Concord J. Rocks, a soldier for - well... he'd be a soldier for anyone, if was for the right cause... or wrong. He can't tell the difference anymore.

He suffers from PTSD, and can't help but think about the war, or more generally, wars, that he was in, because he has a constant pain to remind him: his right leg is missing from the middle of his thigh down. He has a prosthetic to keep him standing.

While usually out trying to forget by sleeping with women or men, you can often find him at a coffee shop or at his house reading some god-filled book, trying to make himself believe that it's okay to kill hundreds of men and women and children for his country, as so long as he got forgiveness from whatever god that gave it to him first.

He tries to find redemption in everyday, brick-on-brick life, but he really knows that the only way he could find even a sliver of it is by going back onto the battlefield, afraid, alone, and dog-gone dead.

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Name: Concord Jeffery Rocks
Age: 28
Species: Coyote
Sexuality: Bi-curious / Female pref

Eyes: Sea-green
Fur: Desert-brown
Markings: Brown
Hair: Brown
Height: 5' 9''
Weight: 156 lbs
Shoulders: 28 in.
Waist: 25 in.

Quirks: Amputee (right leg), avid coffee drinker
Hobbies: Running, swimming, karate (general)
Birthday: May 25th

Likes: tea, water, activities, humor, old movies
Dislikes: war, war stories, racists, guns

Specs: Ring around the end of his tail, right before the tip, about 3 inches wide; two bullet wound scars on his stomach, one on his right, upper abdomen, and one right above his left hip.

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JUST got over an illness... gave it to my mom, though, but I'm not quite sure if it's going to stay away. *shivers*

I know you're going to be mad at me -- YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE -- but it's just... hard, okay? To keep up with everything. I'm still really young. I don't want to grow up yet. This isn't a full time job for me, being online. Though, I don't have much of a life outside of the computer, at least I'm trying, ne? I shouldn't be, but I'm sorry. I really am.