Investigators







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 Guinevere (Carl)
English Museum Curator
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Owns a house in London, complete with butler and maid. Well educated and single. Born into money?

Rene (Carl)
Canadian Retired Police Lt
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Skilled at solving murders, or causing them if necessary. Known to swing a mean bat.

James (Tony)
Student of Egyptology

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A bookworm apprentice studying at the Penhew Foundation. Naive when it comes to real life threats.
Norman Bitzman (Bill)
Investigative Journalist
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Son of American missionaries, born in South Africa. Growing up exposed to the language and culture till his parents killed and his return to America to study and research.
Dr. Khatan (Criv)        American Professor
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The deep claw-marks across his face imply he was a failed lion tamer. Or he encountered some dangerous Mithos entity!

 Sent by our American benefactor Jonah Kinsington to keep closer tabs on our efforts. I guess our telegraph reports were too few and far between.

Retired/Deceased PIs
 Dick (Carl)
 Private Investigator...retired
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Too much to handle, Dick tried to return to his normal life.
Mick (Tony)
Irish Smuggler...deceased
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Consumed by the facial burns from the bubble beast, Mic pushed too hard such that Miles Shipley's "mother" added him to jungle scenery.
Two-Tone Eddie (Bill)
Italian Bootlegger 
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Chomped in two by Hunting Horrors during his  attempt to stop a Gavigan's ritual in England. If only he'd asked Guin to cast "StoneSkin" on him before his heroic act. Naw, he'd still be dead!

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Yossef Bronstein (Criv) Jewish Antiquarian
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Bleed dry by leeeches trying to stop Omar's ritual under the Egyptian Sphinx. If only he'd asked Guin to cast "StoneSkin" on him before his heroic act. Naw, he'd still be dead!





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  1. rigglewJuly 30, 2016 at 1:22 PM

    32 year old "Eddie" Falconi, born in Palermo, Sicily in 1890s. As kid, spearfished in bay to supplement family income. Father a fisherman, mother a baker. During cold winters, he'd search the numerous archaeological sites for treasure to sell. Many catacombs. Kept one Roman coin. Years later, after many brawls and injuries, he noted the pug-nosed coin image looked like himself.

    Come WWI, he joined Italian army as an ambulance driver. Driver and corpsman. Late in war, he came home on leave only to learn his father was killed by Germans for refusing to sell them fish at huge discount. By the end of the war, he decided to immigrate with mother, brother, and 2 sisters to America. Settled in "Little Italy", New York.

    Scrapping for any job, he jumped at the chance to be a boxing sparring opponent to "The Great Jewish Ghetto Wizard" Benny Leonard. It didn't take long for Eddie to sport a broken nose and cauliflower ear. And a desire to seek an easier job!

    When Prohibition started, he become a bootleg driver. Delivery and enforcement of his territory. Which meant brawls, firearms, and the scars to prove it. Thru his job, he learned to navigate the alleys and backrooms of the speakeasy joints.

    He looks the brute but is easy-going and charming. Laughs at insults. But if pushed...and DON'T give him the stink eye (staring without blinking). Freaks him out as reminder of the dead on the battlefield.

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