Sleuth Home - Detective Ivy Barbie

Title:		Old Shoe
Experience:		1183190
Archetype:		Tough and Charming
Age:		6961 days
Gender:		female
Background:		Moonlighting Dilettante
Sleuth Theme:		The Order of Socrates
Last Login:		Sep-11-2018
Account Status:		Inactive
Subscription Status:		Unsubscribed
Community:		Post History

Equipment

Completed Missions

• Packages Delivered: 6
• Overdue Books Returned: 8
• Nemeses Captured: 0
• Secret Plans Revealed: 0
• Artifacts Unearthed: 0
• Journal Pages Found: 3
• Brass Rings Won: 0

Detective Biography

"Do you really think you can do this?" A tall, plump man with a salt and pepper colored toupee seated behind a glossy, maple-wood finished, cluttered desk inquired the young lady before him.

"Is there a problem, SIR?" The slender, mysterious, sassy woman snapped back.

"Uh, miss....uh....er--"

"Ivy...the name's Ivy."

Ivy...the epitome of beauty AND brains. The sexy, curvy princess had a thing for making her opponents master the art of dumbfoundedness. With a plethora of awards and honors--including Valedictorian and a cum laude English/Psychology graduate--Ivy can do more than just "talk the talk."

"Um, okay....er, Miss Ivy. I didn't, uh, mean to sound, like uh, you, um--"

"Couldn't do the job?" Ivy added with a hint of attitude.

"Well, er, I wasn't meaning it quite THAT bluntly. What I'm trying to say is, uh, with your, let's see, appearance, criminals will, geesh...have their way with you, you know. Um, you know this is a rather, duuuu, dan, dan---"

"Dangerous job?"

"Um, Uh..."

"What's the matter, SIR--cat got your tongue? Let me tell you a little something, SIR. I don't know what kind of twisted sexist, chauvinistic world you're living in, but this is the 21st century. Just because you see a gorgeous woman DOES NOT mean that she is to uphold a "footstool" position--eye candy for your infantile, primitive, perverted fantasies."

The man just sat there with a blank stare on his sunburned face.

"SIR, I could kill you with just a mere THOUGHT--you wouldn't know you were dead until you met face to face with the devil himself. " Ivy explained as she leaned on his desk, eye to eye with the man with the toupee.

"I'm going to go now, and let your fat butt sleep on the biggest mistake you just made in your life. Ciao!"

And then, she left.

The man behind the desk leaned back in his chair. He stared at his desk plate that read, "Warren G. Warner, Chief of Police."

Mr. Warner picked up the office phone and dialed. A scruffy voice answered on the other end.

"She came today. Just like you said." Mr. Warner said.

The sound from the other was very muffled, yet seemed pleased with the information.

"You think she's on to us? I wouldn't want THAT to happen. I mean, I could lose my job, my status, and the candidacy for mayor this year. I've got A LOT to lose here!!" Mr. Warner said with a panic.

The mystery man on the other end of the phone inquired about "plans." Something indeed was rather fishy.

"No, I still have the plans right here. They're on my desk right under the--"

Mr. Warner frantically scattered all the papers on his desk, looking for the "plans." The flushed-face cop put his hand on his forehead in shame. In a monotonous, spooked voice, he said,

"The bitch is indeed on to us." as he picked up a single posted note with lipstick on it where the "plans" should have been. The note read as thus:

"Gotcha!"

Ivy

Politics

Contacts

Fortune Teller (New York)
Shoe Maker (New York)
Podiatrist (London)
Bartender (London)
Silk Merchant (Shanghai)
Stage Manager (Shanghai)
Bartender (Delhi)
Podiatrist (Delhi)
Pianist (Sleuthetania)
Postal Clerk (Sleuthetania)

Arch Villains

Assassin Anastasia Borogrove
Captured

Xiao Chen "Demon Face" Boucher
Failed

Commander Narcisse Panzer
Failed

Books Collected

The Mysterious Affair at Styles
Agatha Christie

The Hound of the Baskervilles
Arthur Conan Doyle

Martin Hewitt, Investigator
Arthur Morrison