A Name Whispered in Darkness: Became a master thief and delved into the criminal underworld deep enough to realise two conspiracies of theatre performers have been waging a secret war around me the entire time
A Name Scrawled in Blood: Became an exterminator skilled enough to take on an entire spider-council, which impressed a secret club of undead maniacs who duel to the death for sport, one of whom recruited me to capture really exotic beasts to sell to the zoo
A Name in Seven Secret Alphabets: Worked private investigations til Sherlock Holmes was convinced to let me help handle his case load, pursued a lead onto an archaeological expedition studying an ancient magical language, became enough of an expert in it that the University offered me my own research department and then kicked me out again for being too good a detective
A Name Signed with a Flourish: Flirted, painted, and conned my way into the Empress' Court, where I was too flagrantly bisexual and (therefore?) got blackmailed into writing and directing an entire opera as a personal insult to the Crown... and upon being flung out my blackmailer arranged a colony governorship for me to be flung into? I'm just not really sure how I got here. At some point in this chain of events did I look like a qualified administrator? Or does London not actually like its colonies very much?
And apparently I don't even have to take it????????
