"Used to have a different name. 'Suppose it's out there, out west of the salt... Stay a spell, I ain't much for quiet company! Never did learn how to hush up about m'self around new folks, anyhow." --Ekho Fenrir, Seventh Astral Era
Born Nahuani under the sere sunscape of Shaaloani, Ekho Fenrir's hubris precedes her. Whisper on the wind is that the ten-gallon on her head stops the torrent of boasts that would, no doubt, escape the confines of her mind and flood the entire frontier.
Upon deciding to make becoming a revered folk hero her ambition, she took on the name Ekho Fenrir. Ekho, for the delicious bark that chases her bullets into oblivion, and Fenrir, for the fabled spirit-hound whose mention sends a chill down the backs of the divine. A cyclopean aspiration, perhaps even a pipedream, but nonetheless, the beginning to Ekho's precious legacy that she defends with more ardor than any self-respecting Shetona would dare to.
Suffice it to say, it's not that Ekho couldn't poor water out of a boot if the instructions were written on the heel. Rather, she'd sit down at the counter, glance around, and not-so-subtly start her prattling with a... "These stools ain't good for your back. I've done enough lifting today, since I...went and drained the ocean, an' all." --Also Ekho Fenrir, Seventh Astral Era
For all her vices, Ekho does her best to do good by companions and strangers alike. Why, she'd hardly be able to call herself one of the star's top guns if she had nothing to write home about.
Thus, she feels that the owes her creators a debt, for The Twelve saw it fit to bless her with such enormous ears and boundless energy. All the better to hear the distant rumble of trouble the horizon, and chase after it at nigh-inhuman pace.
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