[irina]

Mark

[Batman]

possible reserve<3

I normally am not interested in JBD designs, but he is a cutie<3

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[canada]

res <3

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mark/possible reserve!!

[captain-mongoose]

mark!

9 year old male. possible names include virtue "vice" lexington and cavalier "leer" johnson

• very sensitive eyes; many doctors believe he will be blind by the time he is thirty. tries not to think about it too much.

• likes helping out at a local ice cream parlor, gets paid a bit but it all goes into a secondary education fund.

• easily suppresses memories and sometimes does it by accident. forgets faces, remembers names.

• doesn't dream, has Charcot-Wilbrand syndrome from a benign tumor found early in his childhood

[kittykore]

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Wippp

[found.]

Clove Evergreen
❤ Often referred to as Wolf for her emerald-green eyes and piercing stare, secretly adores this nickname as it sounds cool ❤

QUIRKS
❤ Uses mundane items as toys (e.g. bottle caps, straws, chopsticks) ❤
❤ Can only hear out of one ear ❤
❤ Is unable to digest proteins correctly and gets very ill if too much protein rich food is consumed ❤
❤ Experiences slight anxiety when left completely alone ❤
❤ Has minor vitiligo. (She has some small, extremely pale splotches on her body, along with a larger patch covering her eye. [Human form only] Clove is actually quite insecure about this but hides it well.) ❤

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omgomgomgomg reserveeeeee<3

[OrangeSocks]

(by me)

Username: Hi! I'm OrangeSocks a non-owner with the dream to own and love a bean. I used to be a very active roleplayer, but was unable to keep up with the story and school. Since I'm out for the summer, I hope to try again and to keep a relationship with the parents if I win! I want to try for this JBD because of her unique coloring and design, and it just gave me so much inspiration for some reason.
Name: Victoria Eve (NN: Vicky) (Two names for a first name)
Gender: Female
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A spunky girl, Vicky is a sharp contrast to her quiet pop Milo and antisocial dad Virus. Vicky delights in trying new things, running around, watching boxing, and monologuing. Seriously, this bean could talk your ear off. Vicky notices everything; her eye always wide open to the world, and then tells everyone about it. From lengthy descriptions of the colors of the fall leaves to what she’s trying to get Milo to name one of his squids, Vicky will go on for hours. Her motto is that even the smallest things in life deserve attention.
However, Vicky will also try her best to hear what other people will say. This bean will stick a cork in it sometimes and let another get some words in. Then she’ll respond with all her thoughts on the matter, then branching on to other things.
When with her fathers, Vicky tries extra hard to stay calm. She understands the different ways the two of them interact with the world. She loves both of them so much and wants to be there for them when they need her. A simple hug, burnt breakfast in bed, or leaving them alone to do their own thing. Vicky knows when to take a step back.
Like Milo’s love of the ocean, Vicky loves the sky. Model airplanes, a movie about planes and birds, Vicky has them all. She can list facts about different types of planes, how bird wings work, and so much more. She doesn't have as high an IQ as her pop or dad, but she studies a lot. (She doesn’t really believe that IQ determines how smart you are, only as a basis of what you start with.) Vicky’s room is a mess with all her books and other stuff. Empty glue bottles from her plane makings, dog-eared books, drawings of bird wings and much more. The only neat thing in her room is a small table with birthday cards from her fathers and a small box full of neatly arranged bird feathers. These feathers are from the forest near Vicky’s house, where she loves to take walks. It is a time for her to practice inner speaking, which is what she calls being quiet. The silence of the forest forces her to leave it that way, not to disturb the peace. This bean will scramble up a tree and watch the clouds, maybe sketch some pictures of the sky, then think about all she would say to someone else about what she sees. I guess you could call this training for when she’s around other people?

This bean is extremely loyal to her friends, which there are of few. It’s kinda hard to start a relationship with Vicky unless you are able to find away through her noticings and see how kind and playful she can be. Those who stick with her and take on the challenge find a good friend.

In short, Vicky can be a handful, but she’s a loving one.


Relationship with parents:
Milo (pop)-
Milo was always the one to wipe Vicky's tears away when she was little, to read her a bedtime story and give her quiet support as she changed from a shy toddler to an outgoing preteen. As Vicky has become more of a handful over the years, Milo has worried that he may not know how to care for her anymore, however, Vicky took that into her own paws. Now she's able to return the support he gave her as a young child. She'll be his voice around strangers, helping him get what he would like across with out getting too uncomfortable or shy. When he doesn't know what to say, Vicky is there to say it for him. She think she knows him well enough to, and if she gets it wrong, Milo will give her a small tap in the right direction for what he is trying to say.
And what would be a relationship with Milo with out the critters in his lab? Vicky loves to name, even if they already have names and delights in watching them swim around. When Vicky was much younger she would stare at the Blue-ringed octopus around his neck for hours while he worked, transfixed by it's movements. Now, Vicky helps Milo study them, reporting everything the one they are watching is doing while he writes notes for behavioral studies.
Virus (dad)-
Vicky wishes her dorky dad would let her get as close to him as he lets Milo. While she was spending time with Milo as a young child, Virus was always just close enough to be there, but far enough away to be untouchable. At night with Milo in bed next to her, Virus would be in the doorway, listening to the stories and gazing at his mate and child.
Vicky used to sneak out of her room at night and listen through her parent's door to hear the night time conversations they two of them had. The ways Virus would talk about her to Milo was so unlike the ways he seemed to think of her when they were in the same room. He seemed so fond of her, and felt bad that he didn't know how to act around her. From then on, Vicky made the promise to herself that she would give him so much love that it didn't matter how he treated her or felt awkward around her. No matter what he did, she would make him feel accepted by her. Since then, Vicky has not given up one this promise. When making school art projects, he always got a sculpture of himself, or a drawing of the three of them together. Even if he didn't say it was good or he liked it, Vicky told herself he did and kept on making them.
Levi (uncle)-
Levi is less of a uncle to Vicky and more of a babysitter. When Vicky was too young to go to the lab with Milo and Virus didn't trust himself to bring her with him, Levi was the first pick to care for her. When Vicky was a toddler, Levi loved taking her swimming at his local pool, holding her on the surface of the water as she splashed about. When Vicky was 5, Levi was the first bean to take her to the beach, and some of Vicky's fondest memories stem from days on the sand. Eating ice cream on the boardwalk, catching tiny crabs, making sand castles, every time they went was a new adventure. Much to Milo's happy surprise, Levi bought Vicky a hermit crab on one of their trips. Much to Levi's embarrassment, Vicky named her crab after him.
Levi was more of a talker then Vicky's fathers, so that probably was where Vicky's talking started. Levi taught Vicky how to hold a conversation and make it a rich one. With these conversations, Vicky broke out of the quiet baby she started as and into the outgoing and expressive tween she is now.
(I couldn't find info about Levi so I hope this is acceptable for him)
Kiwi (grandma)-
With Kiwi's silent daydreams and Vicky's monologues, these two get along swimmingly. Kiwi is most known by Vicky as the 'tickle monster' and their visits are filled with Kiwi chasing Vicky around the house with both of them laughing. At times, Kiwi gets distracted by interesting thoughts, and Vicky has to stop running and snap her grandma out of it. This often involves more tickling and laughing. Kiwi's main goal as of now is teaching Vicky how to be kinder with her words and letting thinking before she speaks. Stories of Vicky's mistakes at school often worry Kiwi, and she dearly wants her grandkid to be a better bean.
Vesper (grandpa)-
Similar to Vicky's tickle monster game with Kiwi, Vicky decided that she will jump on Vesper when ever she sees him. Being used to Virus's jerk act, Vicky has no problem loving the tough guy act of Vesper. As Vicky got older, and, well, louder, Vesper has been able to catch her in the act and hoist her off the ground and onto his back, instead of getting a baby bean head rammed into his side. Vesper is a huge difference to the two men raising Vicky, so he is her role model when it comes to bravery and ambition. The to of them like to watch boxing on TV together (Vicky commentates and Vesper complains when the guy they are rooting for is doing badly). Both of Vicky's grandparents call her by her full name for some reason, and are two of the few who do.
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A walk in the forest
A walk in the forest
Vicky pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, it was colder then she had expected and the bean only had a thin covering. The thought of going back flashed through her mind… perhaps Milo needed some extra help today... No, she couldn't go back, there was something she had to do. Vicky ignored her cold and pressed on. Leaves squished under her claws as Vicky searched, making the bean grimace. Wet leaves are not fun to walk on. Almost 20 minutes passed. "Oh come on!" Vicky grit her teeth and sat down hard. Where was it? Vicky always sat in this one tree with two branches that made an O shape, a perfect place to sit. Vicky had brought a towel to dry it off and everything, but she just couldn’t find it.
Had she made a wrong turn? Had the storm somehow moved one of her common landmarks to find it? Was it just to dark out to find? As Vicky thought over her disappointment, she paw ran up and down the log she was sitting on. A curve? It went all the way up the side...? Vicky looked down at what she was sitting on. Vicky was speechless. Her tree, it was lying on the ground. "WHAT!??!!!" Vicky cried out as the realization hit her. Her special tree had fallen down in last night’s storm. Vicky started to babble, random words escaping her mouth. (This is Vicky's way of showing sadness. She doesn't cry very much, but just whispers to herself ). A weight appeared on Vicky's shoulder... a paw. Vicky looked up, seeing Virus looking at his feet, looking uncomfortable. "Dad?" Vicky's words stopped as Virus worked his mouth open and closed, as if trying to figure out what to say. "Milo saw that your tree fell when he was driving by yesterday and didn't have time to tell you... I uh, brought this." The paw on Vicky's shoulder flipped over and opened, reveling a seed. "It's an oak seed." Vicky stared at her father, not sure what to say. "Just take it!" Virus grimaced as he was probably realizing how harsh that sounded. Vicky took a breath and smiled. "It's okay, this means a lot." Vicky bit back the words bubbling up in her mouth. She wanted to tell Virus how much she loved him, and understood it was hard for him to not come of as a jerk, how she heard how fondly Virus talked of her. But that's not how things worked with him. Unsaid things were often the best way to connect. Instead, Vicky smiled and took the seed in her paws. "Thanks dad." Virus helped Vicky up, and the two of them found a clearing between two trees. Vicky bent over and dug her paws into the cold earth. After a minute, Virus sat and helped.

Since then, Vicky has been caring for her oak tree and it has been slowly growing along with her. It is still quite small, as trees take a while to grow, but it always reminds Vicky of the special moment she shared with her more antisocial father. Milo loves that the two of them have a special thing and hears Vicky's report about the state for the tree each time she visits, suggesting ways to help it (though most of the advise works better for sea creatures).


Vesper and Vicky watching boxing (wall pattern+boxing photo found online, for I can't draw patterns or boxers owo)

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((hello I am a long term non-owner. I have competed for several jbd's before, due to my strong desire to be a part of the community, and have come close to winning them but never yet been lucky enough. hopefully, this new little baby could be my first ever jbd and I would love to stay in contact with the family, especially in regards to head cannoning or roleplaying, so on and so forth.))
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arwen
((welsh name meaning "noble maiden"))
(commonly known as the elven princess from lord of the rings)
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female
((she identifies her sex as biologically female. she has never struggled with her gender identity.))

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;personality; ((499/500))
the saddest part about youth in school is the fact that one in every four children (aka under the age of 18 human years) is either physically, verbally, or cyber bullied in school today; and that statistic is for the united states alone. unfortunately, arwen is a part of this 1/4 numerical. due to her intelligence, with an IQ so high that she is considered "exceptionally gifted" and even an "extraordinary genius", she lacks any proper sort of social skills, and thus has a very hard time making friends with other beans around her age.
because she is so much unlike all of her peers, being only in the first grade at this moment, she is completely ostracized by everyone. even the teachers despise her, for she is always asking questions that they cannot answer or making statements that to them make no sense. she has no friends her own age, and when it is time for recess on the playground at school, she is always by herself, while the other beans run around in groups and play. during this time, she never appears to take place in the "fun" and instead can always be found in a corner of the school yard, or balanced up in a tree, or hiding under some bushes, and is reading some sort of book to stimulate her brain.
she already can speak and read fluently in over a dozen languages, and as a mere seven year old is taking college level classes. some members of her family, however, don't believe in allowing her to accelerate and graduate school as early as she intellectually would be able to, and thus she is forced to stay in her first grade class. however, with the help of her uncle, she is sneaking online and taking online college classes that she enjoys much more, although she wishes she could take classes on-campus so she could experience the more hands-on aspects of the sciences, which is where her biggest passions lie.
due to her intellect, arwen speaks in large words, mainly using the scientific names of things, and more often than not, makes no sense to those around her. to anyone untrained, she is speaking in mere gargle, her words meaning nothing more than the idiotic ramblings of someone they do not understand. when in reality, she would very easily be able to hold her own in a conversation with someone that had a PHD/Doctorate degree.
arwen already knows what she wants to do with her life, what career she wants to pursue and exactly the path it will take to get there. she plans on getting two majors, both requiring doctorates. she wants to work as both a biomedical researcher, working to find out more information about serious illnesses/diseases and developing possible cures or treatments for them, as well as becoming a forensic anthropologist, being able to travel the world to study the remains of the deceased from historical cultures and figuring out how they died.

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Relationships:
kiwi (grandma) - arwen loves her grandmother to bits; she is the sweetest thing that exists, and often times she will go to the older bean when she needs to distract herself and just focus on something other than whats going on. the pair often can be found gardening together; it's their way of connecting. most all of the plants around her grandparents home, have been planted or at least cared for by the pair together. they don't always speak, for arwen more often than not confuses her grandmother with her large words and extensively elaborate vocabulary. so instead of speaking, they typically are together in a comfortable silence that allows both of the beans to be within their own thoughts, daydreaming.
vesper (grandpa) - everyone thinks that her grandpa is this big and scary guy. his dark colors and markings make other beans think he is something to be feared. but she knows that he isn't as horrible as people think. she actually feels extremely protective over him; she absolutely hates when people "judge a book by its cover", or judge her grandpa before truly getting to know him. they aren't extremely close, but they have a mutual respect for one another. vesper has always pushed her to follow her dreams, to pursue the path that she wants despite what others may think. he is always telling her to be strong and not let others cruelty affect the way she acts or perceives herself. he has been a solid rock for her, and she appreciates him. he even bought her her first microscope after confiding what career she wanted to follow in him.
milo (dad) - this is her daddy. she is completely unlike her usual self when she is with milo. she allows herself to be the small little girl that she truly is, allows her childhood fears and insecurities to come out. oftentimes in school she is made fun of, practically on a daily basis, and although in front of everyone else she is excellent at pretending it never bothers her in the slightest, when she leaves school she almost always goes to his lab (his coworkers had a key card made for her to have easy access). she becomes a true daddy's little girl at these times, hopping up onto his lap as he sits at his research table and curling into a huddled little ball. as she clings to his soft fur, silent sobs can be found raking through her small body, and this is the only time that arwen ever allows herself to cry.
virus (dad) - unfortunately, she doesn't get along very well with this father. the pair clash constantly, hitting heads on practically every matter that exists. whereas she is a bit awkward, he is antisocial, and nothing about them makes sense together. they are polar opposites in many ways, and she, being the upfront bean that she is, has called him multiple harsh names in the past, especially when they get into a spat. she calls him a jerk constantly, its one of her most simplistic yet effective insults, and the name is commonly followed by a rant of other mean words. there is a part of arwen that always feels bad after a fight with her father, but being who she is, apologies are near impossible for her to give, and so she merely bites her tongue and turns away if her father shows any sign of hurt, which is rare, but she believes he is just good at hiding it.
levi (uncle) - honestly her uncle is arwen's favorite bean in like the whole world. the pair are like two peas in a pod; she would do anything for him. the pair are both quite awkward in most social situations, and often when spending times together, do a wide variety of things that allow them to be with just each other and forget about everyone else around them. arwen tells her uncle everything, any secrets that she may keep from her parents, she admits to her uncle with full confidentiality. and although she is just a kid, he does the same right back, because he can see arwen's intelligence and wisdom that are beyond her years. she knows that levi feels that her grandparents (aka his parents) favored his brother (aka her own father) over him. there is a small part of her that feels good about herself, almost wanting her father to feel bad since she is closer to his brother than to him.

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Family Headshot - Group Picture

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Uncle & Arwen - Best Buds

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first piece by Shaded
second piece by Bloodsoul
third piece by sansei
fourth piece by clip.

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1 Extra:




"today was the day. it was finally here. i had been patiently waiting for this day to come again. i had waited precisely 1 year, 12 months, 365 days, 8760 hours, 525600 minutes. and it was finally happening. the best day, my favorite holiday, was finally upon us; Halloween. it was the one night a year that everyone was truly able to be themselves without judgment; but at the same time being someone entirely different. while everyone has a costume, some character or thing that they in no way actually are, it also gives others an insight as to who that person truly is. to quote that old movie - mean girls I think it is - 'Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total sl*t and no other girls can say anything about it.'
my costume was similar every year, although never precisely the same, and I didn't plan on changing it anytime soon. simply put - I was bones. I dressed up as bones, as a skeleton. it was a way for me to show my career ambitions, as well as be completely practical (as I always am). on Halloween you see many people dressed up as cops or firefighters or cowboys, things like that, things that they, to some extent in their subconscious, wish to be. however, I want to be a biochemical researcher and an anthropologist; the closest I could dress up to show that would be a lab coat, and then I would be mistaken only as a doctor, which is not what I want to be at all. so, I decided long ago to take the much more practical route. bones. an anthropologist works with bones for a living, they are something that I must familiarize myself with entirely, but they are also something that I have inside of my body, something that (nearly) every creature has.
but anyways, time to get back to the actual story. my parents (finally) were letting me go trick or treating without an adult. I wouldn't have to worry about one of them watching over my shoulder, and as much as I loved my uncle, he wasn't exactly the most eager to watch my best friend and I, as well as deal with a bunch of screaming children, which I can understand. now I was just waiting for my single friend to arrive; and as was common to his nature, he was making me wait due to him being late. ugh.


my best friend gwaine came knocking on my front door, around twenty minutes later than he was supposed to be here. which was very typical of him. I was the punctual one who always was on time to things and he was always teasing my by purposefully being late. I couldn't help the sound I made upon seeing him; half like a laugh and half like a scoff. he looked ridiculous, he was dressed in a huge, round, fat bumble bee costume. "you look absolutely hysterical! and yet I'm not even surprised by your wardrobe choice." my little friend simply gave me a large grin and shrugged his shoulders, blabbering some random words about how much he loved bees and how it suited him perfectly. which made perfect sense in reality.
"bye dad!" I hollered into the house, and, grabbing gwaine's arm, took off down the street before is parents could change their minds and make them come as well. it wasn't long before the light disappeared; the sun had gone down and the true creepiness was showing through everywhere. the only brightness came from the streetlights, which were all covered in jack-o-lanterns to help with the vibe of the night. all around them, people were everywhere.
adults were dressed scantily, some with drinks in their hands, as they made their way to parties with hopes to 'get lucky'. teenagers were causing trouble, picking on the children or stealing their candy, as well as breaking other peoples lawn decorations. younger kids were running wild, with their parents struggling to keep up with them. and then, finally, there were other youth around gwaine and i's age.
the rest of the night went as planned. gwaine and I enjoyed our nights, going from door to door and shouting trick-or-treat as we got tons of candy. and for once, just one little night out of the year, no one around me judged me. I wasn't the freaky weird girl. I wasn't the strange loser. I wasn't the crazy science girl. I was just me; and everyone else was them. no one picked on me or shouted rude comments. I was just left alone with my best friend.
for one night a year, tonight..
I. was. happy.