BIG OL' DOG [open, playing with Ace]

[Shadow]

[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase"]personally, reaper liked cats better than dogs and would take a feline any day over a smelly beast that growled and pissed and chewed on everything in sight. And besides, dogs wouldnt poop in a litterbox and took much more food to maintain. In his opinion, it simply wasn't worth it to have a dog. But as he saw the boy playing with the old-looking canine, he couldn't help the small smile that broke out across his lips as he approached the two. He missed having a pet. "can i toss it for him?" he made a vague gesture to the stick, and although his facial expression wasn't visible behind the mask, he was grinning broadly.

i feel like im betraying dogs bc irl i hate cats

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]unlike his friend, jack very much liked dogs.. especially if they were as big and tough looking as he was. the man would move over, glancing over everyone and chuckling softly. "what happened to being a cat person, reyes?" he asked, nudging him slightly.

[victoire.]

bonjour,,,,,,,,,, tracc

[Gray]

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[Shadow]

[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase"]if he could get the stick from him? Psshh. Taking the end not in the dog's jaws, he gave a tug that was just hard enough to shake Ace's head a bit, but not hard enough to dislodge it from the boxer's vicelike grip. After a few more playful, less serious tugs, he was able to pry it from the dog's jaws and sent the stick flying about ten feet away, watching the dog run after and retrieve it. He remembered back in the military he had once worked with a dog; the canine had been the most ferocious dutch shepherd he'd ever met. He had managed to gain the dog's respect, but it came at the heavy price of a quite nasty bite to his forearm that ended up scarring. After gabriel's punch to his nose, that dog hadn't attacked him again.

[victoire.]

i'd always been more of a cat person, but dogs were okay too. just in the way that i was a coffee person, but i could probably bring myself to drink tea if it was on offer. not that either were frequently available at flintlock, which i classed as a gross tragedy, since i needed all the hours in the day i could get in order to make the most of my time, and i couldn't be hampered by simple trivialities like sleep. i was very busy, lots of work to do, lots to get done, etcetera, etcetera, ad nauseam. i'd once tried to make myself a coffee substitute using ash, roasted brown rice, and a whole bunch of other nasties, but it just hadn't done the trick. shame. still, by now i'd pretty much trained myself to survive on only a couple of hours of sleep, which meant that i did have eye circles so dark they could've featured as part of gray's wardrobe, but that was just how it was. greatness through suffering, and all that. platitudes had never been to my taste, not really – they so rarely had any truth in them.

still, i did quite like dogs. the bigger, the better; if a dog was huge and loud and enthusiastic, that was just the way it was.

/ this is a frankly terrible wip

[color=black][spoiler=tags — updated feb 2]
GENERAL
– victoire 'vic' evelyn frankenstein
– demigirl | she / her, its / it
– fifteen years old
– apathetic about sexuality, likely asexual / aromantic
– megalomania and manifesting psychosis
– flintlock lodge

BACKGROUND
– when she was six years old, both her parents died in an avalanche
– victoire grew up by herself in flintlock, and practically raised herself
– recognised her mental abilities very early on and began to hone them
– has been with flintlock since she was born, but without parents

PHYSICAL
– stands at only five foot tall
– fairly skinny in a childlike fashion, not very developed
– has a mature and serious face, but an upturned nose and rounded cheeks like a child
– has dirty blonde hair cut into a choppy bob
– wears a lot of dungarees, pinafore dresses, oversized flannels and sweaters

PERSONALITY
– ambitious, brilliantly intelligent, mischievous, witty, weird, sarcastic, unethical, narcissistic, warm–hearted, blunt, self–absorbed, sweet, funny, argumentative, smart–ass, protective, know–it–all
– little miss snarker | mouthy kid | teen genius | mad scientist

RELATIONSHIPS
– npc x npc, both dead
– both her parents died in an avalanche
– single | not romantic or sexual, really

INTERACTIONS
– medium physically | extremely hard mentally | vicious
– small but can get very angry and isn't afraid to hurt someone
– incredibly intelligent and will outsmart you before you know what's happening
– excellent biological knowledge, allowing her to do a lot of physical harm
– not necessarily much of a fighter, though[/spoiler]

[Gray]

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