Post by cl4ptp on Dec 6, 2013 11:33:32 GMT -5
Character Name: Coyote Sparks
Nickname(s): The Arctic Wolf, The Nuclear Winter Soldier
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 34
Birthplace: The Fridge (a Brotherhood of Steel stronghold near the Lincoln IL ruins. The building itself was a military armory)
Height:6’1”
Weight:175lb
Eye Color: Frost Blue
Hair Color: Blond
Hair Style: High-and-Tight
Facial Hair: 5 o’clock shadow
Skin Color: Tan
Build: Muscular on a small frame
Distinguishing Features: Never seen without his Authority Glasses, his Tactical Gear (weather dependent on style: Winter or Woodlands), laser burn across right cheek to earlobe
Profession: Prospector/Mercenary/Hired Hand
Skills: Talented Sniper (Eagle Eye), Skilled Repairman, Stealthy, Knowledgeable in BoS Tactics and Hardware, Intelligent, Trained Medic
Training: Midwest Brotherhood of Steel – Lincoln branch
Other Abilities: Mild cybernetic upgrades (Reflex Augmentation, Eyesight Improvement, “Tremble” Removal)
Apparel: Lightweight Kevlar MOLLE Vest, Fire-Retardant Clothing (US Military ASU, 2 sets), Cold-Weather Survival Gear/Woodland Survival Gear, a lightweight MOLLE assault pack
Weaponry: 1 Remington 750 Tactical Woodsmaster (weapon mods: x10,x5 Hunting Scope, Collapsible Butt-Stock, Extended Magazine, Tactical Handgrip, Lightweight Trigger, Attachable Bipod, Custom Flash Suppressor), 1 10mm tactical conversion M1911 (weapon mods: integrated suppressor, improved ironsights, hair trigger, carbon fiber barrel, polymer body with tungsten-coated steel slide and lightweight steel frame) in a thigh holster, 1 Standard-Issue Combat Knife worn in his boot in a special sheath
Other Equipment:
In Bag - hose & bladder for a Camelbak Water System, his extra ammunition, his food, and his side arm’s extra ammunition (ammo stored in magazines), 181 Caps (in padded bag to reduce noise)
Attached to Vest or Belt - several magazine pouches w/ Extra Magazines, Solar-Powered Tactical Light Source, First-Aid Kit
On Body – Authority Glasses, 2-Way headset modified to act as a Radio (Radio Transceiver attached to pack), his BoS Holotags, alongside his wife’s and his squad’s (tracker deactivated in all tags)
Affiliation: Formerly - Brotherhood of Steel; Currently - Self
Religious Belief: Cynical Christian (“There is a God, He’s just an Asshole”)
Sexual Preference: Celibacy
Relationship Status: Widower
Personality: Coyote is a lone wolf who clearly suffers a severe and untreated case of PTSD, which is commonly manifested from him as rage. Coyote is seemingly cold and aloof, seeing any job as just a job, regardless of who’s involved. Few people can say they’ve met the man, and even fewer can remember his face, minus the scar. Enemies never see them. Calculating and Cautious, Coyote isn’t someone who you want watching you though a high-powered scope…
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History: Told from him at some watering hole near The Pitt –
“So you want to hear my story? Well, sit down and pour yourself a glass of the whiskey, cuz this’ll be a long story. I was born in The Fridge. It used to be some kind of Arms Depot for the American Military hidden underground. Well, we called that bunker home for a long while. That is, until the Brotherhood started infighting. Our faction split into two splinter groups: the Loyalists, who favored the ways out West, and the Separatists, who favored Lyon’s ideals. Well, when brother is turned against brother and the squabble turns into an all-out shitstorm, it means someone’s getting caught in the crossfire. At the time, I was just some lowly piss-ant, licking the boots of the Loyalist Paladins in hopes of getting to wear the t-51b Power Armor, I was sent in as cannon fodder against the Sep’s new base: an old RobCo factory. We started calling this squabble a War and I figured out real quick that having a scope and a large-caliber rifle did wonders punching through the basic combat armor we were issued. That lasted about two years.
Well, after the 5th assault on that damned facility, I watched as my best friends met with something I hadn’t seen before. You see, some of the Sep Scribes figured out how to activate the fuckin’ Killbots that littered the facility and reprogram them to listen to them! It was a bloodbath. I said to fuck with this Brotherhood Bullshit and planned to beat feet as far as I could to get the hell away from that damn war. So in the dead of night, I raided the Armory for all the gear I needed, left that God-Forsaken shithole, and never looked back. That was ten years ago.
So having spent ten years bouncing around from piddly settlement to ghost town, I wind up in this backwater-ass town. Jesus, this place has gone to Hell. Maybe I can find some work further east, and hopefully my “self-imposed exile” from the Brotherhood doesn’t have the locals climbing up my ass, demanding I return to that broken-ass faction. I guess that’s why I’m a Nuclear Winter Warrior, and War… War never changes…”
