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Name: Shirley Homes
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Likes: Mystery novels, mystery TV shows, mystery films, mystery comics, mystery games, real life mysteries, bubble pipes, deerstalker caps, playing the violin, bees and beekeeping, anything intellectually stimulating while simultaneously easy for her to do, reading, and acting, and bees and beekeeping a lot
Dislikes: Being expected to actually solve a mystery, people named Moriarty, crowds, bordeom, inefficiency, people she perceives as not being intelligent, bad acting, not measuring up to Sherlock Holmes, and busy work.
Appearance: See avatar and signature.
As for her usual attire, well... you know the cliched clothes you imagine when you think of Sherlock Holmes (that hat, that coat, etc.)? That's what she wears. All. The. Time. (Complete with bubble pipe, mind you.)
Backstory: Before she first arrived at Shelvington, Shirley was... an interesting child. But to put things briefly, she has believed ever since she was a young child that she is the descendant of the "late, great Sherlock Holmes," despite his fictional nature.
Shirley was at Shelvington briefly after the first day. Unfortunately, she quickly found the new environment - so far from her family - too stressful to endure. Though she had maintained composure on the outside, within she had been far more anxious than even she realized. It was easy to assume that other students thought the worst of her for her preoccupation with her heritage, since that's how it was at all her other schools. Though she felt that her fears were untrue, it was difficult to quash them.
So, Shirley went home. Quietly, without fuss. She spent her time quietly, tending to the estate's beehives.
One day, however, when she was enjoying tea on the parlor, she was unexpectedly stung on the nose by a bee, one of the specimens she had been caring for! At first, Shirley was naturally frustrated and upset.
But then... a strange feeling, a realization of sorts, came over her. Here she was, running away from all the possibilities Shelvington could offer her because of an irrational fear of imagined pain. And yet, here she also was, tending to bees that cared not for who she was, who stung her despite her care and investment.
If she could tend bees, she decided, she could be brave enough to face the risk of being around others, of exposing herself to their potential judgment! She could return to Shelvington!
She explained this to her parents who, naturally, thought it an odd sort of conclusion and epiphany to have, but they couldn't complain too much about it. They were just glad to see Shirley decide to put herself out into the world again.
So here she was, at Shelvington again! Now feeling just a bit more confident, a bit less paranoid, and hopefully even a little readier to be a teenager before being a Holmes.
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Likes: Mystery novels, mystery TV shows, mystery films, mystery comics, mystery games, real life mysteries, bubble pipes, deerstalker caps, playing the violin, bees and beekeeping, anything intellectually stimulating while simultaneously easy for her to do, reading, and acting, and bees and beekeeping a lot
Dislikes: Being expected to actually solve a mystery, people named Moriarty, crowds, bordeom, inefficiency, people she perceives as not being intelligent, bad acting, not measuring up to Sherlock Holmes, and busy work.
Appearance: See avatar and signature.
As for her usual attire, well... you know the cliched clothes you imagine when you think of Sherlock Holmes (that hat, that coat, etc.)? That's what she wears. All. The. Time. (Complete with bubble pipe, mind you.)
Backstory: Before she first arrived at Shelvington, Shirley was... an interesting child. But to put things briefly, she has believed ever since she was a young child that she is the descendant of the "late, great Sherlock Holmes," despite his fictional nature.
Shirley was at Shelvington briefly after the first day. Unfortunately, she quickly found the new environment - so far from her family - too stressful to endure. Though she had maintained composure on the outside, within she had been far more anxious than even she realized. It was easy to assume that other students thought the worst of her for her preoccupation with her heritage, since that's how it was at all her other schools. Though she felt that her fears were untrue, it was difficult to quash them.
So, Shirley went home. Quietly, without fuss. She spent her time quietly, tending to the estate's beehives.
One day, however, when she was enjoying tea on the parlor, she was unexpectedly stung on the nose by a bee, one of the specimens she had been caring for! At first, Shirley was naturally frustrated and upset.
But then... a strange feeling, a realization of sorts, came over her. Here she was, running away from all the possibilities Shelvington could offer her because of an irrational fear of imagined pain. And yet, here she also was, tending to bees that cared not for who she was, who stung her despite her care and investment.
If she could tend bees, she decided, she could be brave enough to face the risk of being around others, of exposing herself to their potential judgment! She could return to Shelvington!
She explained this to her parents who, naturally, thought it an odd sort of conclusion and epiphany to have, but they couldn't complain too much about it. They were just glad to see Shirley decide to put herself out into the world again.
So here she was, at Shelvington again! Now feeling just a bit more confident, a bit less paranoid, and hopefully even a little readier to be a teenager before being a Holmes.
meep
Also probably can't post anything else today but if I waited I would've waffled and not posted this at all
And since I'm only going to be around for two more weeks this is especially silly but too late now