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Also, RP portion updated.
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updated app art.

Solitare
Nicknames: Soli, Sol
ID: 78
Age: 4
skelt tracker
belgian shepherd/australian shepherd/german shepherd/cardigan corgi mix
Status: Infected
Height: 2'3" (or 68.58 cm)
Weight: 60 lbs. 8 oz (he's pretty skinny due to his condition. In pique health without being infected, he would probably be around 70-75 lbs) or 27.4 kilos
class and rank: eater
Infected → eater
Stage 2
Symptoms:
-Inflamed/Bloodshot/Discolored Eyes

- Bleeding From Ears/Eyes/Nose/Mouth

- Heightened Temperate & Heart/Breathing Rate

- Vomiting
- Ravenous Hunger
- Delusions/Illusions
Side Effects:
- Insomnia
- Manic Energy
Pack affiliation: Dead Dogs
Personality:
+ optimistic | wiry | confident | loyal +
Notorious for his extremely high confidence to anyone that is familiar with him, is severely fueled by it; as well as his mass optimism. Doesn't look before he leaps, or at least doesn't look like he does. Incredibly willed. This proves to be his downfall, if losing, he tends to taunt or laugh even when having his face pummeled in, pushing his limits, absolutely certain he can turn it around no matter the circumstance. Which also, is one of his greater strengths.

If there's a task that needs to be taken care of, Sol is always ready to leap into action. Even before becoming infected, he was always fearless in the face of danger, explaining why he chose such a dangerous position when first getting involved with Eden's military. He's always been big on backing up his comrades; he may be a pest and quick to tease others for being what he perceives to be "underlings", but he cares deeply for others and will go out of his way to assist when necessary.

Since his time in Eden, he has always been a very personable fellow, preferring to mix with everyone over being an elitist jerk like some of the other soldiers he was friends with. He's always been approachable and while his brashness with his outward affection (be prepared for a noogie if you get close enough for him to get you in a head lock). All around, he's a really friendly guy without a judgmental bone in his body. The only real way to etch under his skin would be to badmouth any of his packmates, even the ones he may not be all that close to.

- impulsive | rash | cocky | headstrong | oblivious -
Unfortunately, being as brave as he is also means he doesn't think things through very often. When something dangerous rears its head, he will always be at the front line, poised for attack. He doesn't listen to the words of wisdom from others and will always leap before he looks. He is always the first to admit this bad habit of his, but it's almost as a joke considering he treats it so flippantly, it's like admitting he's got a problem and doing absolutely nothing about it. In his own words, "it's better to beg forgiveness than ask permission."

The "big dumb jock" type, before succumbing to the life of a wastelander; as an officer in Eden, Solitaire was appeared happy in his ignorance and it wasn't until the death of Verity and the reaction that he got after being bitten that he started to really wise up. Although he has remained skeptical, he's still mostly all brawn and little brain.

It’s also probably best not to invoke his temper, as he is known to completely lose his mind. Part of becoming infected has changed his temperament, making him black out when becoming too angry and usually resulting in the a pretty bad scrape from whomever it was that provoked him. On the surface, however, Sol is very chill and not all that much bothers him. It takes a lot of grinding him down to get him that enraged.

He also not the most perceptive guy out there; when he cares for someone, he's very open about it, but on the same token, he will have a hard time seeing anyone elses feelings. If he perceives the psudo-relationship to be one-sided, he will accept it without complaint, but won't know what to do if confronted with real emotions. The only reason Verity was able to reach him was because she was so direct with him. Regardless, they were not together for very long, so it was difficult to know if there really was something there for both of them or if Verity was stringing Sol along.

History:
Prior to becoming infected, Sol was living his life as an Edener; his life on the "inside" was mostly spent training to become a gate guard. He had a family and even experienced his first brush with puppy love toward a female ward. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time to see how far their relationship would blossom. The gate guardians received a staticy radio signal from one of the convoys on an expedition to locate and bring back supplies and, by coincidence, Solitaire happened to catch the name of the officers under attack. At the realization that his love had been part of that very day trip, he abandoned his post against the orders being bellowed at him when he took off. One of his fellow trainees chased after him, attempting to catch up with him and stop him. There were other officers already dispatched to the location, he tried to reason with Solitaire, there's nothing you can do anyway. Stop before you're considered a traitor for abandoning your post! But for Solitaire, it was too late in more ways than one. Hearing the yelping coming from the now seized and surrounded platoon, he had made it to their location just in time to witness her demise. When her attacker began to eat her right in front of him, he flew into a rage shrugging off his training partner whom had been trying to encourage him to run, and managing to wrench the smaller framed female from the infected rogue's jaws. Unsurprisingly, this resulted in taking a vicious bite to the flank. The infection set in fast and it wasn’t long after being bitten that he was exiled from Eden, never to return to his family or his job.

Feeling a deep sense of betrayal at being thrown out from the village he had sworn to give his life to protect, Solitaire stumbled confused and in pain through the wastelands, finding himself growing hungrier and weaker. It was only after obtaining his first meal that he found himself growing strangely stronger. Despite the pain, so long as he kept eating, he found himself becoming faster, his stamina was longer, he was becoming a beast.

Quite by accident, he stumbled into the territory of the Jager pack and was caught poaching their food. Rather than risk being killed by the pack leader and her cronies, he instead smooth talked his way into the lower levels, his size, strength, and overall discipline making him a prime candidate for the Creeper position. His colours provide excellent coverage when hunkered down in the dirt, and his willingness to accept a position of such great risk while leaving more seasoned members of the pack out of harm's way proved a fairly decent trade for the pack. While he openly swears his allegiance to Mynx, he is still a very shady character and it's difficult to tell if he's actually loyal to anyone but himself.

Thankfully, the alliance he held to the Jager pack was not for very long and almost as soon as his mate, Ophelia, and best friend Drix were all together again, the three of them struck out on their own to create The Dead Dogs.

"They don't care about anything but putting us down. We're useless to them. In their eyes all just dead dogs."

Relationships
Key:
- Family
- Dead
- Neutral
- Acquaintance - Friend
Good Friend - Best Friend
- Trust - Respect/Loyal too
- Crush
- Mate
- Lust
- Dislike - Loathe

He refers to his life prior to becoming infected and exiled as "pre-existence" or his "past life". He had friends and a life on the "inside" before being thrown out, but he prefers to avoid giving it too much thought. He's terribly conflicted after becoming infected; on one hand, he misses his family and his old life, but now that he has become what he had spent his entire life fearing, he has never felt freer. The worst possible thing has happened, and yet he has continued to live on...it became a mixture of exhilaration and sorrow. Still, he can't help feeling very lonely for the lack of companionship outside of the walls, and finds himself drifting back towards the city in hopes of at least a little conversation.

Father
Broadway: a very skilled operator, his smaller size and shorter stature as a corgi/australian shepherd mix making him ideal for the jobs he was doing. Unfortunately, he was killed during a tour of duty a few months prior to Solitaire's exile.
Mother
Enobaria: for a female, she is extraordinary in size. Currently works as a heavy scrapper. Her litters were the only things she lived for at one time; Solitaire is the sole survivor of her first litter and while she loves him dearly, after Broadway was killed, she started to pull away from all of her children to the point where she has, for the most part, shut down around them.
Siblings
All of Solitaire's litter mates (two sisters and a brother) were killed by fever or other infected canines on the outside. The only siblings he has left are three pups, all conceived shortly before his father was killed.
Black Jack (or just Jack) ♂
eldest in the litter
Spoons ♀
middle pup
Spades ♀
the runt
former mate
Verity
Solitaire's former love and a scowner. Was killed on her way back from a recon mission by a roving eater.
Ophelia an old friend from his previous life on the inside; the two of them weren't exactly the best of friends, but Sol was still pretty fond of her. He views her as weird, but with the knowledge that he is even more so, but in a different way, he takes solace in her companionship. With her job as a clipper, he is able to drop by close to the walls and catch her for conversations from time to time. Now that she has been bitten and has joined the land of the infected, the two are completely inseparable.
Drix an old friend of his from back in Eden. As a spaniel, on the surface she's adorable to look at and is often taken as a pushover just based on looks alone. Drix is none of these things. She's cold, calculating, and ferocious, all thing that make the normally manly-man Sol cower a little from her. Despite any misgivings, the two are obviously extremely close friends and he has no problem hailing her as chief now that they have started their own pack.
Calcipher he doesn't know much about Cal so aside from giving him a nickname and trying to convince him not to be such an apathetic pain, they don't have much to do with each other. But Sol is actually a very friendly guy, so he takes Cal at face value and doesn't bother questioning him.

voice speculation

Rp Example:
"You never talk about that." the dry voice of his spaniel companion cut through the silence that had lingered over the sleepy shepherd and his ears flicked in her direction.

"...wh...what?" he asked groggily, stretching his paws out and wiggling the ends of his toes to try and dust the sleepiness from their tips. Drix snorted, giving the shepherd a little glare.

"I'm sorry, am I boring you?"

"No! Just...long day, man." Solitaire grumbled back, yawning widely.

"I suppose I should be grateful that you don't have night watch this evening."

"Mm? No. More like...be afraid that I'm not." he yawned loudly for a second time, shaking his head. "Been up all night...watching."

"Hn. Well. I can't sleep."

"Good for you."

"You keep avoiding my question." she added in a snap and Solitare rolled his eyes.

"Not avoiding, ignoring! I'm sleepy. Can't you tell I'm sleepy??"

She rolled her eyes, moving closer to him and shoving the shepherd against the ground roughly, her paws pinning him down on either side of his head. He blinked, having not been at all prepared for an attack, especially a Drix attack. He didn't yelp, which was probably the most manly he could be when put in such a situation; being best friends or not, there wasn't a dog alive that wasn't even a little intimidated by Drix, especially with her wild temper. Still, he stared up at her with wide eyes, ears flexing down a bit as a sign of submission, but the rest of his body language seemed to be asking what the fuck she was doing. She was the brains and he was the brawn. That was simply how their relationship worked; it was always that way. But sometimes he needed to remind himself she was more than capable of becoming the brawn herself. He made a move as though to push her off when she very suddenly made a snapping motion for his neck and he growled lowly, about to snap back when he realized she had started playfully chewing on his neck like a puppy dragging along a ragdoll or something. He blinked, completely taken off guard by her reaction.

"...um?"

"Woke you up, didn't it?" she asked, mouth full of his neck fluff. He still looked incredibly uncomfortable, finally finding his nerve long enough to push her off.

"...<< that...is more than enough of that." he grumbled, dragging himself to his feet once she allowed him to push her off.

"I have asked you this question plenty of times, and while your mate is out, I think it's about time I got my answer."

"What the HELL are you going on about?"

"How did you escape the Jager pack?"

"Escape? I didn't escape. I went out on a mission as a creeper and just << never came back? It's hard to explain, but with so many other members of her packs and with...er...not much sanity left in her, Mynx has a hard enough time knowing where SHE even is let alone someone as unimportant as myself. She probably thought I was killed off or something." he shrugged, laying back down on the floor with a soft fwump. "For all I know, she might have thought I was another hallucination or something."

"Mm. Do you think she'll come looking for you?"

"Not if she doesn't believe I ever existed? Honestly, I don't think much about it." he raised an eyebrow comically at her, tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth. "Why? Hoping to run into her or something? Extra limbs must be your thing, eh?"

The spaniel rolled her eyes again, reaching a paw up and shoving Solitaire's face away from hers and into the ground. He sputtered a little at how fast she was, snout filling with dirt until he sneezed.

:: trivia ::
♠ tends to view everything as a game. Obstacles, problems, anything that arises is generally treated like something he can pull the wool over and weasel his way out of.
♦ Though generally cocky, he’s very difficult to rile up.
♣ Has the propensity to get very violent very quickly.
♥ Overall, he’s the type of guy you can’t know if he is on your side or not.
♠ Keeps his infection wound covered constantly and rarely removes the bandages except to clean or fix them.
♦ Has an unusual obsession with dreams.
♣ His witty charm easily attracts women, and while he might like to play around, he is scarcely the type to become too involved. This is because of his past relationship and how little he wants to think about it.
♥ likes to throw his weight around and tends to tease or pick on those he considers are not on the same level as he is (IE: everyone).
♠ since becoming infected, he heals much faster than he used to and can take a beating better than ever. However, when he has gone too long without eating (in most cases, more than a few hours), his muscles will seize up and cause him to slow down to the point of collapse if he waits too long. Mentally, if he goes more than a day without eating, he turns quite feral, unable to see or think or even process things without devouring something. It’s because of this he does his best to always keep a small snack on him at all times. Better a bite than nothing at all.
♦ often speaks in innuendos around the ladies, however he is strictly heterosexual, if not somewhat homophobic from his days in Eden's military.
♠ the irony of his position as a creeper is that the dog that had killed his former female was doing the exact same thing as his current occupation. Whether Sol appreciates the irony remains to be seen.
♣ Being a shepherd, he built for power, not speed and while he's perhaps a little faster than the average dog his size thanks to the infection setting in and taking the majority of the fat in his body to sustain the illness, he's still not as fast as, perhaps, a sight hound like Calcipher.

:: playlist ::
Counting Stars~One Republic
You Belong to the City~Glenn Frey
The Fallen~Franz Ferdinand
Van Nuys~Sixx AM
Nina~Ed Sheeran
It's a Sin~The Pet Shop Boys
Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya~Dropkick Murphys
Flight of the Conchords~Sugar Lumps

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Description

:: eta :: aaaah gotta get back into this group.
Also, RP portion updated.
:: edit ii ::
updated app art.

Solitare
Nicknames: Soli, Sol
ID: 78
Age: 4
skelt tracker
belgian shepherd/australian shepherd/german shepherd/cardigan corgi mix
Status: Infected
Height: 2'3" (or 68.58 cm)
Weight: 60 lbs. 8 oz (he's pretty skinny due to his condition. In pique health without being infected, he would probably be around 70-75 lbs) or 27.4 kilos
class and rank: eater
Infected → eater
Stage 2
Symptoms:
-Inflamed/Bloodshot/Discolored Eyes

- Bleeding From Ears/Eyes/Nose/Mouth

- Heightened Temperate & Heart/Breathing Rate

- Vomiting
- Ravenous Hunger
- Delusions/Illusions
Side Effects:
- Insomnia
- Manic Energy
Pack affiliation: Dead Dogs
Personality:
+ optimistic | wiry | confident | loyal +
Notorious for his extremely high confidence to anyone that is familiar with him, is severely fueled by it; as well as his mass optimism. Doesn't look before he leaps, or at least doesn't look like he does. Incredibly willed. This proves to be his downfall, if losing, he tends to taunt or laugh even when having his face pummeled in, pushing his limits, absolutely certain he can turn it around no matter the circumstance. Which also, is one of his greater strengths.

If there's a task that needs to be taken care of, Sol is always ready to leap into action. Even before becoming infected, he was always fearless in the face of danger, explaining why he chose such a dangerous position when first getting involved with Eden's military. He's always been big on backing up his comrades; he may be a pest and quick to tease others for being what he perceives to be "underlings", but he cares deeply for others and will go out of his way to assist when necessary.

Since his time in Eden, he has always been a very personable fellow, preferring to mix with everyone over being an elitist jerk like some of the other soldiers he was friends with. He's always been approachable and while his brashness with his outward affection (be prepared for a noogie if you get close enough for him to get you in a head lock). All around, he's a really friendly guy without a judgmental bone in his body. The only real way to etch under his skin would be to badmouth any of his packmates, even the ones he may not be all that close to.

- impulsive | rash | cocky | headstrong | oblivious -
Unfortunately, being as brave as he is also means he doesn't think things through very often. When something dangerous rears its head, he will always be at the front line, poised for attack. He doesn't listen to the words of wisdom from others and will always leap before he looks. He is always the first to admit this bad habit of his, but it's almost as a joke considering he treats it so flippantly, it's like admitting he's got a problem and doing absolutely nothing about it. In his own words, "it's better to beg forgiveness than ask permission."

The "big dumb jock" type, before succumbing to the life of a wastelander; as an officer in Eden, Solitaire was appeared happy in his ignorance and it wasn't until the death of Verity and the reaction that he got after being bitten that he started to really wise up. Although he has remained skeptical, he's still mostly all brawn and little brain.

It’s also probably best not to invoke his temper, as he is known to completely lose his mind. Part of becoming infected has changed his temperament, making him black out when becoming too angry and usually resulting in the a pretty bad scrape from whomever it was that provoked him. On the surface, however, Sol is very chill and not all that much bothers him. It takes a lot of grinding him down to get him that enraged.

He also not the most perceptive guy out there; when he cares for someone, he's very open about it, but on the same token, he will have a hard time seeing anyone elses feelings. If he perceives the psudo-relationship to be one-sided, he will accept it without complaint, but won't know what to do if confronted with real emotions. The only reason Verity was able to reach him was because she was so direct with him. Regardless, they were not together for very long, so it was difficult to know if there really was something there for both of them or if Verity was stringing Sol along.

History:
Prior to becoming infected, Sol was living his life as an Edener; his life on the "inside" was mostly spent training to become a gate guard. He had a family and even experienced his first brush with puppy love toward a female ward. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time to see how far their relationship would blossom. The gate guardians received a staticy radio signal from one of the convoys on an expedition to locate and bring back supplies and, by coincidence, Solitaire happened to catch the name of the officers under attack. At the realization that his love had been part of that very day trip, he abandoned his post against the orders being bellowed at him when he took off. One of his fellow trainees chased after him, attempting to catch up with him and stop him. There were other officers already dispatched to the location, he tried to reason with Solitaire, there's nothing you can do anyway. Stop before you're considered a traitor for abandoning your post! But for Solitaire, it was too late in more ways than one. Hearing the yelping coming from the now seized and surrounded platoon, he had made it to their location just in time to witness her demise. When her attacker began to eat her right in front of him, he flew into a rage shrugging off his training partner whom had been trying to encourage him to run, and managing to wrench the smaller framed female from the infected rogue's jaws. Unsurprisingly, this resulted in taking a vicious bite to the flank. The infection set in fast and it wasn’t long after being bitten that he was exiled from Eden, never to return to his family or his job.

Feeling a deep sense of betrayal at being thrown out from the village he had sworn to give his life to protect, Solitaire stumbled confused and in pain through the wastelands, finding himself growing hungrier and weaker. It was only after obtaining his first meal that he found himself growing strangely stronger. Despite the pain, so long as he kept eating, he found himself becoming faster, his stamina was longer, he was becoming a beast.

Quite by accident, he stumbled into the territory of the Jager pack and was caught poaching their food. Rather than risk being killed by the pack leader and her cronies, he instead smooth talked his way into the lower levels, his size, strength, and overall discipline making him a prime candidate for the Creeper position. His colours provide excellent coverage when hunkered down in the dirt, and his willingness to accept a position of such great risk while leaving more seasoned members of the pack out of harm's way proved a fairly decent trade for the pack. While he openly swears his allegiance to Mynx, he is still a very shady character and it's difficult to tell if he's actually loyal to anyone but himself.

Thankfully, the alliance he held to the Jager pack was not for very long and almost as soon as his mate, Ophelia, and best friend Drix were all together again, the three of them struck out on their own to create The Dead Dogs.

"They don't care about anything but putting us down. We're useless to them. In their eyes all just dead dogs."

Relationships
Key:
- Family
- Dead
- Neutral
- Acquaintance - Friend
Good Friend - Best Friend
- Trust - Respect/Loyal too
- Crush
- Mate
- Lust
- Dislike - Loathe

He refers to his life prior to becoming infected and exiled as "pre-existence" or his "past life". He had friends and a life on the "inside" before being thrown out, but he prefers to avoid giving it too much thought. He's terribly conflicted after becoming infected; on one hand, he misses his family and his old life, but now that he has become what he had spent his entire life fearing, he has never felt freer. The worst possible thing has happened, and yet he has continued to live on...it became a mixture of exhilaration and sorrow. Still, he can't help feeling very lonely for the lack of companionship outside of the walls, and finds himself drifting back towards the city in hopes of at least a little conversation.

Father
Broadway: a very skilled operator, his smaller size and shorter stature as a corgi/australian shepherd mix making him ideal for the jobs he was doing. Unfortunately, he was killed during a tour of duty a few months prior to Solitaire's exile.
Mother
Enobaria: for a female, she is extraordinary in size. Currently works as a heavy scrapper. Her litters were the only things she lived for at one time; Solitaire is the sole survivor of her first litter and while she loves him dearly, after Broadway was killed, she started to pull away from all of her children to the point where she has, for the most part, shut down around them.
Siblings
All of Solitaire's litter mates (two sisters and a brother) were killed by fever or other infected canines on the outside. The only siblings he has left are three pups, all conceived shortly before his father was killed.
Black Jack (or just Jack) ♂
eldest in the litter
Spoons ♀
middle pup
Spades ♀
the runt
former mate
Verity
Solitaire's former love and a scowner. Was killed on her way back from a recon mission by a roving eater.
Ophelia an old friend from his previous life on the inside; the two of them weren't exactly the best of friends, but Sol was still pretty fond of her. He views her as weird, but with the knowledge that he is even more so, but in a different way, he takes solace in her companionship. With her job as a clipper, he is able to drop by close to the walls and catch her for conversations from time to time. Now that she has been bitten and has joined the land of the infected, the two are completely inseparable.
Drix an old friend of his from back in Eden. As a spaniel, on the surface she's adorable to look at and is often taken as a pushover just based on looks alone. Drix is none of these things. She's cold, calculating, and ferocious, all thing that make the normally manly-man Sol cower a little from her. Despite any misgivings, the two are obviously extremely close friends and he has no problem hailing her as chief now that they have started their own pack.
Calcipher he doesn't know much about Cal so aside from giving him a nickname and trying to convince him not to be such an apathetic pain, they don't have much to do with each other. But Sol is actually a very friendly guy, so he takes Cal at face value and doesn't bother questioning him.

voice speculation

Rp Example:
"You never talk about that." the dry voice of his spaniel companion cut through the silence that had lingered over the sleepy shepherd and his ears flicked in her direction.

"...wh...what?" he asked groggily, stretching his paws out and wiggling the ends of his toes to try and dust the sleepiness from their tips. Drix snorted, giving the shepherd a little glare.

"I'm sorry, am I boring you?"

"No! Just...long day, man." Solitaire grumbled back, yawning widely.

"I suppose I should be grateful that you don't have night watch this evening."

"Mm? No. More like...be afraid that I'm not." he yawned loudly for a second time, shaking his head. "Been up all night...watching."

"Hn. Well. I can't sleep."

"Good for you."

"You keep avoiding my question." she added in a snap and Solitare rolled his eyes.

"Not avoiding, ignoring! I'm sleepy. Can't you tell I'm sleepy??"

She rolled her eyes, moving closer to him and shoving the shepherd against the ground roughly, her paws pinning him down on either side of his head. He blinked, having not been at all prepared for an attack, especially a Drix attack. He didn't yelp, which was probably the most manly he could be when put in such a situation; being best friends or not, there wasn't a dog alive that wasn't even a little intimidated by Drix, especially with her wild temper. Still, he stared up at her with wide eyes, ears flexing down a bit as a sign of submission, but the rest of his body language seemed to be asking what the fuck she was doing. She was the brains and he was the brawn. That was simply how their relationship worked; it was always that way. But sometimes he needed to remind himself she was more than capable of becoming the brawn herself. He made a move as though to push her off when she very suddenly made a snapping motion for his neck and he growled lowly, about to snap back when he realized she had started playfully chewing on his neck like a puppy dragging along a ragdoll or something. He blinked, completely taken off guard by her reaction.

"...um?"

"Woke you up, didn't it?" she asked, mouth full of his neck fluff. He still looked incredibly uncomfortable, finally finding his nerve long enough to push her off.

"...<< that...is more than enough of that." he grumbled, dragging himself to his feet once she allowed him to push her off.

"I have asked you this question plenty of times, and while your mate is out, I think it's about time I got my answer."

"What the HELL are you going on about?"

"How did you escape the Jager pack?"

"Escape? I didn't escape. I went out on a mission as a creeper and just << never came back? It's hard to explain, but with so many other members of her packs and with...er...not much sanity left in her, Mynx has a hard enough time knowing where SHE even is let alone someone as unimportant as myself. She probably thought I was killed off or something." he shrugged, laying back down on the floor with a soft fwump. "For all I know, she might have thought I was another hallucination or something."

"Mm. Do you think she'll come looking for you?"

"Not if she doesn't believe I ever existed? Honestly, I don't think much about it." he raised an eyebrow comically at her, tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth. "Why? Hoping to run into her or something? Extra limbs must be your thing, eh?"

The spaniel rolled her eyes again, reaching a paw up and shoving Solitaire's face away from hers and into the ground. He sputtered a little at how fast she was, snout filling with dirt until he sneezed.

:: trivia ::
♠ tends to view everything as a game. Obstacles, problems, anything that arises is generally treated like something he can pull the wool over and weasel his way out of.
♦ Though generally cocky, he’s very difficult to rile up.
♣ Has the propensity to get very violent very quickly.
♥ Overall, he’s the type of guy you can’t know if he is on your side or not.
♠ Keeps his infection wound covered constantly and rarely removes the bandages except to clean or fix them.
♦ Has an unusual obsession with dreams.
♣ His witty charm easily attracts women, and while he might like to play around, he is scarcely the type to become too involved. This is because of his past relationship and how little he wants to think about it.
♥ likes to throw his weight around and tends to tease or pick on those he considers are not on the same level as he is (IE: everyone).
♠ since becoming infected, he heals much faster than he used to and can take a beating better than ever. However, when he has gone too long without eating (in most cases, more than a few hours), his muscles will seize up and cause him to slow down to the point of collapse if he waits too long. Mentally, if he goes more than a day without eating, he turns quite feral, unable to see or think or even process things without devouring something. It’s because of this he does his best to always keep a small snack on him at all times. Better a bite than nothing at all.
♦ often speaks in innuendos around the ladies, however he is strictly heterosexual, if not somewhat homophobic from his days in Eden's military.
♠ the irony of his position as a creeper is that the dog that had killed his former female was doing the exact same thing as his current occupation. Whether Sol appreciates the irony remains to be seen.
♣ Being a shepherd, he built for power, not speed and while he's perhaps a little faster than the average dog his size thanks to the infection setting in and taking the majority of the fat in his body to sustain the illness, he's still not as fast as, perhaps, a sight hound like Calcipher.

:: playlist ::
Counting Stars~One Republic
You Belong to the City~Glenn Frey
The Fallen~Franz Ferdinand
Van Nuys~Sixx AM
Nina~Ed Sheeran
It's a Sin~The Pet Shop Boys
Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya~Dropkick Murphys
Flight of the Conchords~Sugar Lumps

plot meme
Puppy meme