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Name: Elise
Timezone: GMT -5
Personal Journal: Masterofveggie @ LJ
Players Contact/AIM/MSN/YAHOO: AIM: Masterofveggie, MSN: Masterofveggies@live.com
Email Address: eremisso@umail.iu.edu
Former/Other Characters in the RP: None
How did you hear about us?: Through Russia/Moriarty and Dr. Horrible/Feferi
Character Information
Name: Sherlock Holmes
Canon Origin/Series: BBC Sherlock
School Year: 6th Year
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Out of school living location: London, a flat at 221B Baker St.
Blood status: Muggleborn
Personality: Sherlock is generally a grating person to be around. He is blunt and insensitive and his world revolves around researching, experimenting, learning and application. People aren't so much individuals as potential case studies or leads to something interesting. If he were asked, Sherlock would say that he does not 'care', and that caring does not help a situation. It is that attitude of his coupled with his lack of awareness of 'unnecessary' social conventions such as good timing or empathy that make him a difficult person to be around, much less get along with.
Insufferable ass would not be putting his general disposition harshly. His mood can go from extremely frustrated and bored to intrigued and excited in a matter of seconds. The only person Sherlock believes in is himself, and his ego certainly shows. He does not care what others think of him if it does not inconvenience him, and he isn't about to let someone else's opinion of him affect how he thinks of himself. He is never wrong, ever.
This attitude forces him into the position of one who works alone. Considering himself a 'high functioning sociopath', he doesn't seem to mind. However, he does enjoy showing off to any audience he can manage.
Canon Background: The Show, The Charactert
Background (AU!Canon; HP): Sherlock Holmes was born into a fairly affluent Muggle family that lived in Cambridge, UK. Unlike the usual child growing up, Sherlock was gifted with an intellectual prowess far exceeding the norm. While this did wonders for his primary grades, it left the child without a friend in the class. However, luckily for Sherlock, he possessed the typical imagination of a child. What he lacked in playmates he made up for in intricate games that he played alone about his house.
It was during a game of 'pirate' that Sherlock's abilities first manifested. Captain Holmes, heading the Lady London (a cardboard box 'brilliantly' converted into something resembling a boat via a sheet tied to a stick in the middle and the name scribbled across the back), was heading out to sea, only to encounter a torrential storm. Sherlock hadn't known he was doing it, but the room began to fill with water. It leaked in from every crevice available - the ceiling and cracks on the floor alike. It was only after his 'ship' was rendered immobile by a soggy pulp of cardboard that Sherlock even noticed.
They'd thought it a leak at first, but the plumber found nothing wrong. The incident was passed off as nothing but a strange happening. Sherlock couldn't be entirely convinced, but even after a thorough scouring of the house the best he could come up with was a small rodent dragging the neighbor's hose about - and even he knew that that was unlikely.
After that, the days did not go on without event. He'd found a book flipped open to the page he'd needed, he'd reached into his desk and grabbed something he thought he'd left at home, he'd even managed to levitate his toothbrush one morning. All of these things were improbable. Impossible. He couldn't explain them.
Then the letter came.
The first envelope that Sherlock opened had been scoffed at and thrown away, taken as a prank by the kids at primary. The next day there were two. He'd trashed them again. Three, four, they kept coming until Sherlock was positive that they couldn't have been coming from any one person. His parents had seemed concerned, but Sherlock had found a feather on an envelope and busied himself with researching the type of bird that would have shed it.
The next day a person showed up at their door. A wizard. Either this was an elaborate prank or real. While Sherlock's parents seemed convinced, he wasn't. Neither option seemed probable. He went through his initial purchases and crash courses in the 'wizarding world' in a state of frustrated confusion.
Fortunately, the confusion and the headache that came with his newly revealed 'powers' soon transformed into a pleasing dichotomy of excitement and dread at the amount he didn't know. The amount of new things he could learn!
The Great War was a bit lost on Sherlock. He understood the reasons and the news. He understood that his parents were possibly in danger. He understood that blood was an important thing in wizarding society that he was now part of. He didn't elect to mention his own origins openly, though it was not out of fear, but convenience. The destruction wasn't something he liked to see, but he wasn't one to get caught up in it. Unless the fighting stared him in the face, Sherlock found it easy enough to expel from his mind. Though not a direct result of the war, this school year marks his first after moving to London.
His school years have been filled with successes in some areas and horrible failures in others. He has no grasp of the concept of astronomy nor much interest in practical herbology (however, dangerous things do seem to fit his taste), while he's earned high marks in transfiguration and potions. Sherlock very much wants to learn Occulmency, though his current efforts at teaching himself have had very limited success. In his free time (read: when he's too bored to do homework) Sherlock has made his hobbies taking interesting request for help from students and sending anonymous tips to the Ministry of Magic outlining what parts of certain crimes they've missed. More often than not, his letters are unappreciated and disregarded.
How would your character fit in to each House?
Gryffindor: Among other things, The Gryffindor house prizes courage and nerve. Rivals have described those in the house as self-righteous, arrogant, and lacking regard for the rules. Sherlock's courage may not come out of a need to protect others, but he is certainly headstrong enough to walk into a dangerous situation simply for the excitement. Strong nerves may be nothing but a nice way to put 'uncaring', but to say that Sherlock is, in a way, brave, would not be a lie. He is arrogant, thinking himself the 'highest power' on any subject he has a proficient knowledge of. The rules seem not to apply unless he needs them to, otherwise Sherlock expects them to be bent for him.
Hufflepuff: Sherlock, unfortunately, carries the traits of honesty and impartial judgement which the Hufflepuff house prizes. He is blunt, and will state what he observes no matter if his being honest is unkindly timed. There is no malice in those moments, however, he simply does not understand why or how the facts could be offensive. He is also a hard worker, though the subject of his focus is usually his own independent studies rather than any sort of assignment. In that way he is dedicated to learning and patient enough to work a problem through both in his mind and out loud (to anyone who will listen) extremely thoroughly.
Ravenclaw: Ravenclaws are known for being intelligent. If there is one positive impression anyone would take away from Sherlock, it would likely be how infuriatingly intelligent he is. Sherlock has always been a 'genius' among his peers, and he knows it. He does not intentionally boast, to Sherlock mentioning that he is the smartest in the room is a mere statement of fact rather than bragging. It hardly comes off that way to others. Academically motivated and talented insofar as his interests lay, Sherlock is brilliant when it comes to a subject that he deems necessary, and completely inept at things he does not consider relevant. Sherlock is one with a 'broader vision' in that he is able to think along many tracks at once to reach conclusions that others might have considered 'outside of the box'.
Slytherin: Intelligence and a disregard for the rules are traits with the Slytherin house shares with others. However, the resourcefulness of someone like Sherlock is something typically found within Slyhterins only. The ability to use whatever is around him productively isn't something he's practiced, it comes with his intelligence, the two are intertwined. They grow together, and many have said that he could be great. Slytherin is the place for ambition, which Sherlock is certainly not lacking, even though it does not manifest in the typical desire for fame or fortune. Knowledge and completing the next impossible challenge are the facets of greatness that Sherlock is interested in. He does not actively seek being a leader, but because of his intellect people tend to come to him for help.
RP Samples: Link to Dressing Room Post
Third Person Sample: Sherlock's lip twitched as he scuffed his feet on the stairs of the Astronomy tower. This class was of absolutely no consequence. None. Thus, the fact that he was late was of no concern to him.
He normally moved at a brisk pace, stepping quickly as if someone of significance was waiting for him. Of course, this was because Sherlock couldn't be bothered to go anywhere unless it was important. He didn't need to waste his energy on things that were unnecessary.
He didn't need to waste his energy on things like learning about little blips of light in the sky. Yes, a meteor could fall to Earth and make an 'impact' on someone's life. The probability of such an occurrence was not zero, however, that wasn't what they were learning. Fanciful correlations that had nothing to do with causation, as he'd dully remind anyone who would listen, further punctuating his point by asking for some form of proof. Which, of course, could not be adequately provided (by Sherlock's standards, at least). Not that he was looking for it with any sort of conceivable effort.
It was with so little care that it almost would seem painstakingly forced that Sherlock ascended the tower to his spited class. His usual gait stilted, there was nothing in that room for him but his own frustrated grinding of teeth and a heavy eye roll or three. Still, better late than never. Well, actually, better never than late, so far as he was concerned. Unfortunately the faculty didn't seem to see it that way. He'd been strictly reminded that this was a required class ad nauseum. Enough so that it had reached the point where he would prefer the horrid dullness of the stars to the droning buzz of a 'concerned' teacher and the necessary social conventions (smiles, apologies) that came with it.
Sherlock cracked the door to the classroom without a thread of shyness. Whether or not the instructor stopped talking hardly mattered - it would be the same amount of information regardless. His eyes scanned the room to find an empty spot and he crossed to sit with enough speed to be polite but not enough to indicate any sort of excitement or interest.
Perhaps he could amuse himself by determining what everyone had eaten for breakfast.
Name: Elise
Timezone: GMT -5
Personal Journal: Masterofveggie @ LJ
Players Contact/AIM/MSN/YAHOO: AIM: Masterofveggie, MSN: Masterofveggies@live.com
Email Address: eremisso@umail.iu.edu
Former/Other Characters in the RP: None
How did you hear about us?: Through Russia/Moriarty and Dr. Horrible/Feferi
Character Information
Name: Sherlock Holmes
Canon Origin/Series: BBC Sherlock
School Year: 6th Year
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Out of school living location: London, a flat at 221B Baker St.
Blood status: Muggleborn
Personality: Sherlock is generally a grating person to be around. He is blunt and insensitive and his world revolves around researching, experimenting, learning and application. People aren't so much individuals as potential case studies or leads to something interesting. If he were asked, Sherlock would say that he does not 'care', and that caring does not help a situation. It is that attitude of his coupled with his lack of awareness of 'unnecessary' social conventions such as good timing or empathy that make him a difficult person to be around, much less get along with.
Insufferable ass would not be putting his general disposition harshly. His mood can go from extremely frustrated and bored to intrigued and excited in a matter of seconds. The only person Sherlock believes in is himself, and his ego certainly shows. He does not care what others think of him if it does not inconvenience him, and he isn't about to let someone else's opinion of him affect how he thinks of himself. He is never wrong, ever.
This attitude forces him into the position of one who works alone. Considering himself a 'high functioning sociopath', he doesn't seem to mind. However, he does enjoy showing off to any audience he can manage.
Canon Background: The Show, The Charactert
Background (AU!Canon; HP): Sherlock Holmes was born into a fairly affluent Muggle family that lived in Cambridge, UK. Unlike the usual child growing up, Sherlock was gifted with an intellectual prowess far exceeding the norm. While this did wonders for his primary grades, it left the child without a friend in the class. However, luckily for Sherlock, he possessed the typical imagination of a child. What he lacked in playmates he made up for in intricate games that he played alone about his house.
It was during a game of 'pirate' that Sherlock's abilities first manifested. Captain Holmes, heading the Lady London (a cardboard box 'brilliantly' converted into something resembling a boat via a sheet tied to a stick in the middle and the name scribbled across the back), was heading out to sea, only to encounter a torrential storm. Sherlock hadn't known he was doing it, but the room began to fill with water. It leaked in from every crevice available - the ceiling and cracks on the floor alike. It was only after his 'ship' was rendered immobile by a soggy pulp of cardboard that Sherlock even noticed.
They'd thought it a leak at first, but the plumber found nothing wrong. The incident was passed off as nothing but a strange happening. Sherlock couldn't be entirely convinced, but even after a thorough scouring of the house the best he could come up with was a small rodent dragging the neighbor's hose about - and even he knew that that was unlikely.
After that, the days did not go on without event. He'd found a book flipped open to the page he'd needed, he'd reached into his desk and grabbed something he thought he'd left at home, he'd even managed to levitate his toothbrush one morning. All of these things were improbable. Impossible. He couldn't explain them.
Then the letter came.
The first envelope that Sherlock opened had been scoffed at and thrown away, taken as a prank by the kids at primary. The next day there were two. He'd trashed them again. Three, four, they kept coming until Sherlock was positive that they couldn't have been coming from any one person. His parents had seemed concerned, but Sherlock had found a feather on an envelope and busied himself with researching the type of bird that would have shed it.
The next day a person showed up at their door. A wizard. Either this was an elaborate prank or real. While Sherlock's parents seemed convinced, he wasn't. Neither option seemed probable. He went through his initial purchases and crash courses in the 'wizarding world' in a state of frustrated confusion.
Fortunately, the confusion and the headache that came with his newly revealed 'powers' soon transformed into a pleasing dichotomy of excitement and dread at the amount he didn't know. The amount of new things he could learn!
The Great War was a bit lost on Sherlock. He understood the reasons and the news. He understood that his parents were possibly in danger. He understood that blood was an important thing in wizarding society that he was now part of. He didn't elect to mention his own origins openly, though it was not out of fear, but convenience. The destruction wasn't something he liked to see, but he wasn't one to get caught up in it. Unless the fighting stared him in the face, Sherlock found it easy enough to expel from his mind. Though not a direct result of the war, this school year marks his first after moving to London.
His school years have been filled with successes in some areas and horrible failures in others. He has no grasp of the concept of astronomy nor much interest in practical herbology (however, dangerous things do seem to fit his taste), while he's earned high marks in transfiguration and potions. Sherlock very much wants to learn Occulmency, though his current efforts at teaching himself have had very limited success. In his free time (read: when he's too bored to do homework) Sherlock has made his hobbies taking interesting request for help from students and sending anonymous tips to the Ministry of Magic outlining what parts of certain crimes they've missed. More often than not, his letters are unappreciated and disregarded.
How would your character fit in to each House?
Gryffindor: Among other things, The Gryffindor house prizes courage and nerve. Rivals have described those in the house as self-righteous, arrogant, and lacking regard for the rules. Sherlock's courage may not come out of a need to protect others, but he is certainly headstrong enough to walk into a dangerous situation simply for the excitement. Strong nerves may be nothing but a nice way to put 'uncaring', but to say that Sherlock is, in a way, brave, would not be a lie. He is arrogant, thinking himself the 'highest power' on any subject he has a proficient knowledge of. The rules seem not to apply unless he needs them to, otherwise Sherlock expects them to be bent for him.
Hufflepuff: Sherlock, unfortunately, carries the traits of honesty and impartial judgement which the Hufflepuff house prizes. He is blunt, and will state what he observes no matter if his being honest is unkindly timed. There is no malice in those moments, however, he simply does not understand why or how the facts could be offensive. He is also a hard worker, though the subject of his focus is usually his own independent studies rather than any sort of assignment. In that way he is dedicated to learning and patient enough to work a problem through both in his mind and out loud (to anyone who will listen) extremely thoroughly.
Ravenclaw: Ravenclaws are known for being intelligent. If there is one positive impression anyone would take away from Sherlock, it would likely be how infuriatingly intelligent he is. Sherlock has always been a 'genius' among his peers, and he knows it. He does not intentionally boast, to Sherlock mentioning that he is the smartest in the room is a mere statement of fact rather than bragging. It hardly comes off that way to others. Academically motivated and talented insofar as his interests lay, Sherlock is brilliant when it comes to a subject that he deems necessary, and completely inept at things he does not consider relevant. Sherlock is one with a 'broader vision' in that he is able to think along many tracks at once to reach conclusions that others might have considered 'outside of the box'.
Slytherin: Intelligence and a disregard for the rules are traits with the Slytherin house shares with others. However, the resourcefulness of someone like Sherlock is something typically found within Slyhterins only. The ability to use whatever is around him productively isn't something he's practiced, it comes with his intelligence, the two are intertwined. They grow together, and many have said that he could be great. Slytherin is the place for ambition, which Sherlock is certainly not lacking, even though it does not manifest in the typical desire for fame or fortune. Knowledge and completing the next impossible challenge are the facets of greatness that Sherlock is interested in. He does not actively seek being a leader, but because of his intellect people tend to come to him for help.
RP Samples: Link to Dressing Room Post
Third Person Sample: Sherlock's lip twitched as he scuffed his feet on the stairs of the Astronomy tower. This class was of absolutely no consequence. None. Thus, the fact that he was late was of no concern to him.
He normally moved at a brisk pace, stepping quickly as if someone of significance was waiting for him. Of course, this was because Sherlock couldn't be bothered to go anywhere unless it was important. He didn't need to waste his energy on things that were unnecessary.
He didn't need to waste his energy on things like learning about little blips of light in the sky. Yes, a meteor could fall to Earth and make an 'impact' on someone's life. The probability of such an occurrence was not zero, however, that wasn't what they were learning. Fanciful correlations that had nothing to do with causation, as he'd dully remind anyone who would listen, further punctuating his point by asking for some form of proof. Which, of course, could not be adequately provided (by Sherlock's standards, at least). Not that he was looking for it with any sort of conceivable effort.
It was with so little care that it almost would seem painstakingly forced that Sherlock ascended the tower to his spited class. His usual gait stilted, there was nothing in that room for him but his own frustrated grinding of teeth and a heavy eye roll or three. Still, better late than never. Well, actually, better never than late, so far as he was concerned. Unfortunately the faculty didn't seem to see it that way. He'd been strictly reminded that this was a required class ad nauseum. Enough so that it had reached the point where he would prefer the horrid dullness of the stars to the droning buzz of a 'concerned' teacher and the necessary social conventions (smiles, apologies) that came with it.
Sherlock cracked the door to the classroom without a thread of shyness. Whether or not the instructor stopped talking hardly mattered - it would be the same amount of information regardless. His eyes scanned the room to find an empty spot and he crossed to sit with enough speed to be polite but not enough to indicate any sort of excitement or interest.
Perhaps he could amuse himself by determining what everyone had eaten for breakfast.