[cocoa]

Yeah, you can make him as a human for your art, I don't mind. If you can, it would be better if you still added the JBD tail. c:

[Sen507]

Yeah, I'm adding the tail and ears.

[knight of time]

Hey look, I stayed up late and actually got something done.
Username: Nakalla.
Name: Aviation
Gender: Male
Size: He's about as big a a boxer, sixty pounds.
Age: Teenager
Why Do You Want Her/Him: I saw this guy and he just caught my eye. Those little glasses... they got me.
History: Aviation was born on the streets, his mum sick and his da gone. He has a kind of "Jellybean Dragon Asperger's Syndrome" and he was hard of speaking and he didn't learn things very easily. His mother was able to get a nice, cozy place to live in the forest where Aviation could be himself. At this point he had no name. He was just 'son'. His mum had to take care of him every part of the day, and he has insomnia also. His mum, not being the most gentle, chained her son to his bed so he didn't sleepwalk or get up in the middle of the night. He chewed or cut most of them off, but he left some for some reason. Maybe for keepsake. The one thing this little guy was obsessed with was airplanes. He would travel with his mum into the city where he would find little metal pieces and use his fire to weld them together. He made tiny, working airplanes with real engines that he could control remotely. Many times he would give up on a project that was too hard for him to do... but there was one project that he never gave up on, no matter what it was. It was a huge, Jelly-Bean Dragon sized airplane that resembled greatly a Boeing. He first worked on the engine, carefully piecing every little piece of metal together, for at least two years of his childhood. When he had finished, he jumped around his mother as he turned it on and it gave a low, smooth mumble. Then he worked on the framework. It was twenty feet long, a huge plane for such a small jellybean dragon, and the seat area was big also. When he began to make the seat, he cried over it, making it a seat for the biggest of his kind. In his shaky claw-writing, he wrote 'For Da' on the scarred leather that was once from a supple couch in the dump. His mother was touched by her son's remembrance of his father, and she finally gave him a name: Aviation. He smiled every time she said it and he finally learned to say it. He said it whenever he got excited, and eventually in his learning momentum he took time off his plane to learn new words. Soon he could speak quite literally, even though his words did have some slur to them, and he constantly spoke the fruit of his labor around the forest. Soon the body of his plane was complete, and he slowly placed in the engine, that fine piece of machinery he had so carefully worked on. He turned it on, and he watched as the propellers under the wings whirred and the plane began to rise. He hopped in quickly, smiling as the plane rose and rose. He flew above the treeline, and then he heard a sputtering sound. There was a branch caught in the propeller! He did what any pilot would do: remained calm. He didn't stay that way for long, though. He lost control of the small joystick he used to move the rudders of the tail and wings, and he tumbled out. The plane landed with him, nearly crushing him... but with it sparing his life came a price: The plane was destroyed. Aviator rose above the wreckage, tears in his deep blue eyes, as he saw the aviator's chair burning right in the center of the debris. He shook his head to clear his mind of the sorrow, and he picked up the pieces he could save and he told his mother he was going back to the dump. Before he left, his mother gave him a pair of goggles... pilot's goggles. When he left... his mother never saw him again. He is still at the dumping, always finding new pieces and working on his plane, trying to fix every problem and error he had looked over or ignored.
Personality: Aviator isn't very social. He doesn't like talking much anymore, and he only does so when is it necessary, even though he is proud of every word he knows. He, despite his colours, is somewhat cheerful, and optimistic. He doesn't express very many emotions. What you see with him is what you get. He rarely smiles, only when he is very happy or excited. He isn't sensitive at all about his condition, he actually likes talking about it. His love of planes, he says, is because he saw one the first day he remembers, a huge jet, flying over the forest. He is absolutely fascinated with them. He likes to watch television because of how much stimulus it causes, though he can't ignore it very easily. He is easily distracted and the only thing that's easy for him to completely focus on is his airplanes.
Story/Art:
"I remember... remember when I saw big aeroplane in the sky... it was big, bigger than even Da, and it was flying high. I remembered seeing every little bit of ... this.... this... what was I saying? Yes, con...trap...tion. I know the engine by heart at that second. I 'member the little blades and the pro..pell..er. I liked the little ones I made, like the little birdies in the trees. But I loved the big one more. The big one made me smile, and I wanna make a big one right then. Then I started. I drew it. And I sculpted it with the gooey dirt I found outside by the tomatoes. Then Ma took me to the dump again. I got metal, more metal enough for lots of little airplanes. But I didn't wanna make birdy-sized airplanes. I wanted to make airplane sized airplane. Not a lot, just one. And I smiled." -Aviation

(I will have art, it's just too late for me to make any now :c)
Favorites, Likes, Dislikes: Aviator doesn't like sweets too much. He only likes shortcake, which his ma made a lot when he was young. Of course, his favorite thing is airplanes, though he does like anything that moves, like trains, cars, and even small animals. His favorite food is tomatoes, and his mother had a huge garden outside of the little den in the ground he lived in.
Other: xD I really love this little guy, he just hit me... gave me one of those seldom-used sparks of creativity.

[chupacabras]

When does this end?

[cocoa]

So far this doesn't have an end date. It will end when I feel it has enough forms. :)

[Scavenqers]

Username: TrueMagik
Name: Catena
Gender: Female
Size: German Shepherd-sized; 70 lbs, two feet high at the shoulder.
Age: Teenager
Why Do You Want Her/Him: I love the color scheme, the accessories, and the pattern. From the moment I saw her I was attracted to her, and I had to try out for her. I will RP with her, make art of her, and just plain love her. I've also got some plans for her with one of my friend's JBDs. This is, truly, one of the only JBDs I've ever been so attached to without even owning it.
History: Catena was captured by the zoologists that have been hunting the jellybean dragons. She was very young at the time of capture, and was separated from her parents thanks to the event. Confused and scared, Catena waited years for someone to help her. The scientists tested her, studied her, and when they were done with her at the end of the day, chained her up. She slowly began to realize that no one was coming to her rescue, and began to formulate an escape plan. It took her years, but she was eventually able to file the chains that bound her each night. She ran from the zoologists and escaped into a human neighborhood. She still had the chains tied around her leg and tail, thanks to the fact that she merely broke the binding chains in half. She is terrified of humans thanks to her ordeal with the zoologists, so she won't let anyone come near to remove the chains. She lives as a stray.
Personality: She was made into a very nervous and paranoid jellybean dragon thanks to her experiences with the zoologists. Catena is scared to the bone of humans, and prefers to run. She is very quiet, and often times things trigger flashbacks for her. She does not like being alone, as she feels extra vulnerable, not to mention lonely. She is often visited with nightmares from her experiences. She is hoping to find a way out of the town, but she can't seem to locate the exit. She is persistent, though, so she will not stop until she finds a way out.
Story/Art:
One ||Two || Three (With some help from iceeon <3) || Four || Five

Catena stood in her cage, staring out at the humans that crisscrossed the hallways like worker bees. The jellybean dragon was unable to sit or lie down comfortably, as she was chained to the walls of the cage. The human crowd began to thin out, and the noises of speech and footsteps slowly died down. Lights flickered off, leaving Catena in sheer darkness.
"Here I am," she said to herself. "Standing in the dark, chained up, waiting for morning to be experimented on yet again." She sighed and sat down, but the chains on her tail made it extremely uncomfortable. She stood back up and, for a long time, stared at the metal ropes that bound her. They were thinned down in the middle, thanks to Catena's work. She'd been spending the past year slowly filing the chains with her claws and teeth. Giving up was not something she knew. She was persistent and headstrong, and would not give up until she escaped this laboratory she called hell.
The sound of a door opening shook her from her thoughts. A human wandered into the building, ducked into an office room, and stayed there. Catena sighed. She had been planning on chewing the chains some more, but the noises would most likely alert the human. The dragon tried lying down, but the chains yanked her legs out, causing her to lie on her back with her legs sticking out in different directions. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, hoping the human would be gone when she awoke. Nay, she found that sleep was impossible with the two-legged creature looming so near. She struggled back to her feet. Silently, she watched the room the human had disappeared into. There was no light on, and no movement.

"Is he gone already?" she asked herself. She waited, watching the room for signs of life. After hours of this, she decided the human must have left.
Catena swung her head around to the chains on her right foreleg. This would be the easiest of the chains to loose, as it was merely wrapped around her leg. She wriggled her paw around and tugged at the chain with her teeth. Soon, it was off. She was one step closer to freedom. Catena smiled as she gently set the chain down on the cold cage bottom. She used her free paw to scratch at the chains on her hind legs. These took longer than the first, as they were wrapped to each other, but soon enough her back paws were free. She also freed her tail, but the tight metal bindings had dug into her flesh and kept her from removing most of the chain. She turned her head to her front left leg. This was the one chain that connected to all the others. This was the one that was connected to her body by a shackle. She wouldn't be able to slip free of this one - she'd have to break it. Slowly at first, she began to chew on the hard silver links. Her teeth ached and complained, but she kept chewing. She quickened her pace when the light of sunrise caught her eyes. The room the human had vanished into filled with a synthetic yellow light, and a tall shadow danced out into the hall from the open doorway. Catena's chewing became hasty and fast. She was nearly through the chain when the human stumbled out of the office room and into the hallway. The dragon froze, watching the human. It was moving towards her, and she knew she'd been caught. But Catena refused to give in. With a loud clang, the chain snapped in half and slumped to the cage floor. This attracted the human's attention, which, until now, had actually not been focused on the dragon. Catena began to panic. She had caused the human to move faster. Desperately, she kicked at the cage door. By using both of her hind legs, she was able to break the lock.

Hunted. That was the word that broke through her panicked thoughts. It should have been freedom, but that was not the case. She was not free if the human caught her and gave her new chains. She would be the exact opposite of free. All of her hard work would have helped her in no way. She would not allow that.
Catena darted out of the cage in a blast of pure speed and adrenaline. She dove underneath the human, between its legs. Her paws scrabbled, begging to find a grip on the slick floor. The human lumbered behind her, but Catena had a headstart. She raced towards the doors at the end of the hall. Those very doors would lead straight to her freedom.
She burst through the doors to be greeted with the most horrific sight she could have imagined. A group of animal control officers and scientists were waiting for her outside the door. She froze, and everything seemed to slow down. The officers swung a pole towards her, which had a strange loop of wire at the end. It was meant to catch her, and she knew it. She felt as if she were moving slower than time itself as she dodged the swinging pole. The humans moved mind-bogglingly slow as they chased after her. Catena heard her blood pounding in her ears as her paws slammed into the earth. Suddenly, everything was back to normal. She ran with every ounce of speed she had. She had no idea where she was going, but she didn't care. Wherever it was, it was to freedom.
A large cluster of buildings loomed ahead of her. She was becoming tired, breath catching in her throat. She glanced behind her. The humans were still there, but they were less so in numbers. The only place she knew she could hide was the town ahead. She forced her legs to continue racing, and her muscles screaming in agony. Within seconds she was running on a paved road. Within seconds, that paved road became a nightmare.
Large metal monsters roared towards her. She felt a sharp pain as a stone dug into her paw. The chain hanging from the shackle on her front paw tripped her. She rolled inbetween the large, round paws of one of the beasts. Then it was over.
The chase was over. Her fear faded as she realized she was safe. There would be no way the humans would be foolish enough to follow her into this swarm of monsters. She laughed as the beast passed over her. She was not harmed. She scrambled to her paws and jumped onto the sidewalk. She ran into the alleyways.
She ran into her freedom.

Favorites, Likes, Dislikes: Catena loves carrots. They were always a special treat when she lived with her parents. Thanks to her ordeals, she is terrified of humans, needles, cages, and chains. Her favorite things on earth are her goggles, which were given to her by her parents on her birthday. Her favorite song is Paradise, by Coldplay.
Other: The art will be a WIP - I will always be making more. All pictures were taken by me.

[knight of time]

Man, I hope I get this JBD. It's so cute <3

Bump!

[chupacabras]

Man, I hope I get this JBD. It's so cute <3

Bump!

ikr, she's stolen my heart!

[Fawkes-Rinzler]

I am going to work my hardest for this JBD! I would love to call him my first!

Username: Ƭнɛ Ĵσκɛя

Name: Kolovish

Gender: Male

Size: 15 3/4 in. at the withers.

Age: Teenager

Why Do You Want Her/Him: Well, I have been scouting around for a JBD for a long time. I have tried for a few, but have never gotten one. When I saw this one, I fell in love with it, and really wanted to try out, despite all of the other amazing forms that appeared daunting to beat. I would love to call this my first and only JBD! I would love to care for him, and draw/color him all the time!

History: Kolovish was born smaller than most of his family before him, and many worried he wouldn't survive his first year. However, by some miracle, he did. After his first year after birth, Kolovish was kidnapped and brought to a mining town, where he was trained to carry a small cart that held items for the miners such as lamps, pick axes, and food. As Kolovish got older, and therefor, stronger, he became more rebellious; he fought against the Taskmaster, he bit at miners, and he would actively try to scare the horses into rearing and knocking off their burden.

However, the Taskmaster learned quickly and, instead of letting Kolovish carry along his cart with a simple rope, he upgraded it to chains, clamping one on his head, one of in wrist, and one on his neck. Kolovish couldn't fight against the chains, and continued to do his duty diligently, his rebellious spirit squandered. This didn't stop a rebellion amongst the workers, however, who seemed to be brought to life by Kolovish's attempt at freedom. The miners, men and women who were kidnapped as children, began to rise up against the Taskmaster by refusing to work and slowing progress. Kolovish had, inadvertently, started a revolution.

The Taskmaster, once again, squandered the revolution, however, by spreading a disease in the campsite of the miners, making them go rabid. One day, while the miners where working, a rabid miner threw his pick ax at Kolovish and freed him from his chains, breaking him away from the mining car. Kolovish helped the other miners escape and headed for the city, to find his family. He learned, though, that his family had all been either taken out of the country, or died. Angry and lost, Kolovish wandered the streets for some time until he learned the Taskmaster had a wanted signs for him all over town. Scared for his life, Kolovish became far more cautious about what he did.

One day, while he was trying to find food in a garbage can, he was grabbed and taken back to the Taskmaster. The Taskmaster tried to shoot him, but he was rescued in the last minute by an ex-miner known simply as The Joker, his real name lost in the mines. The two moved out of the state, making an agreement to stick with each other should they ever need it. The Joker also agreed to help Kolovish find the surviving members of his family, despite the discretion that would be required to go through such things. Kolovish and The Joker now live in a loft apartment in New York City, running an underground operation to stop the Taskmaster's attempts to reopen the mines.

Personality: In a nutshell, Kolovish is a wild heart the can't be tamed. He believe in freedom and the right to chose, and knows what slavery feels like. He is often a rebellious JBD that will not conform easily with society, and often reminds aloof from others except The Joker. When he isn't acting as a normal 'house pet', Kolovish and Joker are acting as the leaders of an underground society to keep the Taskmaster from restarting the slave mines. Kolovish is very passionate about this.

Kolovish isn't all hard, however. He can easily be won over and calmed simply by offering chocolates, a belly rub, and a plush. Kolovish enjoys being comfortable, and is oddly at ease in tight spaces. Joker speculates that's why Kolovish was so calm in the caves. Kolovish is also very sensitive, and seems to take on the most prominent emotion that is around him.

Story/Art: (You must do one, and the other is optional. You may do story if you can't do art, and yes, both is allowed too; it will give you extra points.) WIP

Favorites, Likes, Dislikes: (This is optional, but it is nice to see this.) WIP

Other: (I doubt you'll have other after the load of work I put on you, but just in case.) WIP

I apologies for all of the WIPs, but I will get them done!

[knight of time]

Bump!