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JIM MORIARTY

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CHARACTER SUMMARY

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Former account: StorySpinningSpidcr Jim Moriarty is a name you never want to hear, the man is a monster hellbent on destruction for his own amusement. Unlike Sherlock, when he is bored he begins to tear the world apart rather than focusing that in on himself, toying with people as though their lives are meaningless - which they are, to him at least. Note: I will NOT soften by Jim for others consumption. He is a dangerous villain who is incapable of love and care, seeing people only as objects, though some more useful and less replaceable than others. Do not expect any muse to be treated otherwise unless it is some kind of act to benefit him.

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MUSE DETAILS

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Name: James Moriarty Nicknames: Jim, M Race: Human Born: October 7th Age: 36 Height: 5'8 Gender: Male Sexuality: Gay Location: [CLASSIFIED] Occupation: Consulting Criminal Abilities: Genius-Level Intellect, Master Tactician, Master Manipulator, Expert Intimidator, Expert Deceiver, Expert Networker.

Scars: N/A Tattoos: N/A Alignment: Chaotic Evil Goals: Cause as much chaos as possible, avoid being bored Hobbies: Creating chaos, starting conflicts, destroying things, anything that stops him being bored. Mental state: Cold, unfeeling and distant. He has forever been incapable of real attachment, this doesn't bother him at all. Disabilities: N/A Reputation: People know him as M, a criminal mastermind who is untouchable to most. If people know him personally then generally he's seen as a cold unhinged psychopath who just enjoys making chaos. Family: [UNKNOWN]

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VERSES

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#STAYING ALIVE - AU set post season 3.

This is where my Jim diverges from canon, as he returns to ensure his favourite toy isn't taken away from him for good. If anyone is going to kill Sherlock Holmes, it's going to be him.

#CROWNED - Set from Season 1 until the end of Season 2.

This verse is entirely canon to the show, set while Jim is working as a 'consulting criminal'. Do not be mistaken, he certainly loves to toy with Sherlock Holmes but that is not his only focus, he is pulling many strings for his own amusement. People may vaguely know who Jim is depending on where this is in canon (due to his very public trial), though keep in mind that he's not likely to stop and play nice with some stranger approaching him for no reason.

#BEGINNING - Set during Jim's childhood.

This verse is during Jim's childhood/young teen years. He may or may not be intent on becoming a criminal in his future depending on whether a particular thread is set before or after the death of Carl Powers. Please keep in mind that he's not likely to open up about his lack of empathy or such things unless he TRULY trusts you character, which isn't an easy task.

#DANCING - Completely set apart from canon.

Jim is not AS bad as his canon counterpart, not entirely lacking guilt but certainly not a good man by any stretch of the imagination. He runs the Criminal underworld, punishing or killing criminals that step outside his very strict boundaries. In this verse he doesn't target innocent people (though some are certainly caught in his web on occasion), his work is entirely focused on the criminal underworld. -- He adores leaving dead criminals for a certain Consulting detective to find.

#TIMELY - Victorian era AU.

This Moriarty is somewhere between what we know from the old stories and the Jim we love from BBC Sherlock, he's a professor in public and maintains a good reputation while directing the criminal underworld in secret. He isn't likely to be his usual manic self in full view of the world, he'll act like a proper gentleman when necessary but that slips away when it is time for business. While based on the mind-palace version of Jim from the abominable bride, this verse is based on the notion that it was real (and thus Jim didn't blow his head off in Sherlock's lounge).

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13. Where do you get inspiration? Music, memes, books, games?

A lot of it is from music tbh. Something my roommate has noticed (he shows me a lot of songs) is that I listen for lyrics and the actual music itself, so I’ll find a song where the lyrics don’t necessarily match, but the mood does, or I’ll find something that has lyrics that are relevant. Like “No Hell” by Cloud Cult is a big #Mood, where as “Spectacular Rival” by George Ezra is more lyrics but also a big fuckin #Mood.

14. Do you have any music or TV on as you roleplay?

I listen to music literally all the time. I used to be a big writing playlist person, and I’m pretty sure I could find my angst playlist on youtube if I tried hard enough, but at this point, I just listen to whatever I want to at the time.Sometimes I’ll be watching things, but typically not, since I can’t focus as well on both when I’m trying to write.

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A TEEN is perhaps the last thing he expects at one of his crime scenes, one would think she’d be tucked up SAFE in bed rather than wandering dangerous places but it seems there’s little he can do about it now. Unfortunately his men are reluctant to lay hands on her, their sense of MORALITY halts them but Jim has no such weakness and grabs her arm before she can scuttle away.

         ❝– Now WHERE do you think you’re going? It’s rather          late for a young woman like you to be WANDERING,          isn’t it?❞

His grip is RELENTLESS, pulling her forward with no regard to how it twists her arm, intent on ensuring she doesn’t speak to anyone about what she has seen. If that means KILLING her, so be it.

Son of a bitch, that hurt! What would have been her shout of pain wheezed out of her useless vocal chords. Obviously this was the leader, more upfront and unfeeling to twisting stranger’s arm. Then again it was a crime scene, people don’t like getting caught. 

Her arm would certainly be bruises and need more medical attention, damn stab-wound made the whole thing worse. The girl simply had to stop and think before trying to pull away. Seemed only one of them didn’t feel guilty about causing that much pain for a simple look. These were human affairs and it’s not like she was any better. Get out of this death grip, and you’re home-free.

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The case that had knocked at HIS door came IN scathed BITS and bobs, had HIM HYSTERIC IN such mystery for days on end,  but a denouement was not QUITE so far fetched, for alas, he had solved what needed an EXPLANATION. The godmother was the murderer; whomever would have guessed? Why the man  whom took the AVOIDANCE OF boredom to an IMMODERATE level OF course; Sherlock Holmes. Unquenched and unrested, he lay draped across the unkempt  leather, one forearm RAISED to apply pressure to the upper BRIDGE OF  HIS nose. He had assumed that he was alone, for SILENCE  was an EMITTING factor, and he had watched the ex-army doctor E X I T  the flat not long ago. In BELIEF that he was to have mental peace, and bound by the SILKEN threads OF HIS blue gown, he opted to rest HIS TIRED eyes. But rest was not OBTAINED. He was awoken by shortness OF breath and an uncomfortable  TIGHTNESS round HIS throat, one that caused HIS LIDS to flutter open IN THEIR PANIC, only to UNVEIL the man whom he had least expected — no IT couldn’t be. No. Not now. Not NOW. Eyes WIDE IN THEIR  shock, he struggled AGAINST HIM, desperate hands at a claw across those Westwood sleeves. “——Jo-hn,” he croaked out IN hopes that  the smaller man had returned WITHOUT HIS knowledge. “John!” He chocked, as he would attempt to pry MORIARTY’S hands down from HIS  JUGULAR. 

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 The Woman didn’t even stir when she was lifted up by the men and placed in the car. Nor did she wake when she was moved onto a bed. She was entirely unresponsive, the only sign she was breathing being her breathing. That was, until she began to stir, mumbling something. Whatever it was was a single word, short and repeated like a name. But the tone was far from a pleased on, it was quite angry if anything. 

It was five minutes later after her stirring that her eyes slowly began to open...and saw somewhere unknown. It was not easy to scare The Woman, but she could feel the panic starting to appear again. Not Karachi. But what if it was similar to that? Her blue eyes darted around and she carefully sat up and scanned the area before her eyes locked onto the nearby figure. He certainly wasn’t someone she’d expected to see beside the bed when she woke up.

   “Why?”

One word, a simple question but certainly not the common question that many would ask after waking up from being drugged and in a new place.

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One day when he came to Ronnie’s trailer to meet his brother he found a parcel on the small stairs. It was odd, mainly because no mailservice ever reached Ronnie’s trailer which was located that deep in the woods. He brought it inside and showed it to his brother but Ron had no idea who could have sent it. There was a gun inside, a short-range pistol with a silencer attached, a nifty, little thing. There was a piece of textured paper underneath it, the letter 𝓜 written on it in cursive. M, geez, they knew a lot of people whose names begun with M.

They forgot about the gift, stopped musing about its origin. Days and days went by with nothing as curious as that... until Ron had a new watch, suddenly, a very pricey one. He asked his brother where he got it from and when he told him that he’s gotten another parcel, just like the one with the pistol, Reggie suddenly had a very bad feeling about it all. Who was giving them those gifts and more importantly: Why? No one ever did something just for fun, right? Especially not giving away such rather expensive things. 

He asked his trusted friends about ‘mister M’ and everyone seemed to know the initial - but not the guy behind the letter. Reggie had a feeling that some did know but they weren’t allowed to tell him anything. He had no other choice than to wait. For another present. Or for a proper letter that contained more than just one letter.

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home for the holidays

For Eurus the holidays were torture. Not because of the increased spike in anxiety and vigilance that came with loneliness, no, she understood that it made sense. It was the happy people around that were exhausting. The families coming together to visit their loved ones as if anyone in the building belonged with them. There was a reason society created buildings like this, asylums, to keep people that diverged from the norm, label it and justify their imprisonment. 

The good thing about holidays was that people were distracted, just enough for Eurus to use her cleverness to steal some clothes and walk right through the front door. She would be back, she always did, it’s not like she had much of anywhere to go, her family thought she was dead and although she tried to blend in, it didn’t always quite work in her favor. Eurus walked fast, not looking back until she was at the gate, quickly turning to conceal herself. 

She didn’t pay any attention to the outside world or anyone who might be passing by, all she needed for now was to make sure no one had seen her. 

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Continued from: x

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  ❝– Well don’t you clean up well, I’ll have to get        you in suits more often.❞

Dark eyes roamed Sebastian’s form, appreciating the sniper’s body with no subtlety whatsoever. While usually he loathed necessary functions with the wealthy, knowing he’d have to play NICE, it would be just a little more enjoyable with Sebastian at his side. – All the more so knowing he’d be slipping away to kill someone right under everyones noses at some time during the night, giving Jim the RARE opportunity to be present for an assassination rather than safely at a distance. It would be thrilling.

“I suppose I don’t need to remind you of the fact that I don’t exactly enjoy wearing suits. They’re unpractical and they make me look like someone I’m not. Though I suppose that’s the whole point, seeing as I need to blend in.” Taking a look at himself in the mirror, he adjusted his tie, knowing Jim would want him to look the part. Normally he didn’t mind being among rich folks too much, considering they usually made for easy targets to pickpocket, which happened to be an amusing practice for him to see if he still had it in him. That, however, didn’t stop him from complaining. “Well, at least there will be a proper climax tied to this evening.”

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“Strange, you seem to have mistaken me for Scotland Yard…or the NOOSE.”

The doctor whirls the top of his cane, DETERMINED gaze fixated on the adversary before him. All too well, he knows the chasm of knowledge separating him from the other, a gross disadvantage on the mental plane evident in the battle waged between Holmes and Moriarty. Any that could so challenge the brilliant mind of the consulting detective was a force to be reckoned with, notwithstanding the nefarious web of rogues with which the man surrounded himself. No, his is not the place to BEST the professor in a mental or even a physical foray, but a DIVERSION to bide time for another is his to claim, to PRAY for success.

“Oh, but I have, Professor Moriarty, hence my inaction. Surely you do not think I would willingly walk into your PARLOR entirely blind? Measures have been taken to dissuade any attempts upon them, I assure you, although your endeavors toward harming them seem…MISPLACED. With world subjugation as your aim, targeting those connected with a mere doctor is mundane in comparison. Whatever will you do if none in the world may challenge you if you succeed in your diabolical scheme? INCESSANT boredom awaits—ask any government minister.”

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He enjoys football quite a lot and will watch rugby to an extent as well. When he was growing up, he lived at his father’s Islington flat during the week and went to school in around the same area, so he became an Arsenal supporter sort of by default. Before he left for the military, he’d gone to some games. Present day, he doesn’t go, but will check scores and watch whatever he has the time for. 

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There was a backwards fumble; not all that SURPRISING, norwas the mere fact alone, that MORIARTY had targeted HIM at the presumedSECURITY OF HIS own apartment. The cover OF NIGHTFALL was enough to mask any VILLAIN, no matter what hue the S U I T. What cameas QUITE the SURPRISE however, was the warmth that flutteredacross H I S LIPS, and the way IN WHICH HIS body reacted. He was stunned, yes, but also not QUITE so appalled as he thought he would be, should such a contact be made between them. A KISS. One heated KISS that was only broken due to the grunt and pull back OF HIS head, he wanted an EXPLANATION, but the HEAVINESS and tremble IN HIS breath told the story OF an INTRIGUED man.

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