Blog entries from CoyoteLovely

By the age of 16, Lyra had 2 years of seniority in the world of the Gladiators. With her coloring, she was said to be forged of Cold Iron. Her spirit was the blazing fire that kept her going - and even those who could sling magic in the Arena were unable to hold her down for long. Ten men were dead by her hand. Many more had simply fallen before she could get to them. She had survived so far...

((This one requires a small amount of background. Currently, in the RP, Aashe is about to run into a ship where there's an Assassin on the loose. I started to think about where she learned hand to hand combat, as it's not something they really taught in finishing school. As I was thinking about it, this scene kind of materialized. It's small, and would end up being a deleted scene on a movie...

She sat down in her bedroom, her red hair taking up more than half of the screen. She appeared to be wearing the armor she wore while in the Pyramids, though it's hard to say if the recording was made before or after the excursion. She took in a breath, looking directly into the center of the screen, where the camera existed to record her. Well... this isn't the most fun recording I've ever had...

((This is all really just background for the character - I didn't really intend to do a Pt 2 or 3... so it's a bit meandering, so figure it's suffering from Sequel issues.)) The Girl who would become Aashe DeWinter knew that the teller was suspicious about her request to withdraw the Totality of her Trust Fund. She had invented a story about wanting to get into investments like her parents, but...

((Found some inspiration biking home from work today.)) By the end of 10 miles, The Girl who would become Aashe De Winter was trudging. She was exhausted. The only bonus of her 10 mile stint was that her water bottles were empty, which made her backpack that much lighter. The sweat on her skin was cold in the morning air, it made her shiver despite her muscles running hot. The lights of the...

The Girl looked around her room. Thousands of items and trinkets around her, and none of them felt like they belonged to her. It was 1:00 in the morning - her parents were rich enough to live on the side of the planet where 1 AM meant it was night outside, and everyone was sleeping. There was no moon around Bekenstein - the nights were black as pitch. She had a small backpack purchased from one...

Aashe sat back on the bed, having turned the easel so she could see the painting from her chosen seat. She hadn't really intended to do any work on it today (she'd even been a little hesitant in thinking that she'd be able to work on it before the mission was over) but if Myn and Eri were insistent on making out in her cockpit, well... she could make some time. Time was not a luxury she was...

As she left the brightly glowing world of the Museum's event for the much more bland hidden interior of the building, she knew she was leaving a world of many cameras and eyes for one where there were surprisingly few security measures, and most of those were mere formalities. Aashe knew she was safe from detection within the first ten feet of hallway so she gave herself time for her eyes to...

Three years ago. Sakharov Station, Uranus. Gas Giant planets have an odd structure of life about them. Stations are built in the atmosphere, with spindling towers that stretch into the gasses below. Cityscapes are suspended like giant crystalline spiders, just out of gravitational range, orbiting the planet below. Sakharov Station was the largest of these stations in all of the Sol Cluster....

Despite the awkward sleeping position, Aashe slept more deeply than she had in quite some time. The subtle sounds of Corwin's breathing, the slight shifts of movement, there was something calming about them. As she drifted into the world of dreams, she was aware of the peace as though it were a palpable thing, settled around her like a blanket, held in place by the feeling of his fingers laced in...

Corwin was moved to a recovery room not too long after the announcement was made that he should be okay. Aashe asked to stay with him, and was told it was family only. As they had never bothered to ask if the two were related earlier... she told the nurse she was his sister, but that her name had been changed on account of a marriage. With a look of disbelieving annoyance, the nurse was about...

(Just before the events of Part One...) Things had become... routine. Aashe hated that, she hated being off the job. She'd named her ship The Eris for a reason after all! She'd been docked at the Citadel for longer than two months, engines cold, no whispers of anything interesting. She was beginning to understand why some people worried so much about money. If she hadn't had a small...

Showered and dressed in more comfortable clothes, Aashe slipped back into the cockpit for a few moments. Her hair was still wet, but no longer dripping. She brought a comb with her, with the intention of running it through her hair to remove the tangles as she took a deep breath, and tried to relax. She forgot what it was like to have people on board. Though she had named the ship after the...

"Aashe De Winter?" She asked, letting out a laugh. "Oh come on... that name just sounds made up!" She was reading over the life and history of the woman she was about to become. She'd been given instructions to memorize the history given to her, and then destroy the datapads. In her hands was her new life, a new identity, new bank accounts, identification numbers, driving history, and apartment....

Since there's been some chatter about weaponry, I thought I'd take a moment to figure out which weapons Aashe would carry. Pistol: PS-22 Shadow As Mass Effect goes to all the trouble to call the pistols in the game "Heavy Pistols" I have to believe there are Light Pistols as well. Aashe would carry a Light Pistol instead of a Heavy one. Manufacturer: Elanus Risk Control Services Fire Mode:...