Sleuth Home - Detective Carolyn.Dixon

Title:		Sleuth
Experience:		56800
Archetype:		Tough and Smart
Age:		6283 days
Gender:		male
Sleuth Theme:		The Eastern Triads
Last Login:		Dec-15-2007
Account Status:		Inactive
Subscription Status:		Unsubscribed
Community:		Post History

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Completed Missions

• Packages Delivered: 1
• Overdue Books Returned: 3
• Nemeses Captured: 0
• Secret Plans Revealed: 0
• Artifacts Unearthed: 0
• Journal Pages Found: 0
• Brass Rings Won: 0

Detective Biography

As a hood, I had seen it all.... drugs, cons, violence.... you name it. But through it all, I knew my dear sister Anouria would stand by my side. The sweetest, most innocent girl on the planet, she had a smile that made angels weep and devils ashamed to be evil.
But then I had a night that changed my life forever....
It was a dark night.. fog hanging so low on the streets, you couldn't see your own hand if it reached up and slapped you. I was wandering down by the docks in New York City, hoping to catch a job, when I heard this small clutter and rattle in a nearby alley between buildings.
"Ah, someone's working tonight besides me," I thought.
As I put my hand on the wall to find my way into the alley, I heard a small whimper, then a sound that could only be a body falling to the ground.
Just then, I felt a small breeze of someone running past me out of the alley.. but couldn't see a thing.
I inched my way into the alley and almost tripped as my foot thudded into a garbage can. A cat screamed at my invasion of his territory, then I sensed I was close to the body. I bent down slowly, and saw.... MAX?!?!
As I sat there on my heels, I wondered how this could be..
Max was the man that was hoping to be my brother-in-law someday, if only I didn't keep threatening to bash in his head for chasing after my sister. He was a cop, a beat-cop, that was never going to make it past patrolman because he was too honest for his own good, and didn't seem to understand that to rise to the top in NYC, you had to be crooked, have connections to at least one major underworld gang, and have eyes in the back of your head. And, he wasn't good enough for my sister.
It looked it must have been his night off, he was wearing street-clothes, and he looked a little rough around the edges like someone who hadn't shaved or bathed for a month. As I examined his body, I saw that he had to have only put up a token amount of resistantance. His throat had been cut, and his clothes were disheveled like someone had searched him for something.
Anouria was going to be heart-broken.
I picked myself up, and worked my way home through the night, wondering how I was going to tell her, when I heard sirens blaring through the night. As I approached my apartment building, the fog started clearing, and the front of my apartment exploded out into the street and the night crashed in. Lights out.
When I woke up next, my head feeling like it had been used as a punching bag by Mean Joe Louis, I heard the distinct sound of a chair sliding as someone stood up.
"Well, well, looks like our little friend has woke up," and there was Captain Blake, with that little sneer that all cops, crooked and straight, get when they have you by the short-hairs.
"Where's Anouria?", I asked.
"Oh, don't worry, she's with some friends of mine, in Little Italy. She'll be fine, as long as you do as you're told."
My new life began that day, searching for Anouria......

Politics

Contacts

Tailor (New York)
Waitress (New York)
Barber (London)
Tea Merchant (Shanghai)

Arch Villains

None Caught

Books Collected

The Moonstone
Wilkie Collins