[hider=Old Coyote] [b]Name:[/b] "Coyote" [b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=The Stranger] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/643632480825376768/694424855524802560/image0.jpg[/img] [/hider] [b]Age:[/b] She lost track of the exact number long before living memory but rounds to 1.5 or 2 million years. [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. She had a family, a home friends, was a Custodian and proud of it, 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. And when some of her brethren rose up in open rebellion she stayed out of it, staying home to care for her daughter while her husband fought against the traitors. Her husband and daughter were killed within days of each other and she was left alone, mourning her loss and their sacrifice. When the rebellion ended she was cut off, exiled with the rest of her race despite her having been neutral. The One didn't see fit to distinguish between the loyalists and rebels and threw out the whole batch. The woman known as Coyote was completely blindsided by this turn of events, barely haven gotten any time to mourn the loss of family before being told she was guilty by association. She and the rest of her kind had been rejected in favor of their creator's new plaything: humanity. Driven to the brink of madness by rage and grief she decided to lash out at them, joining the Collective and hunting Descendants. And she was damn good at it. After a few years of practice she could move into an area under an assumed name and get to work, rooting out Descendants and their Repentant allies and hunting them down with ruthless efficiency before moving onto the next region. Each time she upped sticks she reinvented herself, adopting a new name and aesthetic and changing her fighting style. At one point she was an armored knight on horseback, another a wandering fortune teller and thief. Each time she renewed herself she'd pick up new tricks and gadgets to use next time. Some of the trophies she scavenged were usable with only a little refurbishment and others needed a complete disassembly and repair. Tinkering and creating mechanical devices were skills she gained through countless hours of practice. At some point a Descendant managed to catch her off guard with their magic, a nasty head wound permanently damaging her memory. Random gaps just disappeared with no explanation and she could never be sure which of her experiences would simply fade away without warning. This was around the time (roughly anyway, within three hundred years or so) that she began to settle down. Hundreds of bodies and thousands of years later the wayward Custodian's rage finally began to wear off, finding a new place to finally settle down and raise a family And another. And another. And more and more, each dead spouse and child that moved away burning another hole in her already injured heart. For millennia she had considered humans to be beneath her and now that she was growing allowing herself to grow attached to them she was finding that old wounds were reopening. And so she started to wander again. She was Margaret the seamstress for a time, then Nokasis the archer, Alexander the swordsman for a bit. At some point it occurred to her that she couldn't remember her true name, lost to time with those of friends, loved ones and mortal enemies. She continued on, working as a mercenary, bandit, bodyguard and hunting all sorts of mundane and magical beasts before moving on in search of the next contract. Her stint as a resistance fighter in Hermannreich began entirely by accident. She had established herself as an armed robber and gun-for-hire under the name Liberty and accepted a job to cause a distraction to draw police attention. The same group later had her track down an informant and then deliver a weapons shipment to a safe house. After ten years she had inadvertently become a core member of a group of radicals and revolutionaries, leading raids because she had nothing better to do. Liberty had never been one for politics but the irony of her now fighting against a Descendant-genocidal regime was not lost on her. It was the closest she had to a purpose in lifetimes. And just like everything else it came to a violent end. The troops of the Reich eventually closed in on them, killing most and capturing a few for show trials. The Custodian fought her way out and split from her remaining allies to make her own way in the world. Another few decades passed and she was now Coyote, a gunslinger and mechanic from Hermannreich seeking refuge in Iliad. With no real plan for the future she enrolled in Marduk and set up shop, repairing everything from computers to watches to stoves. [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 melee combat, 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. Her careers of planning and foiling assassinations and robberies give her a good sense of small-scale tactics, her specialty being ambushes and smash-and-grab type operations. Of course like any good gunslinger she plays the guitar and harmonica, filling lonely nights on the range with haunting music. [b]Powers:[/b] [i]Super-Strength-[/i] Guns have the advantage of range and specialized ammo sure but sometimes there's just no substitute for brute strength. Coyote can pick up cars and throw them at people or smash her way through walls, capable of driving railroad stakes into concrete with her hands. Useful in a brawl or just when something needs to be moved. [i]Super-Speed-[/i] Good luck getting the draw on her. Coyote can move at about the speed of sound when running and hit Mach 2 if she were to all out sprint. Incredibly fast but also incredibly exhausting. Moving that fast for any longer than a few hours necessitates her to eat about half her weight to fuel the boost in metabolism so she tends to cruise at four hundred or five hundred miles an hour (when she's not forced to crawl along out of discretion.) [i]Enhanced Endurance-[/i] If she can't dodge the hit she can probably take it. Her body's incredible resilience allows her to warm her hands in open flames and evaluate the strength of her poisons by taste. Mundane weapons shatter against her body and some spells just bounce off entirely. [b]Equipment :[/b] [url=https://img2.cgtrader.com/items/1986223/1e9e68180b/scifi-gloves-ver13-3d-model-low-poly-obj-mtl-fbx.jpg]Krait-[/url] One of the first things she made after being so rudely ejected from the One's favor. The glove houses a container for storing all manner of liquids and a nozzle designed to eject it as an aerosol up to 15 feet. Typically loaded with various irritating agents or toxins. [url=https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56d87d6ba3360c389b983118/1473179092226-QGWFCW44LHSG9AJFLZ4Q/ke17ZwdGBToddI8pDm48kCnsbf217O08VgDNQehRfGUUqsxRUqqbr1mOJYKfIPR7LoDQ9mXPOjoJoqy81S2I8N_N4V1vUb5AoIIIbLZhVYxCRW4BPu10St3TBAUQYVKc71iJnwBDrNgRb7x1KNVQf73XHNxYeAfhTMAb0RtpEQ22MhMa019yRtxuNCiRiUUS/ES_Revolver_Cubebrush_Thumb.jpg?format=750w]Wife and Mother-[/url] A pair of matched revolvers that were a gift from someone she can no longer really remember. Prime examples of Custodian engineering (she assumes) they generate the energy required to fire and are "reloaded" by letting the excess heat drain. It has three firing modes: a standard blast, a highly focused beam designed to punch through things and people and a shorter range scatter-shot. [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 Custodians and Descendants. Of course it hasn't been used for the latter in a very long time. A much less advanced weapon than her pistols it still sees a good deal of use. It's range, various ammo types, suppressor full auto capability makes it a very versatile weapon. [url=https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/A1OQOt%2B79tL._SY500_.jpg]Savagry-[/url]A trophy taken from a particularly tough opponent and then named for what it does best. Sharp enough to a cut hair draped over, durable enough to not shatter under the strains of her usage. Also serves as a good can opener, woodcutter and mirror when properly polished. [url=http://www.simpleimageresizer.com/_uploads/photos/09c13dfc/coyrecord_1_500x500.jpg]Memory Bank:[/url] Once she started losing chunks of her memories Coyote looked for a way to preserve moments she considered important. The Memory Bank can save centuries upon centuries worth of notes, images, videos and audio recordings and display them on its face or as a holographic projection. Also shows the time. [i]Tools-[/i] Kept in her home for when she needs to make repairs and tinker on some new project or recipe. [i]The Essentials-[/i] Harmonica, guitar, hip flask, cigars and a lighter. The only things worth living for. [b]Personality:[/b] [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] -Duke, Diakonissa (Husband, Daughter, both dead) -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] -