[hider=Coyote] [b]Name:[/b] "Coyote" [b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=The One With The Loaded Gun] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/643632480825376768/664377619470483457/image0.jpg[/img] [/hider] [b]Age:[/b] She lost track nearly 1,500 years ago but certainly more than that. [b]Bio:[/b] Back before mankind was doing anything as complicated as living in caves and struggling to make tools out of sharp rocks and sticks the woman who would come to be known as Coyote was already old. A Custodian and proud of it, and why wouldn't she be? Her kind was brought into existence as the embodiment of perfection, already at the height of their abilities unlike lesser creatures who had to dig themselves out of the primordial soup with their newly grown legs. But she didn't complain, kept her opinions on lesser beings to herself. But when the Custodians were cast down she felt utterly betrayed. She had stayed neutral in the conflict and the One still cast her out. Clearly he hadn’t wanted her so she’d wreak havoc on his favorite creations. And for a while she did, turning people against the One and hunting down descendants of the Poet. And she was damn good at it too, quickly learning that speed and aggression could trump magic when properly applied. But without any reliable way to contact other Custodians she was completely alone, nearly going insane from years spent in the wilderness. A hard blow to the skull from a dying Descendant put things in perspective for her: either keep doing as she was and get killed within 10,000 years or settle down into a quieter life. So after a few centuries she integrated herself into human life, moving around from place to place every few decades and explaining away her youthful appearance as a side effect of her magic. She even started a family. And another, and another. Because even though she was a Custodian, her spouses and children weren’t. So eventually they all died of disease or old age and she stayed the same, becoming more and more bitter each time. By roughly the tenth family she made a rule for herself: no more attachments to things that live less than her. And so she started to wander again, the head wound she had sustained caused her to lose chunks of her memories. At some point she realized that she had forgotten her own name, adopting Coyote as a moniker out of respect for their tenacity. And so she continued on, working as a mercenary and hunting all sorts of mundane and magical beasts and moving on in search of the next contract. For the time being she’s settled into the city of Illiad to pose as a student of Marduk and wait until something better comes along. [b]Mundane Skills:[/b] Thousands upon thousands of years of relying on no one but herself has made Coyote very self-sufficient. Her skill with firearms with firearms and vehicles of all kinds is superhuman, at levels obtainable only through eons of practice. She is a skilled alchemist and machinist, modifying her gear and crafting different types of ammo for different types of targets,and has a penchant for explosives. Of course like any good gunslinger she plays the guitar and harmonica, filling lonely nights on the range with haunting music. [b]Powers:[/b] [b]Enhanced Senses-[/b] When she focuses Coyote can hear a man's heartbeat a room away, count the thread on a man's shirt and smell blood from two miles away (assuming the conditions are right). Useful for tracking quarry and seeing through illusions but used sparingly to avoid sensory overload. [b]Super-Speed-[/b] Good luck getting the draw on her. Coyote can move at about the speed of sound when running and reach up to Mach 2 when all out sprinting. Certainly faster than her bike but also much more taxing to do. Using this ability for any extended period of time necessitates her to eat about half her weight to fuel the boost in metabolism. [b]Enhanced Durability-[/b] If she can't dodge the hit she can probably take it. To keep her from shattering all of her bones as soon as she sprints her body is naturally as durable as high tensile steel, immune to bullets and melee weapons. [b]Equipment :[/b] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f8/c8/e6/f8c8e6512b11585ad96b630705b338f8.jpg]Migrator-[/url] Because horses are impractical. Tough enough that it rarely breaks down and simple enough for her to fix when it does the Monster Scout is fast, maneuverable, and dependable. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6f/f7/6c/6ff76c3a7da535050b9a4e1783a9aae4.jpg]Wife and Mother-[/url] A pair of matched pistols that were a gift from someone very important to her who she can no longer really remember. Named such to remind herself to never be those things again. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/79/02/09/7902091cb3ca3e68ae60fd9d63de84f6.jpg]Apostasy-[/url] Named back when Coyote was using it to actively fight against the One's interests, this rifle is equally good at killing beasts and Descendants. Of course it hasn't been used for the latter in a very long time. [url=https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/A1OQOt%2B79tL._SY500_.jpg]Savagry-[/url] Named for what it does best. Also serves as a good can opener, woodcutter and mirror when properly polished. [i]Tinker's Tools and Reloading Bench-[/i] Usually kept in her home for when she needs to make repairs or brew up more ammo and explosives. [i]The Essentials-[/i] Harmonica, guitar, hip flask, cigars and a lighter. The only things worth living for. [b]Personality:[/b] Coyote can described as somewhat aloof at the best of times and outright aggressive and hateful at the worst. Simply by nature of being human people are beneath her approval and have to work hard to meet it. Respect is met with curt cordiality, disrespect is returned tenfold. It's not unheard of for her to challenge repeat offenders to duels, nearly always to the death. If you need something from her it would be in your interest to just spit it out and avoid beating around the bush, time wasters are not high on the list of people she appreciates. Despite this she's often late to events that she doesn't find important or interesting, a side effect of her tortuously long life. After who knows how many thousands of years time frames mean little to her. Custodian chauvinism used to play a part in her treatment of humans but now its more of a defense mechanism. After watching so many friends, spouses and children die of sickness and old age and fade from her memory she's made it a personal rule to never grow attached to anything that lives less than she does. And the best way to ensure that never happens is by making it so that no one ever wants to ask questions she can't or won't answer, like what her real name is or where she's from. All she needs in her life are her guns and a steady source of income from mercenary work to fuel her drinking and smoking needs. Her relationship with other Custodians is fraught with difficulties as well. She sympathizes with other “traitors” having been one herself and thinks of Repentants as little more than sniveling sycophants desperately trying to curry the favor of the One who abandoned them in favor of a lesser race. The One is the real traitor in her eyes and his servants are not held in high esteem, for now at least. Coyote feels immense pride in her achievements and abilities, decorating her apartment with trophies from various hunts and always eager to show off her skills. There's nothing she likes more than demonstrating just how fast, accurate and hard to hurt she is when there's money on the line. [b]Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra Club when it's founded):[/b] Marduk [b]Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?:[/b] No [b]Important Relations:[/b] -Kane, Micah and Rachel Helegast (Husband, Son, Daughter, all dead) - ??? Makre, Jason Makre (Husband and Son, both dead) -Kotori Flatcreek (Girlfriend, dead) -Eyo-Zeki (Adopted son, dead) -Marcus ???, ???, ??? (Husband and two children, dead) - Mihek (Concubine/Bodyguard, dead) -Vudir, Walthred, ??? (Husband, wife, husband or wife, all dead) -??? (Boyfriend, dead) [b]Theme:[/b] [hider=Theme] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYI09PMNazw[/youtube] [/hider] [/hider]