I’m the lord of crime, a Crime Consultant, if you will. With my intellect and wit, I’ve helped and consulted people since I was just a small child. I’ve always had an intelligence that shocked grownups. I went from a child on the streets wandering into libraries with my brother to an orphan at a school for orphans of course, and then adopted by the Moriarty family with my biological brother Louis where I helped my brother who’s Moriarty blood (not related to me and Louis by blood), Albert, and then me, Louis, and Albert escaped the manor after setting it on fire and making their deaths look like an accident. That’s how Louis got his scar on his right cheek. Anyway, it’s a long story, but now here I am. 20 years old and working at Durham University as a professor, but still continuing my secret side business as a crime consultant, delivering punishments and death to those who do wrong. I am truly intelligent with the way I solve everything, delivering justice to the common people and death to every wrong doing noble. All for the goal of changing this cursed class system.

Today is Monday, and it’s just the start of winter, but we’re already having specks of snow coming down, so I have a scarf on over my elegant and expensive brown suit, which clearly shows my status, if not by my demeanor or cane that I carry around on me most of the time. It has a sword in it, which is the only reason I carry it on the daily. I don’t always have it, though. Not if it’ll be a hindrance when I carry out my business or when it’s unnecessary.

Currently I’m simply on my way to the college, walking through the town with my shoes gently clacking on the cobblestone ground as I’m lost in my own thought, not paying much attention, though I’m always vigilant.