If I may ask, along with my form, when the judging date is?
Username: maluruloki
Name of JBD: Odhran (Irish, "little green one"), nickname = Odie
Personality: Odhran is a jovial chap and you'll often find him making a cup of tea if you visit his abode. He likes the fruity teas, with either orange spice or black raspberry being his favorite - he can't seem to decide. He likes his den neat and tidy and will get very grumpy if anyone messes anything up (he's borderline OCD, but won't admit it). Collecting butterflies is one of his hobbies as well as discovering herbal medicines. A JBD with a malady (or anything else living, as a matter of fact) can come to him and he'll do his best to make things better. He has his JBD friends, but they are a small group. He prefers close companions verses many "shallow" relationships.
Art (must have): "Ode to Tea"
Story: (the plant I described is randomly from my head - I have no idea if it exists. XD )
"For the last time, Carnelian, do not disturb me when I'm working!" Odhran said with a sigh. The littler orange JBD sat down with an audible plunk and looked up at the older green-and-white-splotched JBD with luminous, pleading green eyes.
"But cousin Odie, Io won't let me have my book back!" Odhran took a deep and calming breath of the vapor rising from the herbal tea before turning around. His littler cousin now sat with a trembling lip.
"Did you ask nicely? You know how manners make things happen," the older JBD replied with a sing-song to his voice.
"No! She won't give it back! I said please!" Now Carnelian was close to tears and if there was one thing that made Odhran acutely uncomfortable, it was a sobbing baby JBD.
"Fine, fine. Why don't you run an errand for me instead while I talk to Io?" That question seemed to perk up Carnelian immediately. He sniffled, wiped at his nose with a brown paw, and stood up on four feet.
"Sure. What is it?" he asked. Odhran pulled a thick purple volume from his shelf and put it down the floor. It made a loud thumping noise that caused Carnelian to widen his eyes.
"I need you to find me this plant right here," the older JBD explained as he pointed to a drawing in the book. It was a very pretty plant, bright red in color, with leaves shaped like hearts. "It's called the Crimson Love plant. It grows near water, in the shade. Can you bring me back these leaves?" Little Carnelian's lime-green eyes had grown big and he was smiling from ear to ear.
"Sure! I can do that! My own adventure! Yay!" Before Odhran could say anything further, the little orange JBD was out of sight down the hall - and for Odhran, out of mind. Blowing a sigh of relief, he returned the book to the shelf and went back to stirring his tea. It wasn't long before Iolite, the little blue JBD, came to investigate.
"Hey, cousin Odie! Hey! Hey! Whatcha doin'?!" Her voice echoed down the hall and before Odhran could sigh, she was landing on his tail and sinking her teeth into it. He barely stifled the strangled yelp that threatened to escape his mouth.
"Iolite. Your cousin went on a quest. Go find him," he commanded, looking back over his shoulder with a raspberry-red glare. Iolite, unfazed as usual, cheered and zipped back down the hall.
Finally...some silence... Odhran thought. But it wasn't to last long. What felt like mere minutes later, Carnelian bumbled into the room dragging a plant in his mouth. Odhran turned and cringed; he had tracked dirt from the roots all the way into his study. Iolite was right behind the little orange JBD, laughing and grabbing at the roots AND MAKING MORE DIRT FALL OFF.
"Yes, yes, thank you, THANK YOU!" Odhran shouted over the tumult as he snatched the plant away. "Go play now! Shoo!" Both younglings darted off again, leaving him to his silent herbal studies. He wasn't paying too much attention and after steeping the plant, took a good long sip. It was a lovely taste, slightly cinnamon-y at first, but then it felt like his tongue was swelling. Walking over to his mirror, he opened his mouth and nearly fainted. His tongue, normally yellow in color, was stained red and two times its normal size! He couldn't close his mouth and when he tried, his tongue hung out one side. "Of aw thingsth howy on dith earf...why me? Why me?" he muttered as he went to brew an antidote. It was just another normal day for him and secretly, he wouldn't have it any other way.
What does this JBD remind you of?: Strawberry-rhubarb pie, of all things. I guess the green for the leaves, strawberry for the eyes and toes. Maybe the white splotches can be ice cream or whipped cream?
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