Insert a photograph at the top of your character sheet. Try not to use any hand-drawn or anime style images. Use a real photo of an actor or actress that would play your character in a movie. Anime and Indiana Jones don't really mix. At all.
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Profession: Are you an archaeologist? An investigative journalist? A soldier? Try to fill a role on the team that is unique.
Strengths: What specific skills does your character bring to the table? I find that making these skills as specific as possible makes a character that much more memorable. Are you a speaker of five languages? A master of disguise? An expert vodka drinker? Again, try to have skills that set your character apart.
Weaknesses: The most important aspect of any character. What can your enemies exploit to get the best of you?

Personality: A few sentences describing your character's general demeanor and outlook on life.

Biography: A brief summary of your character's history. Be sure to include how they came to know Indiana Jones. Maybe you were a top student in one of his classes, a rival treasure hunter who turned into an ally, a small Asian boy who tried to pick his pocket and got caught. I'm sure you'll come up with something.

Name: John Addison
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Nationality: Canadian
Height: 6'2
Weight: 215 lbs.

Profession: Secret Agent
Strengths: Charm and charisma. Naturally persuasive, preferring to talk his way out of situations rather than fight. A master of linguistics, fluent in numerous languages. An aspiring novelist and an exceptional dresser.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence in his own abilities. Lack of trust resulting from a career in espionage.

Personality: An arrogant and suave exterior that masks a general feeling of loneliness. Has spent so much time putting up a facade and pretending to be someone else that he has generally lost track of his own personal identity.

Biography: John's father, Jack Addison, served in the First World War, fighting in the same regiment as a young Indiana Jones. Jack was a mentor of sorts to Indy during the war, and the two became friends. After he returned from the war, Jack and his wife moved to Canada where they settled down. On July 29th 1927, they had their first and only child, John.

John's early years were rocky to say the least, as his father suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder. When John was 7 years old, his father passed away. After Jack's death, John and his mother moved back to the United States to be closer to her family. John had always excelled in school, with a particular affinity for languages. By the time he was a teenager he was already fluent in English, French, Spanish and German. He ended up graduating high school early, and at the age of 17 he was recruited by the Office of Strategic Services. The man responsible for his recruitment was none other than Indiana Jones.

As an OSS agent, John embarked on a series of undercover missions during the end of World War II. He specialized as an agent provocateur, using his natural charm and charisma to turn enemies into allies. During his time with the OSS, Dr. Jones became a father figure to John, much like how Jack had been a father to Indy during the First World War. In 1945, John met and fell in love with a beautiful British agent named Madelyn. The two were engaged to be married before she ultimately fell ill. Less than a year later, she died.

With the end of World War II and the eventual onset of the Cold War, the OSS was dissolved, being replaced by the CIA. John continues his work with the CIA, and has developed a reputation as one of the agency's best operatives. He has also developed a reputation as a womanizer, although in truth he is simply struggling to move on and fill the void left by Madelyn's death. Lately, John has begun the rather arduous task of writing a book, inspired by his adventures as a secret agent. He has dedicated to book to Madelyn's memory and hopes that completing it will bring him some measure of closure. The few who know him well say that he will never finish it.

Name: Casey Greene
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 230 lbs

Profession: Mechanic, entrepreneur
Strengths: Casey is a gifted and largely self-taught driver and mechanic, instinctively able to operate, maintain, and repair almost any land vehicle with minimal resources. He is a moderately successful businessman and possesses some financial acumen. His training and experience as a soldier have given him some skill at marksmanship and hand-to-hand fighting- he makes up for his mediocre skill in the latter by being a large, powerful man who can put a lot of power into his punches.
Weaknesses: As a black man in the 1950s, Casey is at a marked disadvantage in certain places and social circles. He has less credibility and respect from the general public and is often targeted unfairly. As a result, he will often quietly nurse grudges for weeks or months at a time, bottling up his anger.

Personality: On the whole, Casey is a warm, pleasant man- not a charmer, but a genuinely friendly person, the type of man who sincerely wants to know how you are when he asks. Casey believes in the value of hard work and patience and tries to see things from the other fellow's point of view. However like anyone else he can be pushed too far. He never forgets an insult, and has a tendency to let his anger fester over time.

Biography: Casey Nathaniel Greene was born in 1926 in Tacoma, Washington. From an early age he displayed an aptitude for mechanics, often helping neighborhood tradesmen with their machine in exchange for a dollar or two. When the Second World War broke out, Greene finished high school, as per his parents' wishes, then volunteered on his 18th birthday in early 1944. Like many African-Americans at the time, he was placed in a supply unit, driving a truck bringing vital supplies to the front lines.

After the invasion of France, the eager General Patton advanced past the capability of traditional supply lines. Thus, the US Army established the Red Ball Express, a specialized convoy of predominantly black drivers and mechanics meant to drive the dangerous routes to the front lines on specially cleared roads, bringing badly needed ammunition, fuel, and supplies to soldiers who would have been helpless without them. Throughout the drive, they faced numerous perils- German sabotage, air raids, foul weather, minefields.

It was during one such mission that Casey Greene first met Henry Jones, Junior- better known to many as "Indiana". At first, though, Private Greene simply considered the older officer a nuisance- some bigwig taking up valuable space in his truck, supposedly catching a ride to some important and secret mission. However, when the convoy was ambushed by German infantry along the route, Casey soon changed his tune. Major (as he was at the time) Jones unhesitatingly helped Greene and the other truck drivers fight off the attack. In the course of the short but furious firefight, Casey saved Jones' life, shooting a German rifleman right as he drew on Jones. Not one to forget a debt, Jones offered the young man a post-war scholarship at the integrated Marshall College in Connecticut.

The offer was too good to pass up. Between the GI Bill and Jones' offer, Greene paid nothing at all for a first-rate education in the humanities, including several classes under Dr. Jones. He developed an interest in history and archaeology, volunteering to accompany the college's archaeology department on several digs and expedition. However, nothing replaced his interest in motors and cars. After graduating in 1949, Casey Greene opened a garage in the same town that Marshall College was located in. While his business is his prime concern, Greene still has a soft spot for archaeology- he often helps fund various expeditions and has joined several himself in a capacity as a driver and mechanic. While they're usually quite academic and safe, Casey has had one or two adventures alongside Dr. Jones- fleeing Argentina in the aftermath of the 1955 coup, recovering antiquities from the Corsican Mafia in Toulon, the usual sort of thing, really, if you're a friend of his.