Family Legacy

Dame Vesper Fograven was born in 1864 into one of Britain’s oldest and most esteemed noble families. The Fogravens were aristocrats, innovators, and loyal servants of the Crown. Publicly, they were celebrated as diplomats and inventors, but their true service to the Empire took place in the shadows.

For centuries, the Fograven bloodline had one peculiarity—only men were born into it. Each Fograven was destined to serve Britain in ways history would never record. Never had a daughter been born. Until now.

Vesper was the first and only woman in the lineage, an anomaly that some saw as a sign of weakness, others as an omen. But her father, Lord Sebastian Fograven, believed otherwise. He knew this birth would forever change their legacy.

Instead of raising her as a proper lady whose only duty was marriage, he ensured she received the same education and training as any man in their bloodline before her. She studied history, politics, strategy, technology, and the subtle art of manipulation. She was an aristocrat, but something in her blood made her different.

Public Persona: London’s Star of the Ballrooms

To the world, she was the perfect lady—graceful, charming, and always a step ahead. In salons and ballrooms, she wasn’t just present—she ruled them. She knew exactly what to say, whom to charm, and when to hold her tongue.

No one would ever suspect that beneath the façade lay a brilliant tactician, an inventor, and a secret agent of the British Crown.

First Encounter with Sherlock Holmes

Their paths first crossed in 1884, when Holmes was investigating the disappearance of highly sensitive diplomatic letters between Britain and Russia. The case required absolute discretion. Holmes believed he would work alone.

Until he met Vesper at Lord Kensington’s dinner party.

He noticed her immediately—too poised, too controlled. Every word she spoke was measured with the precision of a scalpel. A player.

Right hand slightly clenched—used to hiding small objects. Dilated pupils at the mention of Russia—Miss Fograven is trying too hard to feign disinterest. And that smile… Yes, we have a player.

Vesper, who was always in control, realized that Holmes was the first man to see through her without a single touch or question. And Holmes realized she was the first woman who could truly match him.

A Shadowed Ally

After that night, she was no longer just an aristocrat. She became the secret ally of the greatest detective of all time.

Their collaboration was so secret that even Watson never knew of her existence. Holmes kept her as his hidden weapon.

Where Holmes analyzed evidence, Vesper manipulated people. She could extract secrets from diplomats, politicians, and criminals alike—and they never even realized it.

Aether: The Secret in Her Blood

Her fascination with mechanics led her to inventions that defied the known laws of science. But soon, she noticed something strange.

Some of her devices functioned without any visible power source. A pocket watch that never needed winding. A tracking device that responded not only to movement but to something… unseen.

And then she understood. This was not something she created. It was something she had discovered.

This energy came from her own body. Her blood, her very existence, was fueling something that should not have existed. She called it Aether.

She did not yet understand why. But she knew one thing—she was the first woman in the Fograven lineage. The first born different. Aether was part of her. And she had no idea what it meant.

The Hunt Begins: Moriarty’s Shadow

Moriarty did not know she existed. And that was his greatest mistake.

Vesper knew something monumental was coming, but she did not expect it to be the end of Holmes’ era. When he set off on his final mission to Reichenbach Falls in 1888, she knew it would be a deadly confrontation.

Before he left, she gave him one of her tracking devices, linked to Moriarty. Holmes never told her how he planned to use it. But he knew it might prove useful.

Then he disappeared. And the world mourned him.

A few days later, her device came to life. Moriarty was moving. He was alive.

Holmes may have fallen into the falls, but before he did, he had managed to place the tracker on Moriarty.

Vesper looked down at the dial. She smiled.

Her game had just begun.

And so, the hunt began…