Don Coyote, the Blue Knight[WIP]

Character Name: Don Coyote

Nickname(s): The Blue Knight

Race: Human; Caucasian

Sex: Male

Age: 28

Birthplace: The Citadel, Capital Wasteland



Height: 6'1

Weight: 173lb

Eye Color: Grey

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Ragged and unkempt, down to his shoulders

Facial Hair: A long beard adorned with rust flakes, wasteland dust and spittle, down past his neck.

Skin Color: Pale due to radiation poisoning.

Build: Well above average due to his time spent carrying heavy items and fighting with even heavier weapons.

Distinguishing Features: Don shows signs of obvious madness; the man is adorned in a mish-mash of rusty metal armour and he talks of slaying many giants (super mutants), bandits (raiders) and even a dragon (deathclaw). The men he works for are simply called "The Blue", and his unkempt appearance only adds another piece to the confusing jigsaw Don is. Both his speech and actions are melodramatic and almost comical, but to him this is just the way any errant knight should act.



Profession: Slayer of evil-doers, and noble Knight of the Blue

Skills:

Melee Weapons, masterful
Guns, extensive
Repair, extensive

Training: Don grew up with some basic training in firearms and wasteland survival, but nothing above average. Most of his skill comes from experience and what The Blue have taught him...

Other Abilities: Gifted with the magical ability to contact "The Blue".

Apparel: Don sports something that looks like it'd cause more harm than good; the base of the armour appears to be some heavily jury-rigged recon armour, and the armour itself has been heavily adorned with various pieces of scrap metal, duct tape and other items such as industrial metal plates and rusted nine inch nails. One of the shoulders is adourned with the skull of a dragon (deathclaw) Don once slew; a trophy from his ordeal. To keep his head safe, he sports an equally modified recon helmet; a pocket watch has been placed over the back of the head and the horns from the defeated dragon (deathclaw..) have been glued onto the top. The armour itself is certainly quite durable and effective in stopping bullets due to it's many layers, but it is certainly quite cumbersome to Don's speed.

Weaponry: A broadsword from days of yore, plucked from the ruins of the museum of history. As well as this, Don has his magical staff that can shoot beams of fire (an old hunting shotgun) and several small knives.

Other Equipment: Two bandoliers of shotgun shells are kept around his torso, but aside from this he rarely carries anything with him.



Affiliation: The Blue

Religious Belief: The Blue

Sexual Preference: Bluesexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Don's former self is nothing more than a faint shadow after what happened in the vault. The incident has made him rather withdrawn and socially isolated, but also hyperactive and a lack of calmness. To call him eccentric would be an understatement; any rationality, any sensibility, any perspective; all gone. Don is conceited with illusions of grandeur and fame, and is rather arrogant to anyone he doesn't believe to be on par or above him. He is also prone to his mood shifting rapidly, from excitement to anger, from happiness to sadness; he's a ticking time bomb, an atom constantly trying to spit itself in half. The insanity that has consumed him has made him absent-minded and an amnesiac, though the latter is mostly due to how much focus he places on his quest.



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