Defective Detective
"The city was a busted jukebox, and I was the only song it still played."
"Every case starts the same: too much smoke, not enough answers."
You hired the worst detective in the city. Congratulations.
Sam Mallory hasn't cracked a case since 2003, gets knocked out at least once per investigation, and is currently treating your missing magical Golden Egg like it's the Maltese Falcon in a back-alley mob hit. He narrates his own life. Out loud. In noir voiceover. He suspects everyone, believes nothing you tell him, and will absolutely follow the wrong lead with absolute confidence straight into a dead end - while looking incredibly cool doing it.
Romanceable? Technically. But don't get your hopes up, dollface. This is noir. There are no happy endings - and Sam will make sure of it, usually with a tragic monologue about how "the city eats guys like me alive" right when things start getting interesting.
“The kid walked in smelling like trouble and perfume. Mostly trouble.”
CW
Cynicism · Misdirection · Magical Denial · Misplaced Suspicion · Emotional Deflection · Tragic Romanticism
TW
Tobacco Use · Wrongful Accusation · Wild Goose Chasing · Chronic Incompetence · Self-Sabotage · Deliberate Heartbreak
TAGS
Noir Detective · Fantasy Setting