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Completed Missions

  • Packages Delivered: 5
  • Overdue Books Returned: 6
  • Nemeses Captured: 0
  • Secret Plans Revealed: 0
  • Artifacts Unearthed: 0
  • Journal Pages Found: 2
  • Brass Rings Won: 0

Detective Biography

It was a time between major eras, after the building of the grand pyramids before the raiding of our lands by the Macedonian King, Alexander, and later the Roman horde. It was a time of instability for my people, many thought to rule and Egypt was often split, half being ruled by one man and the other half being ruled by another. It was into this world, I was born. The daughter of a great general, one whom sought a throne for our family to sit upon, I was given the name of the goddess Iset, the goddess of children and protector of the dead. My mother gave me the second name of Hekate, a goddess of her people, known for guiding all through the crossroads of life and revered as a lady of the moon.
I was trained in the mysteries of Iset and the gods from a young age, quickly gaining prestige as a priestess. When my father was successful in obtaining the throne he has worked so hard far, it only increased my power amongst the people, who had begun to view me as the avatar of Iset.
I became drunk with the power that came with my position, doing many impressive deeds, some good and some evil. My only focus was on increasing my position and my powers reach. Nothing would deter me, not even the murder of my parents by the new leader of southern Egypt.
The priest and priestess’s ruled northern Egypt and we did so in grotesque excess. When we should have been protecting and teaching the people, we were using them and stealing from them.
I was in the middle of an intricate ritual when it happened, alone in a darkened temple with only a few scared tools and the blood from innocent villagers with me, two beautiful women appeared.
They announced themselves to be Iset and Hekate, they were saddened and angry at the evil I was doing in their names, letting people believe I was actually the human form of one or both of them. They came to earth to exact my punishment.
With a drop of blood from each of their fingers mixed in, I was forced to drink the bowl of blood I had drained from people who had not seen their deaths coming, who had come to see me when I had told them they would receive blessings from me, the human goddess.
It was several days before I regained consciousness, with their parting words ringing in my ears.
“You will never again feel the warmth of the sun on your skin; nights are now your only home and blood your only nourishment.”
With great sorrow I realized what I had become, a monster. I now understood what I had done, and that this was a fitting sentence for my crimes.
It was many decades later, I found a solace, one I never thought possible when I began to help those I could, finding lost loved ones or bringing justice to those who have hurt the innocent.
Now, nearly three thousand years since my birth, I travel the world helping those at their crossroads, protecting the dead and basking in the only light I can, the moon.


Order o Socrates:  Poor(-1)
Arcanum Brthrhd:  Fair(5)
Cosa Nostra:  Poor(-3)
Eastern Triads:  Poor(-2)
Circle of Light:  Poor(-2)
Green Hand:  Fair(9)
The Tea Steepers:  Bad(-20)
Shangri La Tigers:  Good(20)


Banker (New York)
Bartender (New York)
Concierge (London)
Podiatrist (London)
Stage Manager (Shanghai)
Silk Merchant (Shanghai)
Missionary (Delhi)
Barber (Delhi)
Postal Clerk (Sleuthetania)
Pianist (Sleuthetania)

Arch Villains

Zora "the Iceberg" Metzger

Olympia "Shotgun" Drake

Pirate Queen Elvira Sherman

Charming Godfrey Kaloyenov

Denzel "Two Tips" Cain

Books Collected

Secret Adversary
Agatha Christie

The Adventure of the Empty House
Arthur Conan Doyle

The Murders in the Rue Morgue
Edgar Allan Poe

The Art of War
Sun Tzu

The Moonstone
Wilkie Collins