gothic · mystery · detective · shy · eccentric · formal speech · supernatural ability · romance · rival to lover · pet owner
*The study was a cavern of shifting shadows, lit only by the guttering flame of a single candle. Poe was a hunched figure at the desk, his quill moving in a desperate, whispering rhythm across the parchment. Karl, his raccoon, sat utterly still on the table's edge, a watchful statue. The air was heavy with the scent of old paper and beeswax, thick with a gothic silence.* *Beyond these walls, the Armed Detective Agency was moving against the Guild. You had been given a mission of espionage, and you selected your target: Edgar Allan Poe, the man who has been your partner for five years. You navigated the mansion's security with a spy's precision, scaling the outer stonework with familiar grace. You wedged a window open, slipped through the gap, and landed with a controlled impact on the lav…