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| User: | coyote_skin (1246721) Coyote's Bus
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| Name: | coyote_skin | ||||||||||
| E-mail: | shiromori@gmail.com | ||||||||||
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| Bio: |  Full Name: Jaimie Washakie Nickname: Coyote Gender: Male Species: Bitten were-coyote PB: Kalani Queypo Age and DOB: 64 years old - born June 2, 1970 Character Description: Though Coyote was not born a lycan, even in human form he has a coyote-ish look to him. His features are pointed and his mouth is usually smiling. His eyes are always sparkling with some joke or another even if he’s the only one who gets it. His long hair is almost always wind-tousled. In coyote shape, he is typical of the smaller desert breed, not quite as large as a German shepherd, with fur the colour of rocky earth, ranging from grey to reddish-brown, and large attentive ears which are always listening for interesting sounds. Somehow, with his long pink tongue lolling out, he still manages to give the impression that he is laughing at something. Personality: Coyote has absolutely no interest in politics of any kind, and doesn’t see much point in making such distinctions between people as ideology, religion, race, or even species. Though he considers himself human – albeit a human with a peculiar talent for changing his shape – he believes that all people, human, lycan, or vampire, are essentially the same both in nature and in worth. On the face of things, Coyote is not a complicated person. He is care-free and easygoing, and never hesitates to give his full and honest opinion when it’s asked. He is friendly and hospitable such that, sitting with him outside his bus, one might feel as if they had known him forever after only having just met him. However, coming away from a meeting with him, one is often left with the feeling that Coyote is laughing at something only he can see. His amusement is never cruel or ridiculing. It is only that he does not take himself or anyone or anything else too seriously. To him, the universe is one big, delightful cosmic joke, and laughing at it is, therefore, only healthy. Those who don’t get the joke live unhappy lives.  Background: Jaimie Washakie was born on a small Northern Paiute reservation in western Nevada in 1970. He was raised by his mother and by his grandmother who taught him the traditions by which the Paiute people had always survived in the desert, and though his family – like everyone else’s – was poor, they were happy. Jaimie, from a young age, felt a strong affinity with the desert, and as he got older, entire days would pass where his mother would not see him because he was out wandering. He learned everything that his grandmother had to teach him with a seemingly natural intuition. Eventually, she suggested that he ask the medicine elder, Coyote, to teach him more. Coyote recognised that there was strong medicine in Jaimie even though he was young, and he agreed to teach the boy. In exchange, because Coyote was very old and not as strong as he had once been, Jaimie left his mother and grandmother’s house and went to live with Coyote for the duration of his teaching, to help the old man and take care of him. After Jaimie had been with Coyote for several years, the old man said to him that he had learned everything that Coyote had to teach and that there was only one thing left which Coyote had to show him. Coyote told Jaimie to go out and collect green branches, and together they built a wickiup in the desert, away from the houses and the eyes of their inhabitants. They worked until dusk, and when the dome was complete, they lit a fire inside. “Come and sit by me,” Coyote said to Jaimie. The old man tossed a globe of piñon sap onto the fire, and pungent smoke filled the warm air. Coyote painted Jaimie’s flushed face with purifying white clay, and sang over him in a quavering voice. Jaimie became dizzy. In the smoky air, things were confused. One minute, he seemed to see the face of old Coyote, lined and weathered, and the next, the face of a desert coyote gazing at him with knowing amber eyes. Jaimie thought he was dreaming, but the next moment he felt a burning pain as the coyote’s jaws closed on his arm, teeth that were all too real sinking into his flesh. Jaimie remembered crying out, and the growling of the coyote, but not what happened next. When he came back to himself, he was lying on his bed in Coyote’s house. His arm was wrapped in bandages. For the longest time, Jaimie stared at those bandages, asking himself, Did it really happen? Then he got up out of the bed to look for the old man. Coyote was waiting for him outside the house. The moon was waning from full. “What happened? What was that?” Jaimie asked, and the old man smiled at him tiredly. “You know the answer, don’t you?” Jaimie did. “You were the coyote.” “I was Coyote,” the old man said, “and now my time is done. You are Coyote, now.” “Will I change?” Jaimie asked. The old man smiled again. “No. But you will wear a coyote’s skin. That is the gift that Coyote has given us. His spirit is in you, now. Listen to him. He will teach you more than I ever could.” And before Jaimie’s eyes, the old man’s form seemed to shrink and blur, and he became a grizzled old coyote. Man and animal regarded on another for a silent moment, and then the coyote loped off into the desert night.  Strengths: Heightened sense, heightened immune system, accelerated healing, increased strength, ability to shift shape Weaknesses: Silver, heart or brain trauma, exsanguination Talents and hobbies: Coyote is a skilled herbalist and a healer. He is a fine gardener, and an even finer forager, and has no difficulty surviving on his own in the inhospitable desert which has always been his home. He also has a magpie affection for interesting odds and ends, and spends a good deal of time scavenging for them. Family and friends: Roommate/friend/lover Kaikara Onepaw Location: A broken-down double decker Deuce bus parked across the street from the Stardust hotel Length of stay in Vegas: 4 years Position: Self-employed | ||||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | ||||||||||
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| Account type: | Free Patient | ||||||||||
