Dylan Fletcher

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Common Coyote · Copper Quarry Band

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Quick Stats

Name: Dylan Fletcher
Nickname: Fletch
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Age: 52 (4th July 1966)
Height: 6'2'' (Average)
Hair: Sandy, greying
Eyes: Blue
Blood Type: O Positive
Residence Location: Red Rock
Occupation Location: N/A

Occupation: Unemployed
Vehicle: Mercedes-Benz Sprinter (converted c. 2012)

Psychic Stats

Age Abilities Appeared:
Eye Color: N/A
First Ability: None
Second Ability: None
Third Ability: None

Power Description

Vampire Stats

Age Turned:
Eye Color: N/A
Level: N/A
First Ability: None
Second Ability: None
Animal Form: N/A
Group: N/A
Rank: None
Role: None

Power Description

Were Stats

Age Turned: 47
Eye Color: Amber
Sex: Male
Species: Coyote
Level: Common
Group: Copper Quarry Band
Rank: None
Role: Member

Animal Description
Long and lanky, with large ears and a pronounced snout. His pelt is pepper grey shot through with cream, paler on his underbelly and darkening towards his spine. Ginger accents run throughout, particularly where the fur is short on his legs and face.

Stats: Approximately 3'3'' at the shoulder (100cm) and around 4'2'' long (130cm). Weight fluctuates, but normally keeps in the region of 50lbs (22.5kg).
Similar stature to an Irish Wolfhound, but not nearly as heavy. Like his human counterpart is angular and scruffy.

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Scruffy. Faded jeans and worn, button-down shirts. Boots with fraying laces, and an uneven tread from walking too many miles. His face is weather worn, aged like leather left out in the sun, and his thinning hair is streaked with silver. He is a man careening gracelessly towards late middle age; once lean and strong, now haggard, gaunt. His clothes hang off him as they would a scarecrow. Apart from his gut. That, is soft.


  • Independent - values his sense of freedom above all else, takes issue with attempts to control or confine him. Bends or breaks rules where he can. Pushes against the status quo because it pleases him to do so. Judgemental of authority, though happy enough to fall in line with someone he perceives to be of sound enough morality.
  • Brazen - virtually impossible to shame or embarrass. Tends to out the elephant in the room.
  • Opportunistic - not afraid to take advantage of situations that would immediately benefit himself or those closest to him. Often acts on impulse regardless of planning or principle. Not a master manipulator by any stretch of the imagination; his plans can and do backfire on him with regularity.
  • Facetious - a sense of humour that ranges from gruffly sarcastic to downright silly, depending on how well he knows a person. Tends to counter sincerity with a certain dry jocularity. Struggles to take most people seriously. Can at times trip over the line between a good-natured joke and mockery. Often irreverent.
  • Unreliable - acts with the best of intentions, but promises made are rarely if ever upheld. Blames procrastination and a tendency towards distraction. Poor at taking responsibility for the fires he starts.
  • Wind-up Merchant - has no patience for pedants and those who think highly of themselves. These types also tend to be the easiest to annoy, which he generally delights in doing.
  • Soft Hearted - a sucker for a sob story, and kinder than he appears. Motivated to help the downtrodden and disenfranchised and often finds himself in trouble as a result.
  • Sentimental - tends to cling to the past and has difficulty letting go. Can become overly self-indulgent with his affection for times gone by.
  • Stubborn - comes across as blasé, lackadaisical and easygoing, but can be remarkably boneheaded when he makes his mind up about something or someone. Typically refuses to deviate from what he perceives as the right course of action. Tenacious, often bouncing back with aplomb.


  • Arrived in America after several decades globe trotting. Was somehow convinced to put down roots and start a family. His parents were astonished.
  • Attacked seven years ago by what he believed at the time to be a rabid wolf or an overlarge dog. He now knows better.
  • By the time he got to hospital the wound already looked several weeks old. Deep lacerations had scabbed over, and his skin, while hot to touch, was whole.
  • A week of fever dreams and sanity lapses followed. When the full moon rose the results were messy. Dylan found himself beside the half chewed remains of a woman and her pomeranian, with the copper tang of blood in his mouth.
  • Afraid of being connected with the murder, he left. At first he kept in contact with his family, but as the months rolled by and the distance between them grew, so the calls and emails and skype sessions dwindled. Dylan doesn't remember when they stopped.
  • At some point he took to introducing himself as Fletch. It didn't seem right to call himself otherwise, given how he'd changed.
  • Seven years later (March 2019) he arrives at the outskirts of Cordova. Just another pit stop on his aimless, endless journey across America.
  • May 2019: became part of the Copper Quarry Band, his first foray into were group life. Fletch is appreciably cynical about the whole thing.


Face Claim: Iain Glen

  • Enjoys a good crossword
  • 'Bedroom' guitarist. Occasionally busks. Passable voice
  • Reasonably Tech Savvy
  • Not A Fossil
  • Despite the years spent on American soil, there is a definite rhoticity about the way he speaks that is not native

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