I’m a scientist of ill refute. Graveyards are a place I loot. The townsfolk’s pitchforks bring me fame. People confuse my creation with my own name.

Named after artists of the renaissance. When crime is a foot, we’re the response. Thank us with a pizza order. And don’t forget to invite our favorite Channel Six reporter!

I'm often separated by color. In the past I'd be in farms and fields, but now I'm a many in factories. I'm beated and I'm whipped, but I don't bleed. We used to be sold by the dozens, but now, it's harder come to buy us.

Cloaked in silver, I ride the sky, a goddess with a watchful eye. Sister to the sun’s fierce flame, in legends old, I earned my name. I guide the hunt, I bless the night, with silent steps and borrowed light.

I ride with the sun and sleep under stars, my boots dusty from journeys afar. With a rope in my hand and a hat on my head, I tame the wild where others have fled. I don’t need a saddle to carry my pride, who am I, with the open range as my guide?