Post by Coyote on Apr 6, 2021 12:10:37 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Timothy Blake ~nee Tchaikovsky
Nickname(s): The Coyote / Tim
Age: 28
Height: 6'2" (187.96cm)
Weight: 185 lbs
Blood Type: O-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair: Blonde
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Despite typically being a rather boring individual with zero interesting hobbies on the surface, Tim has quite the collection of small hobbies he does to pass the time. From stamp and coin collecting to his historical studies, he enjoys many small habits to keep his monotonous life moving.
Talents: As he never really tried to do anything of note, he is unsure of any talents he may or may not have. However, unbeknownst to him he is completely free-jointed. Should he ever discover he can touch his skull with his toes outside of a yoga class.
Favorite things: The simple things in life. His wife, Potato Soup, Burgoo, and Justice.
Miscellaneous: As a sort of morning ritual he is never seen without, he must drink his morning coffee every single morning to fully wake up. Otherwise he is taken aback. He is also, however, the type to bring a thermos to a bank robbery so he can get his caffeinated fix.
Mental Information
Personality: A born and raised typical person, raised in mediocrity by Southeastern United States citizens who ingrained in him the typical values of an American man. He is hard on the outside, non-aggressive yet taking nothing from others, but bending to the will of the industrial complex. He is loving to his friends and wife, rough but meaning when he does something he believes will make others feel better despite his own reservations. He is the type of forgo his own opinions and beliefs in favor of the safety and happiness of others, especially those who he can relate to. Non-Qi wielding typical citizen.
Mentality: Basic, yet quick on the draw with his wits, Tim is the type of person to very quickly decide and decipher his next actions within moments of something occurring nearby. Be it due to his sheer luck, or the innate skill inside of him, he catches dropped soda cans, dodges baseballs, avoids punches, and drives through traffic with the best of them. He has yet to have an accident revolving around these events and always seems to come out on top from his reactions.
However, he is also quick to anger when prodded. Attempts at his psyche almost always result in banter and threats, if not the occasional punch thrown.
Ideal: In the end, he hopes for the world to be back under one true calling that every human can be equal under. Actual, genuine peace and harmony. However, he isn't an idiot and knows it's impossible. As such, he sees himself as someone who could fight to keep the peace over the threats of chaos and death.
Belief: Tim believes in his luck, and the strength of will. If he can push himself into a situation, and if his luck would have it, whatever he or anyone else would want to come to be may very well come to be. The only thing keeping yourself back is yourself.
Physical Information
Build: Moderate, slight muscle.
Defining Marks: His distinctively glowing yellow eyes (Glows blue with Zero Ability).
Description: Standing at exactly six feet two inches tall, Tim is a larger male with a moderately sized build not too uncommon for the working class. His hair is long, reaching just about to his lower shoulder blades, while his facial hair consists of a rather thick beard. Both of which are a bright golden blonde. His skin is tanned, a feature of his mixed race ancestry, and his defining feature would be his bright yellow eyes. Unnatural in color, and softly glowing in the darkness, which turns to blue when his luck is kicking in around him.
His typical attire consists of a white button up shirt, black trouser pants, black combat boots, and a black trenchcoat that reaches down to his lower calf. Every day he wears a different colored tie, to change up the aesthetic whenever he can. Atop his head is a fedora, brown and aged from years of use.
History Information
History: Born twenty eight years ago to his mother and father in the Southeastern United States, an uneventful birth with nothing of note. His parents, both working class Americans, gave him a lower class upbringing in a trailer park in the area known to be Tennessee. His father a career military man working as a barber for the US Army and his mother part of an MLM pyramid scheme. His mother, raised by a heavily Native American family, taught Tim the stories of his ancestry and their tribal beliefs as he grew up, enthralling him with tales of their people the Cherokee and Haudenosaunee Oneida. His mother was arrested for her scams when Tim was just a child, leading to his father relocating the family to California where he would be expected to go on as if he wasn't to see his mother again.
Life was normal after that for the most part. His new friends, mostly consisting of potheads he met in highschool and a Blackfoot boy he quickly bonded with over their shared ethnic background, he graduated with mediocre scores in highschool and quickly proposed to his highschool sweetheart, his now wife Kaya, a South African girl who moved to his town shortly before senior year. He was truly happy, as if his small bit of life was worth everything in the world and he couldn't ask for anymore more in life.
In his early adulthood, he began to go to college with the intention on becoming a historian, and took his semi-permanent job as a server at a local restaurant, while Kaya enlisted with the Army Reserves and took a desk job working for the 911 Dispatch for Southern California. They found themselves nestled in a nice home near Palisade City, enjoying their slice of heaven as they tried for kids so that they may be one big happy family.
That didn't last long, unfortunately, as his mental health deteriorated as he continued for years to receive nightmares and visions in his sleep that regularly bugged him and forced him into therapy for what he assumed was some sort of trauma or mental health issue, This continued for years and years, until a fateful encounter with his friend Kyle, the Blackfoot man he had gone to school with.
Kyle was a bit of a stoner, and thinking that the substance may alleviate his stress, Tim went along to partake. However, while smoking with his friend, Kyle began to speak to him in a weird way, poetic and rhythm with every verse. As if he was trying to sing a song. Next thing Tim knew, he was unconscious.
Inside of his mind, he awoke to a dark abyss with a stake in the ground before him. Impaled by this stake lay the barely-living corpse of a massive coyote, his eyes weak and faded with their deep yellow. Atop the stake sat two other beings balanced on the massive wooden post. A large rabbit, white as snow with red beady eyes, and a crow with it's ocean blue eyes. They stared him down for what seemed like hours, before speaking to him.
"Timothy, next host of Ma'ii, you should have never taken to the vision journey. Why do you risk awakening the troublemaker you really are?" The rabbit said, arrogantly.
"Do not accuse, rabbit" The crow would retort, cocking his head to the side to stare down Tim. "Coyote, we have expected your arrival. You are likely confused of this, and we would like to explain."
Tim was scared, confused, and baffled all at once as he watched and heard the animals speak to him. He had to be having some sort of bad trip or experience.
As if on queue, the two animals would speak in unison.
"You are both the descendant, and reincarnation of the Trickster Coyote. The plight of our people, the slayer of Wolf and Fox, reamer of the sky and bringer of fire. Inside of you is bound the great spirit of the troublemaker, where he will stay until you have completed the fifteen tasks and have redeemed the soul of our once great Coyote." As they spoke, Tim saw before him the wailing body of the Coyote wriggle and writhe. Writing before him, written in Tsalagi, detailed to him fifteen great journeys he was expected to commit to, so that he could save any future descendants the suffering of being the host to the great Coyote. "Give thanks to the sky mother, and your ancestors for the seven thousand other tasks taken on by your previous forms. Every one before you has completed their required minimum. It is now time for you, Coyote, to finish this and redeem yourself for eternity."
With that, Tim was woken up in the hospital. His body connected to various machines, a nurse changing the pillow behind his head as he spooked her with his rising. Kaya was sleeping in a chair beside the bed, confused and scared before hugging Tim. He had been in a coma for months, having overdosed on something laced in the illegal substances he was taking part of. As he got up against the nurse's wishes, he found himself feeling off. Different. Lucky. As if everything around him was suddenly in his favor. Ripping the tubes out of him effortlessly without harming himself, and changing into his travel clothes, he decided it was time to follow the tasks given to him by the smart rabbit and wise crow. His first take, one to lead into his first journey, would be a simple one.
'Head to Palisade City, and find Atlas Steele'.
