Name: Coyote Has Large Teeth
Height: Average
Race: Presumably Human
Occupation: Just gettin' by, one day at a time, bill
Plays: The Harmonica

This woman's body is practically plastered in tattoos, from the ridge of her shoulders right down to the tip of her toes. In delicate shades of red and blue, the ritualistic inkings follow the natural curvature of her body, emphasising it with a framework that resembled blue gusts of wind and red tongues of flame.

Perched on her left shoulder, with a cheeky, fanged grin and a set of paws cupping her breast as if he were stealing it away, sits brother Coyote. Every movement of her left arm, hen bare, and bearing his hind legs and tale, makes it almost as if he was running along and chasing a large, soft round ball for sport.

Further down her left leg, from the ground itself, the thunderbirds spread their colourful wings and spiral up her thigh, rising to new heights amidst a stprm of lighting bolds and carrying on diagonally over her back and stomach, then exiting her toned, shapely frame for skies unknown.

Her right side, meanwhile, is home to a curious conglomerate of beasts, stacked along her arm akin to a totem pole. One may hazard a guess and pit the raven at the top, sitting on wolf and bear, and throning over a foundation of turtle.  Less artistic than the rest, and far more abstract, this side of her body may also dimly glow under her clothing, when she calls upon the spiris of the world.

Reds and all that jazz: No means no, duh.

Beyond that, I really don't care.