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~Garnet~

Personality:
.:.Sassy and Sarcastic.:.
Margarita is a rather snarky little Bean. She doesn't do it to be rude, though it often comes off that way when you first meet her - It's just the way she is. She means it jokingly, but it often comes off as seeming mean and hurtful to others... -CoughZilarCough-

.:.Cheerful and Fun-loving.:.
Besides the headline of this part of her personality, there's only one way to describe this part of her - Margarita is a party girl! She loves having fun and just plain going nuts! Having fun is her thing. With her... Well, to quote her theme song, 'It's always a good time!'

.:.Silly and Goofy.:.
Going with her fun-loving attitude is a somewhat less positive aspect - Margarita is incredibly silly. She has a very hard time taking things seriously, and is extremely prone to getting rather crazy and out of hand.

.:.Outgoing and Friendly.:.
Margarita is a very friendly Bean - Though her snarkiness often pushes others away, making the actual befriending process rather hard. If you can manage to get past that, though, and especially if you revel in 'the art of deadpan', you'll have a friend for life!

Art:
A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory. A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream.

Story:
I've been having these weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this for real, or not?
A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory. A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream.

How often had she seen those words floating across one of the screens of that striped Bean's games? It was incredible how much they applied to her.

It had been about fifty days since that day. Soon to be two months.

It had all started with a mysterious, mirror-like object. She knew now that it was not a true mirror, of course, though she still had no idea what it really was. All she knew was that, when she saw it, when she looked into it, she had seen not herself, but another - A mysterious Bean that looked similar to her, with no horns, and dark spots scattered through her fur.

Confused, she had reached her paw out to touch it... And nothing was the same after that. She found herself standing in front of the mirror, with everything seeming reflected around her, flipped the wrong way. She looked into her reflection, which showed an ordinary reflection of her new self - Hornless and spotted. So strange, but so natural.

Everything was the same in this world - Her mate, her children... Everything but her. She found herself with a new owner, and a new name - Margarita.

The portal was closed, and she couldn't go back... But nonetheless, every now and then, the thoughts still crossed her mind:

I want to line the pieces up. Yours and mine.

Quirks:
Margarita... Despite the fact that her name suggests otherwise, she cannot hold her liquor. How do we know this? Umm... Let's just say that New Year's Eve was a rather interesting occasion.

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Sammy, i'm Margarita, as you know. Yes, i do love this font you picked. It's very nice, feathery, i enjoy it. Thank you.^^

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Personality:
Margarita is a really sweet bean. She's always compassionate to her family and mate. Around strangers, she holds herself back, but among her friends she's quite bubbly at times, especially when she's excited about some new project of hers. Her pet peeve's when dragons use nicknames for her. She enjoys music(her favorites are Beethoven and all jazz) and has a soft spot for romantic candlelit dinners.
She hates fights, but very quickly loses control on some days and erupts. She dislikes it when everybody's talking at the same time. She can get kind of withdrawn when things are too noisy for her taste-- which is a lot of the time, and it's hard to bring her out of a sulk.
She gets passionate over things, progressing to the point where she'll slam her paw and shout-- it's the only time her voice rises over a soft normal tone. She's easily amazed by little miracles and can be naïve sometimes, but in a sweet kinda way. However, she's also responsible and a diligent worker who doesn't like to complain about anything-- unless somebody has hurt her family! She has a real drive to work and doesn't leave things halfway.

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In short,
|Kind|Sweet|Caring|Loving|Short-tempered|Generous|Musical|Dreamer|Bubbly|Passionate|Playful|Naïve

Art:

She likes candles.


A little girl-to-girl moment with Sporky. Aww, family love.
Sporky belongs to Reihenbach Feels.

Story:
Margarita sat alone at the table. It was dark, and the clock read 12:34. Thoughtfully, she raised the glass to her lips-- an exquisite margarita. She took a sip and rolled the tangy flavor around in her mouth, savoring it for a moment. She glanced out the open window as light air brushed around her. Closing her eyes, she let out a long sigh, setting her head down on the tabletop. Her perked ears relaxed as she fell into a doze.
She woke to a violent wind, icy and crashing through the house. Muzzy and afraid, she stumbled backwards as gales of frozen air came rushing through the window.
What's happening?
Dead leaves and chill air rampaged through the house, and she didn't know what to do. Later she would find that a freak storm suddenly crossed their area-- a warning had gone out, but who would think to check the radio at 2 AM? She huddled under the table, muddled and confused. Should she try to close the window? That question was answered when, with a deafening crash, one half of the glass pane broke off and careered towards her. She ducked just in time, feeling a rush of paralyzing fear as it smashed to the floor and shattered into shards.
Help, she called out, but nobean answered. Her possessions went flying by her-- the clock, the plates-- the glass of margarita, flying away to shatter. Was she going to fly away and shatter too?
And then he was there-- warm, comforting, solid. Only half-aware of what was going on, she clung to his creamy fur like a drowning bean to a life preserver. With one strong arm he held her close to him.
The other paw held the glass of margarita.
(299 words.)

Likes/Dislikes/Faves (Extra 1)

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Color: pale green/seafoam blue

Animal: Dolphin

Game: Chess

Drink: Margarita

Insect: Crickets

Candy: Peppermint bark

Food: Thanksgiving turkey

Ice cream flavor: Eskimo Dream

Jelly bean flavor: She can never decide between vanilla and lime...

Fruit: Citrus fruits of any kind

Sweet or salty?: Sweet

Summer or winter?: Summer

Water or fire?: Fire

Book or movie?: Book

Light or dark?: Light

Romance or friendship?: Both!

Candles
Gauze scarves
Arts & crafts
Oil landscape paintings
Romantic meals
Potted plants, especially her special miniature azalea
Her family
Pastel colors
Sparkling drinks
Old-fashioned furniture
Wooden board games
Staying up late
Strawberries
Tiny cafés
Mexican food
Tea (Earl Grey)
When Apollo says, "Let's go out and be bad tonight."
The occasional margarita

Dislikes
Metal furniture
Band-aids
Applesauce
Peanut butter
Cymbals
Everyone talking at once
Rock music
Abstract art
Beer
Bright neon purple(or any really eye-burning neon color)
Dirty wood
Large centipedes
Having to wear reading glasses
Plushes with huge eyes
Watery food
When somebody mixed toast crumbs into the butter


About Me [by her] (Extra 2)
Well, hello there. My name's Margarita. No, please don't call me Rita. Not Marge either, thanks. I've already lost most of my dignity keeping my two kids and my mate in line, I'd like to keep at least an elegant name. No, no, I'm not saying that I don't love them. Where would I be without my beans? And the love of my life, Apollo. Before him, my life was all dinner parties and sitting around doing delicate things. I don't think I realized how much fun it was to... well, to be bad once in a while! I was always brought up as a very good little bean, I wasn't to speak when an adult dragon was speaking, I wasn't to run anyplace, I was always to be courteous, blah, blah, blah. I don't know how Apollo ever fell for my type, but I guess he could see the inner flame in me. Oops, that sounded a bit cheesy. My beans are always complaining about how I use such poetic terms all the time. But they just sound so important! I love fancy things, even though my family is always breaking my valuables. And candles. I love any type of fire, really, especially the Apollo type. There are really a lot of things I enjoy-- fruit, romance, music, and of course margaritas.
It's getting a little late. I love this time of night, when the sun has just set and the blazing colors are fresh in your mind. If I could, I'd just sit here with you until I couldn't see anything but black out the window, but I have to go tuck my beans in. You'd think they'd have outgrown that by now, but it's ok. Beans grow so fast nowadays, it'd probably be best for me to enjoy their love before they start wanting to leave the nest and pull away. I wonder if Apollo and I will ever have another bean? I don't know, and I don't really care either. I'm happy with my Firework, my Sporky and my Apollo, my candle collection, my special time of night, and the occasional glass of margarita.

*In this, I used "bean" to mean a baby JBD, even though a lot of people use it as an informal term for any Jellybean Dragon. Just to clarify.

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Urf, ok, no more edits for me ;n;


I promise to take good care of her if I win her, roleplay her on the JBD fanclub (I have an account, but no beans, lol), do art of her, write about her (maybe a novel? That'd be exciting) and do stuff with her in real life. I also promise to love her forever and take her with me if I ever leave CS. Thank you for the opportunity to develop her persona and draw her, even if I don't win her I'll still appreciate how much fun this whole form was to make. She's really just a perfect bean, my dream bean, and... I don't know what I'm trying to say, just thank you, I guess... ^^;

All art and/or graphics in this form are by me. Thank you for not stealing c:

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sorry, dropping out. :C