Name:
Tic-Tac
Nickname:
Tac
Gender:
Male
Age:
22
Size:
A little larger than a great dane
Theme Song:
Secrets by One RepublicThis song is about not caring what others think about you, you just have to be your own, unique self.
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Personality:
: Lazy :
"Ugghh, just give me 10 more minutes!" >:U "...sheesh."Tic-Tac is a lazy guy who loves to just sleep. It's a pain to try and wake him up in the mornings, he can be grumpy. Usually the only way to wake him up is to tell him he won't be allowed to eat breakfast if he doesn't get up, since he likes to eat too. Every day he wakes up late and goes to bed early. The only time he isn't being lazy is when he is doing something that interests or excited him, but not many things do that.
: Antisocial :
"What do you mean socialize? If you think your going to get me to do that you've lost your brains."He is also an antisocial dragon, coming from his rough past. He used to be worse, not talking to anyone else at all but he has opened up a wee bit over the years. He can be a a little rude sometimes because of this, but he truthfully doesn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings. He isn't a talkative JBD, and keeps to himself more than most. Even being so antisocial, once he hangs around for a bit he opens up a little. He doesn't try to mean antisocial in a mean way, he just doesn't like crowds or those he doesn't know well. He gets scared of too many new people at once, this is the main cause of him being antisocial.
: Extremely Random :
"Then I went- DIRT. DIRT I FOUND DIRT smdksjdsugdjs!" -starts licking ground-As you can probably see, Tic-Tac is
extremely random. This is another characteristic that makes him unique, I don't think as other dragon is quite as spontaneous as he is. In the middle of a sentence he could just stop and eat/lick dirt, like the picture above, or do some other insane thing. Once Tac was talking to Ziskosu and suddenly started chewing on Zisk's ear. He likes other dragons who are also random, he can relate with them.
: Insane/Crazy :
"I smashed into a tree... because I can."
"ME GUSTA!"Very similar to random, but this character trait has a few differences. Dictionary definition of insane: showing a complete lack of reason or foresight. Tac is insane because he acts before he thinks and will do things for absolutely no reason whatsoever. He sometimes does dangerous things, like running into tress because "he can." ene But he usually never gets hurt, you could say he is carefully reckless.
: Curious :
"Aww look at jooo.. what are you? -poke poke- Can i eat you? Pleaseeee? -licks- GAH!FFFFFF EW! Also very curious by nature, Tac likes to use his senses to investigate new objects. Every time he sees something new he has to check it out. This can be rewarding, because it gives him something to get excited about and increases his general knowledge. But of course, there are also times being curiosity can be bad, like the time he ran up to a skunk..
"Hey! I told you to never speak of that. Ever." Well.. look's like the secret is out. xD However, I won't go into detail or he may get mad. But whether it is a plant, animal, or another JBD that's different than most others, he will examine it with great interest.
: Stubborn :
"Nope, not going to. no. NO. ... not even for dirt."Ah yes, another stubborn JBD. If Tic-Tac doesn't want to do something, he simply won't to it. You can try to bribe him with anything in the world but his decision will not be changed. Just another one of his quirky traits. Being so determined to have his way, you could also recognize him as strong willed. Being stubborn is also not a negative factor, he is also stubborn in the things he feels are right, this could be sticking up for a fellow JBD or choosing good decisions over poor ones.
: Not in a Rush :
(Sorry had a major art block trying to draw the pic for this one- so no picture. ;-; But if I win I'll do a new pic. C:)
He is not in any rush to find a mate or girlfriend. Tac just want's to live his life to the fullest, and not obsess over girls ad get involved with drama. He secretly doesn't want a mate, because he thinks no one will be able to understand his personality. Tac thinks that if fate brings around someone who understands him, things will just fall into place. If he never gets a mate he is perfectly happy on his own, but if he does find someone who understands him, he will be equally happy.
: Overall :
Overall Tic-Tac is just a lazy, fun-loving, crazy, and sometimes stubborn guy. He may be antisocial but this is not out of rudeness, it's mostly from fear and from his past. He is kind to those he knows well, and won't hesitate to help them. And licking, can't forget that. He loves to lick things, such as dirt. Not in a rush for love, he wants to enjoy his life and be able to be himself. He pays no heed to what others think of his as, he knows he is unique and enjoys it.
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: Likes :
Food
Dirt
Stars
Music
Sleeping
Unique individuals
Those who understand him
Feathers
Being outside
Horses
Frogs
Tic-tacs
Chocolate
: Dislikes :
Cities
Loud noises
People who paint houses (He thinks they are going to steal his brain)
Cold
Rain
Crowds
The Dark
Sushi
Dogs
Snails
Skunks
Sour candy
Fire
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: History :
(Told in first person by Tic-Tac and myself)
Voices:
Tic-TacTic-Tac's Mother: Birth :
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Hm, what? Oh. my history.. I suppose I'll tell you, but only this once. I don't like talkign about it.. My very first memory was when I hatched out of my egg. I remember the dim, cloudy air and sour stench of the dark alley as I clawed my way out of my egg. As my eyes adjusted, I saw my mother, her large, shining eyes looking into mine. There was some kind of look.. I can't quite describe it, in her eyes. The closest description I can think of is fear, or maybe regret. This didn't quite make sense to me at the time, however. My mom was a rather small JBD, and had grease stains on her dark colored fur. I also recall that I was an only child, and I never remember having a father. She named me "Tic-Tac", because she said my colors reminded her of a pack of tic-tac candy she found in the alley one day. Although, she did call me Tac as a nickname, I was born into the city life, my mother lived behind a dumpster in a back alley of a large city. Life was hard growing up in this unforgiving place..
: Childhood :
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As a child I was curious, like everyone else when they were young. But being curious also had its dangers. My mother was aware of this, and taught me how to stay out of sight of the people. I never understood why she was so afraid of them. Sometimes a few would come walking down the alley, and I ran to my hiding spot like my mom instructed. I mean, they didn't seem so bad from what I saw of them. Nonetheless I obeyed my mother, because I knew that her knowledge of people was probably greater than my own. My mom taught me the ways of the city, like how to find food and defend our home if a dog or other stray animal challenged us for our home. We usually gathered our food from the dumpster we lived near, since that was where the bakery dumped their leftovers. If that was empty we stuck across the street into a neighborhood where there was sometimes other leftovers in trashcans. But every now and then we would go days without food, and I wondered if I'd ever eat again. This was pretty much our daily routine, my mom teaching me, then going to find food. We basically just survived, there was no real excitement in our lives.
: Teen :
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Every day was basically the same over the years as I grew older. Occasionally we would defend our little home against a street dog, and sometimes humans would pass by. Some tried to approach us, but we always ran and hid. One day, I decided to bring up the topic of people to my mother. "
Mom, why are you so afraid of people, they don't seem bad to me.." She slowly turned and looked me straight in the eyes, then sighed.
"Tac.. I was born into a home, and I grew up among people and they taught me many things, I actually loved and trusted them. Then, one fateful day, my owner told me we were going to visit her friend, and I jumped into the car, excited to meet another person. This is what regret most in my life.. getting into that car, and ever trusting people. It was a long drive, which took us deep into the city and to a house, in that neighborhood across the street." She pointed with her paw in the direction of the neighborhood where they often went scavenging.
"My owner opened the door and I hopped out and, expecting her to follow me, I ran up to the door of the house. I looked back and..." She paused, her eyes bleak with the pain of this memory.
"All I saw was the car speeding down the road.. leaving me alone, to fend for myself." "Oh... I'm sorry I didn't think that-" "Shh.. it's fine, Tac, I knew you would ask someday. I suppose you also want to know about your father too?" "Yes.. if it wouldn't be too much to ask.." "Well, after I realized I'd been abandoned, I wandered until I found this alley, and made this my home as I began settling into this new life. A few months later I met your father, and we became good friends and eventually mates. The day I laid your egg is the same day he disappeared. We went out looking for food when he sprang ahead of me to investigate a smale pile of bugs, something we don't usually see in the city. Then, snap! The trap door closed behind him, the bugs were fake, obviously a trap, but it was too late then, and when I realized what happened, I wouldn't leave him.. until the humans came and took him away. From then on I knew I hated them.." "I-I'm so s-sorry, I wish things could be better." I could barely suppress his own tears as he nuzzled his mom's greasy fur, trying to comfort her.
"At least I still have you, Tac, and I'll try my best not to let anything happen to you." She smiled faintly as she allowed him to nuzzle her.
Life continued as normal; my mom usually had me guard our dumpster while she went to gather scraps of food. After I had heard my mom's story about her owner, I became increasingly wary of humans who walked through our alley. If one came toward me, instead of dashing to my hiding place I let out a low growl and stood my ground. They usually hurried along after encountering this. Still, I couldn't help but wonder if any people could be kind. There had to be some out there, right? Sometimes children would run and skip through the alley singing little songs and humming. I quite enjoyed their laughter and songs, but my mom told me not to be fooled by their 'tricks'. As the city grew colder with the upcoming winter, we frequently used out fire breath to ignite small pieces of trash behind the dumpster. One dusk, however, our trash supply was running low as the dumpster had just been emptied that afternoon. So as my mom stood up, she said,
"Tac, I'm going to find some more trash for us. It's getting dark and I'll try to be back fast as I can, alright? "Ok, I'll be fine, not like I can't protect myself, I mean I'm almost fully grown now." You could see her breath in the air as she chuckled slightly and trotted off toward the neighborhood. As the sun began to slip down below the horizon, I hoped she wouldn't be gone too long.
An hour passed, not out of the usual, finding trash was difficult. Two hours, still not long enough to be concerning, but if only it wasn't night.. I thought to myself as I waited there, shivering as there was no fire going.. I began to doze off to sleep, and before I knew it my eyes closed and I was dreaming. When I awakened, it was from the bitter feeling of coldness. It was sometime near midnight and I sleepily looked around. I realized my mother hadn't come back yet and I jolted to my feet, madly galloping across the street and into the neighborhood. I rapidly checked all our usual scavenging spots. When I still couldn't find her, tears began to fill my eyes and I ran from house to house, looking for any sign of her.. I was never able to find any. I slumped down in a heap of sobs as grief wracked my body in a backyard as snow began to fall. I cried myself to sleep that cold night and I knew my life would never be the same.
: Adult :
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After many years I began to heal from the disappearance of my mother. I never did learn of what happened to her, I can only hope she's in paradise, and not being abused somewhere by a... human. Just the thought of them made me shiver with anger. I knew my mom disappeared because of them, I just felt it. I told myself I couldn't trust them.
(Part of story where it switches between 1st person (Me) and Tic-Tac in 1st person)
I awakened on that bright Saturday morning with a yawn. The warm sunlight was just peeking through the shades covering my apartment window. I forced myself out and bed and changed into some jeans with a t-shirt, nothing special. As I put on some flip-flops I decided I'd eat breakfast at the diner down the street. As I rode the elevator downstairs, I remembered what I'd read in the paper yesterday. It was about a species called "Jelly Bean Dragons" and how everyone wanted one. I too, wanted one to keep me company in my apartment. Unlike many others, however, I didn't want to just simply buy one. I wanted to rescue one, one that really needed help. I kind of have a soft spot in my heart for animals in need. The elevator door opened and I strode out of the lobby and into the street. I smelt the city air as the doors opened, full of sewer and car exhaust, not pleasant but I'd begun to like it after living here so many years. It was about seven blocks away to the diner, passing a few gift shops and some filthy alleyways that I was generally afraid of on the walk to the diner.
As I walked down the street I pulled out my ipod and turned on a song to enjoy while I walked. After the last song ended I arrived at the diner, which was across the street from one the the nasty alleyways I hated. I ordered some pancakes and my breakfast arrived quickly. I poured some tasty syrup on them and began eating. As I ate I had nothing to look at, so I turned out watched the cars putter down the crowded street. "What was-" I slightly gasped and I saw a flash a green in the alley. I hurriedly finished and paid for my food. I then casually walked across the road and stopped near the beginning of the alley. It was darker in there, and I peered into it from my position near the entrance. All I could make out was a large dumpster, which smelled horribly. Afraid as I was of alleys I cautiously began to move closer to the dumpster. As I came near I heard a low growl. I froze where I stood and closed my eyes in panic, praying it wasn't a dog. After a moment nothing happened so I opened my eyes, and to my surprise a full grown jellybean dragon was making it's way up to me. Although.. I could tell it wasn't pleased with my presence. As it came toward me it began growling louder, and when I didn't move, it lunged at me, snapping at my leg. I let out a little scream and tumbled out of the alley and into the street quickly as I could, where a few people walking by looked at me oddly. As I walked back to my apartment, disappointed, I decided that tomorrow I would observe the dragon for awhile, maybe find something that interests him so I could win his trust.
The next morning I quickly dressed and ate some cereal with banana. As I was eating I remember how skinny and filthy that dragon looked, and as I finished eating I grabbed a banana from my counter and headed out. As soon and I exited the lobby I walked straight to the alley. I went as close to the dumpster as I dared, before I heard that same, low toned growl. The dragon came sulking out from behind the dumpster and stared at me, the growl beginning to quiet. Neither of us moved, we just looked at each other over, as if trying to decide what to do next. I was the first to move, I very slowly unpeeled the banana I brought and ripped of a small chunk. I tossed it toward the dragon, who, in shock of a flying object coming at its face, stumbled backwards a few feet. After regaining balance, he warily crawled toward the banana, sniffing curiously.
I wasn't sure what to do. A
human, giving
me food? Was this a trick? She did seem kind, her expression was of a calm demeanor. Still, not wanting to take any chances, I decided I would take the food and run.
Suddenly the big green and white dragon dashed forward and grabbed the whole banana in his mouth out of my grip and made a mad dash for the dumpster. I stood there, laughing to myself. I decided to observe him for awhile, so I sat down against one of the alley's wall about ten feet away from where he was devouring his food. Nothing was happening, I sat there and he laid behind the dumpster. So, out of boredom I began humming quietly to myself.
As I lay there I remembered what my mother had told me about humans, she always said that- Abruptly I head a lovely tune coming from the human. She was humming to herself, a tune I had come to love from the children who came through the alley. Something deep inside me stirred, a feeling-no. A desire for this human's companionship, and her musical voice.
As I was humming the dragon poked his head out from behind the dumpster. As he did so I stopped humming and stared at him. I wondered what he was thinking, then abruptly he hid hid head behind the dumpster. I shrugged and began my tune again. Again he poked his head out and observed me, this time I kept humming. He came no closer, went to further away, just observed intently like a good student would listen to their teacher.
That was the way it went for some time, I'd come every day to the alley to sing and talk to him until I had to return home. Some days I would bring my ipod along and leave it there overnight, letting it play through my list of songs on repeat or playing a recording of my voice. On a particular Saturday I came to visit him late in the afternoon. I had been planning that day, on approaching him. I thought about all the possible outcomes this could have, he could accept me, or this could ruin any relationship I'd built with him. As I approached, he was no where in sight, and I sat down as usual as began talking to myseelf. There he was, coming out from hiding and laying down by the dumpster, observing. Some time later I stood, I would regularly go home now, but instead I began to inch closer to him.
What was this girl doing? I had come to trust her in the time we had spent together, but neither of us ever approached the other. It was a kind of unspoken rule. But here she was, gradually creeping closer to me. I was about to make a run for it when she kneeled down, something I'd never seen a human do before when approaching. I figured this was a friendly gesture, so I decided to return it.
I could tell he was wary, but the "dumpster dragon" as I had called him, approached me, looking at the ground. When he was within arms reach he looked up, and we locked eyes. Gazing at each other, I did probably the most risky gesture of my life. I reached out my hand and stroked the greasy fur on his head.
I saw the familiar hand reaching out towards my head, unsure of what she was doing I just stood still, trusting she wasn't going to harm me. As I stood I felt her hand stroking the fur on my head. This- it felt like a dream. I hadn't had such a warm feeling bubble up inside me since when my mom used to lick me and groom my fur.
His eyes lit up with the light of a fire, I knew I had made the right decision. I gently shifted my stroking to his neck fur and back. He hardly noticed, he was in too much shock and awe of being petted to care about anything else. I gradually stopped stroking him and stood, turned, and began walking home.
Where was she going? Did she want me to follow her, she had given me these lovely feelings after all. I supposed I should follow her, a life with a human, a gentle human who I knew would take care of me, didn't seem so bad. I could tell this girl was different, different in a good way. I knew she would never harm me, but love me and care for me.
For a moment I thought he wasn't going to follow me, but then I heard the little 'pat pat' of paws trotting up behind me. We entered the apartment and rode the elevator up. He seemed so delighted with himself. I unlocked the door and in we went, he was quite confused at first, but it was getting dark and I knew he was too tired for much exploring. I said, "Hey, come on in and we will get a good night's rest, then talk tomorrow." He willingly fell asleep on a soft chair I had beside my bed. When it had been some time after he closed his eyes, I crawled out from my bed covers and once more stroked him. As I did so his eyes fluttered open and he whispered to me,
"Thank you..." I nodded and crept back into bed.
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Over the years Tic-Tac and I grew closer together, we bonded and became best friends. He was a scarred JBD by his past, but I helped him sort out most of his personality problems. He may be antisocial still, but he is also very unique in his own crazy way, and I love him for it. <3
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I hope you like the story! I'm not very good at writing, this is probably the longest story I've ever written, hope it's not bad. <3
Art:
All above art (including personalities, etc.) by me. c:
By not.human.at.all
By Lock
By Sokyo, he is sleeping in a giant tic tac
By LoneWolf2013
By Frostdragon
By Frostdragon
Alley96
By Kitteh
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Other:
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First off I'm going to say that I'm not the best writer, so that's why the personality/story are rather short. I hope the art at least makes up for it, I've put lots of time and effort into each picture I've drawn, and with every one, fallen more in love with Tic-Tac. When I first saw him, I would be lying if I said I wasn't sad he was not for adoption. His colors and markings caught my eye, and I really loved him. Now when I heard he was for adoption, I sat there with my mouth open for about 30 seconds. XD But right when I found out, I left for a family vacation. When I returned home, I was seriously heart broken that the contest ended in 1 day, so I asked Bonus to extend it, hoping it wouldn't be too much trouble. She agreed, which I was glad for, and I immediately started on my form. Getting up early every day and going to bed late was what I did for these past days, drawing art and planning out his story/personality. I've thrown all my effort into this form, and I hope you can see how much I love Tac. I've even traded a bunch of rare, vr pets for the art, but it all doesn't matter in the end, I am just honored to be able to have the chance to try for him. <3
Sorry if I am rambling, I tend to do that a lot, I just hope these words can express my feelings for him. xD
Sorry, I just had to add this. XDD Join me collab between me and ||John||~||Egbert||. B')
Story Behind the fear of painters. (In disklikes)-
I felt the need to explain this. XD
So I was hosting a live stream and then I said 'brb the painters are here to paint our house.' And Gheirt and I were discussing Tic-Tac and was saying that he should have a fear of painters, and then this whole conversation started so I added painters to his dislikes. B)
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