Benedict Cuthbertsson
30 something ish ...
American
HPD Officer.

Benedict is the master of deduction, a consulting detective, the only one in the world as he invented the job. He’s brilliant, a proper genius, and doesn’t he know it. Should you ever meet him, he will no doubt read your family history in your mobile phone and your occupation in the way you hold yourself. Be warned though, he is not a man who has time for social graces, so you may find him more than just a little insulting at times, but you mustn’t be offended if he calls you an idiot, he thinks practically everyone is!

Ask Benedict about astronomy however and you may just have him. With his mind like a computer hard drive, he only stores information that is really useful. Like what size suitcase makes a certain radius of splash pattern, or what bruises are formed after death on a body beaten by a riding crop. So what does it matter then, really, if the earth goes around the sun?

Without the work, Benedict's brain rots, so give him problems to solve as Benedict is bored easily and that’s never good for the walls. The more bizarre or impossible the problems the better they are, that’s why the CIA and even Scotland Yard go to him when they are out of their depth… which is always.

Although as a serving HPD Rookie he is limited to his skills as dictated by the rule book, but it is hoped in time he can climb the ranks to Detective and really let the fun begin. He is a self-proclaimed high functioning sociopath (do your research and don’t call him a psychopath), if you do have a problem to solve which is worth his time, open and shut domestics need not apply by the way.
Often nicknamed Sherlock for his uncanny resemblance to the fictional character.

(( my journal can be found in the city life section under the same title ))