renaissance amethyst
Name:
Cailin.
This name actually has no specific meaning. It's a male version of the name Caitlin, which I believe is Irish? In origin. However, when I see the name Cailin, I think of something exactly like him- grey, white, and loves the sea. I just think it fits him, and that's what matters the most to me.
Gender:
Male. That's what I see him as.
JBD's companion/pet:
Cailin's companion is a small fish. It's actually a remora, or a small fish that attaches itself onto other larger fish in order to get a free ride. However they can swim quite well on their own. Cailin loves his remora, named Cirrai, or Rai for short. One of the things he does quite often is stick his hand inside Rai's cage. He likes to feel the roughness of the fish sticking onto him c:
JBD's theme song:
Wildwood Flower by the Carter Family- a beautiful song that Cailin loves.
Extra 1- About Cailin:
This is an excerpt form many things that Cailin has written, for example, job applications and such. Here you'll learn about his hobbies, what he likes and doesn't like, and his personality. However so that it's not like 3 extras in one, I've combined it into one paragraph. It's told in his point of view, so you get a picture of what he's like in everyday life.
"Hi! I'm Cailin. I'm a Jellybean Dragon, as you can see. What, my tail? Yeah, it's not exactly normal. I really love it though, along with I also have a horn. Just in case you haven't noticed! I think it's because of my tail or something, but I love swimming. It takes all your worries away, and I'm just a good swimmer. I'm faster then just about everyone else, too, but the strange thing about me tis that I only like swimming in saltwater. The sea and I were made for each other, apparently. I also collect shells. I know, a weird hobby for a guy, right? But actually, I have so many different kinds! After I get to 200 shells, I'd like to make a giant collage out of all of them, and hang it in my room. I live in Alaska, in case you were wondering, because I love the coldness. Actually I can't stand when it's warm, which is why I swim in cold water like the sea. Amethyst complains when I take up too much water in the shower, even though I'm not even using the hot water! You know what I love? Stained glass windows! Their colors shine so brightly and I love looking at scenes that have been made. My dream is to become a stained glass window artist. I do it regularly at a class. My favorite is an image of a seabird diving in the water, because it shines so brightly when the sun hits it! I love all colors, actually.
I probably sound pretty weird right now. My friends say I'm really chatty and friendly. I'm a bit of a rugged loner, if I do say so myself. I just make a few friends and then stay away from everyone else. It's not that I don't like them, it's just that I like to be alone a lot. It helps me think. My favorite place to think is atop a glacier that I live nearby. It's really cool! Sometimes it moans during the night though, which I hate. I actually dislike anything that makes creepy and eerie noises. Along with people that pretend that they know everything, but they actually don't. What I do on my glacier? Sorry, I got off track a bit there. I think, like I said before, but I also really enjoy painting. Usually I just paint or sketch in monotones, but I also like adding red and orange hues. Don't worry, my art doesn't look evil!"
Extra 2- Cirrai's Story:
For this extra I decided to do how Cailin and Cirrai met, and why Cailin caught him.
It was a dark and stormy night- not exactly. It was a cold and dark night, but there was no sign of a storm anywhere. Nobody in their right mind would be out- of course, that was the problem with Cailin. He always did the opposite of what everyone else did. A chrome-colored JBD was standing on the edge of a large and potentially dangerous cliff. This would be Cailin. He seemed cold- he was shivering. However, he gripped a pencil in his hand and it was moving surely, steadily. The white paper in front of him seemed to grow these extra lines, until the lines and dashes and dots formed a beautiful picture of the Aura Borealis, or a beautiful occurrence in the night sky where he lived, Alaska.
Cailin stuck his tongue out of his mouth, concentrating. This was the particularity tricky part... His pencil moved over the paper as if guided by some force. He nodded, satisfied, and stepped back to view his work. As he did, a big gust of wind beat its' fury on him, and the paper was hurled into the sky. "No!" He shouted with a cry. His work couldn't be lost! But the wind slowed and stopped, allowing him an outline of the paper before it drifted away into the tides.
Clenching his teeth, Cailin raced down the mountaintop as fast as he could. He pushed past the green bramble that threatened to trip him, and nearly did trip once when a stone dislodged from underneath his feet. He uttered a curse, but regained his footing. It was probably only a minute after his drawing had been stolen away that he arrived at the base where the sea connected to the rocks, but it felt like so much more. He gritted his teeth and dived into the water.
The cold ocean water hit him like a bucket of cold water. He shuddered, trying to warm up. A few bubbles came out of his mouth, other them that it was very quiet and dark underneath the water, as it usually was. In the summer, when there was a lot of sun, you could see all sorts of creatures, but a cold early spring as it had been- well, the water was dark.
Blinking a few times, Cailin used his powerful tail to propel himself through the water like a torpedo. His paws, webbed as they were, caught against the water. He fought to keep going. Well, at least he was warm.
Ahead of him he saw a flash that quickly sank. It was his painting! He dived deeper until he realized he couldn't hold his breath any longer. He flipped over and started clawing his way to the surface. The water broke open at his head's insistence and he gulped air hungrily. Then, with one last deep swallow, he dived down.
Deeper, deeper. There was nothing here now but bones and rock and ice. And then a bright white in the gloom in front of him, this must be his paper. He grabbed for it clumsily, but one of his claws latched on and he started diving back to the surface.
He was astonished at how far he'd come out. He shook his head and his rugged fur sprayed water all over the ocean, letting him not exactly how cold he really was. With a resigned sigh, he transferred the paper to his mouth and started swimming.
As he approached, he noticed an odd sound, almost like a wet slapping. He followed the noise to the shore, where the water met the rocks, and came upon a small little fish. It was the width of his paw, small and brown, with a large circular sucker on the top of it's head. It was breathing, but barely.
He cooed. "Aww! How did you get here?" He didn't expect it answer, but he knew from the looks of it, it wasn't supposed to be in Alaska. Picking it up gently, he carried it to the water. The cold did little to help it, so he set off back home, thinking about a nema, and how he could get this fish alive again.
Behind him, the silhouette of a white sheet of paper floating in the wind against the Aura Borealis.