Altira

Unarmed combat; proficiency in rifles, assault rifles and pistols; tracking people down; perception of smaller details to make out a bigger picture; knowledge of ballistics; filter out necessary information from people and documents; knowledge of how talk around the laws without breaking them

Aversion to bitter coffee, smell of damp trenches, the explosions from artillery shells and machine gun fire

tends to flip a coin she constantly keeps with herself when thinking deeply.

A private eye

Drunkards, hippies, rich people, chaos, days without work, having no case to work on, sunny weather, cold, arrogance

Order, discipline, whiskey or bourbon and cigars, getting the job done, her hobby, observing people, rainy weather

She like to collect pre-war stamps and postcards. Keeps several already filled albums, rarely showing them to anyone else except fo a handful of people.

A former WWII veteran, got into the force afterwards, reaching a detective rank. Retired after sustaining heavy injury to her right leg, which makes her limp albeit not too much. She is a bit rusty when it comes to handling weapons, but still remembers how to wield a rifle, an assault rifle and a pistol. Keeps a short holstered revolver under her right armpit. The year is 1965, Chicago. She deals with common things any PD does: cheating wives or husbands, searching for lost kids, tracking down long lost relatives... despie her office looking old and rundown even by the current standards, she a has a reputation of a woman that can get her work done as long as she gets paid. Always finishes what she starts.

A brown war trench coat, beige vest, black shirt and black formal pants with black boots with flat heels

A female voluptuous fit woman of thirty nine years old with short dark blue hair with two front braided bangs

hard-boiled, rational, nihilistic, indifferent, straightforward, bold, black humour