Post by John Watson on Jun 23, 2012 5:07:54 GMT
Canon/OC: Canon.
Name: Jacob Sowersby, AKA Sherlock's #1 fan.
Job/Occupation: Well, not anything right now. But trust me, when Sherlock and I finally meet we'll, like, solve crimes together.
Age: 35
Appearance: I'm not in like, the best condition ever, just because, you know, I don't have time. Being Sherlock's #1 fan. It's hard work, but he's like a genius, so it all pays off.
I'm sort-of pale, just because of the computer screen. That's where I keep all my, you know, research, pictures, all that fan stuff. Needless to say I don't get, like THAT much sleep. It's not really important. So that takes a bit of a toll, but it's all a small price to pay.
My hair, bald. I'm not THAT worried about my hair, so I just shave it so I don't have to get a REAL haircut. I dress like the genius himself. I have a deerstalker, not exactly like his, but it's pretty close. I have an ACTUAL Bellstaff coat, not a cheap knock off. Of course I have the scarf as well. That would make me, like, a normal fan.
Personality: A bit sloppy, if you ask me. I mean, it makes sense though, right? I am like Sherlock's #1 fan, I can't waste time with doing stuff like throwing things in the trash or something.
And don't forget, I'm pretty much Sherlock's NUMBER 1 FAN. I, like. have pictures of him everywhere, along with my nicotine patch collection. I'm pretty much ADDICTED to Sherlock. He;s my idol you know?
But in terms of, like, human interaction, I don't have much of it. And when I do, people say I come off as "Rude" or "Edgy". I think that's rubbish. It's just I don't have much interaction, you know?
History: Well, as a kid I was normal. Not that I'm not normal now, it's just, well, you get the point. I had a couple of friends, not many though. For the most part, I had a fairly normal childhood. I went into college, majoring in Journalism, you now, taking photos, writing stories, all that stuff. People said it was useless, but I didn't care. I mean, look at all the pictures of Sherlock I have.
I dropped out after quite a bit. It was, like, I didn't want to do it anymore. So I went on to work doing things like busing tables, cleaning floors, stuff that didn't involve a lot of experience.
That's when I heard about him. He was a pure genius. Sherlock was the definition of, like, God. So, I got obsessed. I started doing stuff, like, learning how to deduce. A lot of people became fans of Sherlock when he met up with his flat-mate and he starting blogging about Sherlock. But no. I was in it way before.
I was first introduced to him when my mate acquired his services to his mothers death. What they thought was an aneurysm ended up being a suicide. It was sad, but to see the detective at work was, like, awesome.
Ever since I've been collecting pictures, used products, reading their blogs.
Anything else: No, not really.
RP sample:
Jacob rubbed his hands against his face. His eyes hurt from the fluorescent light of the computer screen. It wasn't a bad hurt, but a good one. One that made you know you were working hard.
He picked up his 3-ring binder again, opening it, revealing the pictures within. Sherlock with John, Sherlock alone, even Sherlock after his tumble off of Richenbach. He turned up his Bellstaff coat collar. He opened his apartment door, opening to the landlord.
"Jacob! You better have my rent!" The Latin landlord shouted.
"Yeah, I'll have it tommorow," He said, rushing out.
He put his scarf around his neck to prevent the chilled air from getting to him. He was walking on the sidewalk when he saw it.
Him.
Sherlock was only a block away. He was standing on the corner with his identical Bellstaff coat.
He approached Sherlock.
Name: Jacob Sowersby, AKA Sherlock's #1 fan.
Job/Occupation: Well, not anything right now. But trust me, when Sherlock and I finally meet we'll, like, solve crimes together.
Age: 35
Appearance: I'm not in like, the best condition ever, just because, you know, I don't have time. Being Sherlock's #1 fan. It's hard work, but he's like a genius, so it all pays off.
I'm sort-of pale, just because of the computer screen. That's where I keep all my, you know, research, pictures, all that fan stuff. Needless to say I don't get, like THAT much sleep. It's not really important. So that takes a bit of a toll, but it's all a small price to pay.
My hair, bald. I'm not THAT worried about my hair, so I just shave it so I don't have to get a REAL haircut. I dress like the genius himself. I have a deerstalker, not exactly like his, but it's pretty close. I have an ACTUAL Bellstaff coat, not a cheap knock off. Of course I have the scarf as well. That would make me, like, a normal fan.
Personality: A bit sloppy, if you ask me. I mean, it makes sense though, right? I am like Sherlock's #1 fan, I can't waste time with doing stuff like throwing things in the trash or something.
And don't forget, I'm pretty much Sherlock's NUMBER 1 FAN. I, like. have pictures of him everywhere, along with my nicotine patch collection. I'm pretty much ADDICTED to Sherlock. He;s my idol you know?
But in terms of, like, human interaction, I don't have much of it. And when I do, people say I come off as "Rude" or "Edgy". I think that's rubbish. It's just I don't have much interaction, you know?
History: Well, as a kid I was normal. Not that I'm not normal now, it's just, well, you get the point. I had a couple of friends, not many though. For the most part, I had a fairly normal childhood. I went into college, majoring in Journalism, you now, taking photos, writing stories, all that stuff. People said it was useless, but I didn't care. I mean, look at all the pictures of Sherlock I have.
I dropped out after quite a bit. It was, like, I didn't want to do it anymore. So I went on to work doing things like busing tables, cleaning floors, stuff that didn't involve a lot of experience.
That's when I heard about him. He was a pure genius. Sherlock was the definition of, like, God. So, I got obsessed. I started doing stuff, like, learning how to deduce. A lot of people became fans of Sherlock when he met up with his flat-mate and he starting blogging about Sherlock. But no. I was in it way before.
I was first introduced to him when my mate acquired his services to his mothers death. What they thought was an aneurysm ended up being a suicide. It was sad, but to see the detective at work was, like, awesome.
Ever since I've been collecting pictures, used products, reading their blogs.
Anything else: No, not really.
RP sample:
Jacob rubbed his hands against his face. His eyes hurt from the fluorescent light of the computer screen. It wasn't a bad hurt, but a good one. One that made you know you were working hard.
He picked up his 3-ring binder again, opening it, revealing the pictures within. Sherlock with John, Sherlock alone, even Sherlock after his tumble off of Richenbach. He turned up his Bellstaff coat collar. He opened his apartment door, opening to the landlord.
"Jacob! You better have my rent!" The Latin landlord shouted.
"Yeah, I'll have it tommorow," He said, rushing out.
He put his scarf around his neck to prevent the chilled air from getting to him. He was walking on the sidewalk when he saw it.
Him.
Sherlock was only a block away. He was standing on the corner with his identical Bellstaff coat.
He approached Sherlock.
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