[chupacabras]

O3o love the hat and design.

By *-* Esmeralda *-*
Username:
Hurricane Fluttershy
JBD name:
Name's Tatumn, which you pronounce Tay-Tum. Yours?
Nickname:
Friends often call me Tate.
Gender:
Female and I know it!
Age:
I'm a young adult, about 19 or 20
Size-
Well, I don't see how this is relevant, but I'm between the size of a German Sheperd and a Great Dane.
History:
I was born in a city apartment. It was nice and all, but I had to get out more. So as soon as I turned 12, I went on my own out onto the streets with nothing but the hat my mother had given me. "It's your grandmother's." She would often tell me. "As long as you keep it, you will be safe."
Soon enough, I had met a group of JBDs, and joined them.We had a good life, as we could buy or beg for anything we needed. Our leader was a large, fearless Dragon by the name of Jake. All of us stood out in one way or another, whether it be fur designs, piercings, or clothing. But Jake, he was one of the smartest dragons I have ever met. He was the brains of our operations, and could still joke around, relate with some of the newer recruits.
One day, that all changed when the city decided to start curbing the local Jellybean population. Trucks with cages on the back patrolled the streets, grabbing whoever they saw. In the first night they came, our little gang went from 23 to 8. Me, Jake, and a couple others had slept in a hole we had excavated from beneath a dumpster, and had been passed over in the search. When we woke up to footsteps, some of the youngest with us perked up his ears.
"Don't come out." He hissed. "They look like they're hunting for something." So we huddled in our hole.
The next few days were torture as we tried to escape the city. I was walking without thinking, and didn't hear the truck pull up silently behind us. The next thing I knew, a noose was around my neck and metal surrounded me, until finally I found myself in a concrete cell.
~One month has passed~
I look with disinterest at the family who have just come in. They look the same and will probably act the same as all the other families.All the same with a single child, and two parents. The child getting excited over the cute babies, the parents explaining the responsibilities. But... wait. The little girl that has come is calm, and looks at all the dragons, not just the babies. I stand up straighter. Maybe this will be the one. She gets to my kennel, and I look at her. I smile, and greet her. "Hi." She says back shakily. Turning to her parents, she tells them decisively, "She's the one." They open the cage, and take me to the front, where her father pays and signs for me. I look up at her, and know that she loves me.

By Spiritbird
Story-
((This is the story of where she gets her hat.))
It was a hot afternoon in the cith when my first owner was out, and I was napping like the baby I was.
A dull thud jerked me out of sleep as I laid on the floor of my apartment home. I looked around to see my mother dragging a box out kf the closet. Looking at the box, I could just make out the words, "Family Heirlooms" handwritten on the side with a permanent marker.
"What are you doing?" I asked curiously. She finished pulling tge cardboard box out of all the clutter, and turned to face me.
"I'm just pulling out some things your grandmother left to us."she told me. Peeking into the box, all I saw were lots of old photos. BOR-ING! Looking futher, I pawed throught the pile, and wondered why Grandma had so much junk. It was mostly archaic photographs, so when my paw touched something soft and squishy, I panicked.
Squeaking fearfully, I backed away fast. Noticing my fear, Mom laughed.
"Tate, it's just a hat!" Grinning, she fished out a blue plaid hat with pompoms on it. My eyes lit up. The bat was so awesome! Maybe my grandmother's belongs weren't all old pictures. Plunking it onto my head, she laughed as it slid down over my eyes. I pushed it up and grinned as Mom said, "I've been waiting to give you this." She readjusted the pompoms, and continued. "As long as you keep the hat, you will be safe."
I looked up at the hat. It was so soft, and my favorite color, blue! Hugging my mother, I thanked her as the door opened. My owner stood in the doorway, smiling.
"Aaw, Tatumn, you're so cute!" She laughed, then picked me up. "And heavy!"
Personality:
:Flirty:
Tatumn is not afraid to show she likes someone. She knows she can get the guy she likes, and won't give up until they're dating. She loves to snuggle with people, and isn't afraid to go up to someone she likes and tell them how she feels. She is a bit of a romantic, though, and likes to cuddle in front of cozy fires in the winter.
She hangs around with lots of boys, bit she feels like she hasn't found the perfect one yet.
:Compassionate:
Tatumn is the kind of dragon who you'd hate to go against, and love to have as an ally. She cares very much about other dragons, and often spends her mornings helping them out.
WIP
:Stubborn:
Once Tate has her mind set, it's either help.or get out of the way.My way or the highway.Maybe if you promised her a flying pig and delivered it she would follow you... Since she makes lots of friends, she often calls in favors when she needs something big done. She will almost never stop, except to eat and rest, to get what she wanrs done done.
:Tomboy:
Tate has never been much of a girly-girl, and was never interested in froufrou things. Mayne it was growing up on city streets, but she could do anything, if not more, than a boy could do. She isn't afraid to get down and dirty and fight.
Theme Song-
So What by Pink
Likes and Dislikes
Likes
-Traveling
-The color Blue, like her hat
- Early summer mornings
- Music
- Cheesecake
- Meeting other dragons
Dislikes
- when someone steals her cheesecake
- Math (division, to be exact)
- Taking off her hat
-Being cold
-rude people
- being alone
Art-

This one I will p robably turn into an avatar if I win her. C:





Why I Want Her and What I Would Do With Her-
Well, when I first spotted her, I simply loved her design! Along with her hat, she seemee like a dragon you would see once in a lifetime. Then I started drawing her. That added another thing I loved about her. Her design is simple, yet easy to draw. My mind started whirring with ideas, possibilities, and stories as soon as I started my form. You ask what I would do with her? I will make even moar art (mostly because she's so fun to draw X3) I would also socialize her with lots of other dragons, and snuggle her everyday!
(I will probably work on the form until we can't anymore. >:D so back off peoples, Imma win this if I die trying!)

[nio]

OMG, that at. ;u;
Won't be trying, but I simply adore him/her. <3

[tokietok]

. W O R K .
. I N .
. P R O G R E S S .

Username: Mockingbird
JBD name: Maye
Gender: Female
History:

Maye was born and raised in a suburban city in Oklahoma.

Personality:

. W I P .

Art:

. W I P .

[Sheepcat]

Must have <3

[Ashenjay]

Username:
JBD name:
Gender:
History:
Personality:
Art:

[Novallic]

Username:
Tinebrook
JBD name:
Coffee Bean
though she will go by Bean or Coffee.
Gender:
Female
History:
Shivering, Coffee Bean walked through the cold streets, Lamps elumanting everything ahead and around her, but anything father then about 15 feet was blackness, swallowing blackness that threatened to engulf her within it’s cold arms. Snowflakes accumulated on her brown pelt, and her tail swished in the snow, covering her tracks but leaving an obvious trail of back and forth patterns.

Sighing, she stopped for a moment and watched her breath travel up in the air, snaking it’s way to the sky in a cloud. Looking around again, she tried to peer into the blackness. Her ears perked she took a step towards it. There was a outline, a large one at that. Suddenly, a girl stepped out, looking nervous, for she knew she had been discovered. Startled, Bean stumbled back and fell head over heels, tumbling backwards. “No, don’t be afraid!” The girl pleaded, taking a small step forward. Coffee stopped, and stared at her. Humans aways just kicked her away, because she lived on the streets and refused to be adopted. She used to love being on her own, being a trouble maker, but now it was not near as fun as it used to be. She craved companionship, a person to call her own.

The girl knelt down, resting on her heels, and reached in her pocket, smiling. She was glad the JBD did not run. Pulling out a large candy, she reached out her hand to Coffee Bean, holding her palm flat and putting the candy on it. Coffee could not resist. She cautiously approached her, sniffing the tips of her fingers before taking the candy from her hand.

“Good girl, that’s a good girl.” The girl praised her, petting the JBD’s head. She looked at the shivering thing, knowing that it was super cold, cold enough to penetrate even a JBD’s thick coat. So she took her extra hat out from her pocket and plopped it on Coffee Bean’s head, smiling. “I’ll call you Coffee Bean. Yeah. You look like coffee with creamer swirled in it.” She beamed, glad to finally have gotten the JBD She had been looking for. “Come on, Coffee Bean, let’s go home.”

(Just a small sample of each, I don't want to go too overboard Just in case I don't win her.)
Personality:
Independant
Bean is a very independant female, able to stand up for herself and go off on her own. She had plenty of time to gain self-confadence while exploring the forest when she was younger.
She is not very likely to accept favors or help with things, and she will accept being defended for some wild reason only half of the time.

Tomboy
Coffee is also not afraid to get dirty. She hangs out by herself most of the time unless she gets too lonely, and loves to run, kicking up dust as she does so.
Coffee is not afraid of storms. in fact, she adores them. She will go out and run in the mud is the middle of a downpour. Just get dirty, the go into a pond or river and wash off.
brave
Stand on a little hill rise while lightning and thunder crack across the sky. It makes her feel powerful, fearless, like nothing could ever stop her from being queen of the world.
She walks into a dark cave, giddy about what she might find, what new animals she might encounter, which of corse means her bravery does not always work in her favor, heince her running into a skunk once.

trustworthy
Coffee would aways keep your secret, never speaking of it to anyone, even a ant. She would never back down from a friend's side, aways defending them in time of need.

slightly sesitive
The only thing that can peirce her fur in insults. She knows they don't matter, but she revolves around others.opinions about her matter, and it hurts her when someone says something bad about her.
And when friends turn their backs or abondon her, get mad at her, she goes into a deep depression state for a while before she convinces herself that it's time to move on.

slightly unsocial
Coffee is not very good with social stuff. She does not aways know how to respond, and when she has a crush, it gets akward, because she has no idea how to flirt and usually emberasses herself.

Sarcastic
Coffee has a few weaknesses, and one of them is that she can be overly sarcastic.
Art:

[Shenan_the_cat]

Username: Shenan_the_cat
JBD name: Marshmallow because she's a chocolate colour JBD but her hat is soo soft and floppy it's like she's a half melted marshmallow.
Gender: female because I don't know any girl who don't enjoy a mug of hot choco.
History: Marshmallow was born an unordinary girl with her tail on top of her head like a fake hat, her mum noticed this straight away and her knitting was of quite an intrest to Marshmallow. She was soon knitted 'Floppy' the purple friend of Marshmallow's and now wears it over her chocolatey coloured horns. Her mother wasn't too happy with how often Marshmallow needed Floppy washing but that old torn hat has never been replaced by anything. But...maybe...she's stil looking.
Personality:
Shy

Marshmallow can't stand up for her self so instead of let others know this she stepped back from every one and became a shy little Marshmallow hiding away in a half ripped packet.

Kind and caring with a twist

Marshmallows are naturally very soft, squishy and make you feel all nice inside but this on has a twist she's kind enough to those she knows but touch her hat and you'll be the one melting.

Fun

F is for friendship lasting forever, U is for you and me, N is for anywhere down is the deep brown drink. Well she changed that a little but this song is Marshmallow's motto and she try's to be as fun as possible with out getting over excited and hurting people.

Art: It will be traditional so coming later.

[Dr. Vineta]

Username

Emberglow :3
I was Glisten when I posted this form xD

JBD name

I think I would name him...Emberglow! I love this name, it is also the name of a very loved character of mine. I think it suits him <3

Gender

Emberglow is a male.

History

Now, I shall start the story.
Emberglow, lives in Acorn Wood. He lives in a large, redwood treestump, about as big as your house! And at the very top of that tree stump, is a little gold sign saying 'Home to Ember', for the 'glow' part had broken off. Now, this little Ember, had a friend, called Amber! Her full name was Ambersweet, and indeed, she was very sweet. So every morning, Ember and Amber would go off at about 11 in the morning, after eating honey on toast, and they would walk around the five oak trees in the middle of a field of heather. Then they would climb to the top of the tallest hill in Acorn Wood, and would lie on the same patch they had lay on the previous day, staring up at the clouds and making shapes out of them. He'd usually find just a little blob of something, for Emberglow was not good at this sort of thing. Ambersweet would always find the most interesting an wonderful things of all.
When it was always time for Amber to go, at about 5 in the evening, Ember would always give her a flower, and maybe a little bight of something to eat. He quite enjoyed having tea with Amber, maybe honey, and a bit of bread, and maybe a little glass of milk, too.
Ember lived alone. It was wonderful to have someone to talk too. Amber was perfect, she was beautiful, her personality was lovely, just everything about her Ember loved.
So, quite often, Emberglow would go outside his little treestump, and sit beside his fire, toasting marshmallows on a stick. And every now and then, he would sing to himself, about Amber, the beautiful star that would follow him everywhere...

If I do win Ember, then I will write a story about him, with many chapters! I love writing <3

Personality:

WIP! Got to go.

Art:

Same here! But will order and do some of my own.

[Flitter]

...could I request the image without the hat? Not that it isn't absolutely adorable, I just want to see any facial markings. :3

[Salt]

Okay, I'll post the image later for you guys to use as reference. XD