[T.abby]

Reserved. So many times over. <3

[Clive]

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[knight of time]

I've had my eye out for her ever since I joined the fanbase c: She is so beautiful! I have to try out for her, I can't believe she is up for adoption!


I think i'm done now, i'll probably be periodically adding art ^^

You know I'm not one to break promises

I don't want to hurt you but I need to breathe

At the end of it all, you're still my best friend

But there's something inside that I need to release

Which way is right, which way is wrong

How do I say that I need to move on

You know we're headed separate ways


And it feels like I am just too close to love you

There's nothing I can really say

I can't lie no more, I can't hide no more

Got to be true to myself

And it feels like I am just too close to love you

So I'll be on my way

Never mind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you, too

Don't forget me, I begged, I remember you said

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead


You know how the time flies

Only yesterday was the time of our lives

We were born and raised in a summer haze

Bound by the surprise of our glory days


I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited

But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it

I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded

That for me, it isn't over yet

I am like water.

I am rebellious, a rule breaker.

I am hard to contain.

Sometimes I can be soft and other times I can kill you.

I can erode away at you, yet I can sustain you.

I am smart and clever, and I am not easily argued with.

I am pure and clean and exposed.

I easily mix with the world.

Perfectionist

Adventurous

Inquisitive

Genuine

Elaborate

A leaf on the wind;

A page turning in the breeze;

Writing its own path

'I debere carpe diem in omnibus suis mirum.'

I must seize the day, in all its wonder.

Nick name:

Pai, pronounced p-a-y, though if I write it down some dragons pronounce it 'pie'.

Super embarrassing nick name:

Blueberry Pie. God, I wish I could just slap everybody who called me that.

Gender:

Female. Hopefully you don't think I'm a guy, do you? I mean, I have been mistaken for one...

Size:

I'm about the size of a small horse.

Favorite Song:

My favorite song would have to be.. ugh, I know this sounds silly... but... 'As Long As You Love Me' by Justin Beiber...

You're a belieber? Don't worry, it's not horrible. I like Justin Beiber too.



Star Sign:

I am a Virgo.

Favorite Color:

My favorite color is purple. Not crazy neon purple though. Like a light violet. it's relaxing.

Favorite Sport:

Basketball. I'm quite tall for my age so basketball comes very easily for me.

Favorite Musical Artist:

I'd have to say that would be... Alex Clare. I love his voice.

Favorite Food:

I absolutely love blueberries. It's part of why one of my rather embarrassing nicknames has the fruit in it.

Best Friend:

I honestly don't really know... Ink is quite nice, but she's not a Jellybean Dragon... Blare and Mango are good friends, but not ones I can share my secrets with.

Fears:

Hemophobia-

Fear of blood

Claustrophobia-

fear of tight or confined spaces

Herpetophobia-

fear of creepy, crawly things

Ataxophobia-

Fear of being untidy

Social Phobia-

fear of being looked at negatively in
social situations (insecurity about personality)

Favorite things-

Her silver jewelry, her necklace especially

Her freedom

Her rebellion

Her childhood toy, a small stuffed dragon she dubbed 'Scales'

The feeling of flying in an airplane

Blueberries

Basketball

Her scarf, which is the color of her eyes.

Scales ||
Scales the second, or often just scales, is a gecko she found when she ran away from home. He has been her best friend ever since the start, and always will be. He is a crocodile gecko with striking blue eyes. Paige has a small carrier for him.

Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:

Well... I was.. I was running the streets.... trying to run away from all things that were hurting me...

Pai, slow down. This is supposed to be funny, not dramatic.

What's wrong with that? That's a good start to a story!

What's wrong with it is that it isn't what happened.

Fine. Well, I was at this corner store buying some food to hold me over until I found a new job when I overheard two dragons talking. One of them was a stranger to me and the other was Blane, my best friend. They were whispering and looking at me, or at least the stranger was.
"So that's your boyfriend?" I heard the stranger say. I froze with confusion. He must be talking about someone else.
Blane looked at the other Dragon. "Uhmmm... no."
"But you guys would be so cute together!"
"I hate to inform you, but... well.. Paige is a girl."
The Jellybean Dragon looked at her in shock. "So... you're... you're..."
"Umm. No."
"Then why do you--"
"Because we're friends? Is that illegal now?" Blane looked at me. She was near cracking up. I smiled widely and walked up to my friend.
"That put a little sparkle in my day." I said, laughing.
"Heh, mine, too." Blane said.

Interesting.... What her most ridiculous fear:

That would be Aviation. At the home I'm living at now to meet who might be my owner he's like a kid, constantly running amok pretty much everywhere. I'm scared of him because he has a small army of tiny mechanical planes on hand at all times. Normally he uses them for just doing stuff around the house, but that kid's unpredictable. I'm not counting on him not attacking me with a militia of aircraft just yet.

Paige, god. Avy isn't that bad, is he? ever since he met Neve he's been a lot more mature.

Oooohh, so that's why he runs around the house singing 'Neve I love you' all the time. Seriously, that kid has some isssuuuuuuuessss.

Hold on hold on hold on... HOLD ON GIRL. Oh no you didn't!

Oh yes I did!

Waffles, Why does she hate them?:

Waffles.
Why do you torture meeeeeeee!
Hmmhmm... Well... It was a dark night...

Paige.

Fine. Go with it real. Okay.

I hate waffles because I used to love them. I mean, when my mom was gone and I was left home alone, I found the package of Eggos in the freezer and pulled them out. I ate pretty much the whole box and when my mom came back and saw the empty box and me laying on top of it, she didn't really know how to react. She just stood there, and then said, "Hon, were those the Eggos?" I nodded lethargically. She shook her head. "Those have been expired for over a year now."
I had some pretty bad food poisoning for the next week, and I have vowed to never even touch a waffle ever again.
And besides, waffles are fatty. It's just carbs, and with the toppings it's just carbs with sugar and fat. When you say you love waffles then you're basically saying you love cellulite and sugar highs. And then there's that stupid 'Do You Like Waffles' song. I swear to god that that will be ingrained into my head forever.

Oh, so you're saying I'm fat now.

Do you eat waffles?

What do you think? Everybody eats waffles except you, apparently.

Then yes.

She loves silver, but she's rather poor how does she end up getting it?

I get my silver from taking it whenever I can. I don't rob, I just make and re-make like any other runaway would. I take some of my writing to a publishing company and I leave it at their door, putting it under a pen name so they don't know it's a pet who wrote these tales. I receive money by using a vacant apartment as my address for checks. Then, afterwards, I take three quarters and buy food and things I need, and I take what is left and buy silver jewelry. I have at least fifty necklaces, earrings, and bracelets all together, all containing my favorite thing in some amazing way. My favorite is a beautiful pendant. It is a sapphire, a large one, too, and there is a swirl of silver going all the way to the middle inside of it. It took me a year to save for it, and it was what sparked my love for both the gem and the element.

I love silver too, good choice of precious metal.





Why is she poor?

There's an obvious reason for that. I mean, I only bring in enough money to eat and buy my silver. I practically live on the streets, passing from house to house, trying to salvage food from garbage cans when I run low. I wish I did have for money. but yet I don't. My experiences with my parents made me realize that money isn't everything and that I need to focus on the important things in life.

What jewelry does she have?

Oh, I have so much jewelry. I have many, many bracelets, though most are silver bangles that I wear as just an on-the-run kind of thing. I am always wearing my sapphire, of course, but I will wear other necklaces I have, like my necklace that says love, but made out of hands. I also have tail rings, one says friendship and another says trust. I also have two special necklaces. One says 'true' and one says 'love'. They fit together to make a heart. I'm saving it for the right dragon to give it to.

And who would that be, hmmm?

That is none of your concern.

What traumatic experience as a kid made her afraid of Crickets:

When I was little, we had a sort of spider problem in our house. We didn't have too many, we just... didn't have any at all. So, we had bugs everywhere. I swear, flies breed like... well, flies. They were everywhere.

Right.

Maybe I was exaggerating a little bit.... but the thing is, we went on vacation for a week or so. When we came home, I went to the fridge to see if that pie was still there.
The pie was still there, but... just... instead of a pie it had been transformed over vacation into a cricket nest. This didn't bother me too much, but I cracked when I grabbed a can of pop out of the fridge, popped it open, took a sip, and nearly swallowed a cricket. I was officially terrified of those things, and I never drank pop out of a can again because I had no idea how a cricket got into a sealed pop can and survived that long.

Ew. That is why you remove any perishable foods from your fridge before you go on vacay.



Does she have any special someone?

Hey! That wasn't on the form!

It is now.

...Ink! Argh!

Well... I guess that if I did have one I'd hope it was Mango. I mean, he's one of the only Jellybean Dragons I know, and he's been a great friend to me since the beginning. I love him to death, but I don't know if he'll ever think of me that way. One day he might, but for now it's just a friendship..

'Dawwwwwww :'D You have a boyfriend!

Shut it. -_-

She likes the cold, Why?

I've always loved the cold because I've lived in it and with it all my life. I mean, the cold gives me an adrenaline rush that just kicks up my senses another notch. I love the feel of the cold saturating through my fur, the feel of it whistling through my ears and nostrils. The cold is like a security blanket to me, and it will always be that way.

When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:

Okay this one actually has right to be dramatic, and I don't think that Ink here has heard this story. As you probably know already, I love to write. When I was really little, I wrote little stories about pretty much everything I saw in a little notebook. It was nothing fancy... it was pretty much two pieces of cardboard with pages in between. My father, of course, was a serious character and all, and disapproved of my 'rebellious imagination'. So one day when I was playing outside and left my notebook unattended on a park bench he took it and burned it. I'm very glad I wasn't there to see it... my life was written on those pages. I can't just replace memories like I can a notebook. It wasn't really just about the notebook... I still remember some of what I wrote that was okay, I know that there was some amazing things in there and that maybe one day I will remember what they are and write a good story. Or maybe not a good story... maybe it will be an amazing story.

Aww, I feel so bad for you, Pai. That must have been so hard to have your father burn up so many of your childhood memories like that.

Don't remind me.

She's now kind of a rebel teen...Why might that be?

Well, I'd have to say--

Ink, let me handle this one.
My parents were rich dragons, yeah. They had it all. The cool cars, the cool, well, everything. They never acted like anything was wrong. It's as if they were wearing masks that hid all their dark emotions from the sight of me or anybody. I played along for a while, but I can't let those feeling just... sit there, you know? I wrote about them, yeah... but that was nothing compared to some of the things that I've felt, even though I could put a lot of emotion into my writing. At that point I wasn't the best writer and it didn't satisfy the anger boiling inside of me. I was so angry, and sad, and... confused. Why did all these anxieties get to me? I was scared... so scared. I would cry myself to sleep, hoping that the nightmares of my parents wearing masks and the loss of my books wouldn't come back, even though they always did. It was like I was a broken record, playing something that was reality over and over again until it was just a meaningless dream.
I know I shouldn't have, but I lashed out at my innocent parents one night, yelling at them for nothing, yelling at them for something they didn't do. I yelled at them about all the things that annoyed me about them and that I hated them. I did hate my father, that was true. But my mother loved me and I loved her more than anything.
I never knew that my own mother was a devil inside and my father an angel.
My mother yelled back and sent me to my room with no dinner. I woke up the next morning to find my door locked. I thought no dinner would be enough, but I guessed she was going to starve me until I apologized. I wasn't going to apologize, of course. I was too prideful and all the things I said about my mother that were lies became true.
I felt some irony here. I wanted those insults to be true, but I guess I have to be careful what I wish for.
For at least a day, though I can't remember because hunger blended the days together, I sat there, pouting, screaming, crying, dying. I thought i was going to. It was a long, long time before I saw a sign of hope, when a plate of food was slid under my door along with a book. I opened the book, and I saw that it was all my old writing. I looked on the last page that was not by me, and it said Run.
I knew it was from my father. He was probably going to be starved by my mother now to save me.
So I guess both my parents were wearing masks, my mother's a smile and my father's a stern frown. But behind each was sheer opposite.
So I ran.

W-was... that a story or real, Pai?

It was real. I told you I'd had a hard past.

How'd she get those scars?

The scars are from home. When me and my mother fought before I escaped, she slapped me numerous times, and two of her claws caught me sharply over the nose. It bled a lot, and before I ran, crying, I saw the look in her eyes, the look that is one of a mother watching her child be in pain. I looked at her with sympathy for a short moment, but it faded away as the pain grew stronger. After I met her gaze for the last time, I turned and ran without a word. Not exactly the best sob story, but there's not really any other way to put it in words.

History

I was born into a rich family that gave me everything I wanted. I always got my way, but under one unspoken condition. I always had to be the perfect little daughter my parents had always hoped for. My parents wear masks; the whole world does, just another layer of onion skin of the world we are today, fed by lies. When I lived with my family the lies and the truth blended together. The line between black and white, death and life, yin and yang was fuzzy and gray. I didn't know if my parents were being truthful or just feeding me another lie. I played along for a while without knowing it; I thought my mother was so nice and perfect and amazing, and at that time she was. My father was stoic, cold, icy even, but inside he was soft like a stuffed animal, but a real looking stuffed animal. He didn't like fake things.
Both my parents were true to this character until I started writing. It's as if when I wrote a new me was growing inside of me, and the words I would jot down in a notebook every day would nurture it. I had a, say, metaphorical egg inside of me, growing, and growing, and I could feel the life in it rustling inside, waiting for it to gain the strength to release itself from its bonds. I knew that a new me would open up once it did. I felt like a banana, with my peel just barely starting to come off, and there was a tiny bit of delicious anticipation that I could see but not get to.
On the day when my writing finally peeled off my skin, I awoke to find a whole new world with new possibilities stretched before me. I remember that night so sharply because it was one of those moments where any move you make could change your fate. It was just about three in the morning, and I woke up in a cold sweat, suddenly feeling something gut-deep. I started writing, and writing. I wrote without thought and my fingers skimmed over the many pieces of old notebook paper with the speed of a practiced, steady hand. I felt words form on my tongue that could never be spoken but had to be written. I yelled into my page, I yelled frantically into my page what I felt and what my mind had suddenly come up with.
Turns out my mind was in the mood for an epiphany, because when I looked down on my paper I saw many small stories that had come up, and then one word stood out the most.

Masks.

I wrote it at least seven times... then, it hit me. My mother, no matter how hard she tried to hide herself, was angry. I remember when I would get in trouble and she would yell at me as if I had blown up the country. I remember being so scared of her when she was angry, because she was unpredictable. One moment she would be yelling at me, and the next moment she'd compose herself as if what she'd done was a sin. She had lied to me, she had lied to me all this time and just because I was playing along, and wearing a mask too, I didn't notice.
I was just hoping that my mother could keep hers on long enough so that I could escape.
My father wore a mask, too, but it was a see-through one. He tried to act hardy and stoic, but he couldn't really pull it off and was always just a stuffed animal. I trusted him, at least.
The next morning I woke up to my mother looking down at me sternly.
"Morning, mum." I said, yawning.
"You're late for breakfast." She said nastily. Then she looked down and said, "I mean, you should cone down and eat, honey, your food will get cold." She smiled and got up so she could walk back downstairs.
I decided to test my theory, so I looked her in the eye and said, "What was all that about?"
My mom looked at me funny. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She said blankly.
So I was right. Go figure.
After that day I began asking my mom questions here and there to see if I could crack her mask. I took mine off a long time ago, but I just wanted my father to realize that she was a monster, so that he could, well, at least do something about it.
At one point she did crack and yell at me, and I ripped off her mask for her, but my father was still blind, groping around in this new world my mother had created.
I acted like I wasn't, but I was very afraid. I would cry myself to sleep, trying to find a light at the end of the tunnel, grasping at a vague feeling that it will be okay.
It never got okay, and that's what scared me. I knew I had to change something, just one factor in this, but what was it? I had to face my mom and then run away, but I had to prepare to rip the last bits of her mask from her face carefully. If I didn't do it right it could come stabbing back at me. I wasn't really so sure that my mother wouldn't pull any weapon on me just yet.
I took food when I could, waking up late at night to steal cereal boxes and cans of soup until I had a nicely full pack. I had a feeling that Paige was about to be released, and it wasn't going to be pretty. I put my bag, with some jewelry and belongings in it, on the roof outside my window. I slept restlessly that night, nervous. What was going to happen after I left was my final thought as I drifted into sleep.
The next morning I woke up late again and had an idea. There was this beautiful silver necklace that my mom owned that I could not see her keep. So I tiptoed into her bathroom and took it, fastening it around my neck. It was give her a reason to argue with me.
The argument passed fast and I can't really remember much. it was a screaming match, one that lasted at least twenty minutes and ended with me locked inside my room. What my mother had said had petrified me, and I didn't want to go.
I sat in my room for a few days, not daring to break into my food and water supply in my bags. I fingered that silver necklace over and over, thinking, waiting for something to happen. I realized that my only chance was to go.
So, I grabbed my bags from the roof, but as I was about to jump I realized that it was too high. Having a sudden spark of bravery, I scaled the side of the roof until i made it to my parent's room. I crawled in through the window and ran through the room, down the stairs, and burst into the kitchen. I got my scars there, with my mother slapping me and all, and then I ran out the door into a huge world that I intended to explore. I would tell you about my life on the road, but, well, that's a different story.

Paige, that is so sad. But that doesn't sound exactly like the questions.

It really depends on the mindset you're in. I spoke it differently because just saying that is easier to explain.

Oh, I see.





Personality

I'm going to take this one for the team because it's going to be rather hard for Pai to describe her own personality.
Pai is a writer. She's very bright, but she doesn't trust anyone very easily. She doesn't like being around people very much and she doesn't like being touched very much. If you do happen to earn her trust she's a great friends that will always pull through for you in the end. She confident in herself; she's never had any self-esteem issues. She carries herself in a way people are envious of. She can be a bit cocky, though; she likes to think she's good at something and then when she tries it she's not. She accepts it, though, and doesn't try to fight the fact that stuff like dancing isn't her high point. She can be rather secretive, and she doesn't like herself being open to the whole world. She says when someone reveals a secret about her, she feels stripped and naked.

I guess that's probably how she feel right now.

Not really, I mean, I trust the person who's adopting me out enough.

A note to Blazer-

Thank you so much for putting my little dream back up for adoption. I have worked on this so hard, and even though I haven't been able to get on every day to work on this because of many reasons, I have tried my best to keep her character forming new attributes. She has become my own character in herself. I have written so much about her that if I win her I am going to have a very hard time memorizing all her favorite things and her fears, no matter how painstakingly long it took me. I love Paige so much. I never knew that I could develop a character this much. Paige has kept me up at night, her little gecko crawling on me, her paw prodding at me, saying, "Hey! I need a scarf!" or "I really like Alex Clare!". I worked on this when I was sick... I was sick for a week straight when I finally got to this and said, "Paige will become real". At first she was fake to me, but I can feel her prodding at me now, I can feel her soft fur tickling my nose, I can feel her steady breathing. If I somehow adopted her she wouldn't just be a character, she'd be a tangible thing that I can say I really worked hard to get. It means so much to me that I was able to do this. it was so fun to record every aspect of her here, and I am so nervous right now... I have some big competition such as Scourge. and many others. (Scourge. especially, I loved your form though i hate to say that) I want you to love Paige the way I do. I'm praying to god you love her name and her personality, and that I tried to add as much character as I could to her. She is no longer a form or a character. I love her. I know there is a slim chance I will win... but I just want you to know that I will definitely admire whoever wins if it's not me because they must have worked harder and longer and they must have sacrificed more to adopt her than I did.
Good luck, Blazer.
-Ink.

[Tiger111]

Name:
Lunarstep

Ffff. So girly. ene

Nick name:
Lunar, Lune

Lune is good, sounds like a boy. I will accept Lunar without biting you very hard. owo-b

Super embarrassing nick name:
Loony

As if I'm a loony. Please. >->

Gender:
Female

If you can't tell that, you are seriously stupid.

Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:
It was pouring down with rain, and Lunar ran into the nearest shop, a candy shop, her hood pulled over her face. When she stepped in, a little bean was playing on the floor with sweets. He looked up, saw her, and waddled screaming into the backdoor. The shopkeeper came out, brows furrowed in anger.'All these rebels these days! Get out, youn' lad, before I get unpleasant! How disgusting you are, shame on you, you stupid, rowdy boy!'
She stood in silence, before lifting her hood and saying in a sweet, freezing cold voice,
'Sir, I am rather afraid that I am a girl, not a boy. It is raining, and which young, drenched girl could stand it? I came in here hoping to warm up, but I think I prefer the rain now. Thank you for your assistance, but it is no longer needed.'
She left then, closing the door with a loud thump.

What? He deserved that, thinking I'm a boy. Come on, is it that hard to tell I'm female? o-O

Interesting.... What is her most ridiculous fear:
Socks. Lunar can't stand them. Just, don't tease her. It would be the worst decision you can make. She hates them because she once pulled on a sock to find her toe was bitten by a large spider.

-coughcough- You mean, the last decision you can make. It's not funny. I wouldn't let you go alive. B|

Waffles, Why does she hate them?:
It's all because of pancakes. No, really, pancakes. Lunar loves pancakes. So, as usual, she went to IHOP to buy some breakfast. Outside, some dude was offering free waffles. Thinking they were pancakes, Lunar grabbed the lot and ran into IHOP to get some syrup and ice cream. After everything was covered in sticky sauce, she took a big bite, expecting a wonderful, sweet flavour, when some kind of mix between bitter and salty covered in sugar made her spit into a waiter's face. She hurried outside and blamed the JBD that was giving away waffles.
'They're a new kind of waffled, salty with delicious herbs.'
'Ahahaha DELICIOUS'
That was the last thing she ever said about waffles.

Honestly, just don't talk 'bout them, 'kay? I think I'm feeling a bit.. green. ene

When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:
She lost her little wind-up mouse that she got from her father. It really broke her heart.

Lune was so small, skipping along the river with her tiny paw clutching her mother's paw, her other paw clutching her mouse, Minni. A bunch of older boys were at the river side, shouting and throwing pebbles into the murky river water. Stopping by her mother's side as they settled on the grass and her mother took a nap, she kept watching, fascinated and terrified at the same time by their carelessness, loudness. A boy looked over to her, and pulled a rude face. The others laughed, and one came over to her. Lune stood still, eyes wide. The dragon teased her, grabbing her dear mouse and holding it above his head, out of her reach.
'Where's mummy to help you, huh?' he sneered, waving her mouse.
Lune stood there, helpless, and tried to wake her mother, but she was surrounded.
'Give it to me!' another one called out, and lunged for it. They tussled together for some time, before the first dragon knocked it out of the latter's flailing paws. Lune could only watch in dismay as her mouse twisted in the air, before splashing into the river and slowly sinking out of her vision, the dirty water trapping her mouse.

The boys ran away, laughing loudly, and a tear dripped from her eye as she watched the last remains, a few bubbles, of Minni, and her memory of her father.
.

Don't. Stop telling that story. STOP. Or I will tell one of you when you were-
-muffled scream-

She's now kind of a rebel teen...Why might that be?
Lune was a cute little girl when she was small, adored by everyone.

She loves silver, but she's rather poor. How does she end up getting it?


Why is she poor?


What jewellery does she have?


What traumatic experience as a kid made her afraid of crickets:


She likes the cold, Why?


How'd she get those scars?


History

Personality


Art


Other
Oh god, Peppermint, she's so beautiful ;n;

[Scavenqers]

Name: Era
Nick name: Er
Super embarrassing nick name: Oldiepants (Because Era means 'a long period of time.' Her father used to call her this to tease her.)
Gender: Female
Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy: When she was younger she used to rough-house more and was a bit tougher. Due to her appearance (scar included), deep, gravely voice, and her actions almost everyone thought she was a boy. She didn't even notice this detail until, one day, somebody called her a 'he.' She grew very upset and, from then on, tried to be girlier in appearance, though it didn't work too well.

Era had been crouching, about to pounce on her unsuspecting friends. With a swift flick of her tail, she balanced herself, and then sprung. Both of her friends collapsed underneath her as she collided with their furry bodies. The three Jelly Bean Dragons broke out into fits of laughter, though Era's was deeper and heartier than the rest.
"You got us, Era!" her friend, Mango, chimed in between giggles.
"You bet I did!" Era exclaimed, puffing out her chest indignantly. "You guys didn't even suspect a thing!"
The Dragons' parents were watching them play quietly. One of Era's friend's mothers turned to Era's. "He sure is playful, isn't he?" she said. Era noticed the Dragon's mistake instantly. Her deep laughter quickly faded, and she frowned. "Am I really that... masculine?" she asked her two friends. They each looked to each other for a moment, then back to Era. They didn't answer for fear of hurting her feelings.
Era had tears in her eyes now, and her tail was sitting limply on the ground. She gave her fur a few embarrassed strokes with her paws. "I... I'm gonna go home now." she said with a whimper. Without waiting for her friends to say anything, she turned and ran past the humans and back towards her home. After a fit of crying, which was eventually ended by her mother's comfort, Era brushed her ragged fur and practiced various ways to appear more feminine. To her chagrin, it didn't work for too long, so she quit the ruse in her early teenage years.

Intersting.... What her most ridiculous fear: She's afraid of the color blue. Blue pants, blue walls, blue crayons, blue sky - you name it; if it's blue, she's scared of it. The color blue reminds her of when she got her scars, and it still terrifies her. This fear isn't just ridiculous because she's afraid of a color, but it's because she has that same color on her body! She gets a start whenever she looks at her tail or legs, or even in a mirror!
Waffles, Why does she hate them?: She hates their shape, their texture, and their taste. Era's always confused at why they have to have the silly squares all over them. She always complains about how delicious butter and syrup can go to waste on a waffle, since the 'disgusting' breakfast items tend to absorb everything put on top of them. Along with that, she finds that they just don't compare to pancakes.
When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?: When she was just a young Bean, Era used to wear a small string necklace with a fossil she'd been given strung on it. It was very important to her, because it was given to her by her older sister, who went missing soon after. Looking at the rock-like fossil always reminded her of her sister, and how much she had loved her; her warm smile, kind eyes and helpful attitude. At age three, Era was just as clingy with the necklace as ever. However, an older dragon always used to bully her. He'd always threatened to take her things and hurt her, though he got in trouble every time he did. Era had snuck out of the cave one warm, wet night - something she obviously was not supposed to do - to explore. She had managed to get herself lost thanks to fog and darkness, and called for help. The bully Bean heard her, and, taking advantage of the fact they were both alone, took her necklace and kicked her quite hard. He then ran off with Era's necklace while she was cowering from the blow, and she never saw the necklace again.
She's now kind of a reble teen...Why might that be? She's tired of everyone bullying her and making mistakes around her. She tries to assert herself every now and then, and makes sure that no one can mistake her for a regular old Bean. She likes being different, because others always remember the 'different one.' She's gotten into quite the habit of disobeying adults, as she thinks they're all rash and wrong. She, however, tends to be the rash one.
She love silver, but she's rather poor how does she end up getting it? She got herself a job at a jewelry store just for the pay - one small piece of silver for every month she worked. She collects these pieces, and hopes to one day have them all melted down to make a silver bracelet to match a silver earring she has.
Why is she poor? Her parents were never very rich, being an inventor and a writer. For some reason none of their products or stories brought up very much interest, so they eventually began selling both cheap ideas and short stories for as little money as they could afford to whoever liked them. Now, with a part-time job at the jewler's, she never sells the silver she receives and therefore makes absolutely no money.
What jewlery does she have? She has a small silver ring from the first few months of working at the jewler's. She was very eager to wear a piece of silver on her body, and a tiny earring was the only thing she had enough silver to make. She is trying to save her silver pieces up to make a nice chain bracelet.
What tramatic experance as a kid made her afraid of Crickets: When she was just a couple of weeks old, Era's parents had taken her outside for the first time. It was sunset, and all of the nighttime creatures were just starting to come out. After stumbling around for a bit in the orange-washed grass, Era found a butterfly. It was the most beautiful thing she'd seen in her short life, and she decided to follow it. She began to stray too far from her home cave, though, and her parents quickly brought her back to the cave mouth. She had lost the butterfly. As it got darker she continued to look for more butterflies. When she heard a peculiar chirping noise she perked up. Wobbily following the sound, Era found a cricket. Of course, her young mind didn't identify it as a cricket, however. All she knew was that it was small and had antennae and wings, just like the butterfly. She sniffed at the cricket for a bit, and soon more showed up. However, one bold bug decided to jump onto Era's nose. It scared her - it was far different from the butterfly, up close; it was actually quite scary looking. The baby Bean squealed and tried to shake it off of her nose. The other crickets were still sitting around her feet, which she did not like. She tried to stomp on one, but lost her balance and fell over. She was glad that this fall had caused all of the crickets to hop and fly away, but she was very upset with the fall itself. Now she thinks that crickets are just ugly, noisy creatures that want nothing more than to bite you.
She likes the cold, Why? Since she likes being different, she determined that she did, in fact, like the cold over the warmth, which wasn't what most would choose. She loves when she can see her breath and when her nice fur coat becomes of use. Hot chocolate and fireplace-cooked treats also add to this enjoyment, as they're things one can only have in the cold.
How'd she get those scars? The same bully Bean that stole her necklace kept picking on her after that event. Any time he could, he'd kick her or bite her and taunt her about how he'd taken her most precious item. One day she became quite fed up with him and lost her temper. She retaliated against one of his nips, and he grew very angry. He'd had her backed into a corner, and was very glad with this. Instead of his usual weak smacks and bites, he swung his claws across her face as hard as he could. Era was left dazed by the strike, and her muzzle was cut quite deeply. She took just a bit too long to get home, thanks to the slight head trauma, and her face was left scarred because it didn't get healed in time.
History Besides the events listed above, there wasn't too much interesting for Era. She was born into a poor family with one older sister, who vanished just after Era's second birthday. She spent a bit of her adolescent years searching for her sister, but quickly gave up, deciding to live with only the memories of her sibling. As her parents were so poor, Era left their care earlier than most Beans would, so they didn't have to struggle to provide for her. She's kept a part-time job at the jewler's for about two years straight, and lives off of plants, fruits and berries she finds around her cave.
Personality She is very hardy and tough. She used to be more playful than now, but has grown up too quickly (though it was her choice to do so). She is easily offended, and rejects all help, thinking others believe she's weak. Being weak is one of the things she hates. Ever since she got her scars, she tried to defend herself. The scars remind her of how weak she once was, which pushes her to strive and work to become tougher. She likes to live on just the necessities, indulging in delightful things rarely. Silver, however, is an exception. She loves silver more than anything, as that was the color of her older sister's eyes, which she found beautiful even before her disappearance. Though Era rejects help from others, she is always open to helping.
Art WIP. Collage (By Me)
Other She has to be the most incredible JBD I've ever seen. I've tried my hardest to win her so far, but I hope that, if I don't win, whoever does really appreciates her. Oh, and her Halloween costume is that of a koala bear. She finds it quite funny. Ooh! I see she's now to be friends with Mango. This works out perfectly for me - I am best friends in real life with Mang's owner, iceeon. <3

[4kcuo]

Name:
Terabithia

Nick name:
Terra

Super embarrassing nick name:
Twixie Bear

Gender:
Female

Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:

It was kind of surprising, really, when it happened. I didn't take it personally or anything, but c'mon, anyone would be a bit disturbed if a stranger got your gender completely wrong. But obviously this wasn't going through my mind when I was riding through the subway, so oh well, I'd have to suck it up and act like I wasn't surprised.

So as I said. Me, riding the subway, my head down and my eyes on the floor like I was some criminal that had escaped from prison. A low hood draped over my face, and my bright pink eyes shimmered in the light. Not that it mattered, of course. The stranger was riding alongside me, a JBD with ridiculously large eyes and makeup that made her look slightly like a popstar-demon-posh thing that had been attacked by a hairdresser. I barely even looked at her the entire ride, but of course she just had to strike up a conversation with the shadowy figure beside her.
The first thing she said was a simple Hello.
"Hey." I said quietly, not looking into her eyes.
She looked slightly amused. "Isn't it a wonderful day?" she asked, reminding me of one of those soap opera things you can find on Channel 6. I gave her a crazy look, and, with a rather rude answer answer, changed her expression to one of puzzlement and anger.
"I guess you can say it could be compared to your beauty, madam. Or in other words it isn't the best day of my life." was my reply, and I can tell you it didn't stick well with the posh lady that sat next to me. She snorted.
"Well then! I expected that the young men around here would be more polite to the ladies." she exclaimed, her eyes betraying the fact that her feelings had been hurt. She then walked off, or rather, as I noted amusingly, sashayed off down the isle and sat in a different seat with a near duplicate lady JBD that could only pass as her best friend, or better yet, sister.

Interesting.... What her most ridiculous fear:

My most ridiculous fear? That's a hard question, but I guess I could answer it and still keep my dignity. Even if it sounds a bit strange or just plain weird to you, I shall tell you that I have perfectly good reason to be afraid of it. So here goes nothing.
I am insanely afraid of lightbulbs. This, to you, must sound crazy, but it is perfectly reasonable and not the least bit irrational to me. Seriously. A lightbulb has to be the most terrifying thing I've ever laid eyes on. It dislike every little bit about them. I hate the glass, since you know, if it breaks it's sharp and will cut you. I absolutely despise screwing them in (it's so freaking annoying I just wanna askjgdflsghdf) and anyways, whenever you need to unscrew them they burn your hands. It's a complete waste of time and I have grown a fear of them, and I avoid them at all costs. Not to mention they could light your house on fire. Irrational? Absolutely not.

Waffles, Why does she hate them?:

Ahh. Waffles. They have to be the most ridiculous, evil little things in the world. Terrifying, also, but nothing compared to lightbulbs. Still, the people who like waffles make absolutely no sense whatsoever. So here's my story.

The high school science fair! One of my favorite activities so far into the school year (With the school dances a close second and picture day dead last) and by far the most rewarding, especially with the extra credit involved. My current project this year was how the different pelt colors of certain animals (cats, dogs, guinea pigs) effected their intelligence if it even did. I had a good feeling about this year and I was so excited, 'cause all that was going through my head was that I could be the one going home with the first-place ribbon pinned to my shirt!
So I started immediately. I used my friend's pets as test subjects and put them each through a serious of tests, like a maze and such. I found the average of each group of animal's scores and used that as a control. I was very proud of it so far and couldn't wait until judging day, or at least until she came along.
She was doing a project. Something about how much water/syrup a waffle can soak up. It was crazy, an idiotic idea that a 3rd grader could of done. I considered her as little competition and ignored her project- a great mistake, even it I could never of thought she would have any chance of stealing my prize. For, truthfully, I needed that ribbon. Not only for the title, but I also because the extra credit would boost my suffering science grade. This was important, and this girl had an A+ report card and was doing perfectly fine otherwise. I was pretty upset.
So I continued. Pretty soon I was done- everything was in order. So as I set up my stall in the gym the next week, I made everything look neat and pretty with my graphs and signs and such. Everything was in order, fine, perfect. I was confident in myself, and happy to be here. I couldn't wait until judging started.
But judging didn't start until later- about 3 hours, probably. Within the next 5 minutes I was slouched over in my chair and my hoody covered my face. I felt like a zombie sitting there, my back arched like a hunchback, my eyes fixed on the clock in a vicious stare. I continued like this, probably creeping out anybody who passed by, for the next 3 hours.
Pure. Torture.
So finally everyone starts arriving and they put up their displays and the judges get out their clipboards and paste an awkward smile onto their faces. Like, goodness, didn't they know their eyes told us everything? The way they crease their brows or narrow their eyes gives away the fact that they think that all the projects that we have done are a complete waste of their precious time.

When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:
She's now kind of a reble teen...Why might that be?
She love silver, but she's rather poor how does she end up getting it?
Why is she poor?
What jewlery does she have?
What tramatic experance as a kid made her afraid of Crickets:
She likes the cold, Why?
How'd she get those scars?
History(Optional, but I love reading so take that into account)
Personality
Art
Other

[Pk.]

She's awesome ;u;

[.Survivor.]

Name:
Solar Eclipse

Nick name: You can call me Eclipse

Super embarrassing nick name: Clippy.....I just hate that nick name

Gender:
Female...Duh

Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:
Well....I guess that would be the time I was helping a friend with a prank...It started out well, but everything went wrong and the tie was superglued to me for a WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All that week, everyone thought I was a guy! Can you believe that! I mean, come on! I don't even LOOK like a guy!.....and don't even ask what's up with the Super glue and a tie....it was a prank......a horrible prank that went wrong...

Interesting.... What her most ridiculous fear:
Super glue.....So Horrible......never again.....NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Waffles, Why does she hate them?:
They are just too fluffy and golden...that's just not right! Its like clouds.....they look so fluffy...but then the rain comes...and that brings CRICKETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!

When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:
It was my favorite Crescent Moon Charm necklace....I was playing outside when a thunderstorm came...Lightning hit the tree I was playing under and I scrammed. It was only later that I realized I had lost my necklace....I never found it.

She's now kind of a rebel teen...Why might that be?
I can do everything and I know EVERYTHING!!!!! No One can tell me what to do and when to do it!

She love silver, but she's rather poor how does she end up getting it?
Hehe....I have a secret little cave that no one knows about....and no one ever will...

Why is she poor?
Well, if you MUST know.....I live on the "Wrong side of the tracks" if you know what I mean.

What jewlery does she have?
A 14k gold Cresent moon necklace that I got for my last birthday

What tramatic experance as a kid made her afraid of Crickets:
Oh my....The crickets.....Why did they have to chase me! WHY!!!!!!!!!(Ahem....I'll explain for Eclipse...When she was little, she loved to hear the crickets chirp at night and one night, she went out looking for them. She disturbed a nest of them and they of course jumped like crazed, mad bugs...Eclipse thought that they were chasing her....) THEY WERE CHASING ME I TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She likes the cold, Why?
Well, I like the cold because there are NO BUGS!....Especially CRICKETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How'd she get those scars?
I Blame the Crickets. (Ahem...in other words, Eclipse ran into a tree as she was running away from a cricket...)

History(Optional, but I love reading so take that into account)
You know, Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks never really did bother me. I mean, the others would look at me and my family with pity in their eyes, But I had a roof over my head and food to eat and clothes to wear...I was fine! And Happy! I had a Father and Mother who cared for me and friends in my neighborhood. Of course I couldn't have what the other kids at school had....the latest gaming system, the newest CD album, the designer brand clothes...But I really didn't care. I had everything I needed and my parents taught me that as long as I had that, I was far better off than most. Now that I am a teen, I have a small job that helps with the payments and all that. I happy and still have my childhood friends that like me for Who I am not how much money I have.

Personality
Kind, Loving, Cheerful, (Afraid of bugs), and Happy even in sad times...She is one who doesn't care what others think. She is thankful for the stuff she has and doesn't care what the world thinks.

Art
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Yes...She is THAT Afraid of Crickets!


Her Halloween Costume...
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Why are you dressed as a giant cricket, Eclipse?
Because they are scary!
No they're not...
Yes they ARE!!!!!!!!

Other
A short Story....

When Eclipse was little she didn't have many friends....in fact,she didn't have any. Until a JellyBean Dragon named Mango came along. She met Mango one day while she was hiding from the crickets...(who only came out at night mind you.) "What are you doing?" Mango asked her as she was hiding in a tree. "HIDING!".....Mango looked at her,puzzled..."um....what are you hiding from?" Eclipse looked at the newcomer with a 'i can't believe you' look. "THE CRICKETS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" She hissed,afraid that the crickets would somehow hear her and attack her. "Um...If I help you get rid of the Crickets,will you come down?" Mango asked as he(?) Watched the crazy She Dragon. Eclipse nodded her head and watched as Mango got rid off all the crickets. She hopped down and walked home with Mango. They have been friends ever since.




To Whoever wins her, She is beautiful and take Care of her! AND KEEP HER AWAY FROM CRICKETS WHATEVER YOU DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Loenna]

Name:

My Name is Toxic Wave. Odd name but yeah.

Nick name:

My main Nickname is Toxy but my best friend Mango calls me "Wavey" No one else can call me Wavey apart from Mango.

Super embarrassing nick name:

NEVER EVER EVER call me "Tox" I hate that and you don't want to see me angry.

Gender:

I AM Female, because I'm blue and my name isn't exactly like Angelina the Ballerina people assume i'm a boy.

Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:

How can I only say one? its happened to many times. I have learnt to live with it and just move on in life.

The fist time it happened is when I was 7 and living on the streets (i'm 18 now by the way) I was sat in a shop doorway when a child and their mother went by "LOOK AT THAT DOGGY." The Child said. In my mind I was trying to piece together how the heck I looked like a dog. But I still sat there just staring at the child. The mother bent down and patted my head "Good boy!" She cooed. So now I was a dog and a boy? It shocked me at first and I felt a bit self concious from then on thnking I was masculine (as a child I was more feminine as I am now)

Intersting.... What her most ridiculous fear:

Ok, ok I admit it. I have a fear of dogs. I got attacked by one when I was 3 and it left me scarred both mentally and physically. But shhh, no one else knows about this. Apart from Mango, who I tell everything to.

Waffles, Why does she hate them?:

*Shudders* I HATE waffles because *starts to whimper* that was the last food I ate in a house before I ended up on the streets. They bring back guilt, regrets and sadness.

When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:

When I was three, this bird who was named "Featheria" (fev-ee-ree-a) gave me this piece of Silver, a human ring. It was beautiful it shone in the light. But then one night it was stormy and I was scared I could hear the trees bustling together and the howling that echoed through the town. I was so terrified. I hurriedly put my few belongings in my pouch and ran to a nearby empty warehouse. On the way the piece of Silver must of fallen out because I never saw it again.

Featheria gave me more silver over time but that first piece, I miss so much.

Featheria flew away for Winter every year (she never told me where she went) and everytime she came back. Apart from one, when I was 6 years old. She went South and never came back. I haven't seen her since. But I do sometimes think I can hear her by me. She's my guardian Angel.

She's now kind of a reble teen...Why might that be?

For the majority of my life I have been living on the streets. To get food, even though I hated it. I had to shoplift. I would steal bread, fruit, chocolate, Vegetables anything just to keep me alive. I also stole non-food items too to give me something to do, Like pens and notebooks. It made me feel awful but it was what I needed to do to survive.

She love silver, but she's rather poor how does she end up getting it?

Featheria gave it all to me. I believe she was a... whats that bird again? Oh yeah, Magpie. She loved shiny things. She never revealed exactly where she got it from but I did hear a lot of sirens and loud noises whenever I walked past Andrew and Taylor Jewellers Which I heard is where Silver is kept.

Why is she poor?

As you know, I live on the streets and I have done since I was Three, At that age I should of been in my Mothers pouch not sleeping in the rubbish bin. I was a good baby but my parents couldn't look after me so they abandoned me. Tied me to a pole in the town centre I believe. Thats where Featheria found me. She spent days trying to cut through the rope. She finally did but was weak. She saved me. It brings a tear to my eye. I miss Featheria so much. She didn't deserve to die. We had three precious years together. I know she's with me. I just wish we could speak.

What jewlery does she have?

I own 4 silver necklaces, a golden ring, 3 silver bracelets and 3 sets of earrings. All from Featheria. They stay in my pouch all the time.

What tramatic experance as a kid made her afraid of Crickets:

Featheria was away for the winter and I spent my night in a old Garbage/rubbish bin. Just as I got in I heard this strange noise and I felt something on my fur It was pitch black so I couldn't see. I got out of the bin and went underneath a street light down the road a little. Thats when I saw....the cricket. I screamed so loud and darted across the road being hooted at by 2-legged creatures in their cars. I was tiny and started to panic. I rolled over and over to get it off me. I killed it but the fright made my heart beat so fast that I passed out. It left me so scared. If I hear that noise at night now I have to go under a streetlight and I stay there all night.

She likes the cold, Why?

For 15 years I have lived in the cold. I'm immune to it now. So I really don't mind it. I love playing in the cold snow as well. It gives me something to play with over the Winter (winter is a hard time for me because it reminds me of Featheria)Feeling the cool of the snow in my fur, I love it!!

How'd she get those scars?

The scars?..... well, I got them from the dog attack. The dog lunged at me thinking I was a fluffy toy and scratched my Muzzle. It hurt a lot. He also cut my paw, tail and hind leg. but all of those scars have healed well. The ones on my face though are better than they used to be but still sore. even after 15 years.

History (Story too)(Optional, but I love reading so take that into account)

I was born on May 1st 1994 in a Woodland. I am not quite sure where. We lived in a broken down house made of twigs, leaves and broken wood. Which was tied up between 2 trees and it was very small. My parents spent most of the day out and about leaving me sleeping in the den. I never knew why they left me. Some times they were gone for days on end. I was just a newborn and was left to fend for myself. To get food, shelter everything. My size came in handy, as a baby I was smaller than the average bunny size. I was more overweight guinea pig size. Which came in handy when hiding from predators.

When they returned they would barely look at me. they fed me waffles and the odd bit of meat but I was a hinderance to them. They showed me no love or affection. It was what I knew. What i thought all parents were like.

It was only when I started Nursery aged 2 is when I realised something was different. I'd walk there myself with a few leaves on my back for camoflauge on the way. By now I was smaller bunny sized. When I walked in and sat on the carpet for storytime I'd notice children kissing their parents goodbye and hugging them. I wondered why my parents didn't do that with me.

I didn't enjoy nursery, I was an outsider. No one wanted to be friends with me. They all thought I was some weird unloved loner who spent all day moping around alone and would give them weirdness if they came close to me.

Aged 3 I returned home from nursery to find my parents waiting for me
"We have been offered the chance to go somewhere else. But we can't take you. Follow us and we will take you to town where someone else can look after you as we can't." My father ordered. I followed a long behind him and we reached a busy road. He sat me by a pole and tied me to it "Good luck in life." He said and we went away without even turning back.

Part of me was happy but I was scared. first of all I was tied to a pole and unable to move and I was about to face the world alone.

After being trapped for 5 hours, I was Parched and Starving. I sat watching the machines whizz past. I was so thirsty I would of drunk acid.

Finally a bird (Featheria) came and well you already know about the rope chewing part.

Able to move again I was overjoyed. I climbed through Rubbish bins and ate anything I could see, from Leftovers to cardboard. Every night Featheria would come back. for a few weeks I slept anywhere I could find which made Featheria finding me harder but then I found a derelict house which I decided to live in. The house was quite small but it made a nice shelter to sleep in.

I spent the daytime walking around town and gathering food and interesting things to keep in my den. The den made good shelter but it didn't have a roof and bricks were falling off the walls.

At winter time featheria would wave goodbye and fly away somewhere for the winter months. She would come back around the following February with a tan and a bikini (Lol, I'm kidding).

When I was 6 years old I was anxiously waiting Featherias arrival. Sat in my den with some Peanut butter and a biscuit taken out of the neighborus bin. I saw birds starting to appear in the distance. Groups of them flying over head. I waited all day, and the next and the next. The stragglers came and went and no flock had gone by for days. I waited all the way through February and through March, and april. When it reached May I had lost all hope. "She's gone." I sobbed. I didn't go to town for about 3 weeks. I survived on the food around the house. Which was Mainly grass and a few berries.

Near the end of may I decided enough was enough. No more watching my tears land on the brick floor of my den. I decided to move away from my den. It held to many memories. I said goodbye to it and headed into town as a 6 year old ready to face the world alone once again.

I changed where I slept every night, One night in a bin, another in a bush and even sometimes in a tree.

Aged 13 I decided i'd head back to the old derelict house and see if it was still live-in-able. I didn't realise how far i'd gone away from it. Four days later I arrived. It was even more crooked and broken than when I had been there. I went in through the hole in the wall and looked around. A sense of sadness hit me as it reminded me of my days with Featheria.

Looking around I noticed that everything had moved. Someone had been here. I tiptoed out to the secret hideaway spot that I slept in when I lived here. As I arrived at the spot I saw a piece of blue fur sticking out from the top of a cardboard box. I peered inside. A JBD that looked about my age was fast asleep. I had never seen another JBD before so I screamed in shock. The JBD jumped up and screamed as well. "OHMYGAWD." he yelled. "WHAT IS YOU. DON'T HURT ME."



After he calmed down we introduced ourselves. It turns out that he is called Mango. He has a loving human but likes to spend his days in the house so he can juggle his thoughts and sleep.

Mango came with me walking around the streets every day we became best friends. Turns out that he is only a year younger than me! He calls me "Wavey" and I call him "Mango". We always have a good laugh with each other. He is so understanding. Especially when I started crying about Featheria when we saw a dead bird. He is a great friend!

I have now known him for 5 years and we are inseperable. He introduced me to his other friends as well




Adeo and Cheesecake. We sometimes go shopping together and they lend me money to buy sweets with!! they are great friends!

Personality

My Personality? Well I asked Mango, Cheesecake and Adeo and this is what they said summed up in to a few words......

Toxic is.......... Hyper, Mischevious, Annoying (sometimes), Loyal, Great Friend, Honest, Generous, Bonkers, Sweet.

Toxic? Toxic is Bouncy, Great Listener, Always Happy, Dreamy, Energetic, Mad, A bit stupid, Weird. But a great friend anyway.

Wavey is Really sweet and loving, Caring, Gentle, Helpful, Nice, Calm, Strong, Independent, Adorable and an awesome dragon!!

My Halloween Costume

Every year, Adeo, Cheesecake, Mango and I all go out trick or treating around my home the neighbourhood. I love halloween so much. Getting nice, sweet, clean food makes it better than christmas!

This year, I am going trick or treating dressed as a..... wait for it......... KANGAROO!!! Kangaroo's are lean,mean fighting machines! They kick, Punch, box and they are vicious. Although they are very cute like me.

This is my outfit: It will be explained below:



Its awfully drawn, sorry about that

This is my Kangaroo costume

It is a zip-up with a hood. (Picture it as a bit like the Lion and tiger outfits in the store)

My tail is squished in to the tail part of the costumes and my ears are squished under the hood.
The hood has fluffy lining to keep me cosier whilst walking around.
The Costume is quite thick but is still lightweight. So it keeps me warm but itsn't too much weight to carry around with.
The Back legs are longer than my actual feet to give it a Kangaroo impression.
The pouch also shows its a kangaroo, although I already have a pouch.
It is furry which makes it look like a Kangaroo.
It comes with a Pumpkin Candy basket perfect for collecting up my sweets.
My feet are bare so I can still feel the ground and my costume won't get dirty. if I have to walk in Mud

Other Photos

This picture is of Cheesecake, Adeo, mango and I after a long night of film-watching at Mango's house. Mango was so tired he fell asleep so we all gathered around him and decided to take pictures. Adeo started patting his head as if he was a dog as Cheesecake giggled and I just stood there like a lemon.

[wildly-unaware]

Name:
Serelle
Nick name:
Ella
Pronounced Sare-see
Super embarrassing nick name:
Well she has two x3
Flossy and Seraboo (Sarah - boo)

Never, ever bring them up again....

Gender:
Female
Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:
Heh heh this is interesting,
Well she was actually standing in a perfume line,which made this even more strange. She hates being mistaken for a boy but she does understand that it is a simple mistake. Well as she was standing in the line, another male JBD came up to her and said, "Hey dud, why are you in this line? Are you getting something for your girl?" Serelle was ballistic! She stiffened and turned around, "Excuse me?!" she said slightly clenching her teeth, "Oh um, ah S-sorry..." the male backed off when he realized she was a 'she' . Serelle was so embarrassed!
Intersting.... What her most ridiculous fear:

Don't...You...Dare....

And if I do dare? ^3^

You wouldn't?!

Oh but I would >:D
She is scared of clouds!

No!!
How could you ;n;
They are fluffy, and high above my head and when the mist surronds me its like the clouds have fallen and are trying to eat me OK!... I dun like it! ;n;

Hurr hurr, It's alright Serelle everyone has a fear.
Waffles, Why does she hate them?:

You dare speak that name?! ono
They are strangley shaped and horrid! They are basically chips that have been squashed together and pieces cut out of it! Ships should never be so misshaped ;n;

When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:
Serelle lost her mothers locket when she was three. Her mother had sadly died when she was younger and that locket was her mothers and had her picture inside. Serelle was distraught. She would always had worn it and when she was told to take it off the put it in her pouch, she thinks that it might not have went in her pouch but somehow missed it and she didn't realize.
She's now kind of a reble teen...Why might that be?
Her past, it has affected so much of her <3 The poor soul <3
She loves silver, but she's rather poor how does she end up getting it?
Sometimes Serelle is a little drawn to silver and steals it. She will always feel bad after though. But a part of her doesn't mind because she thinks that all the new pieces of silver will make up for her mothers lost locket that was also made of silver.
Why is she poor?
Well she isn't very sociable and usually pushes people away, making her alone most of the time. She has never really had the time to try and earn something to help her because she is too busy running from the rest of the world.
What jewlery does she have?
She has a gold necklace with a heart and two silver bangles. She also has two silver studs in the left ear and one in the right. She also has a silver tail band.
What tramatic experance as a kid made her afraid of Crickets:
When she was seven she was dared to eat one and it was horrible! She hated it and another one of the boys dangled one over her head and then dropped it on her. She then couldn't get it out of her fur and had to jump into a nearby river to get it out.
She likes the cold, Why?
She loves how not loads of others are around in the cold and she has plenty of time to think and distress herself. She doesn't have to worry about the way she brushes her fur and other girls taunting her because she doesn't do anything with it. Or others saying that she is strange and annoying, it gives her time to come out and be herself. It is one of the only times she can be herself.
How'd she get those scars?
Well I can say its a totally amazing action packed story why, but she tends to get in a lot of fights, sometimes with the wrong dragons. One time when she was arguing it got a little over board and the dragon had scratched her and his claws were awfully sharp. Luckily when he attacked she dodged it a bit or else he may have take out her eye...
History
Will so come <3
~wip
Personality
Serelle can be quite dull and sorrowful at times. Though in general her life may not be great but she loves every minute of it because there is always action going on somewhere. She will be forever loyal to any of her friends and she hopes that she can improve her hot headed personality to try and make more new friends. She is very easily irritated and she can be very sarcastic at times. If she has something to say then she will say it and not hold back to think first. She prefers to be alone than with loads of other dragons and she doesn't like being the center of attention.
Art
Le wip ~
~ Getting Deeper ~
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Theme Song:
What hurts the most~
Who says ~

Birthday:
December 13th 1990

Age:
21

Star Sign:
Sagittarius
Year of the rabbit
Element - Fire
Planet - Jupiter
Yin-Yang symbol - Yin
Tree - Fig tree
Number - 8
Season - Fall
Colour - Maroon
Day of the week - Monday
Birthstone