[Pokechu12]

reserved <33

[squints]

stunning dear!
I might come back to her later, such a cutie~

[icseal]

I'ᴍ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛᴘʀᴏᴏғ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ. ғɪʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ғɪʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ʀɪᴄᴏᴄʜᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɪᴍ. ғɪʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ғɪʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

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Username;;
Icseal
Name;;
❧ My name is Mikayla Warren Alycia
Personality;;
❧ Mikayla is very shy, but she was once outgoing. Whenever you ask her a question, it's either a yes, or no.
History;;
❧ Mama! No, Daddy! Please stop you savages! Please stop! Please don't... kill... my... family...
12 years ago, I was a happy cheerful child. My mother, father, and sister loved me dearly.
I grew up living in a dirty home, but I didn't care. Love was the most important thing.
Unlike other children, I was eager to sleep, sometimes I would ask my family to sleep with me
two to three hours early. Because deep beneath our ragged quilt, we would laugh, and tell wonderful
stories about paradise. Mama had beautiful blue eyes. Whenever I look at them, I would feel happy.
Father's grin was twinkling, unlike the gruff butcher that lived next door. He was always positive, encouraging
us to change the world.
Deep Dark Secret;;
❧ Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍɪᴋᴀʏʟᴀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇʏs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ, ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀs sᴏғᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ sɪɢʜɪɴɢ,

reserved /flails

[dr. pupper]

username::
h e l l o, I am .Pusheen
name::
I would n a m e this beautiful JMD French Vanilla Coffee
also known as Vanilla and Coffee

personality::
Hm, Coffee's p e r s o n a l i t y
Alright, I'll tell y o u

c u d d l y

Coffee is rather cuddly, she loves stuffed animals,
and she always will, no matter how old she gets
Especially towards her pink domo plush

This is Strawberry, my domo plush

s h y

Coffee is rather shy, unless talking with her friends or even stuffed animals
She would always try to stay out of the spotlight; she never enjoys it, but hopes one day she will

O-oh, yes, I-i'm very shy. . .

e n e r g e t i c

Coffee is rather energetic, hyper, and playful
she loves to run around and just, be herself

Yes, I'm rather, energetic

a t h l e t i c

Coffee is rather athletic, always loving to exercise
she has a circus ball that she balances on everyday for training

Oh, yes. I am very, athletic, I suppose

history::
Coffee's h i s t o r y?
Well, she doesn't tell many people about it, but I suppose I could tell y o u~
When Coffee was little, she was always picked on. She never thought she looked pretty. But when se got older, she actually got prettier and much more talented. But back to her history-
No one ever liked her when she was little. She would come home with cuts and scratches. The next day she went outside wearing bandages almost all over her body- she was picked on even more. But now that she's older, and absolutely gorgeous, the other JMDs that used to pick on her are now incredibly jealous, and she hasn't been picked on ever since. Now she has attention she 'sometimes' enjoys; being flirted with my cute, MALE, of course, JMDs.

deep-dark secret::
Hm..Coffee's s e c r e t. I'll only tell if you don't tell anyone.
Coffee, though I don't think it's a big deal, is terrified of c l o w n s.

favorite word(s)::
When The Sun Goes Down
favorite song(s)::
Avril Lavigne - Alice
Aurburn - Perfect Two
Murr that last one has the words 'smoke to my high' in it //dies

favorite coffee::
Well obviously her favorite coffee is French vanilla coffee!

favorite food::
Mmmm, Blueberry muffins...So yummy..


friends::
[I'm not going to say they're friends- I'm going to, if I win this JMD, ask the owners of the JMDs if they can be friends. c:]
Aden. [Owned by swag;]
Thyme. [Owned by littlewhitey]
Cypri. [Owned by Nympheera]

enemies::
Why would she have any enemies? She never sees the JMDs that picked on her anymore.

afraid of::
Bugs, such as spiders, roaches, and ants
Being completely alone
Being surrounded by JMDs

Accessories::
Wooden heart necklace

Best hat in the world

Glasses without lenses

Hobbies::
w r i t i n g songs
street a r t
s i n g i n g songs

[jarvis]

username::
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reserved gah she is so beautiful<3333

[cujo.]

--ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ
--i am cujo. but you can just call me cuje.
--ɴᴀᴍᴇ
--this lovely lady is known by the name harley dakota, though
- she is most commonly known as simply, harley.
--ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
--harley is one of those unusual types. usually found with an unreadable expression as she
--looks you over. harley is a slightly guarded girl who dislikes to show weakness in front of
--others. harley isn't just a pretty face, while graceful and beautiful she has a profound love
--of the arts. while she may be no genius at maths, science or geography, harley is brilliant
--at history. she remembers things after just hearing or reading them once, dates included.
--often when she was in school she corrected her teacher over mistakes without even looking
--up from her advanced textbooks. you could call her a genius i n the subject, many have.
--alongside history, her loves lies in art, music and literature. harley is a talented artist.
--her 'art study' is lined with hundred of full sketch pads and the wall filled with paintings
--and such. harley was taught the piano quiet young and is an excellent player, but her
--heart lies with the guitar. she loves country music; two of her favourite songs are old blue
--by the byrds and american pie by don mclean. her true talent, one not learned and not
--one paid much heed to is her love of literature. harley's record is reading fifteen books
--at any one time, each book remembered separably in her head and she wasn't even
--pushing herself. harley adores pretty much every genre of book, though her least
--favourite would, hands down, be romance. she has read from the classics of jack london
--to modern day michael grant. her favourite genre is horror, and her favourite author
--is stephen king with dean knootz and michael grant tieing in for second place. her
--''very favourites'' by these authors are: cujo by stephen king, watchers by dean knootz
--and the six books from michael grant's ɢᴏɴᴇ seires: ɢᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ, ʟɪᴇs, ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇ, ғᴇᴀʀ
--and ʟɪɢʜᴛ. her humour could be described as dark, she doesn't shy away from the evil in
--the world. her blunt views of the world and everything else make her a sort of outcast.
--she finds it hard to make friends and is slightly anti-social. to her true friends and family
--she is very protective and loyal, around them she is more witty and playful.
--ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
--a rather ordinary history for an extraordinary girl.
--harley jane dakota was born on the ninth of december at midnight during a blizzard.
--her mother was a blue jewel, her father was a white jewel and her elder brother
--jason; who would inherit their mother's blue as she their father's white. jay was her
--elder by three years. she was quick to discover her love of the arts and could often be
--found lost in some book or another. but, in truth, nothing extraordinary happened
--during her younger years. her brother found his true love, a beautiful purple jewel by
--the name of jezebel. it wasn't until they decided to go to a year long's trip to the arctic
--that her story got interesting. at the beginning of their trip, jezebel realised she was
--pregnant but refused to call the trip short. they couldn't contact home, so nobody
--knew of her pregnancy but jason and harley. she was in the late stages of pregnancy
-- when they were travelling across thin ice and it broke beneath her. they managed to pull
--her out but already she had caught hypothermia and had gone into early labour. harley
--delivered the baby boy, but shock, hypothermia and blood loss led to jezebel's death
--mere seconds after his arrival. heartbroken, jason denied his son. the three were attacked
--some hours later by three large wolves, and jason sacrificed himself by leading them
--out onto the same, thin ice. harley likes to believe he is still alive, as he was a blue jewel
--and could breath under water.
--ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ
--"he is not my son."
--some years earlier ...
--"brother! we cannot keep going like this!"
--the male twisted towards her, amber eyes dead. harley shook
--her head, unable to believe those eyes belonged to her brother.
--the male turned silently back to trudge on through the snow. the
--infant in harley's arm stirred but was otherwise silent. it scared
--her how cold the baby boy was. "please, jason ... your son is dying."
--the male froze. "my ... son?" he laughed in such an icy cruel way which
--made harley's blood turn to ice. "my child died before he was born,
--within his mother from the icy waters she fell into." he let out a choked
--sob at this. harley had never felt so alone, but the boy in her arms depended on her.
--she walked behind her brother in silence, using her white jewel to soften the blizzard
--which was raging around them. it was some time later before she spoke again. "you
--realise it's not his fault ... don't you, jay?" this time, jason did not reply.
--for hours it seemed they walked like that and it wasn't until she walked into jason
--that she realised he had stopped. "brother?" he hissed a shush at her, eye's
--staring into the distance. she frowned, hurt and confused she was ready to snap when
--they appeared. there was only three of them, but they were the largest wolves harley
--had ever seen - has ever seen. all white, all largere than a grizzly bear at least,
--their almost-fake-looking golden eyes locked onto them. jason stood defensively before
--her and his nameless son. "run!" harley didn't need to be told twice. behind her,
--the silence broke with the snarls of the wolves and the snarls of her brother. then she
--heard the crack. horrified, she turned to see her brother and the wolves out on
--the thin ice. her eyes met with her brother, who had a weak smile for her. his blue
--jewel stood out against the ice as if to give her comfort before it cracked and the four
--individuals on top were trapped in the icy waters below as the ice float turned over.
--the ice float bobbed for a moment before it stilled, like nothing had ever happened.
--harley collapsed,holding the child tightly against herself. using her jewel to hold off the
--storm just around them in their own private bubble she broke down in tears.
--upon her arrival home she informed others of the loss of her brother and his mate. she
--didn't, however tell them the child in her arms was their orphaned son. no, she claimed the
--boy as her own. and if anyone was to ask about the father she would politely inform them
--she didn't wish to speak about him. nobody know's the truth, not even the boy she
--raised as her son.

[Rekhyt]

“Oɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ғʟɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ sᴋʏᴡᴀʀᴅ, ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ.”
― Lᴇᴏɴᴀʀᴅᴏ ᴅᴀ Vɪɴᴄɪ

username::
The Amethyst Pirate
just call me amethyst,
if you don't mind.



name::
Amelie-Maxine
that is to say, ami-lee-max-een.
don't you dare call her by her full name.
yes, that is all one name.
she hates amy, too.
her name is max.
just max.

age::
max is 23.
no younger,
no older.

personality::

the hummingbird:

max's passion.
her real, only love.
that would be the hummingbird.

an old, 1920's plane that max rescues from the junk heap.
it didn't have a license.
and max was captivated.
she bought it.

the next few years were spent fixing it up.
a new engine right there,
more tarp for the wings.
it cost a fortune that max could pay.
luckily.

and then came flight lessons.
they were amazing-
max took to the sky like a bird.
she learned everything you'd ever need to know.

that's max's real passion right now,
the hummingbird.
she flies everywhere that she can.
that would her her hummingbird to the top-left.

: sepia :
Max might seem faded, that's why I put this down. She looks just not happy. She is, almost, a shadow of her former self. Max isn't bad, or mean, or have some tragic accident that changed her. She just is changed, and nobody, not even she, knows why. That's another thing, it's not as if she has no spirit. Max has plenty of spirit., just viewing her, as an outsider, you might not think that. It has to do with her past.

: shy :
For another, she's shy. Max doesn't like crowds- it blocks her from open space where she feels most comfortable. So she avoids others, and will usually not respond when you ask her something. She doesn't have that many friends, actually, though she isn't someone who's really lonely and mopes around all day. She's happy as she is, and doesn't want any change. She tends to hide behind others- a wallflower, you could say.

: fierce :
Watch out, Max bites! She hates when other people misjudge her, and she isn't afraid to dig in her teeth to get what she wants. If you insult her, that usually isn't the smartest thing to do. She is one to hold grudges and will never make friends with you for the littlest things. Max hates things strongly, or not at all. She isn't afraid to hurt you with words if you did something to her. She isn't mean, though. just fierce, and tough.

: determined :
Max can be very determined. When she want something, she gets it. Max will never, ever give up, no matter how hard the task is. She doesn't want it to hurt her pride. She has a big self ego, but not in a bad way. She just won't let herself down. Max just never gives up, and always thinks she can do better. She has that inner voice that says 'this can be better!' and the voice won't shut up. As a result, she never let's anyone see anything of hers unless it's perfect.

: secretive :
Max keeps to herself. She doesn't like it when a whole crowd of people surround her, and want to be next to her, and all that sort of thing. If you ask her a question that is too prying, she probably won't answer at all. Any other question is answered with a simple 'yes' or 'no'. She won't tell you her business, because it's hers, and hates the kind of people who blab out about everything that they did on Monday or something like that.

: anti-social :
Again, sort of like the one above, max keeps to herself. She just doesn't really know how to act around other people that are very social and bubbly- even the friendliest person usually can't get Max engaged in a conversation. This has led to making someone feel bad, so now Max tries to be a bit nicer. But still, she just avoids things like that, unless she absolutely has to take part in anything. She does what she has to, nothing more.

: quirky :
There's always something different about Max- that is to say, she always does things her own way. If everyone else in the world did something one way, Max would do it the other simply to spite them. That's one of the amazing things about Max- she really doesn't care about what others think of her. Therefore, she does everything her own quirky little way. One quirk of Max's is that she sketches airplanes and is forever coming up with new designs. While everyone else draws people.

: adventurous :
Another trait of Max's is that she's always adventurous. She can't stand to be still- Max always has to be moving. And what better way to do that then to explore and find new things? It doesn't have to be on a safari in Africa or anything. Most of the time, it's just going into the forest with a sketchbook and a pencil. Max also draws thing that she sees, like things in the forest. Max just loves doing things that are exciting and dangerous!

: chivalrous :
Funny, but true. Around younger or older people, Max is always kind, and gentle. She likes helping younger or older people- for example, volunteering at a nursing home or babysitting. She has good manners, and everyone likes her. She might hold open the door for a senior, something small like that that could help someone else's day. Max is always kind and helps other people. Most o the time, Max wants credit for her work, but she doesn't mind now.

history::

Three years ago, Max was twenty. She was in collage, having the time of her life. There was only one thing- the rivalry of her two best friends. Joan was bold, she wasn't afraid to say what she meant. Kaylie was just one of those people. Max was the only person that ever really got close to her, because she was rude. It was in sixth grade- they both got put in all the same classes, unusual for their school. Somehow, she and Max clicked. Though Max never really approved of her meanness towards others, and they've had many small rumbles over the years, somehow she and her got along.

Smiling nervously, Max placed her binder hesitantly next to a girl that she had noticed was in most of her classes. "May I sit here?" She asked, voice wavering. The girl sported shoulder length black hair and pink combat boots. She was chewing gum. "Sure, I guess." She said, not enthusiastically. Max smiled quickly and slid into the chair. The class started and their teacher, to say the least, was a bit odd. He wore a very interesting tie. The girl apparently though so too because in the middle of the class, in a loud whisper, she said "He looks funny, don't you think?" Max's face burned and she shook her head. "N-no, not exactly." The other girl rolled her eyes. "Right. I'm Kaylie." Max responded. "I'm Amelie-Maxine. Call me Max." Kaylie nodded, and smiled. "You have 3rd period gym, right?" Max nodded wordlessly. She sat through the rest of class quietly and when the bell rang, she was startled to see Kaylie trip one of the girls that she had though to be nice. Kaylie saw her shocked expression and grimaced back, tucking her bright boots back under the desk. "Just be happy I'm not tripping you." Max nodded slowly.

In collage, Max met Joan and introduced her to Kaylie. They just didn't get along at all. Oh, in the beginning it was simple things, pretending to be sorry when they spilled water on each other's dresses, things like that. But it got bigger. Max shared a dorm room with Joan- she noticed a small strange progression in her friends actions. Usually, Joan was happy, cheery. She liked to talk.

deep-dark secret::
She's been sworn to secrecy-
she saw a murder.



art::
: By mimi911 :
: By moonie! :
: By eightnotes :





side note- I prefer you don't use these traits unless you already had them down, please. I came up with them myself.

[Dewey]

reservedd. <3

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[solo.]

Reserved so hard

username::

Sloth-

name::

Capulus

Latin for coffee

You can call her Coffee, Cap, Cof or Fee.

personality::

WIP

history::

WIP

deep-dark secret::

WIP

[Mimi-911]

Dropping out. I'm giving my art to The Amethyst Pirate c: