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Completed Missions

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

Detective Biography

I remember when I was naïve, when I thought that everyone got a fair shake in life.

I was raised in the 'high class', private schools, fine clothes, great food and enormous homes. My parents handed everything to me on a silver platter, but I still felt as if I was missing something.

Then, I met him.

When Marie Larson started working for my parents, she brought her son with her. James Larson was so very handsome. He wasn't like the other boys I knew, he liked books, art and history.

We quickly became friends, always talking about books we had read, art we liked.

It was a terrible day when I went away to boarding school, but according to my mother, I needed to learn how to become a lady.

James and I wrote each other multiple times every week. We would both read the same book at the same time and share our thoughts on what we were reading. He would tell me about his classes at the local college and I would complain to him about having to learn the proper way to bend down to retrieve a handkerchief.

Four long years we were apart.

Then, after school and visiting Europe, I returned to New York. I was an educated young woman and my family couldn’t wait to sell me off to the son of the best family they could use in their business.

I had other ideas.

I starting working at one of the many art museums in downtown, arranging art displays and exhibits. My family called it a phase that I was working out my rebellion through working.

I was stuck on how to arrange the new Manet exhibit when I saw him again. His hair was still dark as night, eyes still blue as crystal water, but he was older, filled out and somehow, even more handsome than I had remembered.

We talked for hours; about everything, we never seemed to run out something we had to tell the other. That night he kissed me for the first time and the last.

On his way back to his studio apartment, he was mugged and killed.

The police spent one hour filling out a report and then closed his case. They didn’t even try to find out who killed him.

When my rich uncle lost his cat, half of the police force searched his mansion for the damned thing, but they couldn’t even spare one detective to look for the killer of a poor artist.

So, I did. I studied the evidence, witness reports and the medical examiners notes. After weeks of searching and piecing everything together, I found out who killed James. I told the cops, I gave them all my proof and they still did nothing, they still didn’t care about the man with ice colored eyes.

They didn’t care that he was the love of my life, my breath... all they cared about was that he was the son of a widowed servant.

I decided from that point on that I would be the one who would care, the one who would stand up for those the world sneered at and I would give them justice.


Order o Socrates:  Fair(1)
Arcanum Brthrhd:  Fair(8)
Cosa Nostra:  Fair(5)
Eastern Triads:  Poor(-2)
Circle of Light:  Fair(8)
Green Hand:  Poor(-1)
The Tea Steepers:  Neutral(0)
Shangri La Tigers:  Neutral(0)


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Books Collected

The Mysterious Affair at Styles
Agatha Christie

The Hound of the Baskervilles
Arthur Conan Doyle

The Adventure of the Empty House
Arthur Conan Doyle

Martin Hewitt, Investigator
Arthur Morrison

The Mystery of Marie Roget
Edgar Allan Poe