Post by mycroft on Jan 14, 2012 20:45:29 GMT -8
MYCROFT HOLMES
name Holmes, Mycroft
race Human
gender Male
age 41
residence England
hair Brown, short, thinning a bit at the temples. Always neat.
eyes Blue
height just over 6'
other He has two moles near his left eye and a beak of a nose.
personality Mycroft had always been very smart for his age. He was a fast thinker, able to solve problems in seconds flat. He'd also been able to figure things out about people quickly, within a few minutes of meeting them. The smallest things about a person like the way they stand, move, facial expressions can tell him just about anything about them. He can read people like books.
Mycroft is lazy, but it's not defined the same way it would be for other people. He has no problem with getting up and doing work should it need to be done. He just doesn't really have the energy. He despises legwork, which would be the reason he doesn't put his deduction skills to work the same way Sherlock does. Whatever solution he comes up with for a problem is really based on little to no evidence and Mycroft doesn't try to find out if it's the correct one or not.
He's a very mature person. He doesn't like childish behavior. He believes people should act their age instead of acting like they were eight years old again. Mycroft is also very responsible and dependable. He can be trusted with something important. If someone asks him to do something, he'll do it except if it happens to be a case that involves a lot of legwork.
There really aren't people in his life that he would protect. He doesn't care enough for too many people to protect them. In fact, there is just one person, not counting his mother, that he genuinely cares for. The one person he doesn't want to see hurt or self-destruct again. That would be his brother, Sherlock. Mycroft isn't bothered by how his brother thinks of him. No matter how bad things get, he'll always be there for him.
miscellaneous He hates to text. He is the British Government. His name literally opens doors. He likes to eat and doesn't frequent cafes.
history 41 years ago, Violet and Siger had their first child, a little boy they named Mycroft. He was always a good kid. Even as a baby, he really didn't cry much. He was precocious and learned to walk and talk before other kids. The terrible twos for him wasn't the same as other kids. Though he acted up at times, usually for attention he felt he wasn't getting, he was still a good kid. He discovered books at a young age and would spend long hours, sitting around and reading.
When he was seven years old, his little brother was born. Mycroft loved Sherlock from the first moment he saw him. He vowed then to protect him and always be there for him. It was hard to do as Sherlock grew up. There was animosity on Sherlock's part because Mycroft was smarter than he was. The boys fought like any brothers would. It often got on Mycroft's nerves when Sherlock would bring up his love of food. There were also times when he would be trying to do his homework and in came his brother. Sherlock would tear up papers and there was once, he hid Mycroft's school books. Despite all that, he got excellent grades and was accepted for early admittance into university.
His college years were fun. Unlike his classmates, though, Mycroft didn't stay out partying or getting drunk. He was a good student, always followed the rules. However, he did have a habit of correcting teachers if he felt they got something wrong. He did have some personality conflicts with the professors, which forced him to drop some classes. Every time he did that, he would pick up another one he was interested in.
He didn't spend his whole time studying. He made sure to make time for the friends he had and they would leave the university for some of the local hang outs. There were times they ended up in bars and clubs, but unlike the friends he was with, Mycroft wouldn't touch alcohol. He would sip soda or something and listen to the music. There were times he ended up getting abandoned and he would just go back to the school when he realized it. Not that it really bothered him, though.
After his graduation from university, he got a job with the British Government. It was a very minor position, but he worked hard and soon he earned a promotion. Throughout the years, he earned more promotions and soon got to his current position. While he claimed it was a minor position, he was the most indispensable man in the Government. The best way to describe what he did would be to say he was a human computer. Information came to him from every department and he would make out the balance.
About three years ago, Sherlock got addicted to drugs. Mycroft, because of how much he cared for him, got involved. His brother did get clean with his help, but he always worried the drug habit could start back up again. This concern was what caused him to make contact with Dr. John Watson when it became known to him that he'd been spending time with Sherlock. Mycroft offered to pay him a lot of money to keep an eye on him, but John refused it.
roleplay sample His job at the government kept him busy. A lot of top secret work that needed to be done. Mycroft liked to claim his position was minor, not very important, but truthfully, his brother was right. Not about him being the government, he was more important than people thought. One of the few indispensable government employees. His name would literally open doors to top secret establishments. Currently, the work all involved something big going down. Mycroft wasn't going to allow a lot of innocent people to be killed, so he had to come up with a secret plan that would allow everyone to remain safe. It wasn't very easy, but he could get it done.
He would get it done. It was taken up time they didn't have, but Mycroft wasn't the only person working on this and between them, something would come up. Pretty soon, he had a meeting to discuss what was going on. If a solution to this wasn't thought of soon, he would just have to explain that they hadn't come up with anything yet. His superiors probably wouldn't be happy about it, but it was something he had to do. It wasn't like he could lie to them. Mycroft straightened a tie that wasn't askew, flattened his hair even though it wasn't messy and picked imaginary lint off the suit. A man had to look presentable. It didn't look right when a government employee didn't look neat.
Time came for the meeting and no solution had been reached. Mycroft really hadn't been expecting one. It would probably be another late night with the men helping him. Sometimes, they didn't have a choice. Especially with this current problem. He left his office and headed to board room. Mycroft was all set to tell them they would need more time, even though they didn't have any.
