The Coyote
Colt Smith

"Don't judge people by their relatives"

|Full Name|
Colt Smith
|Nickname|
Smitty, Coyote
|Age|
26
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Ethnicity|
British roots, but his family has been in America since the middle of the 18th century

|Birth Order|
Second out of four
|Significant Other|
N/A

•Physical characteristics•
|Face Claim/Appearance|

"What you put into life is what you get out of it"

|Height|
189cm
|Hair Colour|
Dirty blonde
|Eye Colour|
Hazel
|Skin Colour|
Soft tan
|Distinguishing Features|
Missing half his ring finger on his right hand, a scar running from the left side of his lip, stopping halfway across his cheek

|Health|
Overall good, strong for his age
|Disabilities|
N/A

•Personality Attributes•

"Said I never had much use for one. Never said I didn't know how to use it"

Calm
Surprisingly enough is Colt of the calmer kind, preferring to just relax in the warm summer heat chewing on some straw, finishing his small home, or taking his mount for rides lasting several days. He requires little, stays in the background until seeing his duties necessary, and is a pleasure talking to if you need naught but a listener. While he does not hold back smiles, he is seldom to laugh, preferring the silence of the wild over the rumbles of drunk people. Little overwhelms him, have him angry, have him regretful or have him sorrowful. Dangerous traits in someone of his position, for if he is not to be angered, or dragged into mourning regret and lust of revenge, how can one take out the hunter? He lets one day after the other pass by with little necessity for loud fights, and blood on his hands. If given the order he will not hesitate, if needing the money, he will surely sign up for the job, but worry not, he is far from as blood lusting as many call him out to be.
Smart
His profession is surely not for anyone, nor is it successful based on pure luck. He has the wit to predict the moves of his enemies, to track the men running from him, even calculate their next move even before they are aware of it themselves. Had he been of a higher family, in a prospering land, and given higher education he would have become something far more. A lawyer, politician or maybe even tax gatherer, but he is not suited in the land of the west. With little interest to follow the words of the Politicians and the requirements of the laws. While he surely uses the law to his advantage, he feels no necessity in complying to its words. Neither does he act feral, in fact he does himself and the others around him justice in how they treat their citizens. He is not complicated, simply a man with wits in his mind, ready to have the wheels ticking and tocking when necessary.
Attentive
Despite his laid back manner, and wits there is truly no way to predict a man, or women for that sake, desire. He lives because he always keeps an eye on those around him, always an open ear listening for passing whispers. He has his reputation, both as a bounty hunter and as a complier with The Sheriff, quite frankly, he has enemies on both sides of the law. People are out to kill him, just as he is out to kill others. His attentive manner is necessary in the hunt of others, and prevention of having a bullet through his brains. Little goes past him, his trick is simply to chose what he should react to, and what can go unnoticed.

|Likes|
-Silence
-Peace
-Hunting
-Lazy days
-Drinking
-Riding
|Dislikes|
-Being hunted
-Bounties
-Unnecessary trouble
-Thieves
|Fears|
His sister being married of too a cruel man
|Strengths|
His aim
Riding
Getting out of situations
|Weakness|
Alcohol
The law

•Background Information•

|Background|
Colt's family has seen many years in the west. Originally starting of in a prosperous family in Britain, but after the discovery of the homosexual sins within the family, they were forced to flight. Packing only what was necessary, a couple of coins to get by, they sought refugee in the warm, dry climate, of a new land. However, this was more than hundred years ago, and like their ancestors, his family held a sturdy stand in their role as farmers. While they certainly could once again raise to something great, they chose away this opportunity based on the great shamed their family and its name had faced. It gave for a good opportunity to stay away from the wars, living in the dry lands, with a harsh climate during both winter and summer, yet the families managed to get by. Slowly building themselves up to a working farm, even a small inn, allowing for few visitors but good ale and stews.
By the time Colt came along the memory of his ancestor's flight was almost forgotten. The young boy growing up on the farm, helping his siblings and parents with what was needed. Learning how to use a weapon from a young age to help out hunting, it soon enough turned into one of his favourite activities, when he was allowed the bullets of course. But life in the west is not enough, nor would it be for him. One gloomy night it happened, their small household was lit on fire by bandits, and his father brutally murdered trying to fend his wife from their cruel touch. Witnessing the tragedies of his families his heart was filled with revenge, and so he set out to hunt the man that had destroyed the many years of work. Which is exactly when his career as a bounty hunter started. While such work often makes for county bounties, Colt had his share of luck. Able to rid himself of any bounties placed on his head, today and until his last bullet was fired. A man of such fine skills is both dangerous and beneficial in the small towns scattered across the dessert, and in this case it seemed The Sheriff did good in hiring a man of his reputation.

|Other|
Always carries a Colt Single Action Army Revolver, but his Sharps Rifle is never far away
Has a mount named Mutt

|Playlist|
The Ecstasy of Gold – Edda Dell'Orso
A Fistful of Dollars – Ennio Morricone
Butch's Ballad - Gomez

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