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Sleuth
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Experience: |
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36240 |
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Tough and Charming |
Age: |
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6662 days |
Gender: |
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male |
Background: |
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Moonlighting Dilettante |
Sleuth Theme: |
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Shady Character |
Last Login: |
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Mar-28-2007 |
Account Status: |
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Inactive
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Subscription Status: |
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Unsubscribed |
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Equipment
Completed Missions
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Packages Delivered:
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Overdue Books Returned:
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Nemeses Captured:
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Secret Plans Revealed:
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Artifacts Unearthed:
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Journal Pages Found:
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Brass Rings Won:
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Detective Biography
Though some know me as a moonlighting dilettante, only I know full well that my 9 to 5 days are over. The mediocrity that haunted my soul, which coveted anything but, found me drinking so much before work that I'd forget which job I was at that week. Several years into this behavior and I 'd amassed myself quite a resume, the likes of which even shoeshine boys on the corner turned down. I knew my luck had run dry when they wouldn't serve me at pubs any more because they knew that I wasn't good for the nickel.
I had my apartment packed up into rucksack (I never realized how little things I owned in until I left) and was about to walk out of the door never to return again, when I heard two muffled gunshots from the apartment next door. As someone with nothing to lose I figured that I'd check it out as my neighbor, Cynthia Spakes, didn't seem like the type to discharge a weapon in her own home. I broke down her door only to see an empty studio with a slight breeze comming from an open window. I was about to go back to my studio as I was sure that the police were already on their way when I heard her shower curtain fall in the bathroom.
I remember the door was cracked open just the slightest bit witha strip of light shining across the room like a two dimentional illuminating wall. Before I could build up the courage to go inside I tested the capacity of my lungs and gave what or whoever was waiting for me everything that I could muster. When I didn't get a reply I slowly peered in to the room. Right at first I saw what was left of her head and shoulders slumped in the corner of her bathtub, resting in only the unnatural way that dead flesh can. She had been shot at point blank range with a high caliber pistol in the left side of the jaw. I immediately turned away, not because the sight was too much for me to handle, but because I still hadn't located the gunman, and only once I confirmed that he wasn't in the room, I began to take in the reality of the scene.
Out of faithfulness for the same girl who let me borrow a cup of sugar not but a week ago, I waited around for the cops to show, but they never did. It became clear that someone had convinced po 9 to look the other way and sure enough, after the ambulance came, I was paid a small stipend to keep this quiet. I shouted instead. With no obligations to stand in my way I acted upon a wild hair and set out to unravel Cynthia's death. Once I started to dig up information and found myself immersed in her complex web, I quickly found that I had more aptitude at this sort of work then I'd at all of my previous jobs combined.
I'm sure you read about how it ended up in the papers, and I'm not one to toot my own horn, but this moonlighting dilettante knows that he can never turn his back on this profession, now that it has truly become my only purpose on this mortal coil.
(beep, beep)
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Politics
Order o Socrates:
Poor(-3)
Arcanum Brthrhd:
Poor(-3)
Cosa Nostra:
Good(10)
Eastern Triads:
Fair(1)
Circle of Light:
Good(10)
Green Hand:
Poor(-3)
The Tea Steepers:
Neutral(0)
Shangri La Tigers:
Neutral(0)
Contacts
Bartender (New York) Banker (New York) Concierge (London) Postal Clerk (Delhi)
Arch Villains
None Caught
Books Collected
None
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