Sleuth Home - Detective William Marshal Smith

Title:
Lucky Stiff
Experience:
178350
Archetype:
Very Charming
Age:
4267 days
Gender:
male
Background:
Retired Lawyer
Sleuth Theme:
Flat Black
Last Login:
Jun-30-2013
Account Status:
Inactive
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Equipment

Ivory Nymph Pipe Silver Handled Cane Formal Top Hat Crushed Velvet Smoking Jacket Red Suede

Completed Missions

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

Detective Biography

“Buy me a drink, Sugar…”

I turned my eyes over my shoulder to the voice cutting the flow of my thoughts: blond, beautiful, holding a long slim cigarette between her fingers. Her outfit, however clean and tight, showed on a closer look it had seen better days. I had no doubt: I was looking at your average hooker populating the downtown parlors.

She had made herself comfortable on the bar stool just beside me, leaning her head on a side in an attempt to catch my eyes.

I gave her a dry reply without fully turning my body around.

“I don’t really feel like having company tonight, Doll.”

She placed a hand over my shoulder, slightly touching my neck with her fingers.

“Handsome…” warm smile “…you look a little blue tonight. I’m good with blue…”

I took another look into her eyes while she was playing with her fingers in my hair.

“Well…I guess one drink won’t hurt.”

She firmly waved her hand to the bartender: “My usual, James! Thanks.”

“You will however have to find yourself another client, Princess…” I added as he placed the drink in front of her.

She placed one leg over the other revealing the white soft skin of her thigh. The sight interrupted my thoughts for a glimpse and she clearly saw it. She giggled softly and placed her hand back on my shoulder, touching my cheek with the tip of her fingers.

“Handsome…it’s late and you have a beautiful woman willing to show interest in you, if only for a few hours. Why don’t you…stop fighting the inevitable?”

It was indeed past midnight and there was not much action going around. I finally turned my full body towards her and flashed my hand to the bartender to fetch me another whiskey.

She took a long sip from her drink and turned a playful look to me: “So tell me, Darling: what’s your game?”

“P.I.”

“As in…Private Investigator?”

“Yes.”

“I never knew no P.I. wearing an expensive suit. Had you pegged for a lawyer or something.”

I smiled. “Don’t know if that’s your woman’s intuition or just an educated guess, but…yes: I used to be a lawyer.”

Interested look. “How come you quit?”

I looked into my glass: “I guess I…bailed out one too many criminals.”

“A lawyer with a conscience, huh?” She stretched her hand touching my wrist. “I’m listening, Sugar…”

I took a short sip from my drink. “Just…small time drama, actually.”

I rolled my glass shortly with my fingers and decided to let it out: “Long story short, I bailed my last client out upon him beating his wife to a pulp in front of his children. He went straight home and put a fire axe between her eyes.”

“Ugly business.”

“Yeah…” I gulped the rest of my shot, took a short look at her and decided to close the evening: “I guess I’ll finally take you up on that offer, Doll…”

She graciously stepped off her stool: “My name is Viviane, by the way.”

Politics

Order o Socrates:  Neutral(0)
Arcanum Brthrhd:  Good(10)
Cosa Nostra:  Poor(-3)
Eastern Triads:  Poor(-3)
Circle of Light:  Good(10)
Green Hand:  Neutral(0)
The Tea Steepers:  Good(10)
Shangri La Tigers:  Bad(-10)

Contacts

Music Teacher (New York)
Banker (New York)
Fish Monger (Shanghai)

Arch Villains

None Caught

Books Collected

The Mysterious Affair at Styles
Agatha Christie

The Adventure of the Empty House
Arthur Conan Doyle

The Hound of the Baskervilles
Arthur Conan Doyle

A History of Indian Philosophy
Surendranath Dasgupta