forum Sherlock Holmes and the Whore (o/o) (mature themes lads, steer clear if lots of gore isn’t your speed.)

Started April 25, 2023 by Deleted user

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There’s a new Jack the Ripper in town, lads. Someone with even more gruesome and practiced methods, only ever seen in works like Madame Shelley’s or Mister Stoker’s. Hookers being killed in the night and sometimes even in broad daylight, sometimes found still screaming in alleyways with their organs strewn around their necks like hanged men. The people have taken to calling this one “The Unsolvable Crime” as even London’s greatest detective has had trouble solving it, Sherlock Holmes (my character) himself. But when a prostitute (your character) comes to his door begging for vengeance after her younger sister of the same profession is found murdered and hung by her intestines on a clothesline. He agrees and enlists her help to bring this killer to justice once and for all. After all, help from the inside is always the best kind of help.

Anyways this isn’t really a romance so don’t go in expecting our characters will end up together. More a body horror and possible cosmic horror murder mystery. No smut exactly but trigger warnings for mature and explicit and violent generally content all around. Have fun! I’ll post a template when someone joins.

Name:
Age:
Gender/Pronouns:
Orientation:
Personality:
Flaws:
Appearance:
Outfit:
Backstory?:
Theme song(s)?:
Other?:

Name: Sherlock Holmes
Age: 43 (your character should probably be a couple decades younger or maybe more, but do what you want!)
Gender/Pronouns: Trans man, he/him (nobody but his trusted friend and confidant and possibly lover John Watson knows he’s trans, and master of disguise that he is, your character probably won’t be able to pick up on that.)
Orientation: Asexual biromantic
Personality: Intelligent, obviously, but it actually plays out as very subtle intelligence when he’s trying to puzzle something out. Basically he doesn’t flaunt his smarts and is always looking through the subtleties and into the bigger fabric of the mystery. He’s always observing things, trying to figure out the story behind something and anything he looks at, really. After all, you never know someone truly until you know their story. Also, he’s eccentric enough to be seen as such, but affable enough that he can get away with a loooot of weird shit.
Flaws: His bank of knowledge only expands if it has to do with whatever case he’s currently working on. And he’ll forget things constantly if they’re not relevant to his cases, such as the time of day or what he ate for lunch. He also comes off as a bit arrogant due to a lack of social skills, and is the classic feral angry “hurt my buddies and I hurt you” trans guy.
Appearance: Tall, like, 6’0” solidly tall. Dark hair in a short but stylish cut that fits his angular and sharp face perfectly. Dark eyes as well, and pale skin that almost looks like a haunted moon. He’s stylishly consumptive, and lanky but with enough lean muscle that he can hold his own in a fight. He’s actually quite handsome, and looks about a decade younger than he actually is.
Outfit: A simple shirt, waistcoat, pants, and pocketwatch.
Backstory?: To be revealed, lol.
Theme song(s)?: GOSSIP by Maneskin, Bad Habit by The Dresden Dolls
Other?: He keeps a greenhouse, and will drink tea but prefers coffee but prefers a good dose of morphine or really any other opiate above all else. Very self destructive and will put himself in danger if it means saving the people he cares about.

Name: Diana Whitaker
Age: 22
Ethnicity: English-Italian
Gender: Demigirl, she/they
Sexuality: Straight

Appearance-
Hair Color & Length: Blond, short curls
Eye Color: Heterochromic; Left eye verdant green, right eye cerulean blue
Height: 5'4 3/8"
Weight: 145.23 lbs
Skin Color: Lightly toasted marshmallow; she's covered in a multitude of scars (from knives, burns, and even beatings), mainly on her lower arms, shoulders, stomach, lower back, the back of her neck, and inner thighs. She has a birthmark taking the form of the silthouette of a dove on her left shoulder.
Face Claim (Optional): N/A
Voice Claim (Optional): N/A

Personality-
Basic Traits: She's a really sweet girl if you're kind to her. She enjoys her own pain and will try anything at least once. She's fiercly loyal to her friends and does everything she can to protect them, and beats herself up if she fails to do so. She's a bit of a perfectionist, especially regarding her figure, so in order to keep in touch with her body's charms she tends to skip meals. She enjoys watching the sky shift colors in the morning and evenings. She likes using a lot of her earnings from her prostitution to provide for those less fortunate.
Biases: She hates anybody who hurts her friends.
Political Lean (Optional): N/A
Motivations (Optional): Providing help to those in need.
Flaws: She will let anything happen to herself if it keeps others safe.
Hobbies: It's hard having hobbies when most of your time is spent in the embrace of men and women.
Talents: Sex, and she's surprisingly good with knives

Omg I love her! Sherlock will absolutely be her funky cool Hawaiian shirt dad. Y’know the vibe I’m going for??

Watson was the one to suggest it. That Holmes would work with a prostitute until the case was solved. He could get valuable information about the murders, and at the same time have someone watching his back besides the doctor himself.

Sherlock obviously shot that idea down. The things it would do to his reputation were not of great concern, but he had his suspicions that it wouldn’t help his asylum-bent case. Ultimately, it would be hard to find someone in that situation that would be willing to put herself in danger for the sake of solving the case. And, he wouldn’t want to put an innocent woman in danger no matter what her profession.

But one night, as the two lay sound in bed, there was a tapping on the door. Of course, it had to be a wailing citizen. Sherlock didn’t know if he actually wanted to answer to the call, what with how useless of a detective he was being so far. His reputation-again, not a main concern, but still, things hurt-would be in further jeopardy if he was found unable to solve another aspect of the case. Either way, he had to. He got up from the bed he and his good “friend”, Watson, shared. The other man murmured something to him, groping for a hand and catching onto a finger. “Hmm, another case?” the man asked, and Sherlock nodded to him in the dark as he let their fingers slip away from each other.

Sherlock left John in bed and went to the door. If anyone could help, it was him. Right? Maybe not. Anyways, if he was expecting anyone… he hadn’t expected her at his doorstep.

“How may I help you at this hour, ma’am?” he asked, his soft spoken tenor voice drifting from his mouth to her ears.

Diana wasn't in tears, far from it. She was very angry, and looking miserable, but was not in tears.

"He killed my sister." she says, her middle-range soprano ringing into the air slightly. She had strong lungs, and was good at projecting her voice to be heard in her workplaces.

She wasn't disturbed by the detective's height even slightly, nor was she flinching from his pale skin or dark eyes.

"He killed her and left her strung up by a clothesline near the brothel. Strung up by her insides."

Sherlock took a minute to process. So this person was assumed male. Killed, killed this poor girl’s sister. Strung up by her insides, that sounded dreadfully familiar. “Ma’am, I apologize but I’ll need you to come inside. You’ll need to give me your name and tell your full story, I can’t work on so few details.” she had scars peeking out of her dress by the shoulders, so she probably had a rough start in life. And by the way she dressed, was likely working as a hooker. A crude way to put it, but she was pretty and reasonably young and looked desperate for money. “I’m so sorry your sister was… murdered, I can’t put it any more lightly though.”

He stepped to the side and realized he looked rather informal, in nightclothes that barely fit. At least he hadn’t taken off his chest bindings, he usually did at night but the way it made him feel to know his chest was protruding from his nightclothes even though John swore it didn’t bother him… it was discomforting. Anyways, the poor girl was likely freezing without a coat, so Sherlock ushered her inside without so much as a warning, and closed the door gently behind them. He quickly made to light some lamps and add more wood to the stove, so the house could keep a bit warmed than it was and be a bit more comfortable for his impromptu guest.

Diana starts to protest before she's ushered in, about to say that "No, I shouldn't come in-"

But at that point she's already in, so there isn't any arguing to be done.

She looks around for a moment before choosing the furthest place from any windows or doors and even the bedrooms as is physically possible, which is convenietly a corner. She slides into a criss-cross sit right there. This also meant the heat would be slow to help her, but she didn't feel either one. Her feet were probably bleeding since she wasn't wearing shoes either.

As for her clothes, they were. . . loose. More nightgown-ish than an actual dress.

"What do you want to know?" she asks.

Sherlock noticed the location she was sitting in, filed it away for later. “I’m sorry that I can’t get us back to the actual crime scene, but the police will likely have made it there already and by then we won’t be able to do anything as they’ll already be cleaning it up.” he sighed.

“We’ll need to wait until morning to do anything. Now, as for what I need to know… tell me what happened as to your discovery of the murder. What were you doing beforehand, all the way to the aftermath of you being here?” he mostly needed this information to disqualify Diana as a suspect, but also so that he could get a good understanding of the actual crime committed and be able to line it up with the facts he already knew.

"I was at a client's house, just leaving after getting payed. I headed back to the brothel, handed out some money to a couple people I found huddled underneath piles of their stuff, and called out for my sister. When she didn't answer immediately, I checked out back because I thought she might have been washing clothes. That was where I found her. She had been strung up by her large intestines from the clothesline, her throat slit as well. One of her legs looked broken as well, like she had tried to run but the murderer throw something that causes her to fall and snap her shin." Diana recounts, her voice monotone and flat.