[pear.]

~I see the world as juice. You have to drink it all before someone else does~
~The basics~
Name

My name is Caramel Capuccino, just call me Chino.

Size

I am cow sized.

Theme song

You gotta listen to this!

~Favorites~
Food

I have always had a love for honey. Scratch that. Any sticky, yummy substance.

Drink

Um..Carmel Capuccino! *cough* duh.....

Song

Duh! My theme song!

~All About Chino~
Personality
Chino strives to maintain harmony in friendships, and he usually succeeds.
Articulate and enthusiastic, Chino is good at making personal connections.
Sometimes he idealizes friendships too much - and ends up being let down.
He finds the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where he shines.
At work, he is a natural leader. He can help people discover their greatest potential.
He would make a good writer. His greatest weakness is losing something he loves.
How he sees himself: trusting, idealistic, and expressive.
Story
Art

[flyteck]

Dark Brown = a04a2b
Light Redish-Brown = d47553



What's your name? My name is Strudel, like that flaky pastry!
Do you have a favourite colour? Colours? Pftt, I just like FOOD!
Your favourite food then? Anything with apples, mainly flaky things like strudel, but pie is never a bad thing either. *noms tail* Tastes like fur! D8
What's favourite activity? EATING FOOOOODDD!!!!! Well, besides that, I guess cooking the food to eat or... hmm... Nope, that's about it.
What's your favourite Season? Fall! It's not too hot, and apples are ready to pick for MOR STRUDEL!
Do you have anything your really good at? Eating lots of STRUDEL! without putting on weight (LOL) And I guess cooking too.
How would you describe yourself? PURE AWESHOME! Strudel, can you be just a bit more descriptive? I already said enough, but If I MUST.. I'm hyper. Maybe it's all the sugar in the strudel, or perhaps the coffee I like to drink to wash it down.. but I can't sit still. My climbing skills are zilch, but I'm really fast *zips off* Strudel, come back! Give me a second here. I have to say more?! FINE. I guess you could say I'm smart, witty, and funny. I can't really stay still, but if I concentrate, I can do a lot of stuff without twitching too much. I always fidget though. I guess I'm pretty, I always use apple butter to slick the long parts of my pelt back. Never had a boyfriend, but I don't think I'd notice if one was hitting on me anyways, I'm too distracted by my one love, Strudel <3.


Any interesting stories you want to tell us about? Hmm.. well, there are a couple... shall I tell them all? Are they all about strudel? Well.... yes... except for one. It goes like this:
It was a warm late summer evening, and the sky was clear. I was outside, watering my new apple tree. I had grown it from a seed, and was super excited to see what amazing apples it would grow. Right now, many buds and some young green apples covered the tree. I was looking over the buds and yound apples when I spotted a horror: a tiny green caterpillar (shiver). Caterpillars are so creepy, they are all wormy and eat MY APPLES!! I naturally squealed, but pulled myself together enough to break the leaf with it from my tree and burry it. Upon closer inspection, however, I noticed that they were EVERYWHERE. Not one leaf was spared. I desperately hosed my tree in attempts to wash them off, but the icky green worms wouldn't go. So I spent the next day in the caves near by, looking for spiders. Once I had a jar of about twenty of the critters, I brought them home and dumped them on my tree. Most of them ran away, but about eight stayed and made webs. They ate most of the caterpillars, but all the apples and blossoms had already been eaten away! So I had to use store-bought apples to make my strudel \:

Why are you afraid of caterpillars? Do I seriously have to answer more questions?! Only two more, promise. Fine. Should I be as descriptive as possible or will you puke? I won't puke, just talk. Caterpillars creep me out because... well, they are like worms, slimy and gooey and... eweey. Then they have all these legs that are tiny and stick to you. Sure, people and other things with short hair wont understand, but if you have long hair like me... they get stuck in it! You lose them in you fluff, then they come crawling out onto your nose when you're asleep! Or fall into your strudel when your eating! It's disgusting and creepy... Then those faces. Flat, shiny, black faces. The eyes are not visible, their heads are like giant nails! Then, of course, they always eat my apple trees and MYYYY STRUDEL! Why do spiders not scare you then? Well, spiders are pretty. They come in pretty patterns *like this, interesting shapes like this, and make amazing webs like this.* They are almost all sleek and nimble with skinny legs and very interesting eyes. I don't like hairy spiders, but they don't scare me.

What's your theme song? You said no more questions! But, since this question is fun.... THISSSSS!!!! Well, she belts out "SUPER AWESOME STRUDEL TIME" instead, as she's too lazy to make anything better u- SUPER AWESOME STRUDEL TIME SUPER AWESOME STRUDEL TIME WAYA WAYA WAYA WAYA- Strudel, st- THERE YOU GO AND THERE YOU GO AND THERE YOU GO AND... (never mind.. she won't stop...)

Art is here and here

Almost done, art will continue to be added ^^ Strudel is excited, like always XD Hope you like the perspective I've written in, seen it a few times before and had to try it out c:

*She has these spiders in jars, sometimes she keeps them to let loose when the caterpillars show up.

[Ivara]

Hullo flyteck and ~S a h r e~!

~S a h r e~, I think the quote you put above your form is off, shouldn't it be, "I see the world as juice. You have to drink it all before someone else does". I underlined what I think got switched around. You put, "I see the world as juice. You have all before to drink it before someone else does" .

flyteck, I would love to see your form, I hope you decide to enter. Both beautiful names by the way, though I think Strudel fits the JBD best~ It's up to you of course though.

[Wlyrout]

I have two major projects, two days make-up work, and another JBD application to tend to, but whatever! I must try for this gal. Yes, I said gal. I shall convince you that she shall be a female and not a male! I shall! By the way, I do my forms an odd way. So here goes nothing...

Status Update:: Done with everything but her story!


My name is Coffee Cake. Yeah, you heard me right. Except I hate Coffee Cake. The name, that is, not the pastry-cake thing. The pastry-cake thing is actually quite delicious, though the intense flavor is a teensy bit too... intense for me. So, anyways, everyone calls me Flour. Tease me all you want, I could care less. But call me Flour, okay?

No, not Flower. You are saying it wrong. It's F-L-O-U-R. Like Flower minus the 'W'?

So now you're all like Why the heck is her name FLOUR? Well, I was once eating some coffee cake. You know, the pastry-cake thing. There was another male JB Dragon in the area, who tried to steal my coffee cake as a flirtatious kind of move. I was unamused and threw it at his face, like you throw cream pies at clowns. There was powdered sugar all over his face, and I started cracking up. Then he glanced at his reflection in a river, looking back up at me with utter hatred.

"YOU. GOT. FLOUR. ALL OVER MY FACE!" he yelled, which only made it worse. I was uncontrollably screaming with laughter at that point. He got even madder and smeared the powdered sugar all over my face, calling me "Flour Girl". The name stuck. Flour, that is. Flour Girl could be mistaken as Flower Girl, so I dropped the whole Girl part and...

This probably isn't very interesting to you. But I think it's kind of funny that I have a splatter marking on my nose. It still reminds me of that day.

I am a female, by the way. Some mistake me for a dude. Not smart. I would say more, but I'll save it for the interview.

Hello, Flour. So, to start off we'll ask something pretty basic. How about your favorite color?
Yeah, super basic. That was sarcasm, if you couldn't tell.

I thought it was pretty ba-
Are you kidding me? You're kidding! You have got to be kidding!

Okay, okay! Can you just answer the question, please?
Well, I'd say that I have three favorite colors: Ivory, cream, and peach. Any light, neutral color. Then sometimes I like a nice, soft gray or yellow. When I'm near the water my favorite color is a royal blue, only that doesn't last for very long. Too harsh on the eyes... or at least too harsh on my eyes. LIke I said, soft and neutral. Fawn and tan work, too. My least favorite color would have to be a blinding, sparkling white. It disgusts me.

Let me stop you there. May I go on to another question?
As long as it's not what you call "basic".

I thought it- Oh, what's the point in arguing? Fine. Favorite dessert? That's got to be basic!
No, it's really not.

Just answer the question!
Fine, then! I would say coffee cake, since that's my proper name and all, but I find it too mature of a taste for me, if that makes sense. The coffee flavor is really strong, and strong colors and tastes and textures just aren't my thing. I really love warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies, fresh and slightly underbaked, but I rarely come by the perfect batch now-a-days. I also like hot chocolate, bu-

Next question. Favorite fruit?
Hmm... I'd have to say a fresh, juicy strawberry. I hate the millions of seeds, but there's nothing like a good strawberry. My least favorite fruit would have to be mango, but only because I'm allergic to the skin. You don't even want to see me after I've touched one of those things. I swell, and I literally turn pink. It's really nasty.

You got some sort of history or story that I might actually be able to get out of this interview?
Actually, I do. *work in progress*

{First, before you read the history/story, I shall explain something. I was really inspired by your JBD form, the one for the sandstorm-type JBD. You said that you could only picture him in Eygpt. I started thinking about where Flour would live, and immediately knew it would be New York City. Where else would she get her attitude and personality? She's a tough city gal, and proud of it. Eventually she took off into the Catskill Mountains, where she lives now, but this is about the life she left behind in NYC. Honestly, I have no clue about New York, so this is all... what I picture, you could say.}

Everyday, I did the same thing. You can't help but fall into a routine when you're in New York. It even seems that the taxi cabs drive along the same routes, and local pedestrians cross the gum-plastered sidewalks at exactly 8:14 every morning, large cup of coffee in hand. As for me? I didn't exactly know where I fit in at first. But that was one of my first lessons: learn where you belong, and stay there. Fly under the radar, stay low and quiet. You might just avoid being pulled over and beat up by some jerk.

Now I'm making it sound all bad, which it really isn't. New York is great, really, it's just cold. Not cold as in chilly weather, but cold as in hard, very upfront and to the point. There's no messing around in New York. You have to learn the ropes quick, or you'll fall quick. The odds of making it in a city that size are slim to none. Yet I found my way.

Sometimes I still flashback to one morning, the morning I ran away into the Catskills...

I stretch out my limbs, cracking and creaking. I've never been a morning gal, but I've learned to live by the old expression "Early bird gets the worm", especially living in the Big Apple. I rise from my small bed, made of shredded syrofoam from trashed Dunkin' Donuts coffee cups. It may be shabby and odd, but it's very comfortable. I was very lucky to have found a coffee addict that had no use for his containers two years ago. I followed him around, showing great interest while he was sipping at his drink, and he eventually tossed the smooshy cup out to me. I collected them for weeks, shredded them with my teeth and paws, and found somewhere to settle. After that I just had to fit in and learn how to live in a big ol' city.

I still think about that day, the day I collected my first Dunkin' Donuts cup and learned that though you can't communicate to them with words to get what you want, humans can be useful in many ways. Today I must put that to my advantage, for I spot a ginormous male Jellybean around the corner, proudly showcasing some (most likely stolen) gold chains. He stands in front of my main trash can, where I find the majority of my food. There's not many fruits to be found in a city, and so I must scavenge the garbage cans whenever possible.

I eagerly trot up to a nearby human, who seems to be new to the city. He's still rather frazzled, and wears a rough old smile. He's like no other human I've seen before, but he's no oddity. He's just kind. I paw at his leg and he smiles down at me.

"Hey, little guy," he sings.

I growl ferociously, and he smiles further.

"So, not a guy? A girl? That's all good."

I stop my growling, but it's time to move onto what I want: his groceries bag. I rip a hole in it with my teeth, and a grapefruit tumbles out. I look up at the human.

"You want my grapefruit? Hey, they're expensive. But I guess..." He tosses me the fruit and I eagerly grab it, telling him "thanks" with my eyes before dashing off. Just as I begin to peel the huge, swwet thing, I hear a not-so-friendly voice behind me.

"Hey, I own this place now. That," he indicates to the grapefruit, "is mine. So give it."

I turn around, standing face-to-face with that big bully I had seen earlier. My growl forces it's way back up my throat.

"I've lived here for two years, stupid. I own this place."

"You? Oh, but there's one problem here. You're a Weak. Little. GIRL."

"How dare you!"

I lunge at him, snapping at his neck. I can't remember the last time I've been in a fight, but I'm sure he can. As I think of it, he rolls on top of me, probably crushing all of my internal organs. I desperately try to pry him off, but it doesn't work. I am relieved of my pain when he gets up to aim another blow. I'm too quick, swiping him in the nose before he can move an inch. Then he becomes simply infuriated, and lands a painful attack on my cheek.

The last thing I remember were his eyes looming over mine, big and dark.

Okay, great. How about giving me three words that sum up your personality?
Sarcastic and rude, but most of all loyal.

Well, you got the first two right.
Hey! You don't just go out and say that!

Could you give me a more extensive personality?
Sure. I'm carefree and reckless, though I'm not one to go and burn down the local hospital or anything. I don't display any sort or hate or oppresion unless you confront me. If you step forward and ask for it, though, you're going to get it. Apart from that, I tend to be slightly rude and sarcastic, though I'm always loyal to the ones I love in the end. I laugh a lot, but not at what others consider to be funny. Most of those things- people falling down stairs, their snowmobiles spazzing out and nearly killing them- I don't find that stuff funny. I tend to find others getting mad funny. I guess that it just makes them ever madder, but the red face and bulging eyes crack me up every time. I'm also the one to end a romance. I'm the heartbreaker, and though it's terrible to say, so what if others get hurt? If it's not me or someone I genuinly care about, who cares? I'm like that. I can manage myself and my friends, and you can manage yourself. You're still very much alive, and you can look after yourself. I'm a party girl, too. Not that one who's out on the dance floor the whole night long, or the one hiding in the corner. I'm more like the one catching up on gossip, joining in whatever clique I feel like. Normally they're to terrified to tell me to go away. Works for me! I don't care about what others think of me, as long as I have some sort of juicy story to threaten them with.

Thanks for having me, Flour. Oh, and one last question! Could you give me a theme song?
We Are Young. It's by some band called Fun, which I'm really not... but the song fits.

[flyteck]

I see her as feminine too c:

[Ivara]

Hrr, I'm interested as to how your so convinced that you can convince me to change my mind once I've been convinced this JBD is male! I'm just joking, though I really am interested as to how you'll portray this JBD. The only reason I think them a male is because of the muzzle splat. It looks like he was throwing paint but it ended up on his nose and he couldn't get it off, or maybe he was painting something and it just ended up there. It just makes them seem like a male to me. Beautiful form by the way flyteck, just remember you need to have a theme song for your form to qualify, something that matches the JBD's personality, in this case, excitable~ I don't think you can find a song about loving strudel however... Where are my sense of manners? Hullo commie, and welcome to this most formal occasion. We are currently serving strudel with a side of fresh caterpillars, would you care for any?

[flyteck]

I shall scour youtube until I do o3o

[Ivara]

o3o, just don't burn out your speakers. Oh, and I forgot to comment on it before, but I like the perspective you put your form it, I've written a form like that once, or close to it. I didn't have quite so much first person writing, but I love it your form, I'd say you don't have to change a thing about your perspective~

[flyteck]

Got my song o3o Strudel is a little lazy, it was her choice XD

[Ivara]

Goshdarncomputer decided it didn't want to load youtube, I'll have to check it out on another electronic device later. Taking a song and changing the lyrics? I applaud you Strudel.