Hugeifer Coldcase

Hugeifer Coldcase is a dragonborn paladin private investigator/monster hunter who has been to hell and back.

Coldcase began his investigating career at the Blue Album Detective Agency at the age of 15 (the age of adulthood, by dragonborn reckoning). When he was first hired 23 years ago under his birthname Hugeifer Pendragon, the Blue Album Detective Agency was alone among security firms in hiring dragonborn, half-orcs, and tieflings. In that way, the agency was somewhat progressive. However, Blue Album Detectives and security guards were sometimes hired by wealthy industrialists to work as strikebreakers, a practice Hugeifer did not entirely approve of.

One such strike was the Farlands Electrum Miners’ Strike of [year XXXX] in which BADA agents were called in by wealthy industrialist Sand Stone Heck (known pejoratively as “that yellow bastard” for all the gold and electrum he draped himself in and because he was born outside the bonds of wedlock). The brutal, violent crackdown led to the deaths of three Blue Album agents and nine electrum miners. On that day, Hugeifer quietly resigned (and even quietly-er swore to take Heck down).

Shortly after, he earned his private investigator license under the nickname he earned for being such a tenacious and insightful investigator, “Coldcase,” and founded his own firm: Coldcase Private Investigations. In its entire 12-year existence, Coldcase Private Investigations has struggled to stay above water.

The thing that gets in the way of Hugeifer’s success the most? Himself. He has three vices: booze, broads, & bullets. (He eats bullets. Not for nourishment--no, he eats food for nourishment. He just enjoys the pop and crunch of a nice bullet. Though he carries a revolver, he's always out of bullets--but it doesn’t matter because the firing pin on his gun is broken, rendering it useless.)

Underneath the hard-drinking, tough guy private eye exterior, Coldcase is quietly contemplative and philosophical. He enjoys chess and poetry. He has a curious mind and a keen eye for detail. His touch is surprisingly gentle. Coldcase is divorced, of course. His wife was--well, there's simply no other way to put it--a dame to kill for. When she left, it was a hard goodbye. He holds criminals and cops in equal disdain. Coldcase Private Investigations has an office in the city and precisely one employee: a tiny, wizened drow secretary named Gladys Glannath who must be eight- or nine-hundred years old (though Hugeifer has never dared ask).

Hugeifer has two hopeless dreams. He dreams of the big fat kill: taking down Sand Stone Heck. And he dreams of reuniting with his ex-wife and having two kids he can spoil rotten, instilling in them his own hard-learned family values. He has a third, secret dream. He keeps a journal chronicling his hardboiled adventures which he hopes to someday turn into a book and movie. So far, he’s got a decent beginning, and he’s pretty sure he knows what the last chapter is going to be. He even has a working title: “To Heck and Back: From the Files of Hugeifer Coldcase.”