modernholmes: (at the table)
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Character name: Conan Edogawa (Shinichi Kudo)
Character fandom: Detective Conan
Version: v1
Canon point: after chapter 812
Importing development from old game? No.

Changes from canon, if AU: None


The first thing anyone notices about Conan is his intelligence. He knows and understands far too much, even for his true age. Ask him about practically any topic and he can ramble about it knowledgeably. As the seven -year-old he appears to be he attempts to conceal the full extent of his knowledge and deduction skill, but he has never been very successful at this. He tries to appear like an ordinary child, but he doesn't really have clue what normal is.

He is brilliantly intelligent, cool-headed, independent, logical, and acerbic. And hopelessly in love with his childhood friend Ran. His ability for deductive logic, immense knowledge, and analytical ability make him an amazing detective. He is hardly ever wrong, once he has figured a case out. Even cases that have been labeled unsolvable.

But at the same times, his genius has created problems for him. He is completely unable to resist a mystery. If he finds one, his curiosity will not let him rest until he finds an answer. When in the middle of an investigation he often forgets the danger of hunting suspects in a child's body. He can deduct motives and solve impossibly complicated riddles, but he doesn't really understand people on a personal level. He didn't understand his own feelings for Ran until it was too late to tell her anything, and he has repeatedly missed obvious hints from others about their feelings for him. He can also be very forgetful about his personal life. He never remembers his own birthday, for example. He also has trouble relating to his peers. Even before his shrinking, he was almost completely isolated from his classmates, apart from Ran. He is most comfortable when dealing with adults at a professional level.

Whatever name you call him by, he has always had a habit of putting on different personalities to get the results he wants. Shinichi's core personality is a bored and irritable boy. He finds most of the typical occupations of his peers uninteresting and constantly runs a sarcastic commentary on the people around him. Only a few things can snap him out of this. Any mention of Sherlock Holmes will instantly turn him into an enthusiastic boy who can ramble on for hours. And the appearance of a mystery of any kind will instantly bring out his razor sharp focus. Once he is on the hunt to solve a mystery he is almost impossible to distract. He is a huge fan of soccer, and admits to a fondness for cheesecake. And there is Ran, of course. His most important person.

Even when he was still Shinichi, he admitted to deliberately putting on a mature and serious attitude so that the police would listen to him. As Conan now he often puts on an act of sugary enthusiasm for the benefit of adults. Especially when at a murder scene and drawing attention to vital clues. He is probably truest to his own personality among his classmates in first grade and among th few people who know his secret. But even with them he is secretive.

Currently Conan has only two goals in his life. First, to reclaim his old life and to finally confess his feelings to Ran. To do this he needs to find an antidote for the poison that turned him into a child and he needs to bring an end to the Black Organization. Secondly, he has the goal of finding the truth behind every crime he stumbles across.

He believes in justice. If finding the truth involves bending or breaking the law, he will do that without a seconds regret. He also believes that there is nothing that justifies the taking of a life, even if it is a murderer's life. Once he told a fellow high school detective that cornering someone with logic and allowing them to commit suicide was the same as committing murder themselves.

He has the worst luck in the world when it comes to stumbling across cases. He can't go anywhere without dead bodies turning up somewhere. Amusement parks, the mall, bus-rides, the beach, parties, restaurants, even if he is just walking down the street. If there is a crime happening anywhere in the area, he will be there. If there is a way for a person to die, he has probably seen it before. And no matter how horrific the scene, he is never phased. He sees bodies as evidence. Nothing more.

His forced second childhood has turned him into a kind of deadpan snarker. He is never shy about making acerbic observations about the people around him, though most of those comments never leave his head. Particularly if they're getting off track in a murder investigation. Additionally, his act as a child has made him more than a little manipulative. He is entirely capable of leading adults through an entire investigation without ever letting them know what was really happening. If they still don't get it, he will resort to drugging them and using them as living puppets.

He idolizes Sherlock Holmes, and has deliberately modeled himself after the detective. And he is a natural skeptic when it comes to ghosts, monsters, and magic. He has repeatedly run into murderers attempting to disguise their crimes as the works of ghosts or local monster stories. Upon meeting any people with such special powers here, he is likely to immediately assume it is a hoax to cover up for another crime.

Shinichi has a habit of taking everything on himself. He tends to be very closemouthed about the things that are really bothering him and will never ask for help even if he needs it. He often forgets just how physically vulnerable he is right now, especially when he gets caught up in the chase. He is terrified of the Black Organization ever discovering that Shinichi Kudo is still alive. But he is most terrified that Ran will get hurt. If it means that she won't get involved he is willing to lie directly to his best friend. Even if it means she will hate him if she ever finds out.

He hates lying, and he hates being in this situation where his whole lie is a lie. But even more, he hates what he has done to Ran. He has to sit and watch Ran getting upset and worried about Shinichi's disappearance, when all he has to offer her is an occasional phonecall through a voice changer.


He's a detective. One of, if not the, best in his canon. Basically this means that he has incredible skills of observation, is good at reading criminal's intentions and is capable of putting together pieces of seemingly unrelated information to figure out the method and reasoning behind elaborate crimes. Conan has vast amounts of information memorized on hundreds of different topics. Most of them relating to solving murders. He has also shown other skills such as piloting aircraft, advanced marksmanship, knowledge of poisons and the human body and solving riddles and codes.

Conan always carries a number of disguised tools and gadgets, which he uses to make up for the weakness of his child's body. His most offensive weapons are his wristwatch and his shoes. His shoes are specially designed to temporarily increase his kicking power. Using them, he can knock criminals unconscious from hundreds of feet away. And has occasionally dented metal using a soccer ball. His wristwatch has a concealed sedative dart launcher.

His glasses have secondary uses as night vision goggles and as a homing device tracker. Conan's bowtie is a voice changer, and his belt buckle conceals an soccerball inflater and launcher.

The only really unusual ability he has isn't so much an ability as it is a condition. A year ago he was poisoned by an experimental drug called APTX4869. It was supposed to kill him, but instead he shrank to the size of a first grader. As of now, there is no permanent cure although he has used some temporary cures to return to his true age for a few hours.

Writing sample:

If there was one thing his unwilling trip back to first grade had taught Conan, it was how to survive boredom. It had been hard enough making it through the tedium of school the first time, when he had truly been a child. Now?

He was seventeen years old, and learning about the exciting worlds of long division and finger-painting. Boredom was an understatement. His only entertainment at this point was calculating how many questions he still needed to miss to keep his grades from being suspiciously high.

He scowls down at the art project of the day and almost imagines he can feel his brain starting to atrophy from disuse. Silently he wishes for a mystery to turn up. Any kind of mystery. As long as it wasn't another murder. He'd even accept a notice from that useless thief. At least some of those riddles had stumped him for a brief moment.

"My, my," Haibara comments from her seat next to him. "Is the great detective having problems? No new puzzle taking up space in that brain of yours?"

Conan favors the other shrunken adult with an unimpressed scowl.

"Idiot," he drawls in a bored fashion. "You're just the same as me. I suppose I'll just have to find something to investigate." About to continue, he is interrupted by one of the real seven-year-olds in the class.

"Conan," Mitsuhiko growls, "You were thinking of going off by yourself again. You're always doing that!"

"Yeah," Ayumi chimes in. "We're the detective boys! Its no fair if you find a mystery by yourself!"

Conan freezes and laughs nervously at the three children glaring at him. "Ahaha, of course I wasn't planning on going off by myself."

And of course that doesn't work as the three children keep glaring at him suspiciously. And he is certain Haibara is laughing at him. He could definitely see her twisted sense of humor in this.

"Good!" Ayumi claims. "Because Mitsuhiko found another haunted house! And we're going to investigate it after school. You'll come too, won't you Conan?"

Looking between the subtly amused Haibara and the two boys who seemed determined to drag him to the haunted house if he dared to say no to Ayumi, Conan wonders when this had become his life.

Voice sample:

In which Conan briefly turns back to his true age and does some damage control.

In which Conan finds trouble. Again. The best friend isn't amused.

In which Conan indulges his manipulative side

In which Conan arrives in Hogwarts and is not happy

IC Contact

Feb. 1st, 2021 09:51 pm
modernholmes: (shinichi - ruffled)
 This is Shinichi Kudo, detective.  Leave a message and I'll get back to you.
modernholmes: (grumpy)
Conan is a deduction genius and incredibly observant.  Like Sherlock Holmes, he can take a single look at someone and figure out  their occupation, home, where they had traveled recently, where they went for lunch that day, and hobbies.   All from tiny clues in their appearance and clothing.  

So to help figure out this ability, please answer the following questions for your characters.

1.  What is your character's name and frequency?
2.  Is it okay for Conan to deduct something about your character's history?
3.  What would he figure out about your character?
4. What clues would he be able to see in your character's appearance?  Scars?  Calluses?  An accent?  Clothing of a certain style?


Mar. 25th, 2020 12:00 am
modernholmes: (in thought)
Conan is a new muse for me, so please let me know what you think.
modernholmes: (Default)
Conan is a deduction genius and incredibly observant. Like his idol he is capable of performing a Sherlock Scan on people he meets.  Since I certainly don't know all of the canons in this game and since he could possibly bring up things in this way you don't want getting figured out, I put together this short permissions post.

So to help figure out this ability, please answer the following questions for your characters.

modernholmes: (to the side)



kid! James















Sherlock Holmes








Nov. 24th, 2011 08:38 am
modernholmes: (oi so unimpressed)
Tch, everyone is acting so irrational these days.  Well, it's not like I should expect anything else.

And I don't see why I should go along with his ridiculous order to stay in the house.  My ankle is sprained.  Not broken.  And its not like I was ever in any real danger.
modernholmes: (sulking)
It's strange isn't it?  That so many people would suddenly be here?  I wonder what the reason could be?

[He wanted to be out there investigating.  There was a possibility this had something to do with how the scientists were able to transport people here.

But... Ran had been very insistent about his promise to stay in bed until his injuries healed.  She would not be happy if he left.

If she caught him.

Casting a wary glance at the door, he carefully throws back the covers and slides out of bed.  He winces slightly as he puts weight on his bad ankle, bu quickly leans against the wall and hobbles over to the window.

Time to get out of here.].
modernholmes: (nightmare)
[The video feed turns on with no warning, and at first is jolting around so much that it is impossible to tell anything about the location or the person carrying it.  There is only the sound of heavy breathing, the howls of the ferals and a low motorized whine.  Suddenly the feed straightens out for a second, showing a familiar looking clearing not far from Dissimulo.  And a very familiar soccer ball slamming into the nearest feral.

It is thrown into a tree with enough force to splinter the trunk,  and the pack shies away for a second.  But that doesn't last.  With another loud howl they begin to close in.]


Nov. 2nd, 2011 05:29 pm
modernholmes: (oi so unimpressed)
...Would anyone like to help me find and destroy any evidence that the last few days ever took place?

Locked to Hattori 70% )

modernholmes: (disappointed)
[Conan looks sleepily into the camera as he stifles a yawn. Today the normally dignified boy is dressed in the most adorable little panda outfit you have ever seen.  Most strangely for the people who know him well, he doesn't even appear bothered or embarrassed by his costume.]

I'm feeling really sleepy.  I think I'm going to take a nap.

Ne, Ran-neechan?  Do you think we could have bamboo for lunch?
modernholmes: (soccershoes)
[Conan's face appears on the video, obviously worried about something.]

Ne, something scary is happening!  Is everyone okay?  And does anyone know how-

[He breaks off to spin and kick a soccerball straight into a nearby zombie's head, instantly dropping it to the ground.]

Does anyone know how widespread this is? Are they in Discedo?  What about Spero?

modernholmes: (worried)
[Conan listens worriedly to Ran in the other room.  This entire disaster had caught him completely by surprise.  Not only the illusory bodies being replaced with real bodies, but the thick fog cutting off travel options.  Not to mention the sudden disappearance of everyone in the house.  Adam and Makoto had disappeared with no clues to their location.  Hattori and Kazuha were gone as well.  Lost in the fog, he culd only hope.

And there was nothing he could do.  Leaving the house with no clues and little visibility would be a mistake.  And he could not lead Ran into that kind of danger.  All he could do was try to gather information.]

Hattori )

Luke )

Is everyone okay? This fog is scary isn't it? It would be awful to be lost out there. Is there anyone missing?

Has anyone thought about what to do about all the corpses?
modernholmes: (nightmare waking)
[So... he was back to being Conan again. These brief, brief times when he could be himself. When he could speak with his own voice and answer to his own name. They never lasted long enough. Not for everything he wanted to do. But for now all he could do was keep up the facade.]

Hello? Does anyone know what happened? I think I'm a little confused.
modernholmes: (shinichi pain)
[The first time Conan wakes up, it is to a very familiar pain.  Like his very bones were melting and reforming.   He bites back a scream and falls unconscious again after only a few seconds..

The second time Conan wakes up he pushes himself up into a seated position and gropes for his glasses.  Instead he accidentally knocks his communicator onto the floor as he reaches much too far, overbalancing and falling out of bed with a loud crash.  After a stunned moment he sits back up and stares at himself in shock.  He was in his real body.]

How?  The last thing I remember...

[He cuts himself off, both in surprise at his own voice and at the memory.  He shouldn't have survived that.   He'd been able to calculate exactly what his captors' intentions had been, and there was no way he could have escaped from it without injury.

Shinichi stands up, hastily wrapping the sheet around himself,  and strives to form a plan.  First, he needed information.  He needed to know where he was and what had happened.  And he needed to get in contact with Hattori and Ran.  Were they okay?

...Also, he needed clothes.  Whatever this location was, the thin sheet he'd located was not nearly enough to ward off the chill.

So, information first.  He reaches for the communicator and begins to compose a text message using the highest security he could think of.  After a moment of thought he encodes it for the added security.]

[Locked 60% to Hattori]
.. ...  . .  .... ....  .... ....  ... ....  .... ..  .. ....  /  /  ..... ..  .. ...  . .  .... ....  /  .. ...  . .  ... .....  ... .....  . .....  ... ...  . .....  . .... 


[Message sent, he stands up and wraps the sheet tightly around himself before making his way to the door.]

Hello?  Is anyone here?

modernholmes: (thinking at table)
[The creature in the child's skin smiles sweetly as he turns the hand-   No.  It was his hand now -  over and over again.  He stares at it, fascinated.  Eventually he looks up at the camera and begins speaking in an artfully innocent voice.]

I'm going to be a little late getting back to the house.  I'm sorry if that worried anyone.  I went out for a walk, and I got a little lost.


modernholmes: (Default)
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