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Sherlock Holes (Real name is Sage Lore Longwei)
Personality quirks: serious, professional, perceptive, (can be annoying at time).
Description: (identical twin of Arsene Lupin) Black hair with white edges, right eye is gray and blue, while the other is gray and gold. Around 5’11 feet, somewhat slim.
Species: half dragon changeling, half woodland elf.

Arsene Lupin, a masked thief, made himself at home in his prison cell. With a smaller top hat, Arsene wore a white tailcoat, with black pants, a white button up shirt, and a red vest. His mask, which hid the entire top part of his face, was red and black, resembling a fox vaguely.

Once again, his entertainment was the anger of everyone else. This time, he pickpocketed a wallet from a police lieutenant and didn’t run fast enough. It was a rookie mistake in the eyes of others, but Arsene had his reasons for getting arrested.

Taking off his tailcoat, Arsene put it on the bench, when the door to his cell opened. Looking up, Arsene saw who he was trying to meet. His younger twin brother, who used the name Sherlock Holms. Instead of the quirky suit Arsene wore, Sherlock was more professionally dressed, with a gray button up shirt, a black suit and matching pants. The only out of place article of clothing was his scarf, which was sky blue.

“Morning, dearest brother of mine. You seem quite well today.”

Taking off his top hat, Arsene tried to hand Sherlock a cookie, only for the latter to simply sit down calmly across from him. Not desiring to waste such tasty food, Arsene ate the dessert.

With a sigh, Sherlock asked. “Why do you do this to me?”

“Beg your pardon?” Arsene said with his mouth full.

Sternly, Sherlock clarified. “Why do you keep getting yourself into trouble like this? Is it because you enjoy this?”

Arsene answered. “Hey, I gotta make a living, with spending quality time with my brother is a good career.”

Sherlock paused, while Arsene smirked. He knew his brother was trying to act like a robot, trying to remain like a stone wall. However, Arsene always managed to poke at that mask every time they talked.

“You could,” Sherlock continued, “Join me.”

Arsene looked at his brother in mock horror. “You mean, join the police force? Get a partner and responsibilities? Deadlines and social interaction? Oh, how awful, the shear horror in such an abomination.”

Grinding his teeth, Sherlock interrupted Arsene’s drama queening. “For the last time, I am a private detective, not a policeman.”

Smiling, Arsene countered. “You and I are not so different when you look at it?”

Sherlock looked Arsene in the eye, with his opinions being obvious.

“Okay yeah,” Arsene corrected, “we have our differences. But we both do the same thing in a sense. I turn in criminals like you do, I just do it as a criminal.”

Sherlock cut Arsene off there. “You defeated an assassin who tried to kill the mayor, while pickpocketing everyone in the process.”

“Exactly,” Arsene finished.

There was an awkward pause between the twins. Arsene had once again arranged this talk with his brother. As always, Sherlock was loyal to his dull occupation. Given an opportunity, Arsene knew Sherlock would love the thrills of avoiding the police like he did.

“Are we done?” Arsene asked with a grin on his face.

“Yes.” Sherlock responded.

He then saw his error. “Don’t you dare!”

Too late. By the time he shouted this, Arsene had smashed a hidden panel, triggering a trap door. He grabbed his coat and slid down, disappearing. Again.