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nihil novi sub sole.
GENERAL | last update: 5/31
✦ arcade gannon
✦ male | masculine presenting | he/him
✦ three and a half | ages real time
✦ member of the rift
— previous:
NPC x NPC | sibling(s): none
✦ closeted homoromantic | a/homosexual
✦ crush(es): none | no maybe crushes | single
✦ ½ [ ship here ]
[MAIN] BODY: white shepherd | health: 95%
✦ a stiff looking, wavy furred shepherd with dark blue eyes. dust covers his coat with thin spotting, almost makeup like. his nose is long and sharp, and has a semi strong build. though regardless, he looks vulnerable rather than brutish. his face is commonly apathetic, and the only telltale sign of joy or anger are his long ears. he has a pair of glasses, and a thin small looking dog tag that will make him hostile if asked who it belonged to.
✦ a lil' scratched up
✦ DOCILE UNLESS PROVOKED | NOT BRUTE | NO MAIM/KILL — capture with permission — no powers ✦ POWERPLAY ALLOWED ONLY FOR PLOT REASONS
PERSONALITY
✦ ( intp / chaotic neutral ) — highly intelligent, personable, quick-witted, self-deprecating
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Arcade clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, resisting a pant of exhaustion. He trotted along with a lazy look dulling his eyes to be clouded with an almost grey. The male wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up on an island, it was dark at the time. Though it was morning when he woke, a faded morning with colorless skies. It seemed like he had been walking forever, it smelled of life, but whenever someone reeked closed, he darted. There was a pit of anxiety in his throat, it wasn't betrayed by his face. Arc was glad for that much, the lack of emotion he was capable of.
He didn't want to finally be forced to talk to another living thing, but it seemed inevitable. Bored, simply walking in circles, waiting for someone to finally catch up with him. Arcade was contradicting himself, wanting to see someone, but running every chance he got. At some point someone was going to attack him with the assumption of bad intentions. Though he wasn't hunting, despite the growl in his stomach.
The shepherd stopped walking, sitting down. The knot in his neck growing by the second, he would die today.
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Hearing the exhausted voice, Arc turned his long face to meet the smaller comrade. His eyes narrowed, wondering if this was a dream, watching such an oddity actually speak to him. A raccoon, something he could snap the neck of. Dogs hunted them for their pelts once upon a time, in more feral days. Yet here he was, about to, talk to one?
"Ah, yes uhm." Lifting his arse off of the stiff ground, he'd clear his throat, trying to appear a more friendly face. Spoiler alert, it didn't work. "Would you by chance know where I am?"
On an island you dimwit, he could answer that himself; But maybe Arcade was just grasping onto the hope that he had made it somewhere safe, homey. However cheesy it was, he'd love to find a group he could call family once again. After all these years.
"How rude of me, I'm Arcade," The shepherd rumbled out, no smile, but some sort of kindness deep down.
//owo howdy
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The raccoon seemed just as monotone as him, though for the other this would have to be routine. Soon enough it would be for the white haired stranger as well. Irony was just dripping in this interaction. From interpretation of how strong the raccoon was, to how Arcade was the nervous one, and the "prey" was not.
There was a switch in his head as two names were dropped. So this was a place, how.. curious. He could only wonder where the main living area was, surely not tunnels. Maybe he was just idiotic and was incapable of finding it after hours of wandering. What came next was an internal debate, of someone like his father vs. who Arcade wished he was. The desire to find his family, his past grouping. The desire to start anew and show off how smart and innovative he was. His father would be so proud of the latter, maybe for once Gannon Senior wouldn't stare at him with those cold eyes. Didn't Matter, he was dead.
"Could I stay here a while, almost a trial membership." Of course he chose his father's desire, he was a doormat without any manipulations from others. Arcade curled his lip, moving the glasses up on his nose. This other was definitely still an odd fellow, but he figured he'd know him more in mere days.
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Narrowing his eyes to come up behind the other canine, he decided to stay silent. Entertained by the shock of the cold salt water, he didn't like it either but it didn't warrant a screech. This morning was so quiet, and per the usual that had to be ruined by someone. Arcade was just a trial member, but still, this was an annoyance.
Seeing as the stranger had already asked a vague enough question, the light shepherd would sit himself down to watch the childlike amazement at one of the simplest elements.
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Arc's tail was softly swishing behind him as he approached the leader, and the other who was apparently handling the tasks. What an odd way of doing things, giving away missions like candy. Though who knew, maybe it would fix up this god-forsaken dump.
"Give me a easy one.." The dog sounded lazy and bored, in all honesty he wouldn't mind a good hard thing to do; But at the risk of it being a party, or foreign relations. No thank you.
He was sure to try and make a name for himself here, at least before he left just like he always did. It seemed medial to do that through robotically generated ideas. Regurgitated monthly if he had to guess. Maybe Arcade should stop being so cynical, but that seemed to be the only source of entertainment besides the occasional joiner.
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"Do none of you know how to be even fucking remotely helpful?" They were all standing around like this was a soup opera, he didn't care if they didn't like his attitude, this was quite literally a medical emergency. Asking obvious questions, it was damn annoying; And it left Arcade to do anything remotely healing related. Sure he knew how, but the question was more 'do you actually want to help'. The answer of course was no, but he was presented this.
"Did you even clean them?" He definitely wasn't going to be nice, no no, that was for medics. He wasn't a medic, he was a canine with medical education, never a medic.
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A weight fell off his shoulders as the other approached, setting to work. Of course Arc could criticize him too, not using the latest methods. He was the true king of being an ass.
"It's not my fault you have pregnancy hormones honey." There was a heavy layer of sarcasm in his voice as he turned to the female, hard unblinking eyes and a stiff tail. His glasses were starting to slide down his nose, though however much it annoyed him he would ignore it for now. "You're not dying on our watch!" He was a dick, but he wasn't apathetic. Clanmates were loyalty bound.
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Arcade clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, resisting a pant of exhaustion. He trotted along with a lazy look dulling his eyes to be clouded with an almost grey. The male wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up in a jungle, it was dark at the time. Though it was morning when he woke, a faded morning with colorless skies. It seemed like he had been walking forever, it smelled of life, but whenever someone reeked closed, he darted. There was a pit of anxiety in his throat, it wasn't betrayed by his face. Arc was glad for that much, the lack of emotion he was capable of. He didn't want to finally be forced to talk to another living thing, but it seemed inevitable. Bored, simply walking in circles, waiting for someone to finally catch up with him. Arcade was contradicting himself, wanting to see someone, but running every chance he got. At some point someone was going to attack him with the assumption of bad intentions. Though he wasn't hunting, despite the growl in his stomach. The shepherd stopped walking, sitting down. The knot in his neck growing by the second, he would die today. He knew what clan was supposed to be around here, psychos, but to be fair he would probably fit in like a puzzle piece. Arcade was a fucking cynical dick-wad.
// gonna rp around the clan bc it'll take awhile for him to fully join
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If Arcade was being true to himself, he already knew that he'd be awful at fighting. It seemed like forever ago that he had ever sunk his teeth into anything except food. Maybe it was just the fact he was a timid nerd, but considering how sharp his tongue was you'd think more people would try to gut the asshole. As the white canine approached the much smaller creature, he was tempted to smile at how stupid this fight would be. It'd be balanced against him, even though this female was the size of his two front legs.
"Let's do it." He didn't feel like sparing extra words for such an informal thing. This wasn't meant to be elegant or kind, he was allowed to be a little rude.
Arc wagged his tail leisurely, feeling the ground brush underneath it like a broom. Only covering his coat with a little more tan coloring, he liked it though.
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What the actual fuck, what kind of clan fought itself. Sure some spars, or drunken stupid fights. But this was idiotic, Arcade's eyes were narrow and judgmental as he joined the group. His lip was raised as if in disgust at the behavior of the supposed leader. Maybe he had missed something, a completely logical explanation for why there was inter-clan violence.
Not mentioning one of them was a mere child, he was baffled. Everyone else just brushed it over, acting like it was just typical everyday stuff. He glanced over at Xael, and a dog that he didn't recognize. Everyone looked so stoic and blank; And in that moment he wished he knew what everyone was thinking.
The shepherd sat, tipping his head back to let his glasses slide back up his nose.
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If a dog could flush from worry, he'd be a shade of brighter ivory, Backing up to make an equal distance between the agreed foe. He seemed to be confused for a second, internally debating to take off his glasses. The male didn't need another weakness, and if he couldn't see her then it was all blind. Though to be fair, until he was smart enough to figure it out all of his battles were blind. The shepherd shook them off, with a crinkled nose as they hit the ground. Arcade was just glad he didn't miss when he kicked them to the slide, watching them blur away. He was badly shortsighted, he hated everything about these eyes.
"Trust me I'd be glad to be you." The dog laughed, "With all your lines, and colors.." He was making fun of himself, maybe just a way to pour off tension. He skidded forward, paws first, a shower of dust floated in the air, and the jungle sun was beating down on them. His coat was sweating. He only wanted to disrupt her stance, make Xael fall so he could jam down with paws the size of her head.
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// bc this was before my joining a simple track
