Sleuth Home - Detective Talia Rune

Title:		Nomad
Experience:		3515230
Archetype:		Smart and Charming
Age:		6477 days
Gender:		female
Background:		Freelance Investigative Reporter
Sleuth Theme:		Secret #2
Last Login:		Aug-11-2010
Account Status:		Inactive
Subscription Status:		Unsubscribed
Community:		Post History

Equipment

Completed Missions

• Packages Delivered: 24
• Overdue Books Returned: 22
• Nemeses Captured: 0
• Secret Plans Revealed: 5
• Artifacts Unearthed: 6
• Journal Pages Found: 4
• Brass Rings Won: 0

Detective Biography

A nightclub, New York, 1932.

The doors open. In walks an attractive pale-skinned brunette, mid- to late twenties. The most noticeable thing about her are the large blue eyes.
She seems somehow inaccessible; elegant, distant and a bit cold. But then she puts on a warm smile that has persuaded many people to do as she wishes.
The rumours on the street don't help much. She's new in town, just showed up one day, with an insatiable appetite for mystery and enough curiosity to kill ten cats. She speaks a peculiar accent-free English; the type you can only achieve learning it off books. She seems educated and has been known to have conversations about art, literature, politics and philosophy in English, German, French and Hungarian.
She's generally considered to be somewhere from continental Europe; more details are not known.

Who am I?
You can call me Talia. That's the name I bear now.
Talia Rune, because my original surname shall remain hidden.
Where do I come from?
*distant smile*
That's not important. The country I'm from doesn't exist anymore.
I was raised as a 19th century style lady, destined a life in such society. *slightly sarcastic* Sounds amazing doesn't it?
And then, everything changed. The family lost its status and its home and had to move. My father never fully recovered from the loss of honour and fatherland, my mother was heartbroken from the loss of the lifestyle and society. *sarcastic smile*
Neither of them survived for long. The children spread around the world, I haven't seen a single one of them for a decade, I've travelled around picking up jobs, just enough to get by.
You call it The Great War, mourn the fallen soldiers, glorify the war heroes and celebrate its ending.
But you have no idea.

She turns to you and looks you in the eyes.
For a moment you can see the hardness that lives in those blue eyes, the eyes of a person that is intent on surviving.
The moment passes quickly and she smiles, the blue eyes looking intelligent, warm and innocent.
She turns around and walks away.

Politics

Contacts

Waitress (New York)
Barber (New York)
Tailor (London)
Tea Merchant (London)
Bartender (Shanghai)
Barber (Shanghai)
Waiter (Delhi)
Podiatrist (Delhi)
Imam (Cairo)
Shoemaker (Cairo)
Bartender (Sleuthetania)

Arch Villains

Magistrate Philbert Aryaman
Captured

Eugenia "the Jaguar" Derringer
Captured

Black Widow Violet Grimm
Captured

Lucinda "the Pistol" Malatesta
Captured

Achan "Monkey Face" Frost
Captured

Ursula "Two Thumbs" Moriarty
Failed

Books Collected

The Mysterious Affair at Styles
Agatha Christie

Secret Adversary
Agatha Christie

The Hound of the Baskervilles
Arthur Conan Doyle

A Scandal in Bohemia
Arthur Conan Doyle

The Adventure of the Empty House
Arthur Conan Doyle

Martin Hewitt, Investigator
Arthur Morrison

The Murders in the Rue Morgue
Edgar Allan Poe

The Mystery of Marie Roget
Edgar Allan Poe

A History of Indian Philosophy
Surendranath Dasgupta

Fill My Tummy
Various Authors

Beatle Sleuths
Various Authors

The Moonstone
Wilkie Collins