Character Sheet (Prone to updating at random)
"We're in for a good time."
An adventurer who's lust for adventure supersedes her desire for settling; Oft found in mischievous situations.
Rickie Devron - Real name Jolene Kitsrick Blossom (of the Lordareon sovereignty, the Blossomβs are a noble Household of little weight in authority)
Alias(s):
The Coyote The Wanderlust Traveler
B/D:
Estimated -10 BDP, claims to be in her early thirties.
Accompaniment:
2 dogs -- One a deep red and brown coated Badlands Strider (rhodesian ridge-back) : Dix A tricolored, short furred Gwenmayre Toller (english foxhound) : Syn A towering mare is among the crew, a breed of Marston Steed with a sturdy build of palomino pattern with eyes of a kind blue, her figure sturdy and durable (welsh cob): Marcie
Current criminal record consists of:
Disorderly conduct
Public drunken indecency
Public fighting
Bribery
The Coyote is, by every meaning of the word, a wanderer. A resourceful pack rider of who's pack consists of one human, two dogs and a horse to tow the brunt of the camp's weight. She is a woman known to travel from town to town in a nomadic fashion, a sturdy maiden of great wanderlust always writing a single name in every check-in book and piece of paperwork:
'Rickie Devron'.
Though she tends to leave her foot prints as just that - A brief name jotted in a journal to mark her presence. She is always dealing in coin or favors in the form of work to get her and her horseback crew to and fro across Azeroth proper. She has visited many villages and towns, cities on the rare occasion of necessity and rarely ever pleasure. "Too much traffic", she'd argue.
She is in the whispers of locals, commonly referred to as the Coyote for her habit of springing out of the territory as quickly as she can once she's fulfilled her needs in one place -- Usually cowpunching for agricultural towns or performing acts of service as a hunter for both bounties and monsters.
She oft wears a perky grin, always eager to mingle and swap a good story or joke. All subtle foreshadowing to a spunky shit head with a magnetic outlook to life.
She displays languid and graceful movements for such a substantially built woman. It seems a contradiction, but she carries herself well, agile with counterbalanced strength. T
The nature of her womanly silhouette, bearing desirable curves to contrast muscles, her arms and legs toned from years of hard labor. Her average height is compensated for her pearish figure.An angular and smooth nose sits square in her face, grey eyes with dark thick lashes to frame. Deep black hair is usually tied down with a headscarf to keep the sun from cooking her head. Radiant sun kissed skin stretches the length of her average height, managing to keep its warm tones even in the winter season. Such dark days when even hiking the tallest mountain couldn't get her any closer to the sun...
Her weapons of choice, visibly and otherwise, include:
Well hidden shivs tucked into her boots and inside her jacket.
A dwarven army knife, sheathed and attached to her belt.
A holstered six-chamber pistol of dark, hide material at the handle and a dark gunmetal blue for the cool steel barrel, silver filigree paints the barrel in swirls. This gun sits sheathed on her left hip, often open carried.
Knuckle dusters are oft shoved into the deep pockets of her trousers, solid gold weapons with a flat surface to prevent indentions that could lead authorities back to her should she use them. They sure do pack a punch, though.
A hunting rifle hangs loosely from a leather around her broad shoulders, this strap is tailored with additional slots for additional bullets. But she always keeps one in the chamber.
There remains one bards tale out there to document the Coyote's life... A tale of a woman who just liked leaving.
