S H E R L O C K H O L M E S
"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be true."
• N A M E
Sir William Sherlock Scott Holmes, formerly Lady Margaret Mallory Coyne
• S T O R Y
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
• B I R T H P L A C E
Albion, but relocated to Westernmost
• M A G I C
No.
• A G E
29
• R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S
It's a waste of her time. She's not interested in the mystery of what's in anyone's pants.
• A T T I R E
In Albion growing up, Sherlock was forced to wear regal gowns fitting of the time period, and to tie her long hair into braids. Hating the pantyhose and all incorporated with it, Sherlock transitioned to wearing light brown pants, stereotypical cowboy shoes, a dark leather jacket, and a light, breathable shirt. Her hair was kept tied up in a bun, and then concealed underneath her cap. Fortunately, she didn't have to deal with large breasts, and managed to pull off the male part quite easily. For the part of Westernmost Sherlock initially called home, her clothes were rather in fashion. Her formal attire normally consisted of something akin to
this.
Coming to Mystvale, Sherlock adapted slightly with more modern styles. She dressed in a style similar to
this, using a fedora now to cover up her hair. A bit of an odd look, but Sherlock hated the idea of wearing anything that closely resembled a deerstalker, as much as it would help with hiding some of her more feminine features. She never touches makeup, but when at home by herself, she lets her hair out. It's a bit short, with the ends bleached after an accident during a chemical experiment. Her skin has grown tan from her time in Westernmost, but with the cloudy skies of Washington, it's returning more to its original pale shade.
I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .
• H E R O ' S N A T U R E
Over the decades, many have speculated what caused Sherlock to become the way she is. Her flatmate, Doctor John Watson, once attempted to explain it was the shock caused by the death of her father. Holmes herself hardly cares for such theories, and given that the Coyne family all believes her to be dead, there are no other relatives to be concerned.
Sherlock is, in a word, a smart ass. An utter jerk with a lack of regard for social customs and standards, Sherlock can seem to have a disregard for human life and the pain of others. If rules inconvenience her, she doesn't follow them. If information seems silly and inane, she doesn't retain it. She talks to herself and a skull, named Billy, and plays the violin noisily, as well as testing out various chemical combinations on others. While some may mistake Sherlock as being a machine, it is more that she's pushed away anything that she deems unneeded in order to accomplish her work. She is an addict, a thrill seeker, gambling with her own life in order to prove a point. She always wants to be right, but even more than that, she craves to be wrong. She wants things to be complex and clever, and thus, has secluded herself from most natural things in the world. However, that isn't to say that she doesn't have a heart. It takes ages, but those that she cares about, she'll lay down her life for.
• R E N O W N E D S K I L L S
- Deduction
- Mastery of the Memory-Villa Technique
- The ability to pretend to be a man for years and only feel slight gender dysphoria
- Fencing
- Prowess in chemistry
- A narrow and select knowledge on seemingly odd areas, such as different types of tobacco ash, and a complete ignorance of other subjects, such as who rules/runs the country she resides in.
• F A T A L F L A W
- A proclivity for putting her foot in her mouth.
- She's extremely too prideful and stubborn.
- A lack of understanding about what normal people do in their normal lives
- A prominent and worsening drug addiction
- Her great fear of boredom
• O N C E U P O N A T I M E
Sherlock, born Margaret Mallory Coyne, was the youngest of three. Her older brothers were Mycroft and Sherrinford, and they belonged to a prominent noble family. While they weren't on the level of Kings and Queens, the Coyne family had a moderate estate on the countryside. Her eldest brother, Sherrinford, ran the family estate when he turned fifteen, as their father was killed during service with the Royal Navy after a brush with pirates. Mycroft and Margaret then grew up with their brother Sherrinford acting more like a father, rather than a brother.
It was when Margaret turned fifteen that the Coyne family was informed of a recent inheritance of a property in Westernmost. A distant relative had passed away, leaving the deed to them. Given that Mycroft had become a government official, Margaret persuaded her mother to allow her to travel to Westernmost. With the deed in hand, Margaret traveled to Westernmost under guard. And as things always appear to go wrong, they did so spectacularly. The guards were slaughtered by a bandit, with Margaret snatching up a gun and killing her attacker. Given that it was just her, and she quickly deduced the lack of power she'd continue to hold as a woman, Margaret invented a new identity for herself.
Arriving in Westernmost at the property, dressed as a man, she was henceforth known as Sir William Sherlock Scott Holmes, though most referred to her as Sherlock Holmes. Heralded as a Consulting Detective, Sherlock sold the property and moved into a flat on Baker Street in New Orleans. 221B Baker Street, to be precise. A prominent young army doctor served as her flatmate, and as caring as the man was, he was thick enough to never realize Sherlock was a woman.
The pair of them went on hundreds of cases together, with Watson writing up Sherlock's exploits for the Strand, a newspaper in the region. With each passing year, Sherlock became more obsessed with her work, and perhaps, more ridiculous as well. She began hunting down the shadow of James Moriarty, as well as suffering defeat at the hands of a singer, Irene Adler. As much as her mind grew brilliant, her heart seemed to grow colder. She relied on drugs in order to pass the time, and on occasion, in order to solve her cases.
However, there did come a time when even Sherlock was positively baffled. Magic never served to impress her, with her always either disproving it or finding a scientific explanation for the abnormality. The Cataclysm wasn't something Sherlock could explain. Suspecting the devilish Moriarty as having something to do with it, Sherlock traded blows with him at the edge of a waterfall, each benefiting from the recent invention of gunpowder. Moriarty knew Sherlock's secrets, and threatened the safety of her friend. Deciding to take matters into her own hands once and for all, Sherlock tackled Moriarty, causing the pair of them to fall over the edge. Watson, hidden nearby, watched his dear friend perish.
• A N E W C H A P T E R
Or so it seemed. Sherlock Holmes' reputation had reached far and wide, with most focusing on the ease with which she solved cases, rather than her abrasive personality. In what Sherlock has begrudingly admitted to be magic, Merlin pulled her out of harm's way, and whisked her away with the others to Mystvale.
Now in Mystvale, Sherlock has been set up in the police department, as the head detective. While this may sound great and fantastic, it actually means that most cases aren't even investigated, as the detective sees no reason to bother with them. She only solves cases that interest her. Anything less than thrilling gets shoved aside, causing petty criminals to get let off more often than the intelligent ones. For example, Hook's robbing spree has gone without investigation as Sherlock knows she's doing it, but can't be bothered to do anything about it.
Funnily enough, Sherlock continues to pretend to be a man. No one in Mystvale has figured it out yet.
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