[lawfullychaotic]

Sabrookoo

Name:
Sabrookoo, but most call me Koo.

Gender:
Female! It's because of my butt is'nt it?

Age:
I'm 7! Still small but I still bite.

Small details:
Nick-nacks:
I have a very strong connection to the other side, and I can't help but use a special gift I have received from my mom... The Sixth sense.
It is an honor and privilege to have it, in my line of work it is awfully useful. It has saved me multiple times and I hope you'll enjoy my story that involves the Sixth sense, and plays a big part in it.

Hobbies:
Well, dancing is fun! I took it up a year ago, and I'm still loving it!
I am also a newbie cryptid hunter, as people say, like mother like daughter! And if you did'nt know I also do photography. I need to have experience so I can take pictures of my strange friends! As I will tell you my story soon, I must also say I'm a experienced tree climber!

Favs:
Animal: Bear
Colour: Dark blue
Activity: Dancing
Hobby: Looking into Paranormal activity.
Movie: Step up 3
Food: Creme brule
Song: Boat and Birds- Gregory and the Hawks.

Nandi Bear:
Considered Africa’s most vicious beast, the Nandi Bear is a cryptid named for the Nandi people among whom it was reported to have lived in western Kenya. It also had various other names, including chemosit (or chimosit), kerit, duba, vere, kikambangwe, and sabrookoo.

According to observers, the Nandi Bear resembled a powerfully built upright tree-climbing hyena between 4 and 6 feet tall, with high front shoulders and a sloping back. It had thick dark reddish-brown or brown hair or fur, a thick mane, large teeth, and a long pointed head and snout, said to be similar to that of the American Brown Bear.
Heres a pic

Digging Deeper:
Personality:
Koo is a loving, witty, optimistic and emotional character.

||Loving||:
Like in the story, her love for creatures saved the Nandi bear, even if it was a vicious beast.
She has cared for every little creature, whom breathes and walks, crawls and hops. She loves every person for who they are and never tries to judge people for looks and such.

||Witty & optimistic ||
As you can tell in the story she loves a good laugh and always tries to have the best time she can anywhere. She can be the clown or the life of a party, and can't help but enjoy the attention.
She also tries to look at the bright side and then make a joke to make others or herself feel better.
She loves to make people laugh and make new friends, while having a good jaul with others.
Most of her jokes consist of cheesey comments and sarcastic phrases.

||Emotional||
Even though she can be quite, she is definitely over emotional.
She normally gets like this when people are horrible to others or herself and mostly loses control. Her outbursts are ferocious and she can get to the stage of throwing things at the person, and rarely throwing punches and kicking.
She has emotional break downs and can't stop till she has comfort and love from someone close to her.

||Sarcastic||
She can be very Sarcastic when she finds that people don't take her seriously and she can get REALLY agro when people say her jokes are stuiped and childish and will probably have an outburst.
All her best jokes are Sarcastic and everyone laughs while she stands around with a quizzeling look on her face saying "What's so funny?" which makes everyone laugh harder

Attributes she'll get when she's older:

||Shy||
She'll become slightly shy because of her strange habits and odd job.
She will be awkward around guys, but when you get to know her she'll become her old self and she'll open up.
She will close up though if you take her near another person and she remotely reply with mostly "Yes", "Yup "U-huh". This also means she'll be more embarrassed about small things, and making her a bit more emotional.

||Artistic & Creative||
By artistic I mean like, crafty and good with imagining how things will turn out.
She'll also be way better at photography, and she'll probably take up classes in photography.
She also will be a more eccentric character, who makes everyone either stare or smile.

Story:

"Breathing was'nt the problem, opening my mouth was.
The fast, and meaty breath behind me was too much for my sense of smell, and I had lost feeling in my legs long ago.
I was used to long distance, but while being followed by a beast that is'nt supposed to exist was tearing my confidence to shreds.
I burst into a small clearing.
I looked at a large tree that stretched to the sky. Without a second thought I rushed up the tree. The African Sunset was beautiful, even if I only got a small glimpse. I gasped as I looked down. I was about 2 meters in the air and the hyena-cross-bear, was already half-way up.
I watched as the Nandi Bear started to growl, as the branches became thinner and thinner. Thank you mom for the horrible food I joked to myself. I realized with a pang that I might never see my parents. If only our last encounter had'nt left to a fight I would have never been in this situation. I felt tears spring to my eyes, and sluggishly wind their way down my cheek, eventually falling off and hitting (With a stroke of luck) the Nandi Bear in the eye blinding it, as it stepped on a too thin branch.
It fell and to my surprise, my body lurched forward, and I desperately tried to give it a few seconds to find a foot hold.
I gritted my teeth as my arm was at dislocating point and finally the bear rested its paws on the bark.
While it was dazed, I used my Sixth sense and told it gently I mean no harm; so don't do any to me. Even when it looked idiotic I could tell the creature was quite smart. It lowered itself to the ground and looked up expectingly.
I started to climb down. After the run my legs weren't awfully stable, and they kept buckling under the stress. I was now half way when to my horror, the branch I was standing on began to snap.
I grabbed onto the thicker part and I watched the branch fall down. I wondered what to do. If I try drop, most likely I'll land on the branch and it'll snap. I felt time running out and as I looked down, I notice the bear, the big brown eyes said Let go.
I knew it was smart, but how could I let go. I tried to shift my arm to get a better grip, but because of the strain on my arm from saving the bear, my arm slipped. I cried out in pain and fear as I slipped off the branch. This is the end... I will die from falling off a tree... not awfully heroic I thought and let a tear fall down my cheek. I closed my eyes and listen to the air whipping around me. All of a sudden I felt claws, catching me and soft velvet hair tickling my back . I opened my eyes. The same clearing was there, a gigantic Bear was holding me and I had fallen a few meters from a tree... WOW what a day!
As the bear put me on the ground I stood up (Which took me a while) and I did something I wanted to do for a long time.
I turned and hugged the gigantic bear and I felt it hug back. I looked at the sky. The stars twinkled and lit up with excitement, as I sat with the bear and we both held paws.
I stood up and started to walk in the direction of camp when I collapsed from exhaustion. My legs were too tired to take me home!
I wailed as a spike of pain made my stomach cramp. I had'nt had food for a LONG lime.
Suddenly paws sounded behind me, I sat up and smiled as the Nandi bear, picked me up gently and placed me on it's back.
As I rode home, I wondered what would happen if I burst into the camp site riding a brain eating, hyena hybrid bear, that should'nt exist... Well I guess they'll be surprised, my mom will have to stop my dad hitting the bear with a frying pan, and I will be yelling for them to stop.
Oh well.


Warning:
The Rake is a very Scary Criptid and could give you nightmares, looking him up is a bad idea for younger suiters
Desecration is advised.

Suddenly my eyes snapped open.
It was still dark but by how hight the moon was it was about 10:00.
I looked around, it was different from the forest we had been in.
The trees had an aerie glow to them and as I felt the bark it seemed the bark 'curled'. I looked at Nandi who had noticed I had woken up. Hello child... The beautiful voice drifted in my head, Where are we? I asked. She suddenly tensed slightly, making me nervous, if something as terrifying as Nandi was scared then it meant something bad. She relaxed and kept walking You are in a place known as the Encrypted Grove, a place where most cryptids come to stay... it is a very dangerous place for both of us. I may seem strong to you but there are many more much stronger than me She paused and searched the trees. She obviously saw something, because she started into a sprint.
I clung on and noticed small orbs floating everywhere. I guessed they were Willow-the-wisps, the things Mom had told her lead people to their destiny. I noticed that they followed us.
Nandi Growled and lept into the air. I glanced down to see a creature known as a Chupacabra, immediately I thought of mother.
When I get back I'll tell her of all the cryptids I saw, I looked forward and suddenly I saw all the trees and bushes were alive with creatures.
I only relaxed when Nandi slowed and looked ahead. We have to be careful, apparently The Rake is here, She shivered as she finished. Who is The Rake?, I asked He is... well I don't know, everyone that has heard his whispers has died, I fell silent for a few minutes and cautiously asked Is I likely we will meet him? the bear snorted strangely, I was going to ask if she was okay, when I realized she was laughing. That is almost certain, if anyone was going to know a up-sider was here he would know.
Before I could say anything else I saw a light. Look the exit! Seems we won't be meeting Mr.Rake I smiled triumphantly Is that so? The voice I heard was not Nandi's graceful melody, it crackled and snapped in my ears with malicious Terror.
I Stared ahead trying to see the creature, who spoke. I replied shakily What do you want? the voice replied with A sacrifice, one of you can't go out here... Now I could see the creature, It was strangely human with long fingers tipped with small claws, it had small nostrils and its head was slightly dog-like.
It scared me, but I stood up and said out loud "I will fight you!" The Rake looked surprised but satisfied, none of his prey ever stood up to him, well there's a first time for everything.
Suddenly it spoke "Well then pass Nandi, and if you try to help you both will die" For the first time she spoke in human language "Rake, this is not fair. She is only 7, she is young. I will fight you" She stood a chance, however thin it was, but little Koo would'nt last ten seconds. "Sorry Nandi, but she has forfeited her life for yours. Besides I would have caught up with her in a few moments." Koo looked at the two argue and started making a plan. She picked up a few strange looking rocks and placed them in her pouch, hoping they did something to the cryptid.
She glanced around, and noticed the Willow-the-wisps urging her on. This was her destiny, to extract the being that terrified and killed parents and kids. She touched the side of the bears fur. She stopped in mid sentence, "If I don't come back, tell my parents I have died and honorable death and... and," I chocked slightly as I finished "I love them".
With that Nandi promised she would and galloped off, getting far away as possible.
The Rake looked at me, a grin splitting the gray features, making him look even more terrifying.
He charged strait for my legs, but I side stepped so quickly I nearly fell backwards. I grabbed one of the stones and threw one as he passed me, hitting him on the back. To my amazement, it exploded on impact and injured him.
He hissed and in my ears the voice boomed WHERE DID YOU FIND MAGMINTES?. I did'nt get a chance to say something because he launched himself into the air, as the claws came fast and furious.
The sequence was dodge, throw, repeat and it work effectively, but it would'nt be enough. I needed a killer blow to kill or stun him long enough for me to run.
I picked up my last Magminte, and as he charged I threw it so hard my arm popped. We both screamed and he dropped dead and I hissed in pain.
I looked at my desist enemy, and turned to look for Nandi.
I walked out and turned to see a single Willow-the-wisp dissipate.
The End.

[opti-mism]

~Reserving with the name "will-o-the-wisp", with the nickname Willow. :3

My Username:
My username, is quite simple. It's goldenrose7, a username I've almost always used. But, I'm planning on changing it to the name of my first bean for the first month to show my devotion to them. It's been my dream for the past 6 months

[Goddess Sword]

.:.Username.:.
Sexy Louise (~Garnet~)

.:.Name.:.
Yamata no Orochi, or Orochi for short.

.:.About The Name.:.
Yamata no Orochi, often known simply as Orochi, is an eight-headed dragon from Japanese mythology. He demanded that a maiden be sacrificed to him each year for seven years, until the storm god, Susano, intoxicated and killed him.

Orochi has appeared in multiple forms of media, including references in movies, anime, games - Such as Pokémon Black, White, Black 2, and White 2, (Deino and it's evolutions being based on the creature), and the Ōkami series, in which he is a major villain - and more.

Orochi is sometimes used as a name of Japanese origin, generally being male, meaning 'Big snake'.

.:.Gender.:.
Despite her name suggesting otherwise, this little one is a female.

.:.Personality.:.
Sassy, stubborn, and tomboyish, once Orochi sets her mind to something, she refuses to quit. She is highly curious and creative, making her a good puzzle solver. Whenever she meets one of her goals, she quickly becomes bored and sets another - Unfortunately, she's rather forgetful, so these goals are never really completed. She hates sitting around, and is always working towards something. She is highly passionate about what she does, that being... Who knows? She's constantly changing her mind and making decisions in an instant. Of course, this can lead to some trouble at times...

.:.Quirks.:.
Orochi can be rather violent if people get in her way, though it's never all that bad. She is a bit of a pyromaniac, though...

.:.Favorites & Least Favorites.:.
Here~

.:.Story.:.
The little Bean stared up at her 'big brother', Zilar, as he swung the Wii Remote wildly. She turned to the screen, where a white wolf (Amaterasu, from what her brother had told her) was fighting some strange creature with eight heads.

"Zil?" she asked, poking him.

"W-What?" he asked in reply, pressing a button on the remote that caused a menu screen to pop up, interrupting the fight. "W-What is it, O-Orochi?"

She smiled. "I was wondering what that thing Ammy was fighting is called, and what it is and stuff. The one with eight heads, you know?"

"O-Oh." The older Bean pressed the button again. "This? T-This is Orochi," he said, gesturing towards the screen and swinging his remote.

"Orochi? No, I'm Orochi, silly!" she laughed.

Zilar sweatdropped. "W-Well, yeah, but this was the f-first Orochi, I guess. H-He was where you g-got your name from, y-you know."

"Oh, okay! But what is he?" she asked, tilting her head.

"W-Well, um... He was, l-like, this huge snake-dragon t-thing with eight heads. H-He was a character in J-Japanese mythology, and he was k-killed by Susano - He's t-the alcoholic with the s-sword in this game, but in mythology, h-he was a storm god. A-Anyway, just like in this game, O-Orochi demanded a sacrifice of a young w-woman every year, and... Y-Yeah. I can't remember a-all of it, but that was t-the basic concept of it."

"Oh. So he's dead, then?" she asked, looking rather disappointed.

"W-Well, it was just a m-myth, so he may not have e-existed in the first place. I'm n-not sure, you know?"

"Oh, yeah, I get it. So, this is as close as I'll ever get to seeing my namesake in person, I guess?"

Zilar looked down at the Bean, then shrugged, pausing the game and handing the Wii Remote over to her. "O-Okay, basically, you press and h-hold the B button to pull up your c-canvas, the A button to d-draw, the control stick makes A-Ammy move, and you shake the W-Wii remote in a rhythm to a-attack. For this fight, y-you need to use W-Waterspout, and Exorcism Slips are a-always good. Now, I h-have the Rosary equipped, b-but the weapon class you start off w-with is the Reflector, which is p-pretty easy for new players to f-figure out, so if you want to c-change your weapon, you go onto t-this screen..."

She might not get to meet him in real life, but she could still take the form of a wolf and whack Orochi with a flaming mirror, which was good enough for her.

...She still didn't get why she was named after a guy, though.

.:.Art.:.
Quick doodle of her~

[byyrde]

I'm going to introduce myself properly, instead of just a little "username" tag with the name following. My name is Festus., even if my username is Watson. It's temporary. Feel free to call me just about whatever. Watson., Festus, Festiy, Festi, Festy, I really have no preferences. Below is my form for this fantastic little Bean. I love her. ;u; <333 She's pretty much my dream bean. The one I've been waiting for.

----The waters have always beckoned to me...

Name;; Dobhar-Chú
Nicknames;; Dobby, Dobs, Chewie
--She prefers not to be called Dobby or Chewie, but any will do. Mustn't be picky with a name like hers.
Gender;; Female

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Birth day;; December 29
Zodiac Sign;; Capricorn
Friends;; None as of yet.

Age;; 7 1/2 years old
Size;; A tad smaller than a bulldog, but larger than a cat
Family;; Chubacabra-Mother___Daniel-Father___Azura-Sister

Accessories;;
These are important. She has one main accessory that goes everywhere with her. Her headband. It fits around her head and behind her ears, and has a tie in the back. The pattern means a lot to her; It's a Celtic pattern inspired by her namesake, the Dobhar Chu.
She also carries a pack slung across her shoulders, in which she keeps her Cryptology book, her pencil, and her flashlight. All the most important things she owns.

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Personality;;
Dobs has a very peculiar personality. She's full of phobias and other strange afflictions. Adding these all together however, makes her the good-natured explorer she is today. She doesn't need a partner or friends to do the work she enjoys. She's fine on her own.
Dobhar Chu is a mixture of different personality traits surrounded by one particular one. Adventurous. She absolutely loves adventure, to the point of sneaking off to have them. She hasn't got a worry in the world when it comes to the dangers of adventure. Sometimes this gets her into trouble. She has a hard time fathoming how great the trouble can be, until it's right on top of her. Despite that, she still loves her adventures. It's the one thing that can draw her out of her Cryptology book and into the wide world.
Dobs can be antisocial, but not to a disorder point. She has a hard time starting and continuing a conversation. The only conversations she can do easily are arguments. Dobhar is very argumentative, but never with her parents or sibling. And never to an aggressive point. She always listens to her parents and would never fight them or disagree with them for anything.

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What is a Dobhar Chu?;;

The Dobhar Chu is a creature of Irish folklore. The rough translation of the name is "Water Hound".
Legend says that these large creatures resembled otters and dogs, or a mix of the two.
The beasts live in whatever body of water pleases them.
While sightings of these cryptids are rare, they are still present, according to one headstone in Ireland.
It tells of a woman who was killed by a Dobhar Chu, her husband having to kill the beast that murdered his wife and its mate.
A newspaper report about a man attacked by the mysterious otter dog also tells that perhaps the Dobhar Chu have moved from Ireland to the United States...

Which is where young Dobbie's story begins.

Day 1. Lake Eerie, Pennsylvania. 10:12 PM.

Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.
Robert Fulghum

Ever get the feeling you're being watched?
As I sat near the Lake Eerie, I kept getting that feeling. That feeling that someone was after me, waiting and watching. Every time I looked over my shoulder to see what it was though, there was nothing. My breath got quicker as I worked harder to finish the image I had drawn. A chill rattled down my spine and I turned, yet again, to the lake.
It was calm that night. The waters were quiet, cold, and ever blank. The tiny waves that usually undulated to shore weren't even out. It was pitch black, excluding my flashlight, and yet you could still see the water of the lake. What if it was in there? The creature I had come so far out to find? Sneaking away had probably been my first mistake, but when you learn your namesake is a cryptid, like the ones you've been studying for so long, it's hard to avoid.
I did my best to turn back to my book when I swore I heard the waters slapping the shore yet again, as something approached. By now the fur on the back of my neck had risen. I shoved my book back into my pack, and shone the flashlight out in direction of the sound. It was just a boat coming in. Why it had been out there so late at night in the first place... Who will ever know.
I took one last look at Eerie, before realizing that it wasn't there. My name, my obsession..
The Dobhar Chu.
A beastly otter, or dog, whichever you choose to call it. It was rumored to live in Lake Eerie at some point, but if it did, I'm not seeing it here. The whole story originates from Ireland. It's said that a woman was killed by a great, beastly sea creature. The husband was quick to have to take down the beast and its mate. I'm sure there are more than one if that's how it went. There has to be more than one...

Next stop, a boat to Ireland.

Day 4. North Atlantic Ocean. 11:12 AM.

Enthusiasm is excitement with inspiration, motivation, and a pinch of creativity.
Bo Bennett

I managed to catch the Queen Mary, a fine boat that sails to Ireland from New York. It's a fantastic view for me... If I didn't get so seasick. I spend half of my time in my cabin researching cryptids and the other half at the side of the boat, wretching out whatever I had the previous night. I don't think I've had a full stomach since I left New York Harbor.
I've learned even more on my namesake. Turns out the Dobhar Chu is considered "The Irish Crocodile" and is one of the most deadly and vicious beasts on the Emerald Isle. I'll head there, since perhaps that's where we will find our quarry. They say it's around 7 feet long, at least, and that it has been around since 1864.
There's been a lot of inspection on the creature, and thoughts about what it really is. Like maybe an unidentified seal species, or some sort of otter-gone-mad... I don't believe those theories however. I know it exists. Or else I wouldn't exist, or at least I'd be named Lily or something like that.
I also found the account recorded on a stone tablet regarding the Dobhar Chu...
“On September 27, 1722, a woman named Grace was killed by a Dobhar-chu, while washing clothes in Glenade Lake. When her husband came to find her, he found instead a Dobhar-chu sitting on her bloody clothes and mutilated body. He killed the beast, stabbing it in the heart. As it died, it made a noise like a whistle. Its supposed mate rose from the water and chased the man and his friend. They killed it before it got the chance to hurt either man.”

Starting to wonder if I should regret this trip.

Day 9. Dublin, Ireland. 9:00 PM

Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise.
Alice Walker

Turns out Emerald Isle is another name for Ireland.
And seeing as I'm now stuck in Dublin, I have to decide where to go next.

I'll head to the village where it all started. Glenade.

Day 10. Glenade Village, Ireland. 8:05 PM

Life is either a great adventure or nothing.
Helen Keller

I see it.
I see it now...
It's here.
It's so beautiful.
So.... deadly.
I wouldn't dare go near it out of fear. No, not yet. The Dobhar Chu is a dangerous and considerably vile creature. But...
But I see it.
Everyone who says I was wrong is wrong. Every scientist, every disprover, every skeptic is wrong. I knew the Dobhar Chu existed and I am proud to see it. So far, I've mostly just thrown fish to get its interest but never got near it. It's much too dangerous... I'm repeating myself. I'm sorry.
This is what excitement does to a person. This is what happens.

[wolf ;;]

Name:

"Me? Hehe, my name is Kitsune."
Her name is Kitsune. She was named for her personality, which is like the personality of a Kitsune.

Kitsune are from Japanese folklore and are Japanese foxes. A kitsune can have up to nine tails, depending on its age, wisdom and power

Nickname:

"I have around three nicknames, thats all."
Kit, Kitty and Sune are her nicknames, or you can call her by her full name.

Age:

"What question is that?"
Kitsune is only 8 years old.

Personality:

"You should ask my friends this question."
w.i.p

Story:

"Well, it might be long and boring, but listen anyway!"
w.i.p

Art:

"I dunno..."
w.i.p

[Ayramite]

Username: Ayramite

Behind the Name
I'm named after the mythical beings who were believed to have the power of enchanting and charming, by their song, any one who heard them. Saying that I could spend hours humming unknown tunes in her pouch.

Childhood

-Curious: Always looking for answers Siren is quite curious about anything and everything and can usually be found taking things apart and then trying to put them back together before she is discovered with what she's taken apart. She's also known for attempting to squeeze into spaces that she can usually get into, but can't get herself out of

-Adventurous: Not allowed to wonder far Siren usually sticks the forest around her learning more about the area around her and sometime getting herself into trouble trying to squeeze into places much to small for even her size.

-Playful: Still young Siren enjoys playing with other beans almost have boundless energy any older bean would have a hard time keeping up with her rambunctious energy.

-Inquisitive : Siren is very curious about the world around her constantly drilling not only her parents but her bigger sisters about the world around her and also about the folk legends her mother reads to her.

Teen

-Social Butterfly: Siren loves making friends and will speak to just about anyone and makes friends very easily and love the attention and praise she gets for her friends when she sings.

-Flirt: Though she is bashful about it she is considered a flirt batting her eyes and hiding behind her tail when she thinks a bean is cute.
-Singer: Still learning how to control her voice she can't hit all the right notes, but she still enjoys singing and can usually be found humming in almost everything she does

-Adventurous : Now allowed to travel a bit further without her parents worrying she can be found in the depths of the forest as usual getting herself into trouble by either falling into the water or getting covered in mud or tree sap as she climbs trees to get a better look around, but I guess a little dirt never killed anyone

Adult

~Traveling Adventurer but always comes back home: Siren now travels the world looking to those very folk tails that grew up hearing and somewhat hopes to run into her old friend Leucosia that taught her all she knows about singing and also becoming the little seductress she is though she prefers to called a flirt

~Singer: Finally able to hit all the notes she sings all the time not just for the attention but because she enjoys the challenge of learning a new song and ever creating her own. Sometimes even putting on shows for her friends or just curious passerby's

~Flirt: Much better at getting and keeping a beans attention she is considered to be a little seductress, but she prefers flirt and always tries to make sure that no beans feelings are hurt if he just isn't the bean for her after all she may have learned the skill from a siren she still is considerate of the feelings of others unlike her name sake.

~Reckless: Siren usually charges at a challenge head on usually getting herself into trouble, but thankfully she can usually get herself out of trouble somewhat wizened with age she knows tricks to talk or work her way out of trouble.

~ Defender: Siren will defend her friends and family with a ferocity that usually can't be matched not one to fight with others this is the only time she will ever show any aggression or put her life on the line for someone else.

Song that most suits her: What You Want- Evanescence
Titanium - David Guetta (ft Sia)
Stero Hearts- Gym Class Heros
All Around Me- Flyleaf
Lithium-Evanesecence
Unbreakable-Fireflight
Blown Away-Carrie Underwood

Meeting the Siren Sisters

Part 1: Meeting Leucosia

Hi, my name is Siren. My mother named me that because of my love of humming and sing though I'm not very good at singing right now I'm still learning and I have the best teacher though how I met her was a very frightening experience after all she was planning to eat me for dinner! Can you believe that? I certainly didn't expect it that night that I wondered from my mother pouch almost for the last time, well I guess I'll get to the story now.

I was very young still spending time in my mother pouch where it was safe and warm you see I don't like cold weather and I happen to be born during winter and while the snow is very pretty I don't like it very much. It seemed like it took forever for winter to go away and boy was I surprised as the world around me seemed to come to life with bright and vibrant colors. I was now old enough to sleep outside my mother pouch if I chose to and this gave me chances to sneak away and explore. It seemed like any other night, but something was different I had always avoided the forest after all my mother had warned that there were things in there that would gladly make a meal of me.

Something seemed to be calling to me and without even thinking I began stumbling through the forest blindly the moon barely giving any light. I don't know how far I traveled that night, but at that moment it seemed as if I had traveled for hours as I made my way to a clearing and the pull seemed to stop. Feeling uneasy I looked around I could feel eyes on me watching me as if waiting to see what I would do. “ Ahhh, this just won't do your much to fury and small” a female voice cooed and I felt my body seem to relax while my mind screamed for me to run as far as I could from whatever had uttered those words. All of the sudden a flash of feathers caught my eye,but I was to slow to catch the movement. “ How in the world did I attract a fuzzy little creature as this and a female as well. I must me losing my touch” the voice cooed again and finally I spotted what was talking the beautiful females face was on the body of a crow colored bird body the large raptor claws let her know that this creature was dangerous. “ W-w-what are you” I stammered finally seeming to get control of my body again. “ My, my what potential you have in your voice my dear” she cooed ignoring my question for a bit. “ I am a siren though you may call me Leucosia" the creature cooed and I seemed to relax a bit. " I thought sirens were suppose to be in the ocean?" I and she smiled razor sharp teeth lined her mouth. " We used to but my sisters and I grow tired of waiting for weary humans to come close enough to be ensnared in out song and then there is the fact that we don't eat females" she said and I felt much better knowing I would not be getting eaten today at least. “ Let me show you” she said and began to sing a beautiful song it seemed to weave a feeling of false security and the bird body seemed to disappear the more she sang an illusion of a beautiful women took the place of the bird form. Curious I tried to match her tone with a hum and she looked at me curiously. “ Well it seems I was right about that potential. What is your name my dear” she asked and I hid my face behind my tail. “ S-siren” I said and she seemed to smile even bigger. “ Well my dear then a siren you shall be” she said nodding and I looked at her questionably. “ What? You think that only me and my sisters can lure men with our song any female may become a siren all she must do is find her voice” she said puffing her feathers out as if proud of such an admission “ And I will help you do so and much more. Come here by night and soon my dear you will learn to become your very name sake” she said and seemed to disappear into the darkness of the forest.

After that every night I would go see Leucosia and learn as much as I could though at time she was rough especially as I aged and go bigger. Usually huffing or even swatting me with her large wings and telling me to try again. At time I would become flustered and leave, but I would always come back my goal was to as she had put it find my voice. Though she was considered to be a monster she had become a close friend and like my family she helped mold me into the bean I am today.
Teaching techniques to not only get the attention of beans I had my eye on but also how to make friends and there was the whole teaching me how to reach my whole potential when it came to singing I got better as I grew it seemed as though time flew by as days turned to weeks, weeks turn to months, and months turned into years, but finally as I reached adulthood Leucosia seemed to grow distant until one night she wasn't there two black feathers and a note.

Smiling I couldn't help, but know that she had taken consideration that I would never eat anyone that I managed to get to come to listen to me sing and that someday I would to find love with someone special

Part 2: The Search for Aglaopheme

After I had grown large enough to travel on my own I grew curious about the other siren sisters after all the legend said that there was more than one it made me wonder if the others had moved for the ocean to make their home in forest or even other places where unsuspecting victims could be found. My research began the following day documenting possible sitings and even looking into missing person reports the included forest and other natural wild habitats that they could easily hid in. One thing that always came up was the Bermuda Triangle accounts of countless ships and people entering and never coming out made me think immediately of the tails of sirens making their homes in the ocean and also on rock crags in the ocean drawing sailor near enough to wreak their ships.

Finding a ship that I could use I set out on my journey keeping a journal of my adventure. Touching the necklace I had made from the feathers left by Leucosia I hopped if I found the others they would greet me with the same approach as she had after all it'd been made apparent in my research that only some sirens only preyed on men and that I could be headed for a very dangerous situation. It took a month to get to our destination the fog so thick you could barely see your own paw in front of your face containing forward I could feel the fur on the back of my neck raise as I felt as though something was watching us.

Its was then I heard it and realized that the crew was falling under its spell as the ship seemed to lose control. Quickly taking action I made sure that all the crew wore the protective gear myself being immune to the siren song after years of hearing Leucosia sing and teach me how to have the same effect in my voice. It was then I felt something hit the boat and two bird like creatures land on the mast of the ship peering at all of us curiously. " Well sisters what do we have here? A large fuzz ball and it's hired hand unaffected by our songs" the siren with red hair and almost chestnut colored bird body she seemed to be the one in charge. Curious as the boat started to rock I peered over greeted with the site of women's faces but a body covered in water resistant feathers their wings seeming to have converted to make shift fins they seemed unable to speak just hiss snap their teeth. " Aglaopheme, take a closer look at the fuzz ball she seems to be carrying a very important gift bestowed by one of our sisters" the other blond siren with a white and peppered black bird body said and both seemed to simultaneously converge toward me their wings causing a whirldwind effect on my fur as the seemed to investigate every inch of my body their talons almost gently as they picked up at my ears. " Well she certainly is no bird" the one called Aglaopheme said finally settling down along with the other. " Parthenope what do you think we should do?" she asked the blond siren. " Tell us fuzz ball how you came to know our sister and be bestowed with the feathers of a siren" she cooed. It seemed to take forever as I told my tail of how me and Leucosia met and how while I had grown into the adult I was today she had taken me under her wing teaching me all she knew before leaving me.

As I finished my story they seemed to be looking at me with a new curiosity. " Sing for us" they both said and I happy obliged them and they seemed to smile as I sang the chorus to my favorite song. "I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose fire away, fire away ricochet, you take your aim fire away, fire away you shoot me down, but I won't fall I am titanium you shoot me down, but I won't fall ,I am titanium" I sang and they seemed to smile as I finished. " You have learned very well" they both said.

I spent a few days talking to both learning that most of them there were left were the mindless ones that had been rocking our boat still able to sing they only hunted and never spoke. They'd lived her since their old home and stopped drawing sailors their way. I was sad to leave and head home making two more friends and learning more about not only my name sake but of other creatures that weren't suppose to exist it drew my curiosity and adventurous side out after all I wasn't just a flirt I was my mothers daughter, but first I would head home not knowing where my next adventure may take me or what I would find

First Encounter-by ty_tay
Midnight Sessions
Accessiorized and Listening to music
Sisterly Love --featuring Azura (c) .Griffin.

[olivionary]

Leprechaun

One of a race of elves in Irish folklore who can reveal hidden treasure to those who catch them.

(in Irish folklore) A small, mischievous sprite.

My definition of a Leprechaun however would be a very small man with a ginger beard, he'd also wear green. A green tuxedo. And a green top hat.

You may be wondering why I picked Leprechaun as her name, well, honestly I wanted something that may be challenging to think of a nickname for and something that people won't expect, everyone will be doing these unusual things then there's be with a Leprechaun, one of the most well known creatures. But as I am part Irish and love Ireland, I have began wanting an JBD that represents this, so Leprechaun was the answer. Honestly the first two names that came to me when I saw her was 'Collie' and 'Leprechaun', when I read it, I knew Leprechaun would be the name for her. I have put my heart and soul into this form for little Epre, she is perfect, she's what I have been looking for. I just, know it. But if Irish luck, and fate, isn't with me, then I won't get the perfect JBD that I have given 50 odd goes to find. My first, ever, Jellybean Dragon, Armstron would be a Brother figure to her and would shape her personality as an adult bean.
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Hello. My name is Leprechaun, yes like the little Irish man with the ginger beard. But please, call be Epre, e-pra, though my mama can call me Chauny. I love my mama, I suppose you could call me a 'mummies girl' but I love my daddy equally. I'm sure you've heard of my mama, Chubacabra and my daddy, Daniel, I'm not allowed to call them by their names, I have to call them mama and daddy. I am quite obviously a Jellybean Dragon, yum, Jellybeans.

I am 7 years old and my birthday is the 30th of December, I don't get many present. Why? Because it has just been Christmas. Size wise I am roughly the height of a Bull Dog, maybe bigger, which makes me big for my age, doesn't it? I am evenly proportioned, the only weird thing about my appearance is my dodgy teeth. I love it, even if people say it's ugly, it makes me even more unique.

So I have introduced myself, oh, you want to know my personality? Do you realize how hard it is to describe yourself? Well, I am very hyperactive and struggle to sit still for long periods of time unless I am preoccupied with something very exciting. Usually I am rather quiet but as soon as you get me talking, I don't stop, the only time I stop is when I'm eating. And eating is one of my favourite activities next to exploring and playing with my mama and daddy. Sadly I can have a bit of an attitude, which gets me into alot of trouble with mama and daddy, since I hate being told off I end up in a heap of tears quite easily. Also I am rather sarcastic, which makes me sound dumb when I am actually quite intelligent.

My quirks? Hrm, I sleep sucking my paw if that counts? Yeh, I know, babyish but I will always be my mama's baby right? So it doesn't matter if I suck my paw or not, I also dribble sometimes but, nevermind. I stroke my tail when I'm upset, the little poofy bit on the end I'll just sit and pat it for a while.

You want me to speak about my relationship with my older sister? Well, I love her, like I should. Though I suppose as I get older we'll start to have arguements about this and that, but I'm sure myself and Azura will be able to put it behind us and become like Best Friends. Atleast, that is what I hope our relationship will be like.

I shall now talk about my favourites and the sort, I might write these down differently though because well, I don't know. It'll be easier.
Food;; Anything!
Drink;; Water.
Bands;; One Direction and McFly.
Book Genres;; Fantasy and Folklore.
Country;; Ireland.
Colour;; Rainbow.
Item;; Compass.
Book;; Cinderella.
Film;; Fox and the Hound.
Song;; Bom Bom. By Sam and the Womp.
Season;; Winter.
Day;; Sunday.
I might end here, else it'll go on forever. I won't mention my dislikes because, I don't like negative things much.

I was then interviewed by the U-Jelly? Magazine for the children's section.
What do you want to be when you're older?
Hrm, when I am older I hope to be an Archeologist. You know? Digging up dinosaurs. I want to dig one up to name after Angus.
What do you think of the Paranormal?
Oh, I love Paranormal things but I don't want to go looking for Sasquatch or Ghosts.
How did you get your Compass?
It was a gift, I can't remember who got it maybe it was Mama or Daddy. Maybe even Azura.
Do you have a quirk that you haven't told us about yet?
Yes, I have a few but I guess that my biggest quirk is the fact that I sleep sat up with my head resting on my tail fluff. Weird huh?
Have you ever been bullied because of your teeth?
I have been bullied because of my jaw, yes. It was quite unpleasant and very rude, I didn't like it.
What did you do about being bullied?/
Well, I told my mama about what was happening so she told them off.
If any game could be real what would you want?
Temple Run, because my mama would be really good and that'd make me want to do better.
Are you a competitive person then?
I can can be, yes. Especially with my sister, I like being better than her which is tough but it's really fun!
Do you have a crush?
No I don't. I'm not interested in guys yet, maybe in the future?
Do you have a pet?
Yes, I have a worm, called Seal who squeaks.
Do you speak fluently in any languages?
Not fluently but I can speak French, German and Dolphin. I'm not being serious about the Dolphin.

You want art of me? Well, Venni will have to work on that, won't you Venni. I love you really Venni.
Headshot
Leprechaun's Rainbow
Your words
Slow Down
Chub et Epre
Paw Sucking
By Horselover! Thanking You <3
Smitten
Information Sheet
Hair?

Total art time: 7 hours 50 minutes


The story of how I met my friend, Angus who happens to be a real Leprechaun.
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I stretched my tiny toes as I gazed around, taking in my current surroundings. I lifted my compass to look at what direction I was going in, my eyes lifted from the metal in my paw as I gazed around the forest. The wrinkled trees stood tall among the thicket and brambles, a thick fog hung high in the air, wrapping itself around the canopy.

My attention turned to the ground as I noticed a light glimmering, the puddles that were scattered among the sodden cloak were reflecting the dim light back at the sky. A smile formed on my face as I lifted my head from the ground, pieces of gold fluttered down from the canopy of leaves above me. It took a moment for my brain to register that they were leaves, not gold but I knew I was getting closer to finding that pot and wee man.

Owls hooted. Foxes barked. I pushed the thoughts of some crazed beast hiding in the forest behind me. As I walked, my toes sunk into the sodden litter of leaves scattered on the forest floor, the squealch of my paws being lifted back out was loud, maybe to loud. My ears shot up straight, my attention turned to the movement of a small human-like figure. I soon made chase.

The figure was quick and agile, but I matched it's pace. "Please! Wait! I won't hurt you!" I called loudly, the figure slowed, it's blue eyes looked back at me curiously. My forked tongue was lolling out my mouth by now, I don't run often, I'm too interested in my food. The figure was now stood on a rock, so he was roughly my height, I padded nearer, a kind smile painted across my face.

"Hello." I spoke as I looked at the little man before me, "A-are you a-a Leprechaun?!" I yelled, I jumped around gleefully. A frown came across my face when he hushed me, "Keep it down, I don't need people bothering me."
"So, you are?"
"Yes." That's when I began dancing around in a circle, my arms frailing around my head as I celebrated. I found a real Leprechaun.
"My name is Leprechaun." I said when I had calmed down, I held out a paw to the wee Irish man.
"Angus. It's nice to meet you Leprechaun."
A polite smiled spread across my face as I dipped my head, "I hear you have a pot of gold..." A yelp escaped my mouth as he whacked my nose, "Sorry." I whimpered as I gazed at Angus, the Leprechaun.
"Would you like to come with me? You'll be safe." He nodded.

This was the start of my relationship with the wee Irish man, who didn't have a pot of gold.

-- The story would be continued into a long story about their friendship, and Angus' death.
-- The compass may or may not become a permanent item
-- Thank you for all the lovely comments on my form. Good luck everybody.

[hamkid]

~Cyberius~

Bean's Name-

I'm Cyberius! It's nice to meet you!

And What Is A Cyberius?

[quote="Cyberius Info"]A Cyberius Looks Like A Wolf With Three Heads. On Chicken Smoothie, They Have Spikes On Their Backs.

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[Wlyrout]

ello there, the [user]name's newsie. and this, as you've probably figured out, is my form for this gorgeous gal. :3
I know it's a bit long, if you want to just skim it, that's good with me. but if you do read it all, I'll give you a hug.
on laptops, things are all lined up and pretty, and on desktops they're all messy. view on a laptop if possible please.

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why r . u . n when you can't h . i . d . e ?

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n . a . m . e : Bear Lake
b . a . s . e . d . o . n : the Bear Lake monster

[link1, link2, link3]

A creature with a brown-colored body,
anywhere from 40 to 200 feet long. Its head
was shaped like a walrus without tusks or
like an alligator's, and the eyes were very
large and about a foot apart. It was awkward on
land, but swam with a serpent-like motion at
a speed of at least sixty miles an hour.

w . h . y : coat reminded me of a bear, but also want-

ed a name/cryptid strikingly unique and un-
heard of

n . i . c . k . n . a . m . e . [ s ] : goes by Bear, Bearrie

to some close friends. Flour calls her Little Red
Riding Hood [explained below].

a . r . t : by me, don't steal

bear's drowning nightmare/reality.

how f . i . n . e you look when dressed in r . a . g . e . . . you're
lucky, too. r . e . d eyes suit so few. - the cheshire cat

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there's a little bit of m . o . n . s . t . e . r in all of us . . .
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some of this is merely repeated information that will be personally referred to if I win my Bear
this is also the main "messy desktop" section

a . g . e : 8 years old, still a younger bean g . e . n . d . e . r : female; you already know that s . i . z . e : bulldog sized, pretty big for her age

b . i . r . t . h . d . a . y : december 29 [+ the day she was created] z . o . d . i . a . c : capricorn c . r . u . s . h : none m . a . t . e : too young

s . i . b . l . i . n . g . s : azura m . o . t . h . e . r : chubacabra f . a . t . h . e . r : daniel [need link] c . h . i . l . d . r . e . n : far too young

s . t . r . e . n . g . t . h . s :

We tend to be good at the things we love, whether they be our hobbies, admiration, or obsession, and this is certainly found true with Bear. Though it may sound quite silly, she's mastered drinking boiling-hot coffee, and knows exactly how to munch down on her others favorite treats [namely cake pops and pretzels, see "likes"] to absorb the most flavor and deliciousness. But of course these are quite insignificant strengths, even if they are the most blatantly obvious. Really, Bear's greatest strength is her mental power, the ability to resist, control, and manipulate her own mind, a strength that many of us might have wished for at some point. Aside from this, she's a fairly good runner [see "hobbies"]. She doesn't necessarily enjoy sprinting, but some say that she has a "mental stop watch". She can challenge herself to races and know exactly if she was faster or slower than the last time she ran.

w . e . a . k . n . e . s . s . e . s :

Bear's greatest weakness is keeping her patience [see "personality"]. I'm sure she could if she just tried, as she does have great mental strength [see "strengths"], but she'd rather let them pay for their attitude. And while she can control her own mind, she's pretty awful at getting what she wants from others, and controlling their minds. She doesn't put enough pressure on what she wants, and she just can't beg- that's just not her. She's always said that you should be happy with what you have, so she's unable to push what she wants. She's also bad at convincing others, mainly because when further questioned about why she feels a certain way, she kind of freezes up.

a . c . c . e . s . s . o . r . i . e . s :

[both accessories drawn by me, please do not steal]

the claw goes through her straight ear, the one that isn't bent, as it was pulled out of the
Bear Lake monster during the attack. it has a lot of nasty staining towards the base, and
Bear used to really hate it, but every time she tries to pull it out it hurts badly, so it's still
stuck in there. over time she's come to appeciate it a little better, and now she thinks of
it as an awesome battle scar of sorts. she gets a lot of compliments on her unusual earring.

the cloak and hood were given to her by Chu, before she went to find the beast. the hood only covers
her bent ear [again, it hurts when she puts it over the straight ear because of the claw], and so it kind
of awkwardly drapes to one side. because of this accessory, Flour calls her "Little Red Riding Hood". it
would be a cute nickname if she didn't spit every time she said it. I don't think Bear cares much; she lo-
ves her cape. Sometimes when she's a little grumpy she drapes it around her and hides all but her snout
and her straight ear, almost daring for anyone to talk, disturb, or even touch her.

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most of this will be expanded and developed in the story

p . e . r . s . o . n . a . l . i . t . y , l . i . k . e . s , d . i . s . l . i . k . e . s :

Bear's personality revolves around two key elements: light and dark. In a light "phase", she is truly herself. She is the [mostly] sweet bean that her friends and family know and love. In a dark "phase", her inner monster erupts and she goes mad. This is the darkness that has overwhelmed and destroyed her since she was born, and it is the darkness that she fights to overcome. It is almost as if two different people live inside of her, and so she also has different likes and dislikes in each of her phases. So, for the sake of keeping the two phases as far apart as possible- as they really are very different from each other- her personality will be split into two sections: light and dark.

l . i . g . h . t :

g . e . n . e . r . o . u . s :

Bear is a surprisingly generous bean. She's never minded sharing what she has and looking from the perspective of the less fortunate. Even if she's on the less fortunate end, and even if those she is with have more than she does, she's willing to barter. Especially if they have coffee. When questioned about her desire to give to others, she just responds that she knows the favor will be returned someday, and that even if it isn't, she's done the right thing and that's all that matters. However, while she is very giving, she lives by the motto "Beggars can't be choosers". If you dare ask for anything more than what she's willing to give or has already given you, watch out! Just because she's in a light phase doesn't mean she won't snap, which is something that [most unfortunately] most JBDs and humans don't understand.

c . u . r . i . o . u . s :

Bear is constantly surveying her environment and asking questions. Most of the time it just gets on others' nerves, especially when you're trying to talk to her and realize that she's not listening or paying attention at all. Still, if her curiosity isn't directly troubling you, it's very admirable. Bear questions why things are how they are: why we have global warming or deforestation, why we can't become more civil. Of course, she only asks these because she's still young and can't wrap her mind around the true concepts, but her questioning makes even the most knowledgeable of JBDs pause and think. She's determined to morph her curiosity and turn it into change to better the world or herself. She ultimately hopes that one day she might discover why she has a dark phase and make it, whatever it is, stop trying to change her. For now, as she's still clueless to the cause of her darker moments, she focuses her questions on the world around her. As long as she's making some change, however small, she's content.

k . i . n . d :

The greatest aspect of Bear's light personality is her kindness, which reflects in everything that she does. She treats everyone equally and with an open mind, always willing to lend a helping paw or comfort those in need (minus my other JBD, Flour, who she's very unimpressed with... they don't get along too well, shall we say). Her kindness is the one trait that others truly associate with her light personality, because buried in her kindness you can see that that's who she truly is: a kind, loving, open-minded bean, not a monster. Every moment that she spends in a light phase, she tries to spend being completely calm and kind, because it's the only time that she can be. Her kindness us, in a way, almost out of desperation to be rid of an inner darkness.

s . n . a . p . p . y :

As said earlier, just because Bear is in a light phase, doesn't mean she's perfect. What others don't realize is that her light phase isn't a half of her personality, it's her whole personality. She has two very whole personalities dwelling inside of her, each with some light and dark intermingling within them. Just because her "true" personality is mainly light doesn't mean that she's perfect. Her main flaw is that she snaps very easily, especially if you complain about what you have or ask/want more than what you have. Though the phrase is slightly immature [and she agrees with me on that], she often recites "You get what you get and you don't get upset." as a warning [and to calm herself down] before she attacks. But when she does attack, it's pretty brutal. She's never said anything too upsetting, but she murmurs to herself and glares at you and it's actually pretty scary. My advice: don't get her to snap at all.

l . i . k . e . s :

1. Anything sweet, but mainly those little pink cake pops that they sell at Starbucks. If you've never seen them, they're little balls of cake covered in icing on a stick [link1]. I think they're nasty, but I'm not going to say anything. 2. Coffee. Scratch that, more like caffeine of any sort, as long as it's not in a soda. She despises any kind of fruity or sugary caffeine, like sodas. [hmm, look, finally something for her dislikes aside from Flour!] Once she came in contact with one of those fancy Keurig coffee makers... it was a nightmare. A nightmare. 3. Pretzels. Big and soft, small and crunchy, even those new flat pretzels that you dip in hummus [link1]. As long as they're salty and pretzel-y, Bear will eat them without any question, no matter what. 4. Her family. She loves them all equally, which is a lot, but she has a soft spot for her older sister Azura. Though she can be a bit stuck up in Bear's opinion, they're very close.

d . i . s . l . i . k . e . s :

1. Flour, my other Jellybean Dragon [see link in my signature, that will lead you to her personal website]. It's not that they just aren't friends, they're in a fierce rivalry. Over what, or for what reason? I have no clue. Their grudge will be forever unsettled, I guess, but as long as they don't strangle each other, I'm stepping out of the conflict. 2. Sodas. In her mind, they're a disgrace to all the other caffeinated drinks. When questioned, she says that "the fruitiness is unnatural and just wrong". I don't see the issue, but whatever. As sodas are the one unhealthy thing that she won't touch, I'll back off for the sake of her diet [I mean, really! She'd live off of coffee, pretzels, and cake pops if I let her]. 3. Uneven roads. She doesn't even get car sick, but she still hates bumpy roads. I would call it a pet peeve, but Bear insists that the only reason she hates uneven roads is that the rocks get embedded in her pawpads. As I have no pawpads, I cannot judge.

d . a . r . k :

e . n . r . a . g . e . d :

In one word, one adjective, when Bear is in a dark phase she's simply enraged. Darkness clouds her mind and it's like flipping a switch. She quite literally becomes a monster that has no emotion, no heart. We all know, as human beings, how hard being mad can be. But usually that anger is targeted at a person, a group, a single point. Being mad- and mad isn't even the word to describe it- at everything? It's really quite extraordinary. Even after the most complex of descriptions and preparation, you cannot help but be utterly shocked at the beast that Bear can turn into in a matter of seconds. She wants nothing but to stop her inner monster from coming out, and long to be just a normal bean like everyone else: a bean with a single personality, kind and sweet and loving and not vicious.
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I try to pry open my eyes, but the weight of the water forces them shut. My paws thrash helplessly above me, doing nothing to help my situation as I try to push off of something- coral or sand or something, to fight my way back to the surface. My chest feels as though it's about to burst after holding my breath for nearly a minute, my lungs are tired of straining to find air, and I am weak. I open my mouth wide to call for help and take in a mouthful of the murky, dark water. My heart rate has slowed. I'm dying, drowning, and no one's there to see me. But I won't go without a fight. I continue kicking, a feeble attempt at swimming. This time I force my eyes resist the water, and as they open I gasp. Red eyes meet my own, vicious and monstrous. I scream, but nothing can be heard. The one in front of me, the thing with the red eyes, hisses at me. "Bear Lake. Bear Lake. Die. Die, Bear Lake." A claw pierces my skin as he pushes on my shoulder, forcing me further underwater. It's all over. I black out.

I’m prodded gently in the side by Chu’s warm paw and I very
suddenly wake up from the nightmare, gasping for air as if I
hadn’t been breathing comfortably the entire time. It was a
nightmare, nothing more. Still, I stand there quivering like
a frightened puppy, which I suppose I kind of am. Chu’s paw
now rests completely still against my side as she sleeps. Thank
goodness she woke me up. I sigh, determined to distract
myself from the horrible dream, but after such a fright it’s just
too hard. I gently nudge my mom until she wakes up, her eyes
only half open.

“What is it, Bear?” she murmurs sweetly, though I can tell she’s
less than happy about being so suddenly awoken.

“Mama, do you know anyone… bad with red eyes?” I whisper,
my voice cracking and shaking.

“No, but why?” she asks, a little more awake and suddenly alert.

“Nothing, Mama. It was just a bad dream.” I sigh again.

“If you want to ta-“

“No,” I quickly reply, cutting her off, “I’m fine. Honestly.” I try to
smile for her sake, but all that comes out is a small whimper.

“Try to get some sleep.” She says before drifting off herself. But I
can’t sleep. Not now!

When the sun rises over the edge of the land and the birds start chirping, I run back over to my mother, who has groggily awoken. She yawns and then stretches as I wait patiently, a kind smile awaiting her even though I'm incredibly jittery. She sees me and smiles back, but there's a twinkle in her midnight-black eye. She knows that I'm up to something already.

"Good morning, mama," I whisper in a voice like birdsong, "Hope you slept well... I was just wondering where my name came from."I finally spat out anxiously. It was the question I was dying to ask. That monster had said my name, threatened me, but I didn't feel like he was addressing me. He was addressing the place. Water. I was drowning in my dream... what if there was an actual Bear Lake? Like, a real lake, not just my name?

"Do you know what I'm named after?" she questioned, teasing me.

"Yes, mama, the goat sucker." I smiled evilly, and crept up to her. Jumping in front of her, I dropped my voice. "The Chubacabra." Backing off and returning to my normal tone, I added, "But what does that have to do with my name?"

"Well, the Chubacabra is a cryptid. You know what a cryptid is, don't you?" I nodded patiently, though I wanted an answer to my original question badly. "Well," she continued, "I wanted to name you after a cryptid, too, because I just love their names. And you looked like a little bear cub when you were first hatched, so it seemed to fit. My little Bear Lake Monster." She beamed down at me, but I didn't shine under her pride. Now I was beginning to panic. The monster in my dream... could it be?

"Mama, I have to go. For a while..." I paused as a tear slid down my cheek. I knew what I had to do, and I would miss my mom and dad and sister, but it was becoming clear to me. I had to find the monster. Some compelling urge deep inside of me told me to go, to go get some answers. Especially as to why I had my dark phases. "But I'll be back." I assured her. She seemed to understand. Maybe there was something deep down inside of her, too, that told her that I had to do this. And I had to do it on my own.

"Bear, I don't know where you're going or why you're going, but you're still young. Promise me that you'll be safe." She smiled softly, worried like any mother should be. I smiled back and ran up to her, burying my face into her chest fur.

"I promise."

She held my tight for a minute, then slowly lifted away. She brought out a red cloak and wrapped it around my shoulders, telling me that it was a reminder of home.

With my new bright red cloak I set off towards the bus station. I knew that I would have to make the journey by foot, as no JBD would ever be allowed on an average human bus, but it was the best place that I could think of to ask for directions. A bus had already pulled up by the time I arrived, and so I quickly joined the line of people in a line, quickly filing onto the bus. The bus driver, a short man with a yellow cap, turned to me as soon as I got on.

"No animals allowed." I already knew that, of course, but he was just so rude! I humphed, then exited the bus without asking for any directions to Bear Lake. Luckily, there was a sign up with the different stops in location to the bus stop. I scanned it for long minutes, searching for a 'Bear Lake' or 'Bear Lake Area', but there was nothing. Then I looked at a poster, which had half ripped in the wind, below the sign. I could barely make it out because of a large tear down the middle, and several more down both sides:

Come and oin us
for new ravel destinatio
buses anuary 14.
Travel to he
spectacular ear Lake!

I was getting lucky. Today was the fourteenth, or at least it was as far as I remembered. And just as I turned around, I saw a huge line of tourists standing behind a woman holding a large sign that read NEW! Destination Bus Tours! I went up to the woman as she presented a short speech to the visitors.

"Today we'll be heading west to the fantastic Bear Lake area, where you will first be on our guided bus tour before unpacking at a lodge near the shore of the lake. There we will leave you to take in the gorgeous views of mountains and clear water, before picking you up in two days. Are you guys ready?" Excitement rippled through the crowd, while several men and children whooped and hollered their enthusiasm as the woman smiled. "Please board the bus carefully, in single file, and store your bags inside. Then we'll be off!"

I tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around, surprised but still smiling. I liked her immediately. I explained my situation (leaving out the bit about the monster) and asked her for directions. She explained that it was quite a long journey, but that I could travel with the bus on a small platform at the back for free if I liked, so long as I minded myself and the passengers. Yes, I definitely liked her. I quickly accepted and thanked her, and as to not hold up the bus I quickly hopped in and scurried towards the back. My stomach was growling, but I decided that I would have to ignore it if I was going to be allowed to stay on the bus. I lay down. Maybe I could sleep off my hunger... Ow! Something lumpy pressed into my side. I stood back up and an apple tumbled out of a fold in the fabric. My mother was very smart.

Suddenly the bus lurched forwards and I fell back onto my side, but I didn't mind much now that I had some food. I hungrily munched on my apple as we rolled along a nice, smooth road. But suddenly I could feel my stomach churning, something flipping inside of me. And before I knew it, I had become a monster on a cramped bus, jammed full of people. Something back inside of me kept me controlled, but still I was furious at the existence of myself. And others. And everything. I just wanted everything to go, to have never been here. But I couldn't move. Something inside of me was holding me back, making me sit there quietly without destroying the bus, and just the thought of this... this thing holding me back made me angrier. I growled and felt myself shaking with fury. And then it was over. I still stood shaking, but now it was out of fright. I hated becoming so uncontrollably aggressive, but it seemed that for the first time I had almost held the monster back. I held myself back. I was becoming stronger.

But so was the monster.

I was shaken awake. The kind woman who invited me on the bus had woken me up, I supposed. I sighed in relief. No nightmares had come this time. She let me know that we had arrived at the lodge and that I should probably come with her and see if it was too late to book another room.

"I- I don't have any human money. It's okay, though. I'm good sleeping down by the lake." I explained, smiling. I honestly didn't mind, and this woman had been so kind already.

"I'll see what I can do. The woman who runs this place is an old friend; I'm sure she'll understand." she said, winking.

And so I found myself with a warm cup of coffee and a cozy little room at the back of the lodge. I examined the room. From a small little loveseat in the corner to the creaky bed in the corner, it truly had a lot of charm. Of course, I wasn't allowed on either the loveseat or the bed, but the woman who ran the lodge had set up some blankets for me in the corner. I curled up into a deep sleep. Maybe I had just awoken from my nap on the bus, but I was still somehow exhausted.

I try to pry open my eyes, but the weight of the water forces them shut. My paws thrash helplessly above me, doing nothing to help my situation as I try to push off of something- coral or sand or something, to fight my way back to the surface. My chest feels as though it's about to burst after holding my breath for nearly a minute, my lungs are tired of straining to find air, and I am weak. I open my mouth wide to call for help and take in a mouthful of the murky, dark water. My heart rate has slowed. I'm dying, drowning, and no one's there to see me. But I won't go without a fight. I continue kicking, a feeble attempt at swimming. This time I force my eyes resist the water, and as they open I gasp. Red eyes meet my own, vicious and monstrous. I scream, but nothing can be heard. The one in front of me, the thing with the red eyes, hisses at me. "Bear Lake. Bear Lake. Die. Die, Bear Lake." A claw pierces my skin as he pushes on my shoulder, forcing me further underwater. It's all over. I black out.

I wake up, but this time I'm not scared. I instinctively begin to move towards the door. I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm no longer in control of my body. I shiver and try to keep myself calm as I push open the door with my snout and make my way down to the beach. One part of my mind pleads for me not to go into the water, but another part- a stronger part- ushers me in. And as soon as my feet no longer touch the rocky bottoms, the sand underneath me is swept away. The nightmare. I fight to stop it. I scream and close my eyes and feel it rushing back to me. I won't see it here. Not now. This stupid monster isn't real, it's just a nightmare. It's... not... real. And then I open my eyes.

And those beet red eyes are staring deep into mine. I feel a shock ripple through my body. I kick against it with an undeniable rage, one that isn't the monster's. It's mine, fighting against the beast who's consumed so much of my life.

And now I'm back on the shore, panting and coughing up water. I try to convince myself that I didn't see it, but I know too well. And those red eyes follow me all the way back home...

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why r . u . n when you can't h . i . d . e ?

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a word from yours truly...

w . h . y . . . i . . . w . a . n . t . . . h . e . r :
I won't start off by saying "I don't know where to begin", because it seems quite clear to me as to when I first fell in love with this bean: at first sight. Yeah, it's rather cliche, but there are no better words to describe my connection to her than love at first sight. I won't even say "she's what I've been looking for in a JBD", because she honestly wasn't. I had my entire JBD future family planned out, and not one of them was a little brown-and-gray girl, but when I saw this bean everything changed. She's what I now am looking for in a JBD. I'm not saying that I'll never try out for another JBD; I want my Flour to have at least one bean with Scribble (her long-time-boyfriend-soon-to-be-mate) that I will keep. I'll probably find another JBD that steals my heart. But this girl, she's something special, and I really mean that. From her adorable floppy ear to her gray-and-brown leopard shark markings, her design is flawless. But that's not it, not quite, that attracts me. Behind every design is a character, and this is a character that I've fallen in love with. If I won her I'd be so uncontrollably happy. I've never tried so hard to win a JBD. I know that my competition is fierce, and that everyone here would love this girl like crazy, but I can't help but long to call her my own. That would be... more than fantastic. So I hoped you enjoyed reading my form, and I hope you enjoyed the character I've created out of this design.

I hope you've enjoyed Bear.

[mulder]

Dropping, there are people who deserve her much more than me ~<3