B]Name[/B]: Lady Lucasta Harriet Wimsey-Smythe
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Age: 69
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Parents: Lord Peter Death Bredon Wimsey, and Harriet Vane
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Bio: Born May the fifth, nineteen hundred and forty-two, my father always said as the English were invading Madagascar, I was invading Tallboys. The fourth of five children, and the only daughter, I was, I admit, horridly spoiled by my father. My mother, on the other hand, was the sensible one who kept me bound to terra firma. As a pair, they imbued me with both a grounded base in the here-and-now and a capacity for capriciousness and laughter.
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Mother went to her eternal reward in nineteen eighty three, and my father died four days after his centennial, August 2, nineteen ninety. My eldest brother Bredon died in New Zealand in the seventies, a boating accident, and Roger had a heart attack in two thousand and four, but Paul is still doing well. He followed our maternal father's path into medicine and has a successful surgery in North Kent. The baby, Mervyn, left for San Francisco, California in the sixties and after a time where we all feared he'd sink into decadence forever, he came out the other side, quite literally as it was in New York he settled, as a solicitor and eventually, a judge.
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As for myself, I suffered from what my mother referred to as 'the family curse'. I did well in school but found little in the way of interest amongst the offerings I was allowed. I have ever balked at the bindings of propriety, I, like Mother and Father, have always been prone to the allure of mystery. Finding out why and where and who. Father said that a crime-minded person, that is a person who thinks of crimes without the desire to commit them, was much like the mind of a farmer. We think only of our plots and we love to dig. I might have followed Uncle Charles and Peterkin into the Yard, but when I was young, a pair of lady officers were attacked and father would never allow talk of such a path for myself.
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I took over, instead, my father's little side business which he began between the wars. When he opened the agency, it was, outwardly at least, a secretarial pool, where women who, due to being widowed, or simply unsuited to marriage, could find work. Of course, it was also a wonderful aid to him as 'his superfluous women' often acted as unlicensed investigators in father's cases. Renaming it
Talon, after both my childhood homes (
Tallboys and Lond
on), we handle investigations of everything from spousal infidelity to industrial espionage.[/QUOTE]