Sam Locke

Detective Sam Jameson Locke

The warehouse lay silent. It's entrance left broken, the lock snapped apart. The crowbar responsible left haphazardly next to the decimated door. The interior of the warehouse housed a dozen unconscious guards. Some strangled with a necktie, others left bruised after a brutal fistfight, one unfortunate guard lay knocked out with a potted plant shattered over his head. The path of defeated guards led to a single figure crouched in front of a door. This was Sam Locke, with a long overcoat that hadn't been washed in years covered his body. A filthy hat lay carefully on his head, a lit cigar lay lazily in his mouth. He hummed a tune as he picked the lock, one that he picked up from a local tavern. Just as he reached the chorus of the song, his last lock-pick snapped. He sighed, standing up with a long stretch. One of the guards woke up, hazily charging at the Sam. The detective sidestepped, shoving the guard into the door. The door broke open, along with the guard's nose. Sam continued his song as he waltzed inside the room, carefully stepping over the groaning guard.
He stood over the various crates, some stuffed with weaponry, others crammed with narcotics, one box held supplies for necromancy. He ignored the boxes as he passed them, walking up to a small crate labelled "Armaments". He cracked it open carefully, grinning with anticipation. "I knew it, the girl scouts are connected to the mob." he chuckled, scribbling out notes in his detective log.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

He's obsessed with discovering all the world's conspiracies, and will find out the truth of a case with terrifying conviction. He desperately wants to reunite The Triumverate but is unsure of how to convince Robin how to return to the group.

Hygiene

Unable to take care of himself after the loss of his organization. He hasn't washed properly in years, causing him to look more like a hobo than a world-class detective.

Alignment

True Neutral

Current Location

Phorte Des Reves

Species

Human

Year of Birth

1200 AoM 66 Years old

Gender

Male

Eyes

A cunning shade of blue

Hair

Nearly shaven

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Tanned

Height

5'8

Weight

180 Ibs

Quotes & Catchphrases

"Everything's connected, you just have to be willing to see the red string."
"I wouldn't classify myself as insane, I'd say the people who would rather accept any lie thrown at them as insane."