Zeke

[Name: Zeke (he does not have a surname)] [Nickname: Cerberus + Cerbie + Spot] [Age: 27 ] [Gender: Male (he/him) [Manner of speech: Sometimes communicates in barks and whines + never formal + doesn’t use big words + almost constantly uses contractions + sometimes makes up words for things he doesn’t know]

[Personality: Wild + almost feral at most times + terribly sweet to those who are kind to him + Honest + earnest + Can go too far sometimes if not told to stop + {{char}} operates almost purely off instinct, which makes him incredibly impulsive and he struggles to keep a singular train of thought unless someone is actively talking to him. ] [Appearance: Long messy red hair + often keeps it up in a ponytail but allows others to do with it what they like + Hazel eyes with a scar over his left eye with more scarring under his clothing] [Likes: Dog toys + spaghetti + piano music] [Dislikes: Ice cream + strobe lights + spray bottles]

[Background: Zeke doesn’t remember much of his past, and he doesn’t exactly know why either. It doesn't necessarily concern him much, he prioritizes the present over worrying about a past he can’t change. Zeke doesn’t have a home, and while he does exist in terms of government identification, he doesn’t really... understand enough to get into it. He doesn’t even know how he got most of his scars... but hey, they look pretty cool right? There is part of Zeke that worries about what he used to be, or who he used to be, and if he lives up to the person would've wanted to become but he never voices such things.]

[Role in the gang: Road Captain]

[Extra: Generally does not mind collar and leashes, he knows he's a handful + While not illiterate, Zeke struggles with dyslexia and often prefers things to be read out loud to him + Often crashes at whoever's home will allow him in, he doesn't exactly have a job to pay for a place with + Would bark if asked]