I operate in a few worlds in my Jim mind. My Tumblr group, my original fanfic headcanon, and then the alternate wonderful people I play with.
Sebastian Moran: You can take the tiger out of the jungle and I will set him free in the city streets. A leash doesn’t have to be visible to be felt. My bodyguard, assassin, the man who keeps me from dangling off ledges or taking one pill too many.
Nick Kenning: Nicky and I have been friends since we learned that master’s programmes in advanced mathematics DO mix with organized crime. He’s my friend, my only, my best. Think of him as the perfect combination of Jay Gatsby and Patrick Bateman.
Anthea: Mycroft Holmes’ PA and a girl who knows more than is good for her, but knows how to keep herself playing the game. Is she making eyes at Sebastian AND Nicky?
Mycroft Holmes: Sherlock Holmes’ elder, smarter brother. The man has an appreciation for cake…as well as my friend Nicky Kenning and complex political fiascos.
Anna Moriarty: My mum, a complex woman who taught me much of what I really needed to know as a consulting criminal. My father taught me maths and networking; my mum taught me to ‘solve problems’…like Carl Powers.
Cherie: While she used to work for Ms. Adler, Cherie is now my full time employee. I appreciate her work…whether that’s taking care of a ‘little problem’ with a client in Italy or delivering home baked biscuits if I’ve had a difficult day.
Victor Trevor: Mr. Trevor is Sebastian’s downstairs neighbor…and also Sherlock Holmes’ best friend. And he think I’m just Matt Parker, Sebastian’s caterer boyfriend. Well, he knows I’m something more, but he hasn’t managed to put his finger on quite what that is yet. Yet.
Sebastian Moran: Irish, eco warrior, my original headcanon. Shh…also
this is my actual live-in one.
Sebastian Moran: Dead sexy. And when I say ‘dead sexy,’ I mean the walking entity of sensuality when he kills.