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[~FlameFox~]

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Great, an interview?!

Name: Cassandra

Oh god. Don't even get me started on that name. Who did my mom think I would be? A PRINCESS?

Nick name: Tommy

It's not JUST a boy's name, you know. It's simple, tomboyish and I think it clicks when I say it.

Super embarrassing nick name: Cassie

I'm sorry, but again, what the heck?? I have insisted that people call me Tommy. Cassie is a GIRLY name. Do I look girly to you?

Gender:
Female

Please, don't even bother confusing me for a guy. Someone did that once and, boy, did they regret it!

Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:

So, I'd bought this AWESOME new skateboard, complete with helmet, green flames, the whole shabang! I went skateboarding and one dude came up to me and was like 'Yo, bro you're a sic skateboarder.' I was so angry I yelled back 'WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME??' He shrunk back. 'Relax, bro. You're a good skateboarder, for sure, dude. I ripped off my helmet (it was itchy) and tossed away my board, throwing myself at him. We crashed down the ramp, me pummeling his belly with my paws. 'Don't. Ever. Call. Me. Bro.' I snarled, running to grab my board and helmet before skating off.

Intersting.... What her most ridiculous fear:

I'm not scared of anything. Really. Don't look at me like that! I'm not scared! I... Yes. I'm scared of wasps. They buzz and bite and call others for reinforcements. Really! I'm not joking! Once, I saw one and squished it in my panic attack. A whole bunch of others came and tried to bite me! They're evil, I tell you. Evil!

Waffles, Why does she hate them?:

I was eating waffles, and my friend+ Mango came over. We decided to have a waffle eating contest. If I lost, I'd have to wear a oink skirt. If I won, he (Yes. I didn't get along well with girls) would have to wear the skirt, too. I ate and ate, he ate and ate, and I had ONE waffle left. I was so full, I felt sick. I looked at the pink skirt, then at the waffle. Pink skirt, waffle, skirt, waffle... And I shoved the waffle in my mouth I swallowed as soon as he did, so we tied. Five minutes later, both of us ran to the bathroom and puked waffles. I will never forget what they looked like, sitting there in the toilet. Ugh. I never ate waffles again.

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

I had a little dog. Yes. A stuffed animal. I loved it so much. One day, I came upon a group of bigger JBD's as I played with little Mazie. They grabbed her and taunted me with her. 'Give it back!' I cried, jumping up and down. 'Give it back!' They laughed and threw it in the nearby river. I hated water, the cold, slimy feeling so all I could do was watch as Mazie drifted down the river and out of sight. 'Mazieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...'

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

Well, after the 'Toy Incident' as I now call it, I skulked and cried. I lost friends and became friends with the wrong kind of people. I bullied other little JBD's too. I took my anger, my hatred out on them.

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

I... I steal it. Every once in a while, I'll visit a jewelry shop and look for a little, tiny piece of silver that catches my eye. I don't want anything big, or flash, just something shiny to hide away under my pillow, for good luck and hope. Being a teenager doesn't mean I'm not looking for hope, you know.

Why is she poor?

My family used to be rich. Well, we weren't rich, we just had enough money to buy everything neccesary. After losing Mazie, I became the trouble child. I broke things, stole stuff and got into massive trouble. My parents had a hard time paying off all of the fines, but they always managed to scrape up enough money to pay for it. We were fine and we continued to have enough money for food and other fees. Eventually, the tax collector came, to whom everyone owes a price. He took money, claimed we had overdue taxes and took more. We soon grew to expect him and it took everything I had not to kill him every time he demanded more money. Our money lessened, our stuff was sold, and I began to go hungry. I knew mother and father were hungrier, so one day I ran off to an orphanage, and there became my wandering life. I never stayed in an orphanage more than one month and now, here I am. In another orphanage, being interviewed in the hopes that I'll find a new family to take me in. I found later that a tax collector had been fired for taking the taxes for himself. Coincidental, isn't it?

What jewlery does she have?

I have a tiny little sliver locket with a family photo of my family and I on a picnic. I'm in the grass, playing with the leaves. It's a good reminder of how life used to be. Here. Look at it.

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

I was outside in a tent, skulking as usual. My mother had asked me why I was no longer happy and I yelled at her. She sent me to my room, but I went out onto my balcony and climbed down a rope I always kept there to hide in the tent. It was stockpiled with food, drinks and blankets. I climbed inside and grabbed my half-empty bag of Cheetos. I pulled one out and bit down on it, pulling another out. The second one was squishy but I was to upset to care. As the Cheeto made it's slimy way down my throat, I looked at the fur on my paws. It was tinged green, like a -- grasshopper. I'd eaten a grasshopper!! I shrieked and thrased about, trying to spit it out, with no success. I've hated Cheetos and grasshopers since then.

She likes the cold, Why?

I have a memory of myself, when I was younger, ice skating. It was the most fun I'd ever had and the skating came naturally. The cold wind combed through my fur, the skates slid smoothly across the ice. I felt free, like a bird and graceful, like a dancer. I came back every day, until I lost Mazie. I was too sad to go back. I miss it to this day.

How'd she get those scars?

I'd heard about a new trend. It was called 'emo.' All the cool, sad kids like me were supposedly doing it, so I decided to try it. You're probably thinking 'What an irresponsible thing to do!' but I didn't cut myself to get the scars. I was going to another emo's house for some sort of emo congregation when I slipped on the gravel that led to the dragon's house. I slid down the steep hill and crashed into a rose bush, where the thorns easily sliced into the soft fur on my face and left the scars. I decided against being emo after I saw the dragons with scarred arms.

History

I was born to two dragons I refuse to name on the 29th of January, 1999. I was dead, chest unmoving, cold and silent. My fur was a light grey, not as dark as it is now. The doctors did everything, but I refused to live once more. As the doctors gave up and my mother took to crying, a dragon walked through the door. Well, he wasn't exactly walking, he stormed through, nearly breaking the door of of it's hinges. 'Step back!' He roared, pushing the doctors aside. 'You were born for more than this.' He murmured, in a softer voice as he lifted me up into the air. 'You have a destiny.' With that, he blew fire on me. I felt the heat dancing up my legs, but not it's burn. I awoke with a cry, my fur singed to a darker color. The dragon left, but before he marched through the door, he turned to my parents. 'She has an important destiny to fulfill. Don't try to stop her.'
And so, I grew up like any other dragon until I lost Mazie. I became what I am today, sad, angry, wandering and most importantly, alone. Sometimes I sit down and wonder. Is this the life for me? Is this really the greatness the dragon told be I would become? If so, the dragon and I need to excange a few words. Frankly, I don't call this greatness.

Personality I'm not letting her type this time, because she'd show off.
To explain her in a sentence is my goal, but I'll elaborate in a bit. You can't understand what she felt, know her story is to know her pelt, she lives a life angry and mad, hidden is a story sad. I like poems.

~Sad~
Losing her toy really lost her will. She's almost always sad and upset. She hates having a bad job, she hates not being able to enjoy life. She cries a lot, but she'll never admit it.
~Strong-Willed~
Strong willed is my way of saying stubborn. She won't say or do anything unless she feels like it. She won't admit to crying or being constantly angry, which makes life harder for herself.
~Angry~
Everything that wasn't swallowed by sadness has been consumed by a fierce, burning anger. She sometimes takes it out on objects, but most of her anger is taken out on people, whether it be yelling, glaring, snarling, being rude or nasty, bullying or simply thinking 'I hate you, I hate you.' on and on in her head.
~Smart~
To avoid being bullied, she had to become smart. She knows when to start a fight, when to back off from one, how to take a few hits and how to 'dish out' as she likes to say, pain. She was an idiot to allow herself to be so sad and angry, which is the dumbest thing she's ever done.
~Poetic~
She writes stories and poems both for her job and for fun. Her stories are always sad, but they make up for it with their great intensity. I'll show you a few later.
~Protective~
She stands up for what she believes is right, and nobody can ever tell her not to.

Art Will continue to add art until judging...
Her locket.
Little Mazie.
After the scars.
After losing Mazie.
Her Halloween plans.
A chinese rendition of her eye.
Her posing for a picture.
Her+ Mango. They aren't mates!
Her + a spiky collar.
When she was first born.
Her day-dreaming.
A good morning stretch.
A baby photo. So chubby...
~Computer won't let me put more photos~
viewtopic.php?f=32&t=1442154 What she should be for Halloween.
viewtopic.php?t=1442135 Another baby pic.
viewtopic.php?t=1441058 One more!
viewtopic.php?f=32&t=1442157 Her cat for Hallowe'en.
viewtopic.php?t=1443377 Random pose.
viewtopic.php?f=32&t=1444647 Another ref.

Stories
The Writing Fox:
A blank page,
A fresh blanket of snow,
My pen lying in wait,
Eyes gleaming in the darkness.
Suddenly,
The pen scrawls,
The shadow darts across.
The page is covered,
The snow disturbed,
The fox runs forever more.
The House:
The light from the flickering candle lights the room as I walk down the corridor. Elaborate paintings cover the walls, covered in a saddening layer of dust. I blow dust off of a favorite and watch as snowflakes of dust drift down, falling like soldiers in a war- silent, unseen, unheard. The belly of the house emits a groan and I walk down the hall, ignoring the musty capets that lay, slowly rotting their life away. I continue my funeral march down the hall, not stopping as the candle flickers and dies. I continue and am swallowed by the stench of death, sounds of suffering, the wave of blackness.
Quote

Pain doesn't hurt if it's all you've ever felt.

Her quote makes me sad because I want to hug her. Surely there's something more than hatred and sadness behind those stunning pink eyes? Maybe a hint of love? I wish she would realise this:

Dance in the rain,
Sing when you are sad,
And know that if there was no pain,
You could not be glad.

Theme Song

Well, have you heard that song 'Kill Everybody' by Skrillex? I just LOVE it.

She even drew a quick doodle:


Quick Questions
Truth or dare, why?

Dare simply because I have some secrets that deserve to remain that way, get it?

Do you have any pets?

Yuss, my adorable little cat Patricia.

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What's your-- Wait a second. You have a cat? You have a cat and you didn't tell me??!! CASSANDRA!!!!! Give me that cute little ball of fluff! I must pet it!!

OK... Here.

What's your favorite activity?

Writing poems and stories while playing with Patricia.

Here, have her back. Any siblings?

No.

You're lying! I can tell! Spill the beans!

Well... When I was born dead, my twin Samantha was born alive. When the strange dragon entered, he blew fire on both of us. My fur darkened, hers lightened, she died and I awoke. She was the exact opposite of me. I had pink eyes, hers were green. I had blue swirls, hers were dark pink. I was light, she was dark.

I composed a poem about it.
Twins were born, one alive, one dead,
One had pink swirls, the other blue swirls on her head,
They swapped places, one breathed one stopped,
In their chests the parent's hearts dropped,
One's cold body became alive anew,
The other took breaths few,
Why did Cassandra chose to wake from the never-ending sleep,
Why did Samantha lay down and leave her parents to weep?

I'm sorry. Favorite color?

Black. It doesn't burn your eyes like neon yellow. Although, I do like the blue aroung my eyes...

Favorite food?

I just LOVE grapefruit. The sweet tang, the beautiful colors, the smell... Don't get me started on that wonderful smell.

Story
This story is to show what it would be like if I introduced her to my other charries.
Tail sweeping the ground, Cassandra walked through the opened door. Flame stood a few feet in front of her, holding that black bags that contained everything Tommy owned. 'Welcome to my house, Cassandra. Feel free to walk around, meet everyone else.' With that, Flame vanished up the stairs with Cassandra's black duffel bags. Stomach full of butterflies, Cassandra walked through the entry corridor to the courtyard outside, cat following, and stopped to take it all in. A magnificent tree soared above, shading the various cats, dogs and wolves snoozing in it's shadow. A white she-wolf with interesing blue markings padded past her, shoulder brushing a large grey wolf. 4 pups followed, their clumsy steps attempting to step in those of their parents. Cassandra looked through the vast courtyard for someone like her. No Jelly Bean Dragons. There was a large dragon with a jewel on his forehead sitting, reading a book by the pool that occupied the center of the yard. She began walking up to him and fell with an 'Oomph!' as she was hit by a similar dragon holding an American football. He was large and muscly, dragon wings dwarfed by his muscular form. His fur looked like an American flag and the jems on his head and tail were blue. 'Oh. A newbie.' He drawled, his strong American accent making his words barely distinguishable. She sized him up. He was big but dumb. She decided against hitting him back, he was too strong. Pretend to be vulnerable? No, he might pick on her. She rolled her shoulders back and looked him in the eye. 'That's right. I'm new here. Take me to someone I can talk to.' She demanded. He laughed and pointed her in the direction of the other dragon. 'Hey! The name's Captain America.' He called as Cassandra walked off with her kitten. 'Call me Tommy, pal.' She responded, not looking back.
As she walked up, the other dragon gazed at her. Expecting another southern drawl, she stopped and waited for him to talk first. She was surprised when the voice that came out of his mouth was deep, rumbling with a distinctive exotic accent. 'Cassandra?' He asked. 'No. Not Cassandra. I keep telling people to call me Tommy.' She responded, snarling. He smiled back. 'Flame did say you had attitude, but I didn't know it was to this extent. Anyways, welcome to your new home. Let me introduce you to everyone.' he said, standing. As they walked through the yard, Pie, as he called himself, rattled off a list of names. 'Blue Moon, Slate, Swirl, Chocolate, Pip, Panther, Flame, Inferno, Flamefoot, Guardian, Blaze, Hidden, Red, Glow, Spots, Lavender, Sasha, Fireplace, Starry Night...' The names blended into oblivion as Tommy focused on recognising others and matching their names to their faces. Pie stopped. 'Well, there you have it. All the people here.' Tommy nodded. He showed her to her room. It was white and Pumpkin promised that she would be given paint and brushes to decorate the walls. He left the room and shut the door. Tommy pivoted around, studying the furniture. She hoisted Patricia up onto the soft king bed. 'Meow?' Patricia asked. Her face broke into a once-in-a-lifetime grin. 'It's not much,' she said out loud, 'But this will do.' Ripping open her duvet bags, she clasped on her sliver locket and fixed her fur. Time to meet her new family, properly. The legend of Cassandra had only just begun...

Christmas Present
Yes. I'm getting her a Christmas present. I'm getting her locket fixed, a new charm bracelet, a bottle of grapefruit perfume and a little tablet to write stories on. This is the present.
WIP
And her wearing all the stuff.
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=33&t=1469231

Quirks
All of Cassandra Tommy's quirks.
-She is a dark JBD, so she tends to be sad. This is caused by a lack of NRD-1. NRD-1 is a gene.
-She will grow to be great dane sized. I guess...
-I think her horns will be blue or pink, like her colors.
-She's slightly blind in her left eye. (Don't tell her I told you!)
-She's obsessed with arranging french fries in a funny pattern, I don't know why.
-She hates using anyone else's pillows or sheets on her bed.
-She is crazy about brushing her tail fur.

Author's Note
I see this brings my tale to a close. Enjoy the rest of the forms and good luck with judging. Everyone's done so well! It'll be hard...
To find the respective authors of any art, look in my gallery and click the 'Click to view' button. Some art by me.
Another thing- I was looking at other people's forms (Sizing up the competition :p) and I noticed that some people have the same/a similar story to mine. I didn't copy, all of my edits were for art!

[byebye seeyoulater]

Name: Riley

Yeah, that's my name.

Nick name: Lee.

Yeah, that's what I want people to call me anyway.

Super embarrassing nick name: Her love for fudge makes her friends call her Fudge-face. Also, if she was mine, she'd be my cuddly-wuddlly little angel

No. Just no. Please. No-one ever call me that. And you Fang, I swear I'm going to kill you.

Gender: Female

Yeah, but just 'coz I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm girly.

Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy: Well, basically never hangs with girls. She is a boy, on the inside anyway. She also bought the most epic motorbike, and she got all her gear on. It was her 19th birthday and she wanted to test out her new bike. Well she did some awesome stunts, riding around loads. Another guy came up to her and shouted "Woah Bro. That was epic!" She smiled, but he didn't see her then, because her helmet was on. The guy went to his girlfriend and said "That guy was epic!" and the girl said, "Yeah, boys are great at riding a motorbike." Well sh-

I'll tell 'em. Well, I nearly ripped her head off. "What did you call me?" I screamed, ripping my helmet off. They both were shocked. They said, in unison, "Please, we didn't know. It's hard to tell when you're in a bike outfit. I growled at them and muttered "If that happens again, some one will die."

Intersting.... What her most ridiculous fear:

I'm not scared of anything. Okay maybe one thing. But I won't tell you. NO! NO PUPPY-EYES! Okay fine. I'll tell you. I am petrified of Clowns. They freak me out so much. When I was a baby bean, my mum took me to the circus. As soon as I stepped in there I wanted to come out. I sat and watched the show with-out so much as a squeak. Then, one of the clowns came up to me, smiled a big creepy smile and said, "I'm gonna kill ya girl!" Then pulled out a KNIFE! I ran screaming, my mum following after me - not before he sliced at my snout though. I've been terrified of them since. I just realised it was probably the criminal I saw in the news, showing up at circuses and killing kids. I'm still scared of clowns though. I'm also terrified of crickets, but you'll learn about that soon.

Waffles, Why does she hate them?:

Well, Me and Mango had a pie eating contest, and I won. So he had to wear a skirt. He said the next day, that if I didn't have a waffle eating contest with him, then I would have to wear a shirt that said 'I am a baby'. Well, I wasn't gonna lose to a him. So I agreed and we prepared ourselves. It took two days to train for it, and by then I was sick of waffles. When we started I just smelt the waffles and began to puke. It was horrible. Mango said I don't have to wear the shirt, that he didn't think I would puke like that. I tried to smile but I couldn't, and I puked on his paws. Yeah, he didn't really like that.....

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

My lovely teddy Beck. Yes, he was my lovely teddy bear who kept the creatures of the dark away when I was little. I used to be scared of the dark, but not any-more. I was at home, curled up around Beck. Mum and dad were selling him, because we were so poor and we needed food. I whimpered and told mum and dad I couldn't sleep without him. And their reply was "Well, without money we'll starve!". I cried into Beck soft fur, not wanting to let go. Mum put her paw on my should and dad silently walked away with the teddy. "Don't know why she is so attached," My dad mumbled "all I know is it is a useless piece of rubbish." I never saw him again, and sometimes I still miss him. (The teddy, not my dad)

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

Well, mum always loved me, but dad hated me from when I first hatched. Then they had another bean, and I was the past. She was the star, always getting the most affection. I felt alone, with only Beck to keep me company, then not even him. I became rebellious, just to be remembered.

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

When I was walking through the forest at night, something shiny caught my eye. I ran through a bush to get to it, and saw it was a large diamond. My eyes lit up as I stretched out my paw to push it toward me. I grabbed it and ran back to the house. "Mum!" I shouted "Can I have a silver necklace, and a silver chain?" Mum shouted at me why I thought that would be possible and she came down from the bathroom. She saw the diamond in my paws and gasped. "Yes?" I laughed. She said "Yeah, of course you can! OHMIGOD! I can't wait! Look at all the food we could buy with this. Maybe we could even try Cakes from the bakery, fresh made!" I let out a happy sigh. The money went very quickly, but I would not let dad get his filthy paws on my silver.

Why is she poor?

When I was a young bean, mum wanted what was best for me, so She got my dad to get a job as a guide JBD. After a few weeks dad couldn't take the blind guy, and actually Dragged the guy into the road. Luckily, he had great hearing and ran. So my dad got sued for trying to kill a blind dude. The lawyers took everything, and we want to the dump to get stuff.

What jewellery does she have?

Well, you know I got some silver, so I have a silver chain and a silver band, that I love. I also have an earring in my left ear, that is made of rusted Iron. It also has a tiny chip of the diamond (That no-one knows about) i the centre of it.

What traumatic experience as a kid made her afraid of Crickets:
She likes the cold, Why?
How'd she get those scars?
History(Optional, but I love reading so take that into account)
Personality
Art
Other Ignore the wippy nes.

[T.abby]

I'm working on it!

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Reserving the name Zecoya. ^^

[Tatzel]

|Name|

"I'm Danielle, as if you would care."

Yes, her name is, as stated above, Danielle. What is the origin of her name? Actually,
she has no idea. But she does know it's meaning:

"Judge, I think. Not very fitting if you ask me."

|Nickname|

"Most call me Danni. And so should you, if you're fond of your head."

|Super Embarrassing Nickname|

"Oh...god, Cit, don't even!"

Well, too bad, Danni, 'cause I gotta if I wanna win you! Once, a baby bean,
not really a close friend but a friend in general walked up to her and called her Dada...
as in what a baby would call its father. Come to think of it, she has multiple. Dandan, Dan, Elle, Nini-poo and Sugar Plum.

"Cit, when we get home and night hits, I'm warning you might not see the next morning."

Yeah, right.
|Gender|
Danielle is a female dragon.

"Ahem, but a tomboy at heart."

Could you tell us about when she was mistaken for male?
Apparently, that bean must have thought her a male. After all,
he called her Dada.

"Shaddup!"

Not gonna! And one other time, she was hanging with her friend Gami at lunchtime (she was attending fifth grade at the time), when he blurted and called her Dandan. I don't think Danni really did mind, though, seeing as she has a crush on--oop, almost slipped and, uh, heh, 'told'. Some other dragons just so happened to walk by, thus hearing Gami call her by her boyish nickname. They assumed she was a guy from then on. How coincidental that they were all bubbly, gossiping girls who spread the rumor she was a guy, in knowing that she wasn't, also declaring Gami and Danni as a couple. This caused Danielle to be kinda untrusting. She was humilitated, and never allowed anyone to call her by any nicknames in public with an exception to 'Danni'.

"How did you know all that? D-did you...stalk me at school or something?" -whispers- "Psycho..."

I heard that!
|Interesting.... what is her most ridiculous fear?|

"Hmph."

What's that supposed to mean? Just...hmph?
Everyone has a fear. C'mon.

"Everyone, you mean, everyone else other than me? Dude, I'm fearless."

No, you're not. I remember when you-

"Okay! Okay! I have a fear that...um, I'll randomly spontaneously combust and die?...Sigh, that's it. Now just...sigh.

|Waffles, why does she hate them?|

"Woah, this is going way to far. Too up close and personal for me. I'm copping out on this one!"

Whatever you say, miss. I suppose I shall tell this tale. Once upon a time, there was a maiden. This very maiden had the name of Danielle. Along with the maiden existed a waffle. One waffle in particular, mind you, not just any waffle...

"No more fairy tale crap."

Ah. Okay, from the top...so one day Danni woke up. It was a bright, sunny morning full of cheer...

"Stop, just stop. I'll take it from here."

Picky picky!

"Pssh. Anyway, um, one day I was just chillin' with my bud Mango, you know? It was kind of early in the morning so he made breakfast for us. I had never tried Waffles. So of course, he insisted I try some. I watched as he smeared gooey butter all over them and glossed them with drizzly syrup. Actually, they looked okay. I said okay, not great. I helped set out two plates, forks, stuff. For a while I just stared down at them, then Mango started to urge it. I was kinda hungry; I forced myself to eat it. But they were so slimy and soggy...just disgusting! The syrup was flavorless, and the butter was really salty. Mango said I made really weird face. Well whatever, that's not important. What is, is that I held a grudge against Mango for about a month. I though he had pulled out a prank on me. He swore he hadn't...so I...forgave him. Bleh, forgave. And I do not, I repeat, do not! Care how you make them, what you put on them, I will not eat waffles, period. You could say maybe Mango was just a bad cook, but I'm not buying any excuses, I will never, ever eat one of those revolting things again! Ugh, seriously. Even if you paid me, just...oh, god, just thinking about waffles..I think I'm gonna..."

|When she was three she lost something important to her, what was it; what happened?|

"I had a silver chain necklace, and on the pendant...I'm sorry, it's a sad story-I mean, not this one. But my mom...um, the pendant was tiger's eye with gold dust. My mother had given it to me. One day, I was having a snow ball fight, and I guess it came off. I guess I was wearing it kinda loose. I rummaged through the snow, but it wasn't there. That's one thing I hate about winter...grumble...but I love it otherwise, um."

|She's now kind of a rebel teen...why might that be?|
Okay, time for me to speak up again.

"Uh, no, it's not. My life, my story, I'll tell it."

Sure.

"When I was three, my mother died. And I never knew my father, so I was basically alone. I had to fend for myself on the streets, on my own. For a while, anyway, till Cit found me. And that's it."

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

"I obviously love silver because, sigh, my mother gave me that silver necklace, you know, then she died...the silver necklace was my only memory of her and I god d@mn lost it. Sometimes, I'll add rarely Cit can be nice."

What are you talking about?! I saved you from the street for pete's sake!

"You did? Oh yeah, 'I forgot'. Heh, no I would never forget, Citru, I was sorta joking. Half-joking...because...well, heh, never mind. And by the way, thanks."

Uh, what? For what?

Don't be stupid, I suppose that's just normal for you, though. I mean thanks for picking me up off the street and giving me that silver, duh."

Aww, you're welcome, Dada. And thank you for being such a thankful, loyal dragon.

"Did you just! No, I'm not loyal, or thankful either, so don't even think that for a second."

|Why is she poor?|
Dude, she lived on the curb for like, seven or so years. ;3; Must I point out a reason? And I'm just some lazy girl who doesn't have a life...why would I have money, haha! We share the fate of poor-ness. Besides I'm too young to even have a job, I get allowance. ^u^'

"Did you just realize that you were lazy...?"

|What jewelry does she have?|

"A peridot stud in my nose, and some silver jewelry from Citru. It's not quite the same as the necklace my mother gave me, though. D@mn I wish I still had that thing. Excuse my french."

That doesn't exactly go 'excused' on here, Dan. It's a kids site...say sorry, like, now.

-mimicking voice- "Sorry, like, now."

I thought I was trying for a Jellybean Dragon, not a parrot. -rolls eyes-
|What traumatic experience as a kid made her afraid of crickets?|

"Not a long story, short and simple, my mom died because of one. It was carrying some disease."

|She likes the cold, why?|

"I just love doing all the talking! Just so you know, that was sarcasm. My jaw hurts from blabbering."

-singsong voice- I'm glad you brought that up ma'am, yes I'm glad you brought that up. I'll take it up from here on, so take pleasure in shutting up. -end singsong voice- She likes the cold and winter because, well, who doesn't? In her opinion, everyone should-or suffer her wrath. Joking! The chill on her fur is so relaxing. Much, much better than the searing hot summer days. Who doesn't love the breeze blowing at their fur? In fact, she wrote a poem about it. Funny, you wouldn't take her as a poet-

"Uh, wow! Suddenly my jaw feels better. Wanna, change the topic?!"

|How'd she get those scars?|
I honestly have no idea. She never told me. Knowing her, she probably never will, unless? -wink-

"I have told you, idiot! Short term memory, much? But I'll tell you again, I guess. When I still lived out in the allies-"

Which I saved you from!

"Yeah, everybody knows that already! How many times have you said it, and how many times have you interrupted me! Just let me speak!"

All right, I thought your jaw hurt, sorry, heh.

"Ugh...ignore her. I was still in the alleys when one night, I woke to a bleeding muzzle, one fresh scar, and red eyes right outside of the box which I lived in. A huge dog. We got in a fight, which, of course I won, earning two extra scars. I do kinda like to show them off. Man, you shoulda seen it when he ran off tail between his legs. It was awesome! And I got a reward, some marks to prove my victory. I don't consider them ugly."

You little fibbing braggart.
|History|

"Grr, I told you everything already, at least I thought so. If there's crap I left out, then maybe that just means it's none of your business. Don't stick your nose in places it doesn't belong, mom always told me. Mom..."

|Personality|
Snappy-Rude-Braggart-Serious-Sarcastic-Competitive

--WIP--

|Art|
WIP will order
|Other|
I've been feeling really down lately...maybe Danni could make me feel more 'up'--you know, happy.

[size=85]"Same here. But me? Make someone happy? Huh."

Work in Progress

© Ideas, writing, art, and use of name 'Danielle', 'Danni' to Citru. 2012 copyright. Do not steal my work![/size]

[wildly-unaware]

Sorry if this has been asked but when will the end date be? :3

[Pk.]

The end date is November fourteenth c:

[wildly-unaware]

Ah great ^^
Thank you ЯυкιPк ^^

[griffin111]

can i ask, do you perfer literature or art?