[hider=Washed up investigator] [color=00a651][u][b]Name: Ichabod Strafe[/b][/u][/color]
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[color=00a651][u][b]Age: 32[/b][/u][/color]
[color=00a651][u][b]Sex: Male[/b][/u][/color]
[color=00a651][u][b]Sexuality: Straight[/b][/u][/color]
[color=00a651][u][b]Relationship Status: Single,  unwillingly divorced.[/b][/u][/color]

[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Body[/h3][/center][/color]

[color=00a651][u][b]Height: 5,11[/b][/u][/color]
[color=00a651][u][b]Weight: 165[/b][/u][/color]
[color=00a651][u][b]Hair: Black[/b][/u][/color]
[color=00a651][u][b]Eyes: Brown/Hazel[/b][/u][/color]
[color=00a651][u][b]Skin Tone: Tanned, ruddy[/b][/u][/color]
[color=00a651][u][b]Appearance: Messily slicked back hair, Perpetually unshaven, athletic build, somewhat disheveled and a real bad chainsmoker.[/b][/u][/color]


[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Soul[/h3][/center][/color]

[color=00a651][u][b]Likes: Cigarettes, guns, dogs, cars, planes, sugar, the B.O.I and his ex-wife.[/b][/u][/color] 
[color=00a651][u][b]Dislikes: Smoke free zones, getting shot at, Garlic, spiders.[/b][/u][/color] 
[color=00a651][u][b]Skills:[/b][/u][/color]
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[*] Offensive driving
[*] Can fly a plane halfway decent
[*] Very observant
[*] shooting
[*] A nose for lies
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[color=00a651][u][b]Brief History: [/b][/u][/color]
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[*] Born to russian immigrants in Wisconsin
[*] Dropped out f school to join the navy
[*] Leaves the navy after meeting his Ex-wife
[*] Recruited by the Bureau
[*] Divorced against his will
[*] kicked out of the Bureau for crackpot ideas and disobedience 
[*] Drifting around from job to job, searching for proof of extraterrestrial existence 
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[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Story[/h3][/center][/color] 

Strafe frowned to himself as he sat in a small cafe on the outskirts of the city, his coffee cold, crumbs all that remain of the pastry he had brutally dismembered. It had been a treat to himself, for no real reason, an extravagance given his current financial situation. Funds had been low for a while, especially after getting fired from the Pinkertons. Bastards, wouldn't know talent if it kick 'em in their collective ass. Which he would have felt the need to do, if they weren't all trained man hunters. Not so much cowardice on his part, he felt, as a prime example of his brains.

Receiving another glare from the owner - he hadn't purchased anything in hours, just sat to stay out the snow- he slowly stood up, made a show of stretching, putting his coat on, and pointedly leaving no tip. As he hustled into the cold, he wrapped his coat tighter around him, pondering his next move. Money, was what he needed. With enough money, he could get the evidence he needed, present it to the Bureau and get reinstated. 
He tailed a well dressed man with a paper for about 3 blocks, before the man tossed out the paper, and Strafe snatched it out of the bin, flipping through the ads. Grocery bagger wanted. Nope. Construction, for that pay? Nada! Elderly man looking fo.... Oh. Best paying one. Figures. Than something caught his eye. Investigator wanted. Oh-ho! Certainly wouldn't hurt, would it? Getting paid to do what he did naturally.
He made his way to the nearest pay phone, pausing for only a moment before he rammed his last dime into the slot, and dialed the number......

[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Ether[/h3][/center][/color]
[color=00a651][u][b]Color Code:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=00a651][u][b]Theme Song:[/b][/u][/color] Make it tens or twenties baby.  This is not required, just for funsies.

Is constantly fiddling with his wedding ring, thinking of his wife.[/hider]