WhoLock (Doctor Who & Sherlock) Roleplay-OPEN

[FLYBOY]

((We could also advertise on the Doctor Who fanclub if the other person never responds, we're allowed to do that once every fine pages as long as it's Doctor Who-related.))

[nerdyteengirl]

((I'll do that, and on the Sherlock Fanclub too.))

[kona.]

Ｋｒｙｓｔａｈ Ｇｉｌｌｉａｎ Ｌａｗｒｅｎｃｅ

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ; Female

Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ; Krys, Krystah, Gill (pronounced Gill or Jill)

Ａｇｅ; 32 (I think Sherlock is 35)

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ; Krystah is pretty quiet, and is very good at observing things most people don't. She can be blunt, but isn't always. Just sometimes. She's also very intelligent, and can sometimes be quite stuck up, but usually any sort of snide, sassy, or stuck up attitude of hers is usually a facade. Deep inside, she's sad and lonely. She doesn't get along well with her family, and she doesn't have any friends. People tend to think that she's odd, or strange. She also tends to be rude, but doesn't really mean to.
Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ; At the age of 18, she went off to college, and after that, she lived with her parents for a few months. Some kind of argument arose, and she left without it being resolved. She still doesn't get along well with her parents, and both of her brothers have, or rather, had, important jobs with the government, and tend to lord it over her, which annoys her greatly. Before the alien invasion, she used to do some work with the Police, somewhat like Sherlock, but not nearly as many cases. Her family also disapproved of that, which gave them an even rockier relationship.

Ｆａｍｉｌｙ; Her mother, Jeanine, her father, Benedict, and her two older brothers, Matt and Toby.

Ｃｒｕｓｈ; None yet

[cardassia]

{Hello! I'd like to play Mycroft Holmes, if he's available. }

[nerdyteengirl]

((Yay Mycroft! Please ensure you've read all the opening posts and yes you may. As to your OC Baskerville. could you just repost the form for any new people?))

[Jailor]

(Hey, can I make a Dalek OC?)

[cardassia]

{Wonderful, I shall follow all of them.}

[kona.]

((Sure, I will tomorrow )

[nerdyteengirl]

((Cool! And PM me the Dalek OC form please. ))

[The BadWolf]

Sherlock moaned very loudly, hoping to attract someones attention. He rolled onto his side, scrabbling his hand around on the floor for John's pistol. It wasn't there. Sticking his head down he looked under the sofa but the gun wasn't anywhere.
"Mycroft." He growled under his breath, rolling onto his side and huddling into his dressing gown. It was all so boring. No cases and confined by Mycroft into this little room. There was something interesting happening in the world and he couldn't even go outside to have a look. Getting off of the sofa Sherlock wandered around the room. It was very dull, a bit like his flat layout wise, but other then that, not at all the same.