Post by kenzie on Jan 15, 2012 2:36:14 GMT -5
MISHAP
"so raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways"
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
NAME mishap
GENDER female
NICKNAMES mis, missy, miz
AGE three years
BREED entlebucher mountain dog x border collie x pit bull x australian cattle dog
SEXUALITY heterosexual
PACK? loner
HI I'M MISHAP AND THIS IS ME:
Personality
Attention Seeker
Because Mishap was shut out by her family and deprived of attention she so desired in her first few months of life, she absolutely despises being ignored. She doesn't fear being ignored, just hates it with a fiery passion. When she feels she's been alone too long, she'll do anything to get any kind of attention. That could be picking a fight, fooling around with a sex-driven male, anything. Although, she does have her limits. She wouldn't do something that would put her in harm's way just for the sake of getting attention. Or, at least, she wouldn't do something if she knew it would end badly. Mishap hates it even more when someone else has the spotlight, and does whatever she can to turn all eyes to her. She loves being the center of attention, and has learned how to get the attention she wants quite well.
Alcoholic & Drug Addict
Over the first couple of years of her life, Mishap was introduced to drugs and alcohol by a friend of hers. From the very first night they met, she had her trying weed and drinking beer. At first it was only occasional, and she would only smoke or drink a couple times a week. Within a couple months, however, it gradually became more and more frequent, until she was smoking and drinking every single day. Now she's addicted, and can't stop herself from it. However, she does know when to suppress her desire to drink or smoke when beer or drugs aren't available to her, but if she goes too long without it, she becomes impatient and desperate, and will do what it takes to get what she wants. That could mean raiding parties and risking injury from angry, drunken humans, stealing from squatters, or taking the easy way out and making nice with fellow addicts when she comes across them only to have access to whatever drugs and alcohol they have.
Whore
Her whoreish tendencies didn't start until she was around a year and a half old, when she made the mistake of hooking up with her best friend's 'man.' Since then, she's desired that same pleasure and gets it when she can. This also ties into her attention-seeking tendencies. Sometimes she'll hook up simply for the pleasure of it, other times she's just seeking attention that she's been deprived of far too long. Either way, when she's offered a hookup, she usually won't pass it up.
Rebellious
Mishap loves to go against what she's told to do. If someone tells her to stay put and don't move a muscle, you can guarantee that the second you turn your back, she'll be running like the wind. This ties perfectly into her spitefulness, as she finds amusement and entertainment in doing things just for the sole purpose of pissing someone off. Tell her you hate it when someone is loud and obnoxious, and she'll more than likely start being loud and obnoxious around you. Although, her spitefulness and rebelliousness only apply to those she isn't too particularly fond of. If you've managed to become friends with her - and not many do, because they simply can't tolerate her - you can be sure that she wouldn't dare do anything to upset you or cause a fight or argument; she made that mistake once and she vows never to betray one of her friends again. Perhaps her rebellious and spiteful nature derived from raiding parties with Stevie; she loved seeing the infuriated expressions on the faces of intoxicated and clumsy humans as they chased after her, cursing and slurring their words and falling over chairs. No matter where it came from, it's something she'll never grow out of.
Vulgar
Yes, she most certainly does have quite the 'potty mouth,' so to speak. Normally, she refrains from inserting cuss words into every other word in a sentence, but when she's drunk or high, you can be assured that she has no filter on her mouth whatsoever. This leads to another partially flawed trait of hers: brutal honesty. It doesn't matter who you are, what you've done, etc., Mishap won't hesitate to tell you what she thinks of you whether you asked for her opinion or not. She never thinks before she speaks, and this sometimes causes trouble. As stated before, she especially doesn't care what you think of what she has to say when she's intoxicated. She doesn't deliberately hurt peoples' feelings; she simply feels that honesty is the best policy, even though most of the time she ends up bruising someone's pride and knocking them down a peg or two. Along with vulgarity comes extreme sarcasm, so don't be surprised if she gives you a smartass answer to a stupid question.
Reserved when sober, outgoing when intoxicated
Mishap started out very reserved and antisocial when she was just a pup, and that's the very reason she was pushed away and shut out by her family. When she's completely sober - which isn't very often at all - she tends to keep to herself and enjoy the peace and quiet. When she's drunk or high, however, she's extremely extroverted and chatty and enjoys a good time with fellow partyers. So, really, because she's drunk more often than not, she's more of an extrovert than an introvert.
Loyal Friend
One of her better characteristics is the fact that once you've become a friend of hers, she's loyal for life. She made the mistake once of betraying her best friend and it caused her the loss of a friendship and quite a few nasty wounds; she's made a promise to herself never to betray any friend like that again. If you're a friend of hers, she'll always have your back and she'll be there when you need her.
Clever
Despite the fact that she's an alcoholic and a drug addict, Mishap can think incredibly fast when she needs to. She's actually very intelligent, but never applies herself. She can get herself out of almost any situation, be it good or bad. Mishap pretty much only uses her smarts when she needs to raid a party or seduce a male into a night of pleasure, but if the need ever arises, she'll know exactly how to apply her cleverness to get out of a sticky situation.
Adaptable
Mishap accepts change with open arms, and actually sees it as a good thing. She's a strong believer in 'everything happens for a reason' and feels that when things change, it's because something good needs a chance to happen. If things were to change for her completely out of the blue, she would accept it willingly and allow things to happen as she feels they should. She can adapt to any kind of food - no, she's not anorexic or bulimic like many alcoholics and druggies; in fact, she eats like a cow - any environment, etc. She'll always find a way to make things work.
Relaxed
Mishap is very calm and 'chill' most of the time. She tries to get along with most anyone, though many don't appreciate her brutal honesty, vulgarity, or slightly childish party habits. She never complains and simply takes life as it comes. Perhaps this is all due to the drugs she does on a daily basis, or maybe she's just naturally calm and collected. The only time you'll probably ever see her not relaxed, is when she's angry, and it takes a hell of a lot to infuriate her. Other than that, Mishap is very good at keeping her cool; her calm demeanor sometimes even irritates others, especially if they're trying to insult her and she just makes a joke out of it. Mishap doesn't complain, and just takes everything in stride. In fact, she avoids those who bitch and moan all the time. She finds it annoying, and won't stick around for it. She's not quick to judge, despite being brutally honest. No, she'll wait until she's talked to you a bit before spilling out her current opinion on you. Whether she's easy to get along with or completely intolerable depends on who you ask.
History:There wasn't anything too abnormal about Mishap's history. Although, she did have her share of rough patches and... just plain strange events and stories. Her parents randomly bumped into one another one night, and Mishap was conceived in a 'spur of the moment' kind of moment. Both were quite intoxicated and weren't sure what they were doing, and it ended in an accident of seven. Yes, Mishap had six siblings - four brothers and two sisters. She hadn't been close to any of her siblings, not in the least. In fact, Mishap was the loner of the litter, and tended to keep to herself rather than join her siblings in what she saw as petty games and childish adventures. Due to the fact that she was so completely different from her siblings, her parents were convinced that it must be a mistake that she had been born into their litter. They saw her as antisocial and detached, much unlike the other pups. Because of their certainty that there was no way she belonged to them, they began to refer to her and address her as 'mishap.' When calling her, they would yell "Hey mishap!" or when her siblings saw her walking by them, they would say "there goes the mishap." It stuck, and they officially christened her 'Mishap.' Her parents were certain that something was wrong with her, and for that reason they shunned her and shut her out, practically ignoring her existence. Mishap became incredibly desperate for attention, and she never received it from her family. Even her siblings - despite the fact that she kept away from them before - followed their parents' lead and pushed her away. Mishap became so desperate for attention that she became rather annoying, pestering her parents until they even so much as yelled at her for it - that was good enough for her; attention is attention in her eyes. Soon, her father became so frustrated with her incessant pleas for attention that he left, never to be seen by any of the family again. Though the litter had been a drunken accident, Mishap's mother had fallen for the father of her pups in the time they had been raising them together, and she was furious with Mishap when he abandoned them. She began to show utter hatred toward Mishap, no matter what she did. Always yelling at her and spitting in her face, never showing her the least bit of kindness. The rage she had expressed at the departing of her lover turned into a hostile grudge that she would never brush off her shoulders. Mishap eventually became impatient and irritated with her mother's hateful behavior and her siblings shunning her and ran off, seeking the attention she had never received from those who brought her into this world or those she called brothers and sisters.
For weeks she wandered alone, scavenging food from garbage cans humans so carelessly left open outside of their homes and catching what minuscule prey she could. Because she was only seven months old at the time, it was difficult for her to fend for herself. She did end up getting in quite a few scuffles over food with smaller dogs, though she tended to deliberately pick those fights. Again, it was attention that she craved. Whether someone was spitting in her face or showering her with affection, she saw attention as attention, no matter what form in which it may have been being expressed. Her desire for attention became intense, and she couldn't bear seeing someone else get the attention the she thought she so rightly deserved, simply because she had been deprived of it in her early months of life. Mishap began to look for attention anywhere and from anyone she could get it. It was quite ridiculous. For four months she remained alone, picking fights and stealing any attention she could. She continued to keep to herself the majority of the time, when she wasn't seeking attention, and preferred travelling alone, though the loneliness would get old after a while. Her loneliness, however, completely changed one night.
Mishap had found herself wandering through the city, searching for a proper meal; she hadn't eaten an acceptable amount of food for at least a week or two, and hunger had begun to gnaw viciously at her stomach. As she passed an alleyway that seemed unoccupied, a figure stepped out of the shadows and introduced herself as Stevie. She wasn't too much larger than Mishap, only by a few inches. Her fur was a rich brindle in color and it was clear that she was a purebred Boxer. Though, the light of a streetlight above illuminated her coat, showcasing many scars and a very dingy and dirty pelt. Stevie had tired, bloodshot eyes and her voice was raspy and rather intimidating to Mishap, to be honest. Mishap kept her distance, wary of the brindle stranger. Stevie stated that she looked lonely and hungry, and knew where she could easily find food, and proceeded to assure her that she was no threat. With that, Mishap quickly decided that she was indeed desperate to find food and that she had to at least try to trust Stevie to lead her in the right direction without putting her in harm's way. Cautiously, she glanced around before making her first hesitant steps to follow Stevie into the alley, unaware that this moment would change her life.
Stevie led her to the very back of the alley, and crawled underneath a busted-out section of wood in a wooden fence, Mishap following close behind, glancing over her shoulder periodically to be sure she was the only one following Stevie. Beyond the wooden fence, were things Mishap had never seen before. The whole area smelled of a strange smoke, an intoxicating scent that made her feel a bit dizzy, but not a bad dizzy. She could smell beer and other alcoholic drinks of many kinds, things she had come across many times while scavenging for food. Canines of all different shapes and sizes lounged around, laughing and talking, the majority of them looking... off, in a way. As if they weren't 'all there.' Some of them would even stumble when they attempted to stand, and then laugh hysterically as they lay in a clumsy heap on the ground. This place was strange, but Mishap kind of liked the feel of it. Stevie led her to a back corner and introduced her to a couple of other canines known as Gypsy - a petite Shetland Sheepdog mix - and Ace - an emaciated and scraggly German Shepherd. Their eyes looked... weird, and seemed to dilate. They were completely out of it and incredibly slaphappy, yet calm and relaxed. Their words were slurred and they couldn't seem to even focus their eyes on her, they were so intoxicated. Mishap asked Stevie what was wrong with them, and Stevie simply chuckled and informed her that they were 'high,' a term Mishap had never heard before. After a few more questions, Stevie had explained everything and Mishap was beginning to understand. In fact, she wanted to try a bit of whatever it was that in their system; it seemed fun to her. It wasn't long before Stevie led her to another area in the same hidden alleyway from which extremely strong fumes were wafting and rushed into her nostrils. They approached more dogs sitting around a plastic-looking cylindrical object that was another new discovery for Mishap. What looked like smoke was coming out of it, emitting more of the fumes that had just flooded her nose. More questions, more explaining, and she understood. Stevie urge her to try it, but she was hesitant, not sure if she wanted to make herself look like a fool, as the rest of these dogs had. But when Stevie said that she would be outta there in a heartbeat if she didn't try it, Mishap had second thoughts about it. Being kicked out would mean more deprivation of the attention she so desired, and she absolutely refused to let that happen again. Immediately, she did what Stevie told her to.
For nearly six months, Mishap remained with the partyers and the druggies, adapting to the lifestyle. Stevie introduced her to many new and interesting things over the months, things that fascinated Mishap. Smoking weed was an occasional thing at first, and she only did so maybe twice a week. But it soon became an addiction, and she gradually smoked more and more until she was doing it every day. She even had her first taste of beer and other alcoholic drinks in those six months, and that too became quite a habit. Every day for months on end, Mishap smoked weed - and sometimes pot - and drank. Stevie even showed her where to go to get the weed and the beer, and how to go about it. They sneaked into many a human party, stealing what they could and getting the occasional kick in the ribs or beer can to the face from an angry human. They stole things from squatters as well, who were much less stingy about their alcohol and drugs. It was an adrenaline rush for Mishap, sneaking into parties and making a mad dash for the weed or pot or bear and trying to get out without being beaten to death or captured and taken to the pound. They did succeed every time, however. Though Mishap obtained quite a few bruises and small cuts and scrapes, and even a cracked rib on one occasion when a human male basically drop-kicked her out the door. Not only that, but also in those six months, Mishap had developed a thing for Ace, the scraggly German Shepherd she had been introduced to by Stevie on her first night there.
Everyone was well aware that Stevie and Ace had always had something going on, but they had never made it official. Mishap ignored what everyone told her, and went for him anyways. They would sneak off in the middle of the night and raid parties, smoking the weed and drinking the beer alone while laughing and chatting. One night, however, that laughing and chatting turned into a whole lot more when Ace made a move. They were getting a bit too close, but it wasn't like Mishap was going to refuse him. Instead, she gave in, letting herself risk her friendship with Stevie and the others for one night of pleasure. Unfortunately for her, someone had followed them out one night by order of Stevie, and immediately went back to her and reported what they saw. Stevie was infuriated, and was impatiently waiting for Mishap when she returned, Ace only a few minutes behind to try and make it look as though they weren't together. After a heated argument and a small scuffle that left Mishap with her fair share of small wounds and Stevie with a mangled front leg, Mishap was kicked out. Without hesitation, she grabbed the beer she had raided from a party that night with Ace and took off, never to see Stevie or her drug buddies again.
Many months passed, and Mishap traveled through several states, still seeking the attention that she had first been deprived of and then had had for so long until one mistake screwed it all up. She picked fights and even occasionally found others that shared her same addictions and habits, ready and willing to raid parties and smoke and drink with her. However, she didn't stay long with any of them, for fear that she would once again become close to them and then make another disastrous mistake. Once again she detached herself from others, except for the occasions when she had been starved of attention for too long and she picked a fight or allowed herself to be seduced by a random male off the street for one night. She kept up this routine about a year and a half, and began to become bored with it. Now, she had made her way to Cascaro. What will the next chapter in her story be? Only time will tell...
YOUR NAME kenzie, kenz, kenziepoo, ken.. anything like that.
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