Anke Kaiser BioFull name: Anke KaiserAnke Kaiser Bio in Other More Like This
Pronunciation: A - n - kay Kay - zer
Nickname(s) or Alias: A., Little Miss, and Hothead
Species: Petal Pink Penguin
Birthday: November 15
Currently lives: On Club Penguin in a cave with Herbert P. Bear
Languages spoken: English, German, Russian
Native language: German
Relationship Status: It’s Complicated
Height: Penguin Form- 3’ 06” *Human Form- 5’ 08”
Weight: Penguin Form- 5.0 kg *Human Form- 156 lb
Figure/build: A pretty fair in between, she’s neither large nor is she anywhere near being a skinny minny.
Hair colour: Vibrant Red
Hairstyle: Similar to that of a bob, her bangs sweep to the left more than the right, her hair sometimes almost has a Raggedy Ann appearance to it.
The Lonely Assassin?Sherlock had never expected to see fear on the face of James Moriarty, but right now he looked as scared as he could possibly be. The consulting criminal staggered backwards and fell, holding one hand in front of him in defense, his face full of dread and morbid realisation.The Lonely Assassin? in Drama More Like This
His voice barely came out as a whisper. "It's you - you were behind everything, it's always been you!"
The detective grinned and took a step forwards, waiting for the criminal to blink.
He didn't have to wait long.
As soon as he did, Sherlock felt the air move behind him as multiple stone angels appeared, reaching out. Jim crawled backwards towards the wall, terrified, but Sherlock stayed where he was. Because they both knew that they wouldn't hurt him.
"It's been you all along, you you're on their side!"
Sherlock's grin faded slightly. He began to walk slowly towards Jim, and he crouched down so that his mouth was centimetres away from his ear. He could hear the criminal's breathing - unsteady and thi
Spectacularly ignorant.John came up the stairs, two by two, with a heavy shopping bag in each hand. As he reached the top of the stairs, he carefully took both bags in his left hand, using his right to open the door.Spectacularly ignorant. in Humor More Like This
He started to say "I've got the shopping, but they'd run out of your favourite brand of coffee, so I bought..." and then he saw his flat-mate.
Sherlock was sat on the sofa, with his head hanging upside-down off the edge, and his legs against the wall. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, and John could see nicotine patches, three of them, neatly lined up and working away.
The floor was almost completely covered in books. Most were open, and face down. John couldn't stand that. He had no idea how many times he'd told Sherlock to use a bookmark. The sofa where he... 'sat' was surrounded by piles of books, towering high. There were pieces of paper pinned to the wall, upside-down, naturally, so that Sherlock could read them clearly in his current bat-like state.
"I take it you've found a case i