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Player Info
Player Name: hanshi
Player LJ: hanshi
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: han kyungju
Player Email: kyungjhan [at] gmail [dot] com
Are you 18 years of age or older? Yes
Character Info
Character Name: Coyote Smith
Character’s Age: 28
Fandom: Killer 7
Timeline: After "Encounter"
Appearance:
Coyote Smith was designed with a "Yankee" image in mind, which are Japanese high-school delinquents. He's tall, standing maybe at 5'11 or 6', and very lanky, but he's also very athletic with a muscular build. All that jumping works out his legs, you know. His black hair is styled into a pompadour, usually done very carelessly so little pieces of hair stick out in various places (not that he cares), and his sideburns have grown long down the side of his face, connecting fully with the pointed beard covering his chin. He's of Puerto Rican descent with a tan complexion and dark brown eyes. He may or may not have a tattoo on his left arm of two X's. He carries with him a modified Enfield Revolver, which most of the modifications made on it are banned by international law. It's a powerful weapon, if a bit slow due to its recoil.
His clothes are casual and kind of... ugly. The shirts are ugly, anyway. He wears a white wifebeater, and over that, an obnoxiously loud shirt with clashing colors and bizarre patterns which he usually keeps unbuttoned. His pants are dark denim straight-leg jeans, held up by a plain leather belt, and worn over a pair of black boots. To be frank, he doesn't look like an assassin and more like your average street punk.
Parade of Ugly Shirts!
History:
You're fucked.
[It's a pathetic excuse of a history, so excuse me while I pull some head!canon out of my ass!]
Coyote grew up an only child in a bad neighborhood and got into gangs and gang violence at a young age. He taught himself to pick locks and eventually became very skilled at it. The best in town. Literally, he could pick any lock that you could find in a hardware store, and if it got more complicated than that, he'd learn and then pick the shit out of that, too. There are some he couldn't, of course, but nobody in the area really had things like that. He commited various petty crimes such as stealing as a kid, but as he grew older, it steadily escalated to more serious crimes like: assault, illegal drug use/sales, robbery, and eventually murder. By the age of 28, he had a very impressive rap sheet.
He had been gaining a lot of attention because of all his crimes and word of his skill caught wind. He probably became involved in some heavy shit. Though that probably wasn't the reason he died. He probably died because of a stupid reason, like getting caught in the cross-fire, or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. For instance, Dan just happened to be at the crime scene and just happened to put a bullet (or five) into Coyote's body.
Coyote was eventually resurrected for some reason by Harman, much to the surprise of some of the other members (Iwazaru seemed to be particularly displeased). The only one in the Smith syndicate that seemed to enjoy Coyote's company was Con, the young blind Chinese-American boy, who he considered as a younger brother. Coyote's rivalry with Dan seemed to fuel Con's already-present hate for Dan. Coyote approved.
Everything else is mentioned in the wiki.
Personality:
Coyote is described by most as an angry and violent person. He's quick to take offense, and would probably punch a guy (or shoot him) than talk things out or even get into a screaming match. He's vengeful, holds a fiery grudge against Dan, a bit rude, and lazy/sloppy. However, this isn't to say that he's not capable of kindness and compassion, either.
It appears that he has extreme anger issues, and feels that if he can't express himself violently, the anger will never go away. So, he resorts to killing or fighting, which suited him fine within the Smith Syndicate. It's possibly that he was raised in a bad neighborhood and that only harbored his anger, going through tough times and being involved with gangs. There's nothing specific that would ping his rage-radar, but try to use your best judgement when speaking with him. He'll probably find a way to get angry. Mentioning Dan or how Dan killed him is a good way to piss him off, too.
When Coyote was a normal human, Dan had killed him. So, he harbors ill-intentions towards the man and sees him as a nemesis of sorts. After he was resurrected, one can only assume that he got into plenty of fights with Dan, but after being shot once again and absorbed, these feelings of anger (towards Dan and anything) were mostly spent on Heaven Smiles since he could never face Dan directly anymore. He could admit that his second death was pretty pathetic, so it's a sore subject for him. Being caught in your underwear, then snuck up on from behind so easily is not a fun way to go.
He's not particularly intelligent, but he does have a knack for picking locks and modifying guns. He enjoys picking the heavy padlocks in particular. He's also very picky about his guns, wanting them to match his tastes, so he mods them like crazy so that they pack a good punch and look pretty doing it. Good with his hands, he's probably one of those type of guys that like to spend hours on their car, fixing it up and showing it off. He's not prideful, but there are things he takes great interest in, and clings to them.
When he's not being angry or violent, he has a surprisingly normal side to him. He's never been very meticulous about his appearance and pretty much throws on whatever mismatched clothes he's got in his closet (or walk around naked in the privacy of his own room) and styles his hair much more quickly than he should for a pompadour, which causes little strands to stick out here and there. So it's safe to say that he's lazy and a bit of a slob, like any normal guy. There's also a soft side to him for people he really cares about, but it's rare and only shows it in subtle ways. To people he's just met, if they remain friendly towards him and don't bring up any sore subjects, he'll react to them like any normal person would without screaming or striking them. Unless you caught him at a bad time, then it's probably best to just back away from the Puerto Rican.
Powers/Abilities:
Coyote has a high-jumping ability (as in, he can land on the roof of a house in one leap) and can pick almost any lock. He also has a charged up shot described as a "custom magnum shell" that requires one vial of blood. It's much like Dan's Collateral Shot, but weaker. And like the rest of the Killer7, he can heal and power up through absorbing blood.
Also he can shoot his gun standing on his head (just kidding. Inside joke, sorry. We were just making fun of the way he holds his gun sideways like a GANGSTA).
Limitations:
Blood absorbtion can heal only smallish wounds and cuts. He can still jump really freaking high and pick locks.
Writing Samples
Log/Third Person Sample:
Intercity, Texas was a barren and desolate place. There were hardly any people. Just Heaven Smiles wearing yellow t-shirts, and some of the usual malicious types that were actually out to get you. Then there were the suburbs. The damn suburbs.
Coyote stood right outside the gate, his gun in hand and his tongue in cheek. "Ai, what's the point of a squeaky clean neighborhood like this without any actual people??" He sounded legitimately annoyed about this, even if it really wasn't any of his concern. He was just in a complaining mood.
He didn't mind picking locks. That, he enjoyed, and there had been a couple on his way here, but jumping into homes got annoying and tiring after a while. Especially after all the running, sneaking around, and getting blown up... it can really take a lot out of a guy. Maybe if there was something interesting inside, it'd be worth all the trouble.
The first house loomed over him, but he crouched and suddenly shot up into the air, landing on the second story roof with what seemed like great ease. He took a moment to check his gun before climbing in through the window. He clucked his tongue, pulling his leg over the sill with a strained grunt.
"An open window? This just makes my job way too fuckin' easy."
The moment he said that, he heard the evil chuckle of a Heaven Smile and he immediately aimed his gun - sideways - at his target. They were a couple of Heaven Smiles wearing yellow t-shirts. Man, these guys were just plain boring and stupid. But he didn't stop to complain for long and planted a bullet into each of their chests which also disappointed him. These versions of the Heaven Smile were way too easy to kill. At least he was rewarded with a few coins, which was nice, but as for finding anything interesting in the room? There was nothing. Nada. Zilch.
"What a waste of time." He grumbled angrily, then went back out the window to try the other houses. Only once he was outside did he realize how stupid and time-consuming this was all going to be. The neighborhood stretched on, lined with identical-looking homes, the only thing setting them apart being their house numbers and the amount of flowers being grown in their front lawn. Well, complaining wasn't going to get him anywhere, so he hopped off the roof and proceeded to the next house. There were plenty of houses, so that meant there was a chance that some of them would have something interesting or important in them, right?
Wrong! After six houses and counting, Coyote realized this was probably the most tedious thing he's ever done since joining the Smith Syndicate. As he glared down the isle of sickly-yellow painted homes, he voiced his opinion on the matter very eloquently.
"Fuck these suburbs with their cookie-cutter homes, fuck the tiny windows, fuck the master bedrooms with identical fucking layouts, and fuck those damn t-shirt wearin', heat-packin' aliens! FUCK." He fired a few rounds into a nearby house's windows, and the glass shattered noisily. Somewhat satisfied with the destruction, he turned on his heels to continue down the line when suddenly--
"NYAAHAHAHAHA!" A loud explosion, and a sickening thud followed.
Journal Entry/First Person Sample:
I've been here for what, a few days now, and nothing's happening. I'm used to showing up in weird towns, but this really tops them all. It's weird without the help of any of those laughing bastardos, too. Can't believe it. Why am I still fuckin' standing around here by myself, anyway? I mean, I'm not bein' swapped out or anything. That isn't normal. Not for us, anyway.
...what the fuck ever, man. This is good, so I don't know why I'm complainin'. I don't know what the hell is going on with Garcian or senor silla de ruedas, but if this is how things are going to be for who knows how long, I'm going to fuckin' enjoy it.
Player Name: hanshi
Player LJ: hanshi
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: han kyungju
Player Email: kyungjhan [at] gmail [dot] com
Are you 18 years of age or older? Yes
Character Info
Character Name: Coyote Smith
Character’s Age: 28
Fandom: Killer 7
Timeline: After "Encounter"
Appearance:
Coyote Smith was designed with a "Yankee" image in mind, which are Japanese high-school delinquents. He's tall, standing maybe at 5'11 or 6', and very lanky, but he's also very athletic with a muscular build. All that jumping works out his legs, you know. His black hair is styled into a pompadour, usually done very carelessly so little pieces of hair stick out in various places (not that he cares), and his sideburns have grown long down the side of his face, connecting fully with the pointed beard covering his chin. He's of Puerto Rican descent with a tan complexion and dark brown eyes. He may or may not have a tattoo on his left arm of two X's. He carries with him a modified Enfield Revolver, which most of the modifications made on it are banned by international law. It's a powerful weapon, if a bit slow due to its recoil.
His clothes are casual and kind of... ugly. The shirts are ugly, anyway. He wears a white wifebeater, and over that, an obnoxiously loud shirt with clashing colors and bizarre patterns which he usually keeps unbuttoned. His pants are dark denim straight-leg jeans, held up by a plain leather belt, and worn over a pair of black boots. To be frank, he doesn't look like an assassin and more like your average street punk.
Parade of Ugly Shirts!
History:
You're fucked.
[It's a pathetic excuse of a history, so excuse me while I pull some head!canon out of my ass!]
Coyote grew up an only child in a bad neighborhood and got into gangs and gang violence at a young age. He taught himself to pick locks and eventually became very skilled at it. The best in town. Literally, he could pick any lock that you could find in a hardware store, and if it got more complicated than that, he'd learn and then pick the shit out of that, too. There are some he couldn't, of course, but nobody in the area really had things like that. He commited various petty crimes such as stealing as a kid, but as he grew older, it steadily escalated to more serious crimes like: assault, illegal drug use/sales, robbery, and eventually murder. By the age of 28, he had a very impressive rap sheet.
He had been gaining a lot of attention because of all his crimes and word of his skill caught wind. He probably became involved in some heavy shit. Though that probably wasn't the reason he died. He probably died because of a stupid reason, like getting caught in the cross-fire, or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. For instance, Dan just happened to be at the crime scene and just happened to put a bullet (or five) into Coyote's body.
Coyote was eventually resurrected for some reason by Harman, much to the surprise of some of the other members (Iwazaru seemed to be particularly displeased). The only one in the Smith syndicate that seemed to enjoy Coyote's company was Con, the young blind Chinese-American boy, who he considered as a younger brother. Coyote's rivalry with Dan seemed to fuel Con's already-present hate for Dan. Coyote approved.
Everything else is mentioned in the wiki.
Personality:
Coyote is described by most as an angry and violent person. He's quick to take offense, and would probably punch a guy (or shoot him) than talk things out or even get into a screaming match. He's vengeful, holds a fiery grudge against Dan, a bit rude, and lazy/sloppy. However, this isn't to say that he's not capable of kindness and compassion, either.
It appears that he has extreme anger issues, and feels that if he can't express himself violently, the anger will never go away. So, he resorts to killing or fighting, which suited him fine within the Smith Syndicate. It's possibly that he was raised in a bad neighborhood and that only harbored his anger, going through tough times and being involved with gangs. There's nothing specific that would ping his rage-radar, but try to use your best judgement when speaking with him. He'll probably find a way to get angry. Mentioning Dan or how Dan killed him is a good way to piss him off, too.
When Coyote was a normal human, Dan had killed him. So, he harbors ill-intentions towards the man and sees him as a nemesis of sorts. After he was resurrected, one can only assume that he got into plenty of fights with Dan, but after being shot once again and absorbed, these feelings of anger (towards Dan and anything) were mostly spent on Heaven Smiles since he could never face Dan directly anymore. He could admit that his second death was pretty pathetic, so it's a sore subject for him. Being caught in your underwear, then snuck up on from behind so easily is not a fun way to go.
He's not particularly intelligent, but he does have a knack for picking locks and modifying guns. He enjoys picking the heavy padlocks in particular. He's also very picky about his guns, wanting them to match his tastes, so he mods them like crazy so that they pack a good punch and look pretty doing it. Good with his hands, he's probably one of those type of guys that like to spend hours on their car, fixing it up and showing it off. He's not prideful, but there are things he takes great interest in, and clings to them.
When he's not being angry or violent, he has a surprisingly normal side to him. He's never been very meticulous about his appearance and pretty much throws on whatever mismatched clothes he's got in his closet (or walk around naked in the privacy of his own room) and styles his hair much more quickly than he should for a pompadour, which causes little strands to stick out here and there. So it's safe to say that he's lazy and a bit of a slob, like any normal guy. There's also a soft side to him for people he really cares about, but it's rare and only shows it in subtle ways. To people he's just met, if they remain friendly towards him and don't bring up any sore subjects, he'll react to them like any normal person would without screaming or striking them. Unless you caught him at a bad time, then it's probably best to just back away from the Puerto Rican.
Powers/Abilities:
Coyote has a high-jumping ability (as in, he can land on the roof of a house in one leap) and can pick almost any lock. He also has a charged up shot described as a "custom magnum shell" that requires one vial of blood. It's much like Dan's Collateral Shot, but weaker. And like the rest of the Killer7, he can heal and power up through absorbing blood.
Also he can shoot his gun standing on his head (just kidding. Inside joke, sorry. We were just making fun of the way he holds his gun sideways like a GANGSTA).
Limitations:
Blood absorbtion can heal only smallish wounds and cuts. He can still jump really freaking high and pick locks.
Writing Samples
Log/Third Person Sample:
Intercity, Texas was a barren and desolate place. There were hardly any people. Just Heaven Smiles wearing yellow t-shirts, and some of the usual malicious types that were actually out to get you. Then there were the suburbs. The damn suburbs.
Coyote stood right outside the gate, his gun in hand and his tongue in cheek. "Ai, what's the point of a squeaky clean neighborhood like this without any actual people??" He sounded legitimately annoyed about this, even if it really wasn't any of his concern. He was just in a complaining mood.
He didn't mind picking locks. That, he enjoyed, and there had been a couple on his way here, but jumping into homes got annoying and tiring after a while. Especially after all the running, sneaking around, and getting blown up... it can really take a lot out of a guy. Maybe if there was something interesting inside, it'd be worth all the trouble.
The first house loomed over him, but he crouched and suddenly shot up into the air, landing on the second story roof with what seemed like great ease. He took a moment to check his gun before climbing in through the window. He clucked his tongue, pulling his leg over the sill with a strained grunt.
"An open window? This just makes my job way too fuckin' easy."
The moment he said that, he heard the evil chuckle of a Heaven Smile and he immediately aimed his gun - sideways - at his target. They were a couple of Heaven Smiles wearing yellow t-shirts. Man, these guys were just plain boring and stupid. But he didn't stop to complain for long and planted a bullet into each of their chests which also disappointed him. These versions of the Heaven Smile were way too easy to kill. At least he was rewarded with a few coins, which was nice, but as for finding anything interesting in the room? There was nothing. Nada. Zilch.
"What a waste of time." He grumbled angrily, then went back out the window to try the other houses. Only once he was outside did he realize how stupid and time-consuming this was all going to be. The neighborhood stretched on, lined with identical-looking homes, the only thing setting them apart being their house numbers and the amount of flowers being grown in their front lawn. Well, complaining wasn't going to get him anywhere, so he hopped off the roof and proceeded to the next house. There were plenty of houses, so that meant there was a chance that some of them would have something interesting or important in them, right?
Wrong! After six houses and counting, Coyote realized this was probably the most tedious thing he's ever done since joining the Smith Syndicate. As he glared down the isle of sickly-yellow painted homes, he voiced his opinion on the matter very eloquently.
"Fuck these suburbs with their cookie-cutter homes, fuck the tiny windows, fuck the master bedrooms with identical fucking layouts, and fuck those damn t-shirt wearin', heat-packin' aliens! FUCK." He fired a few rounds into a nearby house's windows, and the glass shattered noisily. Somewhat satisfied with the destruction, he turned on his heels to continue down the line when suddenly--
"NYAAHAHAHAHA!" A loud explosion, and a sickening thud followed.
Journal Entry/First Person Sample:
I've been here for what, a few days now, and nothing's happening. I'm used to showing up in weird towns, but this really tops them all. It's weird without the help of any of those laughing bastardos, too. Can't believe it. Why am I still fuckin' standing around here by myself, anyway? I mean, I'm not bein' swapped out or anything. That isn't normal. Not for us, anyway.
...what the fuck ever, man. This is good, so I don't know why I'm complainin'. I don't know what the hell is going on with Garcian or senor silla de ruedas, but if this is how things are going to be for who knows how long, I'm going to fuckin' enjoy it.