From Changeling Venue

Seeming	Elemental Dual Kith
Court	No Court
Freehold	New Orleans/Nomadic
Player	Brent Collins

Contents 1 Character Information 1.1 Information 1.2 Appearance 1.3 Background 2 Affiliations 3 Character Inspirations 4 Quotes 4.1 Letters Home 4.2 Dispatches from the Front 5 Rumors

Character Information

Information

Name: Copper aka "Cowboy"
Mortal Alias(es): Andrew Copper, Jake Ladder
Real Name: Andrew Clay Jordan
Location: New Orleans, Louisiana
Seeming: Manikin Levinquick

Date of Birth: July 30th, 1940
Date Taken: 03:17:42 a.m. Cambodia Time Zone, July 21, 1969
Date Returned: Early 2003
Apparent Age: Late 20's
Place of Birth: Springdale, Arkansas

Appearance

Mask: Slim with some muscle, Andrew Copper would have good looking features if it didn't look like he'd seen too much or worked too hard in his life. He looks to be in his late twenties with shiny short red hair and bright blue eyes. He can often be found wearing a ratty straw cowboy hat with a hat band of copper wire, a leather coat, and well worn combat boots no matter what else he has on. He seems friendly, but something about him feels a bit off. His eyes and hair are a bit too colorful, and he doesn't blink much.

Mein: Copper appears as an alabaster machine version of his mask with seams and copper plating on areas of his form, most notably his fingers. His hair is actually made of copper wiring and his eyes glow with a blue electrical light beneath carefully crafted lenses.

Background

Before the Hedge:
Chief Warrant Officer Andrew Clay Jordan was a 29 year old helicopter pilot from Northwest Arkansas when he was taken with the rest of the Captain Marcus Poole's infantry company in 1969.

Andrew was in college in 1960, but then decided to enlist like his father did in World War Two because it seemed like a way to go on an adventure given the situation in Southeast Asia. Due to his quick reflexes, natural intelligence, and his previous time spent on his father's farm crop dusting, he eventually gravitated from Airborne Infantry to the Army's Aviation Branch and passed Warrant Officer school where he was one of the earliest young pilots to test and pioneer the use of the helicopter in Airmobile Infantry Operations. He served some time in Vietnam with elements of the 1st Cavalry Division, and later was re-assigned to the 101st Airborne.

By all accounts Andrew was a fun loving guy who took risks, lived hard, and took care of the guys that got assigned to his “slick.” He probably would have been busted out of flying later in his career if it wasn’t for his skill with airframes and a close personal friendship to Captain Marcus Poole, head of the Infantry company he was attached to the most in the 101st and formerly his platoon leader when they were in the 82nd Airborne. It was Poole who first made the recommendations for Andrew to go to Warrant school, and the two had become close friends.

The day he was taken, CWO Jordan’s AH-1 was shot down while carrying some of Poole’s infantry company near Cambodia. His talented flying was able to save himself and all the men on board, but the helicopter was lost. He and those on his chopper linked up with LT Clyde Driscoll’s platoon and continued the mission on that fateful day…



A Story from Static:
"The sun was hot as fuck that day, I remember that. Sure, in the jungle it gets all steamy and nasty, but the truth is you don't always see the sun. That day, though, we'd been back at base for a good twenty four and that sun had risen straight up like the fucker it is. Humidity sucked, too. Like goddamned wet cotton. About two in the afternoon, I'd been walking with one of the Captains, I think his name was Mullinfeld or some fucking shit, but we'd always called him 'feld when he wasn't around. Anyway, 'feld was walking and lecturing me about some stupid shit or another when we heard a call go over the loudspeaker that the shit had just hit the fan six kliks north, in a hot part of the jungle.

He goes runnin and I ain't got nothin better to do, so I follow along with him and he gets to a telephone and grabs it, yelling into it at people. He stopped yelling for a minute and then starts right the fuck back up. I swear he had two volumes: yelling and lecturing. Anyway, so he's shouting into the phone a second time and saying don't send a goddamned chopper in there, them boys is good as dead. He was real good with english, you know. Them boys is good as dead, he said. Sendin a duster after 'em would waste another boy and another goddamned twelve million for the US government.

The brass would've said the same thing, I know, them fuckers never did care about a single man down. All they cared about was whether or not they got their planes and shit back and if the platoon succeeded or failed on the job. Never did give a rats ass about us grunts. Next thing I know, I can hear a chopper start up on the other side of the fucking tent. I seen 'Feld go red with fury, screamin louder into the receiver and I thought he was going to pop. You stop that goddamned sonofabitch, he screamed. But nobody either heard 'im or cared cause seconds later that duster flew right up over the top of our tent, not ten feet up off the top. I looked up and saw him, that dumbass. The pilot. AJ.

We all knew him, somehow. He was always partying with the women in the fucking mess hall, or out at some local club back in Saigon. He always had a smile on his face, had to be the fucking badass out of every group. Sometimes I wanted to beat his smile in, but other times I couldn't help but smile with the fucker. But he would never leave well enough alone.

That was when 'Feld lost it, when he saw it was AJ. 'Feld never did like AJ much, I guess all that hotdogging and crazy shit got to 'Feld. Next thing I know 'Feld yanks his sidearm from the holster and points it at the chopper. He yelled, one time, "I'm going to kill that fucking Cowboy, goddammit, kill him!"

The next thing that happened, I remember AJ screaming out from the 'copter "Yippee Kay Yay Ayy!" and then 'Feld fired two shots at the duster. But either he was so mad with stupid or maybe I fuckin hit his arm, I don't 'member, he completely missed the chopper and hit a goddamned announcement horn up on the pole. Well, that was about the end of that I guess. 'Feld got transferred out and last I heard he'd been stuck in a VA hospital, stateside. They said he weren't fit to do nothin anyway, the loon that he was. And AJ managed to pull out three boys from that shithole. Six men died on the field right then, and AJ managed to pull the other three out just before the 'palm hit the treetops.

Right after that, I remember AJ spent a week in the mess hall. Everyone of us refused to eat the slop he served us up, and one o the guys kept sayin "I ain't eatin now shitty ass cowboy food." After that, he weren't AJ no more. He kept tryin to get us to call 'im Dusty, since he were so good with fuckin that chopper and all. And nobody would. They'd just laugh and tell 'im to "pony" up or get the hell back in the saddle.

Man, that shit was funny."



Captivity and Escape:
After being taken by the Twilight King the men were forced to consume the remains of Captain Marcus Poole as a brutal dehumanizing process. Andrew refused and tried to strike out at his captors and was brutally beaten and fed some of the rancid meal as he fell unconscious. He was close to death as sepsis was setting into to his broken legs, but he was kept alive by the efforts of Specialist "Doc" Shepherd, a medic captured with the rest of the unit. Later the men were "sorted" by the Gentry, and Andrew was taken by the Clockwork Marshall and made to serve as the living guidance system and electrical flight control for his personal airship, The Relentless. Andrew equally had his entire life broken down and made secondary to the role of keeping his craft aloft and going the proper direction. Andrew was equally used as a weapon for the unfathomable desires and experiments of the Clockwork Marshall, using his own form and the airship as a mystical weapon of war, the very clockwork heart of the Relentless. His only joys were the wonders of mystical flight and a relationship with one of the ship's weapon systems, her real name long forgotten.

One day they formulated a plan of escape. While engaged in a battle with another mystical weapon of war, a heat powered land juggernaut, they shut down elements of the Relentless and crashed it into the massive vehicle. In the confusion, Andrew was able to escape, but he has no idea as to the fate of his companion. He looks for her to this day, and investigates any sign of Changelings similar in creation to his own form.

Upon his return in early 2003, Andrew took up the name "Copper" given his new form and began traveling to find his lost friend. He went around the country making friends and enemies alike trying to find himself and his lost companion. Andrew found his family was dead and agents of the Clockwork Marshall tried to recapture him on several occasions. Only the quick action of some of his fellows from his Platoon prevented his return. He has yet to find a place in any of the courts, but has allies in several.

Affiliations

Motley: TBD
Entitlement: None
Other Oaths/Alliances:
Brotherhood of Poole's Promise

Armed Service: United States Army

• • 101st Airborne Division, "Screaming Eagles"
    
  • 101st Aviation Group, "Wings of Destiny"
    

Attached to:

• • 3rd Brigade, 187th Infantry Regiment (Airmobile)
    
  • 3rd Battalion, "Iron Rakkasans"
    
  • Foxtrot Company, "Fool's Company"
    
    • Commanding Officer: Captain W. Poole
      
  • First Platoon "Nomads"
    
    • Platoon Leader: 1st Lieutenant C. Driscoll
      

Character Inspirations

• LTC Bruce P. Crandall (Ret.) 1st Cavalry Division, Vietnam War

• 1LT Lynn "Buck" Compton (Ret.) 101st Airborne Division, Second World War

• Hal Jordan as Green Lantern from DC Comics

• Exalted: The Autochthons

Quotes

Letters Home

• Rook - Ol' Spooky always lived up to his nickname, and anyone who thought it was bullshit just had look into his eyes to see otherwise. Still he was one of my guys, and I did my level best to get him home every time. I still will.
• Clyde - We're all different from before we got taken, but I know the LT is still a good man. No one can take that much away from a man, even the Fae. That's why I still call him sir, and that's why I gave him Marcus' bars.
• Capricious - The LT's niece is in my neck of the woods and needs looking after. I'll see what I can do about keeping her out of mischief, but she's a kind of crazy that makes me nervous.
• Doc Shepherd - Doc did his best to save my legs before they took me away...I always was good at getting myself into trouble. Doc did his best to keep me alive and make sure that trouble didn't stick. It didn't matter anyway as The Marshall made me new legs anyway, but I'll never forget what Doc did for me.
• Horace "Race" Ardent- Sergeant Harper was always a good guy. Took care of his Joes, boxed with me in the Division gym, and never got sore if I beat him at cards. When the time came, I was there for him in the shit. When my time came back from the Hedge, he was there for me. Whatever he calls himself now, Preacher John's always got a friend in me.
• Ox - Big as a horse and dumber than a box of hammers at times, you never did doubt that Specialist Butler was brave. He always did what he had to be done. Marcus knew that, and wouldn't hold a grudge for what he did. I've been told how Ox did what he did to spare others the ordeal, especially Jack. Some say I was brave to fight back. I say Ox was braver for what he did.

Dispatches from the Front

(Post your own quotes about Copper here.)

• Sometimes I'd spend three days at a time in the bush, waiting for a target of opportunity. Eating bugs with nothing to keep me company but my own stink, and a guy who wanted to talk about his high school sweetheart. But whenever it was done, Cowboy was the one they sent to extract me. I may not have let it show that I liked any of those sons of bitches, but damn - I was always happy to see his goofy grin. -- Rook
  
• Back in th' jungle, y' saw Cowboy's grin, meant it wuz time t' go home. Not back ta the World, but 'least back t' base. Now here I am back in th' World, an' it wuz seein' Cowboy again an' what they done to 'im tol' me how far we all are from home. An' how far we always gon' be. -- Clyde
  
• Delightful or discommodious... I've yet to decide what we think of our newfound custodian. -- Capricious
  
• Of the two, the Captain was our Father and Cowboy was our Mother. You'd think it was odd thinking of a redneck from Arkansas as our mom; but then you've never seen more grown men cry then when an operation had gone to hell, lead was falling like rain, and that chopper of his come swooping down kicking up dust and heat with his smiling face waiting for you. You know everything was gonna be okay, you knew you were goin' home. I think for some of us, what happened to him made everything that happend to us worse. -- Horace "Race" Ardent
  
• Aint no sound more glorious than that chopper commin' in, taking all kinds of heat. Like some fuckin' Archangel sent by God himself to save our torn up asses... -- Doc Shepherd
  
• "He was the Captain's best friend, held onto those bars for years. Damn, Cowboy, I'm sorry for what I done." - Ox
  
• "He does as he will. It made a difference to us. Gears cannot feed the pack." - Nujalik

Rumors

• Copper's cowboy hat is the same one he had back in Vietnam.
• Copper works as an electrician in the rebuilding of New Orleans.
• Copper ended up with a lot of money when he got back across the Hedge. Some say he had some Wal-Mart stock in a safety deposit box somewhere from 1960.
• Copper still flies helicopters whenever he can.
• Copper and Race Ardent box together whenever they get the chance. They say its something from back in the service.