Sherlock RP {Accepting}

[Kanaria]

"That... Is fantastic." John murmured.

[GoldleafOG]

Ember smirked, pulling a black hood over her memorable red hair. She reached her hand in her pocket and took a deep breath, palms sweating in her fingerless gloves. She had to be quick about this. Glancing around, the women walked into an alley way and snickered, "You got it?"
The man turned around, "Course not." He rolled his eyes, only to have them roll back into his head as Ember shot him, "Mistake." She hissed and pocketed her gun away, bolting away and yanking her hood down. Hopefully no one saw that. Ember pulled out her phone and called someone, walking quickly, "If you can't get the right person to do the right thing, you're gonna lose a lot of men, mate. I don't want a smart-a** henchman, alright?..... He better no give me any crap." She hung up and kept up her quick stride.

[amithethird]

`Isaiah'
[Male] [21]

"Sail.

This is how I show my love,
I made it in my mind because,
Blame it on my ADD baby.

This is how an angel dies,
Blame it on my own sick pride,
Blame it on my ADD baby.

Sail.
Sail.
Sail.
Sail.
Sail.

Maybe I should cry for help,
Maybe I should kill myself,
Blame it on my ADD baby.

Maybe I'm a different breed,
Maybe I'm not listening,
Blame on my ADD baby.

Sail."

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Full Name: Isaiah James Emerson
Nicknames: Just Isaiah
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Nationality: British, but a lot of his family is from Wales.
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Hair Color: Plain old brown.
Eye Color: More plain old brown.
Skin Color: Fair, but he has his share of faint tan lines. He burns easily.
Distinguishing Features: Nothing really. He's pretty nondescript. He doesn't have any tattoos, piercings, or scars.
Clothing/Accessories: He likes button up shirts and jeans. Besides that his clothing is pretty simple and normal. He has to wear glasses due to his terrible eye sight.
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Theme Song: Sail - Awolnation

Personality: Isaiah is very curious and probably more social than most people would like. He has a bad habit of throwing himself into situations where he might not be entirely welcome. He doesn't really care though. He's kind of clueless. He's a bit of a sarcastic goof ball. He's always got his two cents to throw in. He doesn't hesitate to throw in his opinion. He likes to get involved in things. He likes projects and tinkering with things. He's a pack rat and doesn't like to throw anything out. He's generally friendly and easy going. It's pretty hard to get him worked up. Unless you're talking about something he likes. Then he'll get worked up in a passionate sense and he won't shut up.

Interests: Engineering and all other branches of science. At the moment he's taking a year off from college to get a full time job so he can pay for more years of engineering school. He's broke and his parents aren't exactly giving him much help.
In his free time he likes playing video games, making sound mixes, and various other "indoor thing." He doesn't get out much. He doesn't have much of a social life. He loves puzzles.

Born: December 18th

History: Isaiah doesn't have much of an interesting past except for always wanting to be an engineer. He doesn't get along very well with his parents or the rest of his family. He decided to take a year off school to try and make more money to pay for it as he was reluctant to take out loans. He found a flat on Baker Street that was really cheap because of its state of disrepair. He would take anywhere close to the city though and decided to move in. He has no idea who his neighbors are. He just knows that two guys live upstairs by the names of John and Sherlock.

Other Important Info About Your Character: None.
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Sexual Orientation: Straight
Love Interest: None
Notable Family: He doesn't get along with his family.
Friends: Not many good friends. Just people he casually keeps in touch with from school.
Enemies: Not really.
Other Important People: None
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Things That Don't Fit Elsewhere: Nope.

[roseisabiscuit]

Evelyn White

I made a snort of derision. "We'll see about that," I muttered quietly to myself.

[Lance-McClain]

{Sherlock just makes enemies wherever he goes, huh? || Accepted.}

Sherlock
Smirked and lifted an eyebrow. I guess we will.

[GoldleafOG]

Ember lived right next to Sherlock, but was quite unaware of it. She took out her keys and unlocked her door, walking in, "I guess I feel a bit bad... Dressed in a suit for nothing..." She tsked, locking her gun away. She peeled her gloves off and sighed, stretching.

(I guess he does. :3)

[roseisabiscuit]

(Totally but I'm hoping to turn that around sometime in the rp)

[Lance-McClain]

Sherlock
Looked back to Lestrade again. Her wedding ring is ten years old at least. The rest of her jewelery has been cleaned, but not her wedding ring, state of a marriage right there. The inside is shinier than the outside, that means it's regularly removed. The only polishing it gets is when she's working it off her finger. She works with her nails, not her hands, so what, rather who does she remove her ring for? Clearly not one lover, she could never sustain being single that long.

[GoldleafOG]

Ember picked up her second cell phone, getting a text, "Idiot." She growled, rolling her eyes. She changed out of her black attire and into a more colorful one, sporting a rainbow sweater, yellow jeans and pink shoes. Much different from what she wore when she got ready to kill someone. She left quickly, slightly irritated.

[amithethird]

Isaiah Ackerly

"Now watch your head here, dear. There's a bit of a-"
Thwap!
"Oh! Goodness! Are you alright?"
"Fine, Mrs. Hudson. Don't worry about it," Isaiah said.
"It's that light up there. You can hardly see a thing," Mrs. Hudson mused as they reached the bottom of the stairs and walked into the shabby living room of 221C. The pain was peeling and there was damp in the ceiling, but it was the best Isaiah could afford at the moment. A little cleaning would make it more livable. He set down the first box in the room and sighed. Not much more to go. He didn't own a lot. Mrs. Hudson had wanted to help, but he insisted she not because of her hip. She didn't seem to mind backing off and letting his carry his things down by himself.
"So, um, you said you had tenants living upstairs?" he asked as they walked back up the stairs into the main hall where the rest of Isaiah's things were.
"Yes, that would be Sherlock. John hasn't quite made up his mind yet. Poor dear. They're out right now. The police dropped by about an hour ago and they took off."
"The police?"
"Nothing unusual there. Don't you worry about it dear. You get the rest of your things downstairs. I'll make you a cuppa. But just this once dear. I'm not your housekeeper."
Isaiah stood in the hall, mystified, for a moment. He looked up the stairs then back at his things in the hall and started again with the process of moving in.