Well, I won't have as fancy a Character sheet, but I'll certainly give it my best shot.
Name: Isaac Bejerot
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Personality:
Through his long years of work as a PI, Isaac has shifted from an easy-going and generally upbeat person to the cynical and neurotic mess that he is now. Isaac generally avoids taking unnecessary risks wherever possible, as his streak of unlucky breaks have taught him that the worst can and will happen. He is known to make dry wisecracks to ease a situation that has turned dangerous. Although he is often thrust into undesirable circumstances he is usually smart enough to think on his feet and avoid a bad outcome through wit and wordplay. It may not seem like it on the surface but despite his bad experiences in life he hasn't allowed his trade to become crooked, valuing the truth more than fattening his wallet.
History:
Isaac didn't have a particularly remarkable childhood. He was an orphaned at birth my the death of his mother and his father was left in an unmarked grave in the soil of a warring foreign country, never to return home. Isaac was adopted not long after, and raised with the same love he would have received from his biological parents. Reading stories of fictional detectives leading lives of drama and mystery during his younger days guided him towards the life of a private investigator. With a mind fresh from school and a drive in his gut, he dived head first into the world of detective work. What awaited him was an Odyssey of his own. Strange cases of disappearances, occult dealings, extraterrestrial activity?! It seemed like every paranoid nut with money would hire him to investigate the strangest cases. Oddly, many of them weren't even disproved during his search. He would just run into dead ends and be left with questions he didn't want answers to. What he wouldn't give for a simple murder, a kidnapping! It drove the poor detective mad, but he couldn't give up the trade. He was in to deep, and the bills had to get paid somehow...
He was in Europe around the time he received the letter. It offered money for yet another odd case, and as much as he wished to throw the letter away and forget about it, the financial pinch he was in demanded he check it out. With a heavy heart and the knowledge that he was probably shaving a few more years off his life, he boarded the next train to Germany.
