His most recent case was investigating the death of Connor McCabbage, a mill worker who appeared to have died under mysterious circumstances. Sylvester refuses, unwilling to let go of his first true love, but Daisy does not show up to the wedding the next day. After this revelation, Daisy advises Sylvester to "give up on her" as she states she'll refuse to change. In exchange, Daisy had used her proximity to Sylvester to funnel information regarding his cases to Boyd and others as well as protect their interests by throwing off Sylvester's investigations. On the day before the wedding, Sylvester discovered that Daisy had been acquiring money from Buckster $ Boyd. Sometime during or after this case, Sylvester injured his leg, and he now requires a walking stick. One such case in 1893 lead him to a locomotive, where he met Daisy D'umpstaire, and sparks flew. He used to receive dozens of letters a day asking for his help, but declines most of them for being too boring, as he's able to solve many of them just by opening the envelope. The newspaper clippings of his various exploits are plastered on the walls of his apartment. He's since made a name for himself a detective and had a long, successful career. When Lord Ignatius faked his death in order for his son, Fletcher Cottonbottom, to capitalize on the sizable insurance payout, Sylvester proved he had not in fact risen from the dead at the hands of the occult, but had feigned death using tinctures from America and science. Sylvester began his career as the personal physician to Lord Ignatius Cottonbottom. He smokes a pipe of only the finest Carolina tobacco and walks with a cane due to an accident. He always dresses to the nines, never without a waistcoat, and always in bright colors.
He loves the spotlight and knows how to get it. Sylvester is a bit of a fop, and concerns himself with his appearance often. I enjoy being seen and I enjoy seeing others." I always dress to the nines, never without a waistcoat, always with a brightly colored dress.
Oh, and what do I look like? Describe my character? Sure, yes.
Now all these many years later, I have, I daresay, seen better days. Fletcher Cottonbottom, his son, was in line to be the recipient of a great sum of insurance payment, if only that plan hadn't been interrupted by yours truly. All England thought that he had died and risen from the dead at the hands of the occult, but no, it was tinctures from America that made him appear dead to all but the keenest of eyes. Ignatius Cottonbottom faked his own death by using science. Sylvester began his career as the personal physician to Lord Ignatius Cottonbottom, who was the head of the British Museum. His arch nemesis, one Fletcher Cottonbottom, is the son of Sylvester's former employer, Lord Ignatius Cottonbottom, now late. Sylvester walks with a walking stick because of an accident. Sylvester is in his mid 50s, very handsome, but perhaps just past his prime.