Martin Doktár

Coyle is a quirk of nature, and his parentage a mystery.  The British intelligence operatives who captured him at the age of two assumed that the Irish militants they killed were his parents, but Coyle himself knows that they weren't.  One day he may investigate his real origins and find a truth that explains less than it disturbs.

 

The wild years that transformed a child prodigy into a restless adventurer and again into a disciplined secret operative may figure in later books.

 

In King’s Champion, Coyle is at his physical and mental peak.  His near eidetic memory registers everything, his sharp intelligence is as penetrating as his glance, while capable of lateral thinking that ventures way outside any normal box.  He is also a killing machine. One who has learnt to leverage his extraordinary eye-to-hand coordination and super-human reflexes for maximum advantage in combat.  He combines them with a sense of mission that overrides whatever residual empathy or fear left in the recesses of his mind.  His heart rate rises with physical exertion, but not with mental stress, and he seems stragely unaffected by adrenalin. 

 

Coyle believes in his mission.  His loyalty is unconditional, but he has few ethical beliefs beyond a sense of general fairness.  He neither enjoys killing, nor feels inhibited by it.  It is tool to be used when required - nothing more.