Ethan Conrad
Alors qu'Ethan écoutait la jeune comtesse, il remarqua que ses papilles goûtaient les saveurs exquises de la nourriture devant lui. Avait-il vraiment mangé? C'est impossible. Comment aurait-il pu manger sans utiliser ses ustensiles? Il regarda de nouveau pour être sûr, et alors qu'il était correct qu'ils n'avaient pas été utilisés, Ethan seulement alors réalisé qu'il y avait un os de jambe sur son assiette. Sa vaisselle n'aurait pas été nécessaire si c'était le cas. Et comme il avait pratiquement essuyé ses mains sur la chaise il y a quelques instants, il aurait enlevé toute graisse qui restait.
Cela expliquait la nourriture alors, mais étaient des questions plus importantes qui devaient répondre. Et malheureusement, le seul capable de répondre à ces questions semblait plus préoccupé par son dîner. Malgré ses invités évidemment confus, La Comtesse a décidé d'offrir le dessert plutôt que toute explication. Tandis que le dessert semblait fabuleux, Ethan ne put même pas briser la surface avec sa cuillère quand La Comtesse parla.
Un jeu?Éthan a demandé avec un look quizical. Je m'excuse, Comtesse, mais il doit y avoir eu une erreur. Je ne suis ici pour aucun jeu. Comme je l'ai dit à votre femme de ménage ici, je m'appelle l'inspecteur Ethan Conrad, et je suis ici pour les affaires de police. Si vous avez un moment il ya quelques questions J'aimerais vous poser et votre personnel.
Name: Detective Ethan Conrad
Age: 30
Appearance: An average looking man Ethan is pale and slender standing around 5’ 10”. His hair is a darkened blonde combed neatly back complimented by a trim musketeer goatee and soft blue eyes. Professionally dressed, he wears a white buttoned shirt with black suit pants and vest, over which is a dark gray overcoat and black bowler hat.
Backstory:
Ethan grew up in one of the major cities of the country. His parents owned and ran a general store which gave them just enough money to give Ethan a formal education. Though he always planned on using his education to take over and expand his family’s shop, his future changed the night his parents were found dead in their store. Initially ruled a ‘murder suicide’, Ethan was able to prove that it was not only a murder, but that it was linked with a series of deaths across the city. With his help the police were eventually able to catch the culprit and bring him to justice.
From then on Ethan devoted his life to solving crimes. As soon as he was able, he joined the police force continuing to studying law and forensics until he was able to become a full fledged detective. From there Ethan devoted all this time to his job, working round the clock on every case he was given, even the ones he knew couldn’t be solved. One such case happened to be his current assignment: The disappearance Silvia and Jordan Rossberg.
A few weeks prior, a woman and her son, Silvia and Jordan, were reported missing. They had gone to “The Coal Town” (as the city folk called it) to visit her sister, but never made it. Their carriage and belongings were found abandoned just outside of the town. Some suspected robbers, but the fact nothing had been stolen lead Ethan to believe there was something else going on. Unfortunately, no one claimed to have seen Silvia or Jordan and there was no sign of where they had gone.
After interviewing everyone in the area and searching countless times for clues, Ethan was ready to call this one, there was just one place left to look. It was a long shot, but according to local rumors, when people go missing in this town, your best bet was the Rivianne mansion.
Inventory:
Single action revolver - police standard
Detective’s badge pinned to his vest
Pen and notepad
Photo of Silvia and Jordan
Tin of cigarettes
Box of matches
Intro/Sample Post:
This was idiotic. Ethan had no evidence or witness testimony to suggest the Rivianne’s were involved in the Rossberg’s disappearance. Hell, even if there was it was the middle of the night! Waking one of the richest and more influential families to question them like this was probably the dumbest thing he would ever do. Yet, here he was, pushing open the front gates and walking up to the enormous mansion without the slightest hesitation. Of course he knew why he had to do this. He wouldn’t be able to rest until he had checked every possible lead, even something as ridiculous as a local legend.
Matters only worsened as thunder crackled above and a small drizzle of rain began to fall. Ethan was just able to make it to the patio before the light drizzle turned into a near hurricane. The winds howling around him only confirmed his fear, there was no way he could get back now. In fact, he was probably going to have to ask for a room from these people, lovely.
Taking a deep breath Ethan knocked on the doors. In an instant they were opened by a young maid whose face was marred by a terrible scar. “Sorry to disturb you.” Ethan began having to nearly shout to be heard over the winds, “My name is Detective Ethan Conrad. I was wondering if-” As he spoke the winds got louder and louder until he couldn’t make out any other sounds. The sound then turned from a low howl, to a piercing ring. The last thing Ethan remembers was covering his ears with his hands before collapsing in the doorway.
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