Post by MENTAL on Jun 13, 2009 21:56:43 GMT -5
name: Mental
pronounciation: Mental
alias:
age: 5
gender: Male
breed: Mutt
appearance:
Nose to neck.;; My nose is completely black and usually moist as well, though it has a random white spot on it. My muzzle is quite long and it's a light grey almost white color although it is sometimes stained with blood. My white fangs are sharp and not broken or anything like that at all. Pretty lucky for me. The rest of my face is a mixture of white and grey with a black patch covering one eye along with the ear on the same side. My ears flop down on the sides of my face and they can pick up even the smallest of sounds. My eyes are a dark grey almost black color with a slight blue tint to them.
Thee Body.;; I am a very very fit dog, you can see the muscles clearly under my white and grey coat. I have a few random black spots on my coat as well as a few random white ones in the places where my coat is more grey than white. I am a mutt, as you have probably already guessed. My coat it quite short, although not completely short. My paws are black, but just my paws, then my legs are white and grey again to match my my body. My tail is long and the hair on it is quite long. Which is very strange. My tail is also white and light grey, matching my body.
personality:
Present in the moment;; I live for the moment! Every opportunity that is presented to me is an opportunity that I am willing to take.
Conqueror;; I am a conqueror!! Even though I conquer less out of ambition than out of challenge - not of others but of myself. I know that each trial will improve my spirit a little more, and I am driven towards them. If I can't find a worthy challenge to keep improving myself with, I will find an unworthy one and pursue it anyway. Because even the unworthy challenges will improve my spirit and make me stronger. When one project seems too difficult or overwhelming I will sometimes challenge myself with something else in order to use that victory to boost my confidence enough to take on the bigger challenge. However, in my rushing from victory to victory I can leave loved ones behind in the dust.
To the death;; Fighting to the death isn't something that scares me. I am willing to do it for the right things. Maybe the wrong things too sometimes. My energy is not a guided missile, it's a cannon that needs to be aimed properly or others will suffer. And when I say suffer I mean it. I plow through any obstacles as if they don't exist, I don't let anything get in my way. It isn't so much ambition as the thrill of the chase.
I win; you lose;; At heart I am very competitive. I can and should, I suppose, control this trait. Especially when it leads me into obsessive conflict with loved ones. I must continually compete in order to prove myself worthy of my existence, life is a competition. But at it's best, my competitiveness is a way to challenge me to further heights. I always run faster and push myself harder when there is something to actually win; it is part of my nature and cannot be denied. I know that the most worthy competitor is me, but I do not leave off harassing others. It is too fun a thing to just give up like that. And a bit of competition is good for others.. And me.
Think fast!!;; I can go through give or six different feelings while others are still processing the first one. I can flare up in terrible rages and then be distracted again just as quickly. Lucky for some, my terrible rages can be quite bad when they flare up at times. My fancy darts from one thing to the next, too fast for commitment to be easy and I can fall in and out of love with amazing rapidity.
Love Me.;; I always seem to end up with two sorts of lovers, weak, passive ones that who let me have my way in everything. Though I do get bored with those ones easily, they don't really keep my attention for too long. Then there's the strong ones who stand up to me, with whom I am constantly fighting. Now, that is more interesting to me. Usually the strong ones end up leaving me though, tired of the battles, usually hurt and confused too. I don't consider it my fault. Surely a few arguments doesn't mean I don't love them. I will only ever be able to coexist with someone who understands and enjoys impersonal competition. Of course, that's only if I don't learn to keep the competition inside of myself and leave others out of it. But then, what fun would that be? None at all, exactly my point.
No Secret.;; I am also honest and open at heart. I rarely have to sit around and dig around to figure out what I'm feeling. If I am feeling something, it is usually strong, and usually everyone else notices it too, unless I am being exceptionally reserved. Though that's something I barely ever am. This could be very refreshing to others who are tired of playing guessing games. Though, it isn't always a good thing if someone takes advantage of it. But that's just very inconsiderate of that person isn't it. And if there's anyone that needs to admit a mistake and apologize then they should feel comfortable doing so because I will forgive them gladly and generously. I barely ever hold a grudge, though I am capable of doing so. If I am abused, and realize it, my anger can create lasting wounds. I need friends and lovers who will be honest with me at all times and stand up to me when it's necessary or I will just walk all over them. Though, I am willing to admit my own mistakes when someone points them out to me. I fight for the right not to have my feelings declared unacceptable, that is emotional integrity!
Black and White.;; To me the world is a black and white place. There are good guys and bad guys, and of course the unimportant bystanders. I am a good guy, no matter what I do at times. And anyone who gets in my way is of course a bad guy. I always need a clear enemy, and if I do not have one I might start inventing one.
history:
Born.;; It's cold, it's dark and I didn't know what had just happened to me. I can feel something against me though, but what is it? It's early morning and my mother has just given birth to a litter of two pups. Why there weren't more than two I do not know and never will know I guess. But then, that's irrelevant anyway. I don't know whether I was bigger or smaller than my sibling, nor do I know whether my sibling was a brother or a sister to me.
Taken.;; My little life with my 'family' didn't last long before they got taken away. Yet, I got left behind. I was old enough to at least take care of myself. Well, I had no choice but to learn really because I was on my own. And there didn't seem to be anything that would change that. Well, until I met a dog that became a good friend of mine and yet an enemy at the same time. He was young but seemed very experienced in the ways of survival. He taught me a lot.
How dare you.;; When I was a year old we'd been roaming together for almost as long as I'd been alive. But one day he just said 'Kid, I gotta go.' And that was the last thing I know because after that he just disappeared, seemingly off the face of the planet. But I'm perfectly fine with that, I can look after myself and I don't need anyone else around me to make me happy.
Who turned out the lights.;; One morning I woke up and I couldn't see anymore. This was a huge surprise to me and I don't even know what or how it happened but I just couldn't see any more no matter what I tried to do. I had to get used to it quickly though, which I managed to do. And now I can live just like any dog that can actually see. It's just sad that it makes some things a lot harder for me than it would be for other dogs. But I don't mind, a challenge is always welcome. There's not much to tell about my history after that, it's been pretty boring since then.
