Hero Name: Coyote Storm
Magical Weather Shaman, bowman extraordinaire
Aliases / Nicknames:
Sha-man, Rain Maker
Place of Birth:
Mountains of North Carolina
James Coyote (grandfather), John Coyote (father), Lisa Coyote (mother)
Personal Color: Brown
Skills & Powers
Other Skills & Abilities:
Very knowledgeable of natural herbs and medicines. Has an inherent rapport with animal life. Not a power, more of an empathic link.
Confined spaces. Abhors fighting indoors but will do so when the mission requires it.
6 feet, 2 inches
Serious, skilled, hardened
John Coyote has been hardened by years of living on an Indian Reservation in Western North Carolina. He takes life very serious and is very methodical in his actions.
It is not known if John likes anything. He always seems to be in an ill mood.
Brief Personal History
Coyote Storm grew up on a Cherokee Indian reservation in western North Carolina. His parents were alcoholics and his mother worked at the local Casino. Coyote was educated in the old ways on the Indians by his grandfather. Over the years, Coyote became more disgusted with what the tribe had become and spent more time learning the art of weather control and mastery of the bow from his grandfather.
At the age of 18, Coyote was on his way to visit his grandfather when he found him badly beaten on his front porch. His grandfather explained to him that the local owner of the Casino and his thugs paid him a visit for his outspokenness against the Casino. After the paramedics arrived to pick up Coyote’s grandfather he decided to return the favor to the thugs.
Coyote donned the traditional Cherokee Indian war paint, his bow and a quiver of arrows and headed to the Casino. Using the magics taught to him from his grandfather, Coyote summoned a mist to hide his location as he snuck into the casino. There he found the Casino owner and several of his thugs. Coyote revealed himself and began to fire off a salvo of arrows to pin down the foes but they overwhelmed him with numbers and beat him into unconsciousness.
When Coyote awoke, a week had passed and he was lying in a hospital bed looking up as his grandfather’s face. “What you did was brave young warrior, but stupid.” He said in his raspy voice.
“But grandfather, those men were evil and needed to pay for what they did.” Coyote retorted.
“Revenge is never the answer. They will have judgment on their souls in due time. In the meantime, I need you to study. Hon your skills. Become the champion you are destined for.”
“What would you have me do grandfather?” inquired the young Indian.
“Go to Paragon City, the City of Heroes. Seek out Coyote. He is an old friend of mine. He will get you started on the path to greatness.”
The following day, Coyote packed up his stuff and hopped on the next bus to Paragon City to fulfill his destiny in the City of Heroes!