Beast. Or Adam, as he prefers.

Beauty and the Beast

Bellegarde

None, but has one hell of a temper. Oh, and he's been brainwashed by Beauty.

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He thought he had found his happily ever after. Then realized that his long lost Beauty was nothing short of a wench. Alas, he has given up on love. As if Beauty would surrender him to another, anyway.

Adam was no stranger to the finer things in life. After all, he was a prince. When it was taken away from him, he was left in rags and torn clothing. And then a woman arrived, and he was determined to impress her. He had his people tailor the finest clothing to fit his beastly body. Now on Earth, as a man, he is once again reduced to rags. Most of his clothing stays dirty and his long blonde hair is always a disheveled mess. Helps to keep the nosy away, says Beauty.

He used to be kind-hearted, generous, loving. And then one day, after a little too much barley, he came upon the most disgusting woman at his door. After drunkenly refusing her help, he was turned into the same disgust and hatred he betrayed. Adam fell into despair, a deep depression. He shut out anyone and everyone. He was very convinced he had nothing else to live for. Now a beast, his once warm heart turned ice cold. Being quick to anger and completely irrational, his once loyal subjects started to despise and fear him.

Beauty entered his life and she started to chip away at his frozen heart. He became attentive, kind. Adam began to trust again, and soon found love for the first time in his life. And then it was stripped away when his love's true self emerged. Once his last petal fell, all he could see was red. He was furious, angry, full of rage. When their world fell to pieces, he was ready to die. But he refused to watch the woman he still loved perish.

Once on Earth, he was completely shocked to find himself transformed into his former self. But then came the realization that Beauty still had control over him. He keeps to himself, but is still quick to anger. He seems to always be on the edge of turning back into a beast.

As a lad, his father made sure he was taught the skills necessary to one day be king. When not angered, Adam is well-spoken, articulate, and quite the swordsman. He has also learned that indeed, patience is a virtue. After being stuck under Beauty's thumb for now eight years, he has waited patiently for the right moment, the right person, to free him from this curse.

He is fiercely protective of Beauty and is a great fighter, as he had trained himself in hand-to-hand combat.

Even though he has the body of a man, his mind still believes him to be a beast. He always assumes he is bigger than he is and doesn't back down from anything, even obstacles he clearly cannot overcome. His rage, anger, still boil within his blood, ready to explode. Adam is a time bomb ready to cause mass destruction.

Adam took everything for granted. Being born into royalty seems to make a person that way. He was spoiled, unappreciative, an all around rotten child. With the passing of his beloved mother at the age of eleven, her last words were simply 'be good'. From that moment on, he swore he would be. His attitude completely turned around. He started reaching out to his kingdom, helping anyone who needed it. He was a young boy, but that didn't stop his determination from becoming a great man. One his mother would be proud of.

When he was nineteen, his father died of a rare illness. The kingdom looked to him, now. The pressure and his grief drove him to drink. It was that fateful night that the wretched witch decided to visit his castle. She was looking for the generous prince, and instead got a hateful drunk. And so set forth the curse, that he had until his twenty-first birthday to find someone he loved, who he could love back.

This curse was one to stop time completely in it's tracks. It was as if everything froze with the palace walls. His once faithful servants were transformed into mere centerpieces and hardware. Adam's hard-earned physique grew into a chimaera of sorts. Suddenly he had the body of a wilder beast, the head of a lion, horns of a yak, tusks of a boar. Coarse, dirty blonde hair covered every inch of his body. He was a thing of nightmares. After the transformation, the most exquisite red rose appeared before his eyes. And then, the witch's voice filled the palace:

"From this day forward, you will be a living example of the ugliness you have supplied me. Your world will be isolated, desolate. Your faithful servants will be of no more use to you. This rose will continue to lose petals until your twenty-first birthday. On that day, the last petal will fall, and you remain a monster forever.

However, should you be able to find someone who loves you, and you love them in return, your heart will be mended and tamed. Upon that day you will resume the former glory of your once beloved kingdom."

His depression and despair quickly flooded every thought as he watched his once golden boy looks turn into a horrendous creature. Not only was he cursed, but his staff as well. Everyone was in this situation because of what he had done, what he had let his anger do to him. He hid away inside the castle walls, never daring to venture out unless it was to tend his mother's garden. The only thing left of her.

Fast forward to a man stealing one of his mother's precious roses. Adam would take nothing less than one of the man's most valued possessions. That possession turned out to be a woman. He hated having to put up with a stranger in his home, but she eventually wore him down. Adam found himself wanting to be around her, to tend to her every care. By the time he realized he loved her, it was too late. Beauty had revealed herself to be the true monster. Upon the drop of the rose's last petal, nothing happened. His fate was forever sealed in the body of the beast, lost to everything. Adam was unsure why he didn't change; surely his love for Beauty, and her love for him was enough to break the curse?

Unbeknownst to him, Beauty didn't truly love him. However, according to her, she loved him with everything she had- he was the one who didn't love her enough to break the spell. The realization of that possibility broke him. He swore to continue to prove his love, his loyalty, knowing that was the only way to end his curse and save his people.



And then the world started to crumble around them. Adam had spent three years devoted to his supposed wife, obeying her every whim. Even though he clearly realized her love for him was not everything she said it was. When the castle threatened to fall apart around them, he couldn't help himself. He had to save her. Amidst the rubble came a wizard. Merlin took them to Earth.

Once settled on land, the transformation from beast to man took place. With his old self back, he is determined to separate himself from Beauty. Surely she can't be the only woman able to break his curse. He will find his kingdom and bring it back to the glory that it once was when his parents ruled. He will prove to his father that he is the king that he was groomed to be. And most importantly, he will be good.

Sir William Sherlock Scott Holmes, formerly Lady Margaret Mallory Coyne

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Albion, but relocated to Westernmost

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It's a waste of her time. She's not interested in the mystery of what's in anyone's pants.

In Albion growing up, Sherlock was forced to wear regal gowns fitting of the time period, and to tie her long hair into braids. Hating the pantyhose and all incorporated with it, Sherlock transitioned to wearing light brown pants, stereotypical cowboy shoes, a dark leather jacket, and a light, breathable shirt. Her hair was kept tied up in a bun, and then concealed underneath her cap. Fortunately, she didn't have to deal with large breasts, and managed to pull off the male part quite easily. For the part of Westernmost Sherlock initially called home, her clothes were rather in fashion. Her formal attire normally consisted of something akin to this.

Coming to Mystvale, Sherlock adapted slightly with more modern styles. She dressed in a style similar to this, using a fedora now to cover up her hair. A bit of an odd look, but Sherlock hated the idea of wearing anything that closely resembled a deerstalker, as much as it would help with hiding some of her more feminine features. She never touches makeup, but when at home by herself, she lets her hair out. It's a bit short, with the ends bleached after an accident during a chemical experiment. Her skin has grown tan from her time in Westernmost, but with the cloudy skies of Washington, it's returning more to its original pale shade.

Over the decades, many have speculated what caused Sherlock to become the way she is. Her flatmate, Doctor John Watson, once attempted to explain it was the shock caused by the death of her father. Holmes herself hardly cares for such theories, and given that the Coyne family all believes her to be dead, there are no other relatives to be concerned.

Sherlock is, in a word, a smart ass. An utter jerk with a lack of regard for social customs and standards, Sherlock can seem to have a disregard for human life and the pain of others. If rules inconvenience her, she doesn't follow them. If information seems silly and inane, she doesn't retain it. She talks to herself and a skull, named Billy, and plays the violin noisily, as well as testing out various chemical combinations on others. While some may mistake Sherlock as being a machine, it is more that she's pushed away anything that she deems unneeded in order to accomplish her work. She is an addict, a thrill seeker, gambling with her own life in order to prove a point. She always wants to be right, but even more than that, she craves to be wrong. She wants things to be complex and clever, and thus, has secluded herself from most natural things in the world. However, that isn't to say that she doesn't have a heart. It takes ages, but those that she cares about, she'll lay down her life for.

Sherlock, born Margaret Mallory Coyne, was the youngest of three. Her older brothers were Mycroft and Sherrinford, and they belonged to a prominent noble family. While they weren't on the level of Kings and Queens, the Coyne family had a moderate estate on the countryside. Her eldest brother, Sherrinford, ran the family estate when he turned fifteen, as their father was killed during service with the Royal Navy after a brush with pirates. Mycroft and Margaret then grew up with their brother Sherrinford acting more like a father, rather than a brother.

It was when Margaret turned fifteen that the Coyne family was informed of a recent inheritance of a property in Westernmost. A distant relative had passed away, leaving the deed to them. Given that Mycroft had become a government official, Margaret persuaded her mother to allow her to travel to Westernmost. With the deed in hand, Margaret traveled to Westernmost under guard. And as things always appear to go wrong, they did so spectacularly. The guards were slaughtered by a bandit, with Margaret snatching up a gun and killing her attacker. Given that it was just her, and she quickly deduced the lack of power she'd continue to hold as a woman, Margaret invented a new identity for herself.

Arriving in Westernmost at the property, dressed as a man, she was henceforth known as Sir William Sherlock Scott Holmes, though most referred to her as Sherlock Holmes. Heralded as a Consulting Detective, Sherlock sold the property and moved into a flat on Baker Street in New Orleans. 221B Baker Street, to be precise. A prominent young army doctor served as her flatmate, and as caring as the man was, he was thick enough to never realize Sherlock was a woman.

The pair of them went on hundreds of cases together, with Watson writing up Sherlock's exploits for the Strand, a newspaper in the region. With each passing year, Sherlock became more obsessed with her work, and perhaps, more ridiculous as well. She began hunting down the shadow of James Moriarty, as well as suffering defeat at the hands of a singer, Irene Adler. As much as her mind grew brilliant, her heart seemed to grow colder. She relied on drugs in order to pass the time, and on occasion, in order to solve her cases.

However, there did come a time when even Sherlock was positively baffled. Magic never served to impress her, with her always either disproving it or finding a scientific explanation for the abnormality. The Cataclysm wasn't something Sherlock could explain. Suspecting the devilish Moriarty as having something to do with it, Sherlock traded blows with him at the edge of a waterfall, each benefiting from the recent invention of gunpowder. Moriarty knew Sherlock's secrets, and threatened the safety of her friend. Deciding to take matters into her own hands once and for all, Sherlock tackled Moriarty, causing the pair of them to fall over the edge. Watson, hidden nearby, watched his dear friend perish.

Or so it seemed. Sherlock Holmes' reputation had reached far and wide, with most focusing on the ease with which she solved cases, rather than her abrasive personality. In what Sherlock has begrudingly admitted to be magic, Merlin pulled her out of harm's way, and whisked her away with the others to Mystvale.

Now in Mystvale, Sherlock has been set up in the police department, as the head detective. While this may sound great and fantastic, it actually means that most cases aren't even investigated, as the detective sees no reason to bother with them. She only solves cases that interest her. Anything less than thrilling gets shoved aside, causing petty criminals to get let off more often than the intelligent ones. For example, Hook's robbing spree has gone without investigation as Sherlock knows she's doing it, but can't be bothered to do anything about it.

Funnily enough, Sherlock continues to pretend to be a man. No one in Mystvale has figured it out yet.