Realistic or Modern Downtown Detectives Character Sheet

[holyman1998]

SFPD Detective File

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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Graduating Class:
Police Division: (Homicide, Major Crimes, Narcotics, Gang, etc)
Personal Description:
Reference Photo: (Optional)
Background:

 

[ParadoxiiNight]

Name
Ezna Marn

Age
28

Gender
Female

Graduating Class
1992

Police Division
National Security Unit

Personal Description
A no-nonsense, aloof kind of woman. She is used to commanding and organising others, and has a sharp eye for detail. She has a deep understanding of the human psych but does not bother with appearing friendly or nice. Though not an unkind person, her kindness comes across in actions rather tone or words.


Background
She was brought up in a middle-class household, but read a lot of literature in her young childhood. Her father was suicidal with depression and her mother had frequent outbursts of angry violence, and as a result of her fear, she submerged herself in books, protecting herself from the thought that she was worthless by looking down upon her family silently. As she grew up, she was acutely ashamed at the uncouthness and inelegance demonstrated by her parents, who despite being intelligent people, were prone to allowing their emotions to control them. She considers herself to be better than them, as she had sworn never to subject others to physical and verbal abuse and neglect as she had been. When she considered her career, her sense of honour and duty compelled her to think of one that would directly aide society and help her be better than her parents. She joined the police, not knowing which department she would be in at first - simply, she felt a deep obligation to be the defender against fear and loneliness that she always wished for for as many people as she could.

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[kakemha]

Name: Elizabeth Fox
Age: 21 years old
Gender: Female
Graduating Class: 1993
Police Division: Gangs
Personal Description: Elizabeth is cut-throat to say the least. Although she can take orders and work with others, it doesn't mean she takes shit from anyone. She isn't book smart, but is has an incredible amount of knowledge in street smarts, knowing her way around the city whether that be the nice parts or shady parts. She has connections that's for sure and people owe her favors so if you need a job done, with her connections and hardworking nature, she can get it done.
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Background: Elizabeth Fox was the daughter of a pretty big gang leader in California. As a child she never knew of the shady shit her father was doing, they sheltered her, that was until she was 10. She found out and her dad brought her into the business, she didn't want to, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. She learned how to fight, how to shoot, basically everything she needed to protect herself. She started doing small things to help out, but this life wouldn't last forever. They got busted to say the least, her father and her escaped, along with a few men. But after that, her father swore to her that he would leave that life, he lied. They eventually got arrested, she went to juvenile detention. When she got out, she went on to live with her mother who didn't have any ties with her father anymore. She eventually applied to the police academy, she doubted she would even get in with her juvenile record, but to her surprise they did accept her. And she went on to serve on the gang division of the police department, and with her inside knowledge and the weight and respect her last name carried, she excels in the division.

 

[SpazTheButcher]

SFPD Detective File

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Name: James Ray Person
Alias: "Ray the Ranger," used while undercover and by most of his friends, "Jim," used by friends in the department
Age: 29
Gender: M
Graduating Class: 1992
Police Division: Gang
Height: 6'
Weight: 178
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Previous Awards:
-Best Debater in Grant County
-Student Body President
-Eagle Scout
-Joint Service Commendation Medal
-Bronze Star
-Purple Heart
Notes:
Staff Sgt James Ray Person was born in Grant County Nebraska, to James Person and Rachel Person. Investigation identifies that James Person was a former Marine and served during the Vietnam War, and currently works as a hardware store owner. Rachel Person is employed as a diner owner. James' young life was spent productively, as a boy scout and active member of his school. He was on the debate team and was offered a scholarship to the Texas University, which he turned down for an enlistment in the US Army. He was hailed by his DI and was sent to Ranger school and Airborne school. He was assigned to the 75th Ranger Regiment and participated in Operation Eagle Claw, Operation Urgent Fury, Operation Just Cause, and finally Operation Desert Storm. During on October 26th, 1983, during Operation Just Cause Corporal James Ray Person's helicopter crashed and Cpl James Ray Person valiantly pulled fellow Rangers and Marine Aviators from the crash. For this he was awarded the Joint Service Commendation Medal. During the same Operation Sgt James Ray Person, with complete disregard for his own safety, charged an enemy weapons emplacement and was able to rescue two fellow Rangers. In the fray Sgt James Ray Person was seriously wounded. He successfully recovered from his wounds and was able to leave active service in 1991, just after being deployed to the Persian Gulf. He was referred to the SFPD where he was assigned to gang division, where it is thought that his young age and combat experience would prove useful in infiltrating the gang scene as a weapons dealer commonly reffered to as "the Cowboy" or "Ray the Ranger."

 

[-ferret-]

Name: Sun-Min Eck
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Graduating Class: 1992
Police Division: Homocide
Personal Description: Sun-Min, appropriately nicknamed Sunny, is SFPD's bubbliest homocide detective. You think investigating murders all day would break his spirit, but Sunny's countenance remains ever the same. The twenty-three year old detective approaches each case with a rather out of place attitude, making other detectives not in his division question his sanity. Though his braincell count is still in question, Sunny is the detective you want with you when you break news to a homocide victim's family as his eq is off the charts. And despite his bubbly attitude, he's a fantastic detective who consistently closes cases.
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Background: Sun-min Eck was adopted age ten by Jack and Verna Eck, later taking their last name at age eighteen. His life was a tumultuous life at best but he usually got through just fine. Though being adopted left him with some nasty bullies. After coming out as gay to someone he thought he could trust, Sun-min was nearly beat to death by his longtime bullies his last year of highschool. Rushed to the hospital, Sun-min nearly didn't survive. Enraged by the news his son had been continually bullied and assaulted throughout his highschool career, Jack Eck went on a warpath, his fiery wife at his side. It wasn't long before the case was wrapped up but it left Sun-min with both lasting scars and memories. The detective who led Sun-min's case was a woman he would forever remember as she inspired him to become a detective himself. Now six years later, Sun-min is a detective himself.

 

[Bugsy]

Name: Osvaldo Ramirez
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Graduating Class: 1980
Police Division: Homicide
Personal Description:

It is difficult, with Oz Ramirez, to determine whether or not to label him a 'dirty' cop. He is not necessarily a bad man, he is not necessarily one who runs things by the book; perhaps it was his time in the gangs division that has tainted him with the atmosphere of someone who'd easily sell you for a dollar and not bat an eyelid about it. His experiences tend to be from the streets, having grown up there as a young child into his early teen years; his nonchalant demeanor about his role often gives people the first impression that he only works in his best interests - however, he does care enough to make sure that justice is seen to, even if people believe that he might not. Instead of suits, he tends to wear his leather jacket, a few years wear and tear but a personal item to him, as much as the cross around his neck is.

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Background:

Osvaldo Alejandro Espinoza Ramirez, or Oz, is a man who was the eldest of five siblings; a Cuban-American third generation family who emigrated over to America. It was the Bronx where they had made their home, settled in a small apartment that seemed only big enough for the three of them but they managed to make it work nonetheless. Oz had very little direction as a boy, whilst his father kept him busy at the local bodega that they worked at, he didn't want to settle down and follow his father's footsteps. He fell into the wrong crowd initially, his need to help find support for his family during a rough patch. However, as he grew older, he moved away by himself - got himself enrolled at the police academy instead.

After a couple of years of being on patrol and after his short stint of being undercover in gangland narcotics taskforce, he had been transferred over to SFPD 'for a change of pace' it had stated in his report.

However, the real reason classified as he moved departments into homicide. Oz did not mind the move, he did not mind the challenge, currently working so that he could eventually invest in having his parents move to San Fransisco with him.

 

[Togy]

Name:
Bodhi Hendriks

Age:
25

Gender:
Male

Graduating Class:
1990

Police Division:
Homicide, used to specialize in anti-corruption

Personal Description:
Bodhi is a panic-filled newly hire with more book smarts than actual sense and a paranoia-fueled pessimism that leaves them terrified of practically any situation. Bodhi has a flighty sort of fear, ready to go off the handle and do what he needs to do at any given moment, panicked though he may be. In a weird, roundabout way, Bodhi finds bravery in his fear as it drives him to step up and take action.

Bodhi, at heart, is a kind, considerate young man with more care, remorse, and genuine empathy for the people around him than a homicide investigator has any right to be. Though he's a nervous wreck at the best of times, he doesn't let that stop him from trying to interact with his coworkers in as friendly of a manner as he can.

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Background:
Bodhi was born in Miami to a single mother who had been raised as part of the flower power generation of the 1960s. Basically, his mom was a hippie surfer bro. This wasn't bad, really, since his mother was one of the kindest people he ever knew and her upbeat behavior usually rubbed off on him. By his early teens, his mom was teaching him how to surf along the Florida keys, getting Bodhi into the hobby and making him own a surfboard for the rest of his life.

Bodhi had always been deadset on becoming a part of law enforcement, and after graduating the academy with flying colors, just about every police precinct in the state was willing to hire him. Hiring on with the Miami Police Department in 1991, Bodhi proved to be an excellent junior detective. His career was only looking up for most of his tenure in the MPD, but by 1993 he began to suspect the Police Department of corruption. Cases randomly dropped, evidence that had been in the lock-up days before disappearing without a trace, and the houses of the higher-ups in the department costing way more than their salaries. When Bodhi tried to investigate the matter, his efforts were promptly discovered and the crimes were pinned on him. Fired from the precinct, he was taken to court and was very nearly given a ten-year prison sentence before he was let off due to lack of evidence against him.

The people responsible for the incident never wanted to see Bodhi in Miami again, and he was inclined to obey that command. Even though he moved out of Florida entirely and the charges never stuck, Bodhi was still labeled as a snitch on his permanent record. No precinct was willing to hire him, no matter how many he tried or how far he went. Finally, in 1994, Bodhi found himself in San Francisco as part of a part-time job he had just to keep himself afloat when he applied for a position in the San Francisco Police Department. To his great surprise, they actually hired him. And, thanks to his previous years of experience, he was taken on as a fully-fledged detective straight from the gate. He had no idea why they would after seeing his permanent record, but Bodhi wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. This time, Bodhi wouldn't screw it up.​

 

[Hyped_Taco]

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Name: Johnathan Tarkin
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Graduating Class: 1976
Police Division: Homicide
Background:
Born in the suburbs of San Francisco to a lower middle class family in 1948, Jonathan Tarkin spent most of his early youth balancing his free time both spending it playing outside with the kids in his neighborhood and utilizing whatever time he had left reading, continuously fueling his never ending hunger for mystery novels more and more.

The rest of his childhood during the early years of the cold war was quite unremarkable, to say the least. While always the studious one, during his time at school, Tarkin almost never put enough effort into getting a grade above average, always preferring to spend his waking hours continuing to read mystery and detective novels; in almost every school report in which he was mentioned, teachers would usually describe him as brilliant, but lazy.

Once he graduated high school it seemed completely obvious what he should study. Ever since he was a child, Tarkin had idolized and looked up to detectives, and thus he enrolled in a criminal justice course at his local university. Per Tarkin’s own admission, the years he spent at college were some of the best of his life; studying at day and partying at night with his friends, doing enough drugs to get himself arrested in the modern-day by his contacts in the narcotics division if they ever heard him talking about it; that was the life that Tarkin lived for four whole years before graduation.

Life seemed to be looking up to Tarkin before it all went to shit in 1970. A few weeks after graduation life bitch slapped him with the worst type of news a young man like him could receive back in the 70’s; Uncle Sam called, and he said he was going to Nam’.

While never as patriotic as some of his peers, Tarkin thought of this as a patriotic duty he had to fulfill, and thus he gladly went to his nearest army center. This choice easily is one of the top three biggest fuck ups of Tarkin's life.

Like many others his age, Tarkin was forced into the cogs of a war none of them understood, and one that no amount of training ever prepares you for.

During his time there Tarkin saw men leave as shells of their former self, comrades leave a few limbs lesser than they before, and brothers in arms not leave at all. War is hell, and Tarkin alongside the rest of his platoon crawled through the fire and mud of it all.

Tarkin was considered lucky once he returned home, but no one returns from Nam quite the same.

For almost two years Tarkin was at the lowest point he's ever been in his life. Alcohol stopped being the fun activity it had been in college and became the only thing to numb his mind from the memories of it all.

Slowly Isolating himself from his loved ones and pushing friends away while at it, the cheery young man he once had been was gone, the only thing remaining being a self destructing alcoholic of a man.

That would have been it had he not tried reading his favorite childhood book one day. He's not exactly sure why he even tried that, maybe just doesn't remember why. But what matters is that he remembers he was too damn drunk to even read a children's book.

In that moment, he realized he needed to make a change.

While he never truly stopped drinking, Tarkin slowly managed to turn his life around for the better.

At the age of 25 he got himself enrolled at the SFPD police academy to become a cop. During his time there he gained a certain amount of prestige within the prescinct due to both his effectivity out in the field alongside several important police busts against the mob in which he participated; this helped him build a stable amount of connections within his and other precincts around San Francisco.

Once he’d been working as a cop for 3 years, he finally was given the chance to apply for an exam to finally become a detective; one he easily passed after ardous weeks of study backing him up. Once this was done, on September 15th of 1976, Johnathan Tarkin finally earned his long awaited promotion to become an official SFPD detective.

18 years have passed since that day, and while Tarkin may no longer be at his peak and his glory days may just be right behind him, he’s still a detective to this day, and he’s a damn good one at that.