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Detective Phil Olengard
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Sleuth
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7440 |
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Tough and Charming |
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6855 days |
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Sleuth Theme: |
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Shady Character |
Last Login: |
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Sep-18-2005 |
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Inactive
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Equipment
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Secret Plans Revealed:
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Detective Biography
"I don't like to think back to those years. I'm not one of those guys... It hurts, it still hurts too much, you know. Barbara... Barbara, where are you now? It's all my fault, I know. It's all my fucki... oh, excuse me, I didn't mean to be unpolite... the fact is that five years ago life seemed wonderful. Chicago, the Windy City, was my oyster. The owner of the most famous cabaret of the entire city, good acquaintances, cars, girls, everything...
Then... then came Barbara. One night she entered in my Cabaret, she stepped in Phil's Corner, and time stood still. In one single moment, all the girls, all the dancers, everything faded away. From that moment on, there was only her. I said to the maitre that I wanted to meet her, so she came to my table, and we started to talk. And we kept on talking all night long. I can't say how I understood from the start that she was the one for me. Fact is, in less than a month she was living with me and we became one of the most highly regarded couples in the city, dining with the mayor once a week, invited to more high society parties that you can think of.
But Phil's Corner had grown too much, and my face and my life attracted the wrong persons. As far as I know, I rocked the boat of the local Mafia, which had a growing interest in spirits&alcohol... and gambling, of course. I didn't want to come to terms with them. And Barbara agreed with me, too. So I stood still, no matter their threats. And, you know, I thought that my friendship with the mayor would have helped me.
But it didn't. Sincerely, I think it was him, who helped the Mafia. And one sunny morning, I found Phil's Corner burnt to the bone. You know, I could have overcome that, I could have come back, but... but the night of the fire, Barbara was in there.
I've never seen her anymore.
And now I'm here. From Chicago to New York, from Heaven to Hell, struggling to make the end of the month. I invented this... "job" for me... now people don't look at me and say "Ehi Phil, come here, I'd like you to introduce..." No, now they look at me with tears in their eyes and a trembling voice and say "They said you are good at keeping your mouth shut, so listen here". No more cheers, no more flashing lights, no more top of the world. They're not for me, anymore.
Just a little apartment, where I try to sleep and not to think about... her...
And the funny thing is that I have to help them, right now, the beloved Miss Santanelli of Cosa Nostra, here in New York, NY. But It won't last long, I swear...
So that's my story. You can check the newspapers if you don't believe me. Check the Chicago Tribune. Chances are you'll find a photo of me shaking hands with the mayor...
Ah... but that's not important anymore. What do you want from me?"
"Me?". She smiled. "They said you are good at keeping your mouth shut, so..."
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Politics
Order o Socrates:
Poor(-3)
Arcanum Brthrhd:
Poor(-3)
Cosa Nostra:
Good(10)
Eastern Triads:
Poor(-3)
Circle of Light:
Neutral(0)
Green Hand:
Poor(-3)
The Tea Steepers:
Neutral(0)
Shangri La Tigers:
Neutral(0)
Contacts
Barber (New York) Fortune Teller (London)
Arch Villains
None Caught
Books Collected
None
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