I'll get started on my CS as soon as I've got time to properly sit down for it. The general idea is an older (50s) Dutch ex-Commando that saw supernatural shit in Sarajevo during the Bosnian War, culminating in the discovery of a death cult embedded within the forces under Ratko Mladić that tried to turn the Srebrenica massacre into a sacrifice for an Elder God. That was enough fuckery to drive him to retire and become a cop in the lazy Dutch countryside instead, but that's where he discovered freaky freaky European folkore shit driving the XTC production and trade in Brabant. He retired again and became an alcoholic in bumfuck nowhere, Montana, USA, until he was forced to shoot a wendigo in his own front yard and finally realized that, apparently, it is his calling to face the supernatural.