is Dr. John Watson, wounded veteran returned from Afghanistan. After meeting each other only once, the two moved in together and with the promise of mystery and danger, John joined Sherlock on his cases. John appears to be one of the first people to be complimentary towards Sherlock in regards to his abilities, flattering Sherlock immensely with his open admiration. John feeds Sherlock's ego as well as fills a void of companionship. Where Sherlock used to talk out loud to a human skull, now he can converse with John on subjects of great mystery--sometimes without John even being there. They bring out the best in each other: Sherlock giving the ex-soldier the adrenalin fix he longs for and John being the only companion Sherlock has to show him humanity on an intimate level.
Intimacy does not mean sexual by any means, though the subject of romantic interest in their relationship comes up in every episode (and even in John's blog on several occasions). Sherlock is in fact a virgin with no interest in sex. As always, work comes first, and thus relationships are not something he concerns himself with generally. He allowed himself to care about Irene Adler, a lesbian dominatrix with a very obvious attraction to Sherlock's intellect, only to be used as a pawn in her power-play against the British government. He admired her cleverness as a counterpoint to his own and fell very deeply into her trap. He did not care for her enough to not ruin her plans and send her into a life of hiding, however.
Traditionally, Sherlock Holmes has had a cocaine addiction. The current series alludes heavily to drug usage but does not come out and say it. Sherlock is trying to quit smoking, sometimes aided by a nicotine patch, but still lights up on occasion.
As with the original source material, Sherlock plays the violin and is surprisingly ignorant of many elementary things. He is a skilled combatant and well dressed despite living like a slob. Sherlock runs his own website called The Science of Deduction but the chronicles of his and John's adventures are still written by Watson, published in his blog.
Jim Moriarty is Sherlock's arch nemesis, his evil counterpart as the world's consulting criminal. Sherlock is as interested in his schemes as he is threatened by them. By the close of the second season, Moriarty has taken his own life in order to assure that Sherlock will have to do the same. He has destroyed Sherlock's reputation, alienated him from his work, and has assassins poised and ready to kill John, Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson if he does not kill himself. Sherlock fakes his death and remains in hiding to assure their continued safety.
Abilities/Special Powers:
Sherlock's powers of deduction are amazing; fallible but often spot on. He practices the method of loci, calling it his "Mind Palace" which allows him to remember nearly everything. He has been shown to wield a ridding crop and shoot a revolver with adequate accuracy. Though not seen on screen, it can be assumed the other talents of the original Sherlock are also present making him skilled in martial arts, fist fights, and the use of canes or swords.
Third-Person Sample:
John in a heavy coat spilling words of villainy inside an empty swimming facility. Feelings of betrayal, of hurt and of confusion--things not felt before or not yet so deeply. John revealing packs of explosives secured to his body, a victim on a string with one man's call between life and death. Fear. Moriarty's grand entrance, the familiar callousness with which he addresses life, the offhanded way he treats John like a pet, a puppet, a toy. John throwing himself against Moriarty with the sniper's sight looking to fire--Sherlock, run!--willing to sacrifice himself for his friend's life.
You'd do the same for me.
Apparently yes.
Sherlock stands on the edge of the roof, looking down five flights towards his final destination: a prepared lorry with his homeless network waiting in their positions to turn the triumphant leap into a death scene. It's the only way to save them--save all of them: Mrs. Hudson, D.I. Lestrade, John. It's an interesting notion, the idea of losing a life and still being alive. His name, his past, his present, all things to be discarded in one leap; colleagues, acquaintances, friends. Caring about people never benefited him before and now it puts him at the precipice.
Somehow, he wouldn't have it any other way. To come off the roof via the stairs and join John for a takeaway would be much preferred but if this is the price of friendship, if this is what it takes for a man such as himself to have had the luxury of spending eighteen months in the company of the only friend he'd ever known, then it was in some ways worth it. He regrets only that Moriarty ever existed, not a single adventure he's shared with the returned soldier, his dear doctor.
John killed for him. John would die for him. Sherlock wants more than eighteen months but cannot, will not, risk the sniper's shot this time. This time it is his sacrifice to make.
He's not a hero; never wanted to be and never will be. He wonders, however, just for a moment, how much like flying this fall will be.
First-Person Sample:
[Video starts with a view of the ground that turns up to show Sherlock's face as he handles it.]
-ill the same model. Then again, time does stand still here. Same features--ah, recording light. No bother; hello, Wonderland. Let's make this simple, shall we? I want detailed information about everything that has happened since I was last here left at my doorstep. Room 21 on the second floor. I trust it has been left vacant.
All previous informers are expected to report in a timely fashion.
For those of you with bad memories or who have arrived since my departure, I am Sherlock Holmes. If that name sounds familiar, don't worry, you're not going crazy but neither am I a fictional detective from the 19th century. Accept that I am who I say I am, accept that I will meet if not exceed the expectations you have formed from that fictional association, and tell me everything you can about the things you've discovered since your arrival.
[Sherlock ends the transmission quickly. He's busy now.]
LJ:
nikoshinigamiE-Mail: niko[dot]ford[at]spectrumvoid[dot]net
IM: NikoYG
Character Name: Sherlock Holmes
Series: Sherlock (BBC)
Timeline: End of Season Two
Canon Resource Link: Wiki Canon Article Wiki Character Article (Note: In the 2010 series Sherlock is younger and in a contemporary setting. Some details are different but the core remains.)
Character Background:
Sherlock Holmes is a brilliant man of incomparable deductive skills. He is the world's only consulting detective, helping authorities solve cases otherwise impossible to grasp. Despite being respected for his intellect, however, he is disliked and distrusted by most people. A self confessed high functioning sociopath and implied autistic, Sherlock is distant from social norms and considers everything and everyone to be of lesser importance to his work or whims. He is rude and witty, clever with his retorts and entirely egotistical.
Sherlock is manipulative in his means of obtaining information, displaying fine acting skills in the pursuit of leads with both physical disguises and general deceit. He is considered cold and heartless for his dispassionate actions when lives are on the line, preferring to discount the meaningfulness the lives lost might have had to others outside his case. He gambles with his own life without fear, more terrified of boredom than death. For Sherlock, the pursuit of answers is more important than anything, to the detriment of his own body as far as eating or sleeping are concerned.
He has an older brother, Mycroft Holmes, who works for the government (or rather is the government as Sherlock suggests) at a very high level. He is as brilliant as Sherlock but does not lack the humanity that his younger brother has displaced. He worries about Sherlock and wants the best for him but he is considered an enemy for his interference in Sherlock's affairs. This is not so misplaced as it becomes Mycroft who gives Sherlock's arch enemy the ammunition he needs to end Sherlock's life.
By his own admission, Sherlock doesn't have friends--he just has one. Even those on the police force (exempting D.I. Lestrade) that he has worked with many times call him "Freak" and would rather he not help despite his unique abilities. The only person to acknowledge and accept Sherlock as a human being is Dr. John Watson, wounded veteran returned from Afghanistan. After meeting each other only once, the two moved in together and with the promise of mystery and danger, John joined Sherlock on his cases. John appears to be one of the first people to be complimentary towards Sherlock in regards to his abilities, flattering Sherlock immensely with his open admiration. John feeds Sherlock's ego as well as fills a void of companionship. Where Sherlock used to talk out loud to a human skull, now he can converse with John on subjects of great mystery--sometimes without John even being there. They bring out the best in each other: Sherlock giving the ex-soldier the adrenalin fix he longs for and John being the only companion Sherlock has to show him humanity on an intimate level.
Intimacy does not mean sexual by any means, though the subject of romantic interest in their relationship comes up in every episode (and even in John's blog on several occasions). Sherlock is in fact a virgin with no interest in sex. As always, work comes first, and thus relationships are not something he concerns himself with generally. He allowed himself to care about Irene Adler, a lesbian dominatrix with a very obvious attraction to Sherlock's intellect, only to be used as a pawn in her power-play against the British government. He admired her cleverness as a counterpoint to his own and fell very deeply into her trap. He did not care for her enough to not ruin her plans and send her into a life of hiding, however.
Traditionally, Sherlock Holmes has had a cocaine addiction. The current series alludes heavily to drug usage but does not come out and say it. Sherlock is trying to quit smoking, sometimes aided by a nicotine patch, but still lights up on occasion.
As with the original source material, Sherlock plays the violin and is surprisingly ignorant of many elementary things. He is a skilled combatant and well dressed despite living like a slob. Sherlock runs his own website called The Science of Deduction but the chronicles of his and John's adventures are still written by Watson, published in his blog.
Jim Moriarty is Sherlock's arch nemesis, his evil counterpart as the world's consulting criminal. Sherlock is as interested in his schemes as he is threatened by them. By the close of the second season, Moriarty has taken his own life in order to assure that Sherlock will have to do the same. He has destroyed Sherlock's reputation, alienated him from his work, and has assassins poised and ready to kill John, Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson if he does not kill himself. Sherlock fakes his death and remains in hiding to assure their continued safety.
Abilities/Special Powers:
Sherlock's powers of deduction are amazing; fallible but often spot on. He practices the method of loci, calling it his "Mind Palace" which allows him to remember nearly everything. He has been shown to wield a ridding crop and shoot a revolver with adequate accuracy. Though not seen on screen, it can be assumed the other talents of the original Sherlock are also present making him skilled in martial arts, fist fights, and the use of canes or swords.
Third-Person Sample:
John in a heavy coat spilling words of villainy inside an empty swimming facility. Feelings of betrayal, of hurt and of confusion--things not felt before or not yet so deeply. John revealing packs of explosives secured to his body, a victim on a string with one man's call between life and death. Fear. Moriarty's grand entrance, the familiar callousness with which he addresses life, the offhanded way he treats John like a pet, a puppet, a toy. John throwing himself against Moriarty with the sniper's sight looking to fire--Sherlock, run!--willing to sacrifice himself for his friend's life.
You'd do the same for me.
Apparently yes.
Sherlock stands on the edge of the roof, looking down five flights towards his final destination: a prepared lorry with his homeless network waiting in their positions to turn the triumphant leap into a death scene. It's the only way to save them--save all of them: Mrs. Hudson, D.I. Lestrade, John. It's an interesting notion, the idea of losing a life and still being alive. His name, his past, his present, all things to be discarded in one leap; colleagues, acquaintances, friends. Caring about people never benefited him before and now it puts him at the precipice.
Somehow, he wouldn't have it any other way. To come off the roof via the stairs and join John for a takeaway would be much preferred but if this is the price of friendship, if this is what it takes for a man such as himself to have had the luxury of spending eighteen months in the company of the only friend he'd ever known, then it was in some ways worth it. He regrets only that Moriarty ever existed, not a single adventure he's shared with the returned soldier, his dear doctor.
John killed for him. John would die for him. Sherlock wants more than eighteen months but cannot, will not, risk the sniper's shot this time. This time it is his sacrifice to make.
He's not a hero; never wanted to be and never will be. He wonders, however, just for a moment, how much like flying this fall will be.
First-Person Sample:
[Video starts with a view of the ground that turns up to show Sherlock's face as he handles it.]
-ill the same model. Then again, time does stand still here. Same features--ah, recording light. No bother; hello, Wonderland. Let's make this simple, shall we? I want detailed information about everything that has happened since I was last here left at my doorstep. Room 21 on the second floor. I trust it has been left vacant.
All previous informers are expected to report in a timely fashion.
For those of you with bad memories or who have arrived since my departure, I am Sherlock Holmes. If that name sounds familiar, don't worry, you're not going crazy but neither am I a fictional detective from the 19th century. Accept that I am who I say I am, accept that I will meet if not exceed the expectations you have formed from that fictional association, and tell me everything you can about the things you've discovered since your arrival.
[Sherlock ends the transmission quickly. He's busy now.]