Vera Burns, PI

milkmaiden38

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Hi,
I would love to explore the idea of a golden dragon living today. She can change her shape to human form. But she very much a dragon. In Dragon form she has the following abilities: Frightful Presence, Breath Weapons: Fire Breath or Weakening Breath, Change Shape.

Your character can be human or something else.
She is a Private Detective. Her assumed name is Vera Burns. She very picky about which cases she takes.

If you are interested please PM me.

Thanks
 
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Bump.

I guess I need to explain more. This story is about the dragon learning to love. Understanding humans better. Learning to think more about the group or "herd" vice just herself.

Your character can be human or another mythical race.

PM me if interested.
Thanks!
 
Vera Burns

I was told I will die of old age at some point. But that is 100’s of centuries from now. Unlike, mammals, my abilities only grow stronger with age. But life is more than living, more than your abilities. Life must have purpose and meaning. That is why I’m already dead. What is my purpose and what is the meaning of my exists?

I continue to live, in the hope that I will find purpose and meaning. So I wait. For a miracle. For newly discovered purpose or some revelation. The last 600 hundred and ninety-eight years or 254,770 mornings, I’ve opened my eyes and it has not happened.

This morning I opened my eyes and looked out on the shores of my private island. It was such a peaceful place, cozy. Unlike humans, I did not want people near me. I did not need people near me. In fact, the less people the better. One island over, there was a little town with cute shops and restaurants. But I almost never went there.

I stretched and got out of bed. That is when the phone rang. Perhaps I should not have done it. Perhaps I would not do it ever again. Had I known what was to come I would not have done it. Nevertheless, I did. I answered the phone.

“Vera Burns, Private Investigator” I said into the phone. It was that simple, that was the start of my big adventure.
 
My finger ran down the listings for private investigators wondering how I could distinguish between those that would go through the motions to just extract maximum monies from me and those that would actually attempt to help resolve the problem for me. I hesitated and did a few online searches to see if could find success stories or otherwise about some of the random names and puns that filtered beneath my pressed finger. The next one that caught my eye was ‘Vera Burns’ I think the only reason I noticed it was that, that was it, not even ‘Vera Burns Investigator’ it was just a name, no promises or commitments, no explanation or listings of expertise, just a name and a number. I tried various search engine trawls and couldn’t find anything else, not one mention of anything anywhere, instead of discouraging me it piqued my interest as I needed the discretion that such anonymity promised.

I’d set-up my first business at 16, a simple barrow on a market stall in East London, buying and selling and wheeling and dealing. It built over time and I’d be the first to admit that not all of it was strictly legal, but I did what I had to, to get ahead. Now, here I was 32 and CEO of a holdings company that incorporated such diversity as tech holdings mainly in the defence industry, various e-business’s, a property portfolio extending over 3 continents and even a private banking corporation and all whilst maintaining a 51% control of the entire estate.

But even with all that wealth and privilege, there was something I’d always yearned for. A family. I’d been bought up in various foster families, interspersed with large tracts of times spent in nameless, faceless, orphanages across the UK. Sure, I’d tried to build a family, for a very brief time even married until I quickly saw that she wanted the money and power I could provide rather than any genuine interest in me. That had left me even more down, and even more in need of a link, a connection, sure I had loads of people around me, even a couple that I considered friends. Yet deep down I needed more and had started to try and find out where I had come from. The problem was the trail had gone cold pretty quickly, I had a name and a nationality and that was it.

But that was why I was now in one of my houses in the US, a luxurious single story spread on the edge of the Cibola Forest just outside Albuquerque. But I needed help and help that wasn’t just happy to spend the seemingly endless resources I was prepared to throw at this search or to take advantage of my desire to discover where I came from.

So, I picked up the phone and dialed the number, listening as the tone rang out at the other end.
 
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