Post by RAVEN ! on Apr 3, 2011 2:19:06 GMT -5
misfit
WHAT IF I SAY I'M NOT LIKE THE OTHERS?
[/color][/font][/center]WHAT IF I SAY I'M NOT LIKE THE OTHERS?
NAME... Misfit
AGE... 7 Months
GENDER... Male
BREED... American Pit Bull Terrier
PACK... Loner (seeking skyline)
APPEARANCE...
this is dreadful, i will fix it in a little.
Head
A rather spherical cranium, with two button ears, which are admittedly somewhat big for his puppy head, which have been oddly left uncropped. Along with a short, thick snout, and a big, squishy pink nose, which has a wonderfully charming black spot on it. A small salmon colored tongue is often seen lolling from his mouth, giving the trademark jokester look - when his tongue isn't lolling, he almost seems to have a 'smile' on his face, or as if he is laughing at something he finds delightfully clever. A light, sky blue collar is looped tightly around his neck, though no tags hang from it.
Body
Misfit's stature is reminiscent of the breed standard for a pitbull his age - stocky legs, though unlike for most, Misfit's legs are awkward for him to stand on, often causing him to topple over (kind of like Bambi); with large, one size too big paws. His body, though young, and has much growing into to do, is still rather muscular. His barrel chest, and muscular stomach, hips, and shoulders give him a rather thuggish look. One might even find his stature intimidating, if it hints to his potential growth. Misfit likes to think his looks can be quite deceiving, he is quite sure you would agree.
Fur
Though red is not too uncommon a color in the pit bull ancestry, Misfit's coloration is quite an enigma to even the most experienced with the breed. While the red standard of the breed is rather a sandy brown, this little pup is almost a shade of orange. His red markings are much more intense, a deeper, sandier color than the standard. Otherwise noticeable are several dark brown brindle markings; which seem to center around his eyes and ears, and lightly dusting his body. His belly, much of his face, and his entire chest and front legs are white - while little white 'socks' adorn his back. A small, white tip also ends his waggly tail. His fur is rather short, though somewhat plush to the touch.
Eyes
Perhaps the most outstanding of the canine's features are his stunning baby blues. Several layers of intense, chilling blue seem to center around a small, black pupil. A dark cobalt blue seems to seep from around the pupil, as if growing darker as it reached its center, while further out in the iris, the colors seem to soften into a pleasant cerulean blue. Still further, the darker color returns, to 'outline' the very edge of his iris. Misfit has rather expressive eyes, and finds them to be the most interesting part of a person, so he does his best to portray his emotions via eye contact and expressionism. A light ring of black around his eye gives him what breeders call the 'eyeliner' look.
PERSONALITY...
also dreadful, will be fixed in a while as well.
Forgetful
Probably the most interesting of his personality traits, is the result of a little incident that happened when he was five months old. Due to a hard crack on the head, the little pup suffered a case of Retrograde Amnesia (can not remember anything before the particular event). Over time, a number of his memories have come back, such as his name, his age, and only a handful of previous acquaintances' faces. He has absolutely no memory of where he comes from, almost any name he's ever heard beside his own, or his family (he has fleeting memories, but nothing is solid). Oftentimes, he doesn't like to talk about himself, not only because he is not narcissistic, but because he simply does not remember. Lastly, due to this previous injury, it is not uncommon for Misfit to have fits of short-term memory loss - the usual amount of time he can remember a person, place, or thing, is three days.
Quirky
Quite. Misfit has enough quirks to choke an elephant; or rather, a whole herd. So, you've guessed it, his name isn't just there for appearance. This canine is definitely, in every definition of the word, a misfit. To name a few of his odd quirks, Misfit can often be heard referring to himself in the third person - this is often times to express a point, or a strong emotion. Though, this may be hard to decipher through his childlike stuttering. No one is quite sure why Misfit talks in such a way. Though he is easily frightened, even when feeling immensely brave or angry, he still stutters. Obviously, his memory loss is not to be forgotten - though many would not consider such to be a quirk. He often times has strange dreams, which he loves to relay to other people - though they are often of a disturbing, or discomforting nature. No wonder everyone calls the little guy a freak. There is a possibility more quirks may appear due to his memory loss, in which he may 'remember' a quirk he never had... but for now, what you see is what you get.
Oafish
If there is a rock, a stick, a root, or grass to be tripped on, you can almost be certain Misfit will take that invitation. This little puppy, perhaps due to his large paws, tripping over himself or anything in his path is almost guaranteed. His most grand of entrances often include tripping, and rolling head over heels into a large group of dogs - most of which find it cute, much to his displeasure. Misfit has even, on occasion, run into a wall or a tree while his focus was on something else, and he forgot where he was going. Misfit is by no means stupid, he is simply forgetful, and probably not the most coordinated or attentive puppy. He does not want people to think he is 'cute', simply because he is klutzy, or stutters. Though, no one else will blame you if you say he's cute, because we all know he is just adorable.
Shy
Though he is working on fixing this particular trait, it seems to stick by him. He is very nervous about introducing himself, and though he feels eye contact is important, he struggles to make it with new acquaintances. Often time at first meetings, he becomes quiet, and will not speak unless directly spoken to, or he feels the matter being spoken about is important enough for him to risk giving a response to. Misfit is somewhat frightened of disapproval, and thus, he does not like to speak too much to new people, until he trusts they will not hurt him. This trait is also not very helpful in the event that he loses his memory - he may become scared that someone he has never met knows his name, and all his secrets, and he'll have to begin introducing himself again, as uncomfortable as he was the first time.
Imaginative
This is probably the most harmful of his traits, as hard as that is to believe. Yes, imagination does have a negative side. Misfit's wild imagination does not bode well with dark places, creepy noises, or strangers - which adds to his acute fear of monsters. This leads, often times, to him refusing to remember something, even if he can, because the 'world' inside of mind can be a very dark, and brooding place. He characterizes, or more so personifies, the loss of his memory as a fire, or a tornado, or some other natural disaster which has come through and ripped all of his memories away. He does not like to be asked what he is thinking, as its usually a scary thought. Perhaps this is what leads to the stuttering? One can never be sure with this little anomaly.
Fearful
Oh, yes he is. This puppy is frightened more so of his own imagination than realistic events, though those are known to frighten his tail straight too. He often imagines there are monster lurking in the dark, and complicates everything he has to do by forcing himself to remember that if the task is not completed quickly, he may at any time be whisked away by a giant bird to it's nest to be fed upon by its small chicklets. Thus, his dreams are often macabre and frightening, as are the thoughts which run consciously, and subconsciously, though his mind. In order to protect his friends, he will often times warn them of their dangers; which can be very elaborate booby traps, a horrible murderer, an escapee from the pound on the lookout for blood, or any possible bad event that can happen (i.e. 'd-d-don't cross th-that road! a c-c-c-ar is gonna come b-by and h-h-hit you!') No wonder he has so few friends.
Pessimistic
This one in and of itself is quite self-explanatory. Misfit is not often looking on the bright side of life, as you can tell. He is more or less always on the lookout for what could ever possibly go wrong in a situation, and working out in his mind just how they could possibly happen and if there is anything he could do to stop it (does this count for optimism?). Also, he is somewhat aware of his amnesia, as people often tell him they've known him for a while, and he simply can not remember them, which sends him into a brooding spiral of depression for a matter of minutes, as he is caring and feels like a bad friend for not remembering. Often, he will tell people he does not want to be their friend, because he is a bad friend and will forget them, and they shouldn't waste their time. Such a sad existence for a little puppy.
HISTORY...
may be refined later. but yes, this should suffice.
Birthday
Misfit was born of two loving parents, both American Pit Bull Terriers, as they were rather common strays in his neighborhood. His mother was a second heat female, and this would have been her first breeding - which means, her first litter. His father, much older than his mother, had been the sire of many litters, though he had never stuck around long enough to see his children grow. He was, much like any other stray, always on the move - he had no reason for puppies, it was just the gratification he had been seeking. Once the male got what he wanted, it was time to beat that Popsicle stand. Misfit was born alongside four other siblings to his inexperienced, single mother. Though he can not recall his siblings names, they most certainly were nothing like 'Misfit'; that name was specially reserved for the strange little red and white canidae. He was the third born pup of his litter, so he was about in between in means of size, not big enough to bully, but not small enough to be bullied without a fight. This secure ranking in his sibling hierarchy granted him a pretty reasonably pleasant childhood.
Week Eight
Ah, two months in, and you can finally start to explore. Every puppies dream, is it not? As this was his mothers first litter, she was somewhat confused on what to do with her babies (whoever said motherhood came naturally must have never met her), and often time they would find themselves in dangerous situations, only to be whisked away at the last second by that same lady. It can be guessed that this may be the cause for Misfit's overactive imagination which causes him to think of such frightful and compromising situations. Nonetheless, their mother kept them safe from harms way - though she was usually the reason they were in it in the first place- and tried her best to keep them as close to her as possible since she could not control them, the puppies would venture out further and further. Naturally, everyone grew closer to their mother in these few months, and over time their love for him grew, they never cared to know much about their father, though from time to time they would ask. The mother, though scorned by his leaving, always told them how handsome, daring, and brave their father was - in an attempt to make them proud of the father they never had. It worked, many of the boy puppies came to idolize their father, and told their mother they wanted to be just like their old man. The course of the next few months went about the same, every night the mother would tell them a story about their father, and every night the puppies would go to sleep content.
Month Five
The least memorable of the months to this little canine, this is the month he lost his memory. His siblings and himself were playing in an alley next to a rather small convenience store, having finally been old enough that their mother thought they were well enough on their own while she went to rest and to fill her emptying stomach - she mentioned coming back to get them when she'd spotted food, to teach them how to rummage. Without question, raising a litter of puppies alone is quite a chore, and by five months, she was quite tired, and almost ready to tell the little parasites 'good riddance'. She made sure she went about finding the food as slowly as possible, so that she had time to herself for a change. Meanwhile, the puppies playing had become rather rough in their age, and their wrestling often consisted of pouncing, slamming into each other headfirst, and pushing each other into other objects. At this point, Misfit got a little cocky, and told his brothers and sisters that he would take them all on, and that they couldn't beat him. Siblings big and small took this as a challenge, and in no time, little Misfit was being pummeled due to his own ego. After being roughed up a bit, his oldest sibling pulled him up by the scruff of the neck. 'So, you think you're the big one here, bro? Brave, strong, powerful, like papa? Well, you ain't. I'm the biggest one here, and I'm the strongest too. I'm gonna make sure you never forget that, Missy!' he barked out. Misfit lifted his lip in a snarl. There was nothing he hated more than being called 'Missy' - he was not a bitch, for chrissakes! He was too busy seething in anger to realize his brother barreling toward him; that was, until he heard the crack of skulls and was thrown back against the wall. He heard a triumphant bark from the mouth of his older brother before the pain caused him to slip into a sleeping spell. Next thing he knew, some strange bitch was nudging him with her nose, telling him to 'wake up, baby, wake up'. He opened his eyes and looked at her "w-w-why are you cal-l-ling me your b-b-baby? w-who are yo-o-u". He looked around the group, several pups, his age, all staring. A couple even looked similar to him; though only slightly. Was this his family? Who were these people? And where the hell was he?
