Username;;
I'm Midnight Dragon. owner of two lovely JBDs and hoping to get a lovely 3rd.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Yep, you heard 'er.
Name;;
Mr. Crackle
I chose this name because I thought this JBD looked like some chocolate bar with nuts in it. I would love to eat that. I love both of them.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Yep, that's ma' name. Pretty great, right?
Nicknames;;
Mr. C; Big C; Crackle; Crackster
Just shortenings of his name; on the exception of Crackster.
Mr. Crackle wrote:But ya'll can call me Mr. C.
Gender;;
Male
Believe me, you wouldn't mistake him for a female.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Uh, yeah, last I checked, I was a guy. 100%.
Age and Birthdate;;
October 2nd, 1985
He is 26, A good, healthy age.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Not too old, not too young.
Sexuality;;
Pan-sexual
Gender is not really important for him; he can and will fall in love with anyone.
Mr. Crackle wrote:As long as they love me and I love them, it's cool.
Friends;;
• Kiwaro (Owned by Winkatuck)
• Donut (Owned by Hurricane Fluttershy)
• Lyra (Owned by Jayflight~)
• Kenna (Owned by Lady Obvious)
• Firework (Owned by Love that Dog!)
• Density (Owned by Love That Dog!)
Mr. Crackle wrote:Yep, those are ma' buddies. Be jelly.
Size;;
Cow Sized
He's large, but his size is mostly fluff. If you shaved him, he would be the size of a buck.
Mr. Crackle wrote:All that fluff gets SO hot in the summer. Phew!
Weight;;
230 lbs.
Healthy, I guess.
Mr. Crackle wrote:It't not polite to ask for someone's weight...
Voice;;
Soft-ish, medium pitch voice, masculine, with a faint Southern accent.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Uh huh, hey, why ya' want to know about that anyways? I'm right here to tell ya'!
In his Pouch;;
He keeps a spare notebook, pencil and a pocket-sized copy of the book "Bitterblue" by Kristen Cashore.
Mr. Crackle wrote:I was prepared, I was prepared, I will always be prepared...
Color Codes;;
Cream - feedd5
Brown/beige - cfa085
Black - 363636
Orange - febd46
Red - fe4b46
Horns - feedd5
Mr. Crackle wrote:Um. Well. Whateve' those are, those are the right ones.
Personality;;
. M E L L O W .
Mr. Crackle is pretty mellow, despite his name. He is usually content with where he is, what he is doing, and normally will simply continue what he is doing, oblivious to other things. He almost never downright refuses things, he usually lets other objects guide him and determine what he will do. He doesn't mind at all; in fact, he's just a little too willing to let others decide on his fate. He's not easily manipulated, though. He is very sweet, a big softie both on the outside and the inside. He's a real homebody, sticking close to his home.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Oh, you want to play dice with me? Sure. Oh, you want to go on a walk with me? Sure. Oh, you want to my dishes? Sure. I don't mind one bit. Hey, what are you doing there? I trusted you! Oh, you're sorry? Here, have a cookie.
. G E N T L E .
Mr. Crackle would never hurt a fly. He always hates it when he steps on a worm or something, because he feels bad that he took an innocent life away from the world. He will get sad often times if me accidentally, say, steps on a bug. He will mourn for the bug and bury it in a specific area just for dead bugs. He is the kind of Jellybean Dragon to pick up dead animals off of the road and bury them. He is very gentle with his words as well, saying them carefully as not to offend anyone. He hates it when he makes someone feel bad and often makes it up to them for days, weeks even, to make sure that they forgive him.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Oh, no, I stepped on a worm! The innocent life is now cruelly wiped off of the face of the earth, never even experiencing the thrill of living to see the sunset! You deserve better. I'm ever so sorry...
. C O M M I T T E D .
Once Mr. Crackle sets his mind on it, he will get it done. No question. He was raised int eh south, and he worked on a farm for the majority of his life, and he's used to hard work for hours in the hot sun. He doesn't mind working for long periods of time, since it gives him time to ponder and dream. He is, although the tiniest bit lazy, will usually accomplish something. He will put his heart into completing a task and will be heartbroken if he does not accomplish it. He hates laziness, even though he can tend to get a bit lazy after a few days of hard work., but if you ever need a worker, Mr. Crackle's your man.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Man, a few days of work can really get to ya. I'm ready for a long nap. But I have to do dinner...aw, well, I'll eat later.
. G O O F Y .
Mr. Crackle is very silly if you get to know him. His nickname, 'Crackster', was made after his friends discovered how silly he was, after he slipped his guise of the serious, working oddball. He has a great sense of humor, and he can tell a joke just the right way to make people laugh every time it's told. He loves to tell jokes to people, since it spreads joy. He loves to hear new jokes as well, and put his own twist on them. He loves to cheer up people in general, and never insults people when he tells jokes. Sometimes when he is in a goofy mood, he tends to forget things, unlike his usual smart self.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Alright, alright. I'll tell it one more time. You walk into a one story house...
. I N T E L L I G E N T .
Mr. Crackle is very smart. No doubt. His handwriting is crisp and legible, his work is always well written and completely accurate, he hates misspellings and such. He is very neat and organized with everything as well. His bookshelf is organized by series, author's last name, and for dictionaries, thickness. Instead of playing mindless games, he prefers to work on logic puzzles to ease his body after a long day of work. Then he will flip through the dictionary and read up on words that he finds that he doesn't know. Which happens once in a blue moon. He is very intelligent in almost all areas...except for particle physics. He just hates it.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Ah, yeas, the good old dictionary. Man, how I love reading...What is THAT word?
Likes;;
• Rural areas
• Apples
• Country music
• Animals
• Telling jokes
• Reading Shakespeare
• Writing
• Watching sunsets
• Climbing trees
• Taking naps
• Being with friends
Mr. Crackle wrote:Nothin' but the best for me.
Dislikes;
• Stalkers
• Loud-mouthed JBDs
• Messiness
• Fire
• Disrespectful JBDs
• Typos
• Violence
• Winter
• Storms
• Unhappiness
• Particle physics
Mr. Crackle wrote:These things give me headaches...ugh.
Quirks/Disadvantages;;
• He has agateophobia - the irrational fear of insanity.
• His favorite animal is the cow.
• He loves classical music.
• He has phasmophobia - the irrational fear of ghosts.
• He has an amazing talent for fireworks.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Well, yes, those are all completely true.
History;;
[NOTE;; Zytanna is completely fictional. I hope that is OK with you ^^']
. C H I L D H O O D .
Mr. Crackle wrote:Well, I hatched on a farm in the southern United Stares of America. It was a long time ago, so I can't really remember exactly where. My parents raised me and taught me how to read at an early age. I started working on the farm at about 4 years old. I picked strawberries and harvested raspberries. When it stormed or when it snowed, I hid in a shed near the woods behind the strawberries. I would cry because the thunder and cold scared me. My mother would then come in and stroke my fur until the storm was over.
When I was seven years old, my parents were killed by poachers. I guess they thought they were deer. Anyway, I was almost asleep when a single gunshot snapped through the thick summer air, shattering the tranquil afternoon. I stood stockstillbefore I ran into the woods behind the shed. I came across their mangled bodies, twisted and grotesque heaps of brown fur. A bullet hole was clear through my father's vest and the bullet was lodged firmly into my mother's belly. Both did not breathe.
I cried for a long time, my face against the blood soaked grass. A short while after, the mysterious family who owned the farm left the farm deserted. I hadn't really known them anyway, so I didn't miss them. I was alone at the barn.
I grew up eating the apples off the apple trees at the edges of the farm. I developed a taste for apples, and to this day, they're my favorite food.
I eventually recovered over the death of my parents by doing abnormal amounts of work, and I guess that's still a habit.
. T E E N Y E A R S .
Mr. Crackle wrote:When I was 13, I decided to run away. You know, go see the big city, feel the vibe, ect. I was young and stupid back then, so I didn't know better than to run away from the only place I had ever known. I wanted to go to Chicago or New York City. I set off with a bag full of apples, a book, a mechanical pencil, and my not so developed wits.
I actually made it to NYC, partially because I caught a train for 3/4s of the way there. My paws ached for days afterward. I was amazed by the neon lights, the busy streets, the noise and hustle. I loved it at first and never wanted to leave. I soon became a little paranoid from the rushing and everything. I headed back home. I got home a long while later. I never wanted to leave home ever again.
I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life as a peaceful homebody. I kept at home, growing ever moodier and cross. I never left the farm, always staying in my shed. When I turned 17, I decided to give the outside world another chance. I found that I liked the big city more than I realized. I enjoyed feeling in the center of things. I met some friends, even met a nice girl named...Zytanna. I shiver when I hear that name now.
I liked Zy from the start, her dark eyes always were so hypnotizing, and her voice, deep and melodious, and her pelt swirled with black and purple and silver. I quickly fell for her, but she just used me to get attention. She was sweet and mysterious on the outside, but cruel and brutal on the inside. I left her, but I still see those eyes when I wake up from nightmares.
. H E R E A N D N O W .
Mr. Crackle wrote:Well, nowadays I tend to stick to home. I only get out when I have to. I always love to make new friends, though. I am single, of course, because I'm slightly afraid that my second love will turn out like the first. I guess that time will tell.
I spend my days half working and the other half eating or relaxing. I live a peaceful, soft existence, hoping that someone will notice me. I spend my days with Kiwaro,
I just hope my parents are proud of me.
<3
Story;;
Mr. Crackle wrote:Fireworks
It was a cool night in July, unusual for the time of year. It was the fourth of July, to be exact. The sky was peppered with stars and a half moon gleamed against the dark night sky. We were in the middle of the field at the farm where I lived.
I padded over to where my friends stood. Kiwaro's bright markings stood out against the dark scenery. Donut's breath spiraled out in front of him, due to the low temperature. Lyra's yellow eyes and purple headphones shone. Kenna was sitting down parallel to Kiwaro, her back turned on him. Her eyes were cold. Density's bow and stockings stood out, pink against dark green. Firework?
Well, you probably wouldn't have been able to miss Firework anyways.
I trotted up to my friends, breathing in the cool night air. "Hey, everyone!" I said cheerfully. "Are you all ready for fireworks?"
Kenna flipped her red scarf. "Who invited him?" She pointed at Kiwaro. Kiwaro mocked being horrified.
"I know, it's a crime." He said. "Call the cops!" I rolled my eyes. Lyra rolled hers as well.
"C'mon, guys, let's get this over with," Lyra said. She tugged at her headphones, looking bored. "I stayed up for this. Let's make it worth my presence."
Density rubbed her head. "G-guys, can we j-just do this? I-i'm not very g-g-good with loud n-noises." She blushed and scooted away. I nodded towards her. "Density's right. Let's hurry up. I'll ready the fireworks."
Donut nodded. "I can't wait to see what awesome fireworks you made this time, C!" I grinned. I did have a talent. "You won't be disappointed." I trotted off.
I made my way to to the back of the field. I opened the doors to my shed. Fireworks greeted my eyes. I grinned and took out a few colorful sparkler ones. I set them down 10 feet away. I continued to sort the fireworks. I eventually got to the finale one. I giant white dragon firework that exploded into a rainbow of colors and sparkles. I smiled and began to trot back. I looked at the faces of my companions. I could see that they were excited. Except for Kenna, who was trying to scoot away from Kiwaro. Other than that, though, they were thrilled. Even Lyra. But something was wrong.
Firework, the loose cannon, was gone.
Suddenly, the faces of my friends changed to a look of pure horror and fear. I whipped around to see Firework, sitting on top of a HUGE pile of fireworks, their fuses lit. He waved, smiling, either oblivious to the danger, or thrilled by the danger.
"FIREWORK!" I screamed. "WHAT are you THINKING?" Firework just smiled and waved. The fireworks went off and there was a deadly silence.
The, ear-shattering booms and blasts of color ripped across the sky. Firework was blasted into the sky, rocketing int he air like a missile, his fur glittering with tiny flames. Density's mouth was open in a scream, but I couldn't hear her at all. I pressed my paws over my ears, like everyone else. I couldn't help but admire the colors and the sparkles from the fireworks.
Firework crashed on top of Kenna, screaming. Kenna yelled at Firework, her face red with embarrassment and anger.
"WHAT is your PROBLEM?" She screamed. "What were you thinking, launching the fireworks?" Density put her paw around Firework. "H-h-h-honestly, Fire! W-w-w-w-what were you th-th-thinking?" Firework laughed.
"That was FUN!"
There was dead silence.
He looked dowm.
We all laughed.
Firework grinned and laughed with us.
Jellybean Dragons (c) Their Owners
Theme Song;;
Silhouette - Owl City
Mr. Crackle wrote:Yeah, this is the sadder side of me, the side that misses my family.
Dementia - Owl City
Mr. Crackle wrote:In my darker more confused moments, this perfectly represents me.
Alligator Sky - Owl City feat. Shawn Crystopher
Mr. Crackle wrote:This is more of my normal theme song. It's so awesome!
Favorite/Most Meaningful Game;;
Journey
Mr. Crackle wrote:I could just imagine myself as the Journey character, forever searching in the sand...
Art;;
Mr. Crackle wrote:Out of chaos, order comes.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Enjoying a good book in the afternoon.
Mr. Crackle wrote:WHAT is that insulting line-less doing here? ;A;
Mr. Crackle wrote:Me and my friends. Good times!
Mr. Crackle wrote:A ray of sunshine in the ol' field, generously donated by Love That Dog!
Mr. Crackle wrote:Oh, ya, let that music flow. Generously donated by Love That Dog!
Mr. Crackle wrote:Oh, um, h-hello? Generously donated by Love That Dog!
Mr. Crackle wrote:Oh, Zytanna...I see her in my nightmares.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Um, socializing with my...friends...
Mr. Crackle wrote:To begin a journey...
Mr. Crackle wrote:Dozing in the grass on a late summer day.
Mr. Crackle wrote:This world is a lonely place of dying...I miss you, Mom and Dad.
Mr. Crackle wrote:Math favts can lead to strange conversations. Generously made *without MD's knowledge* by Love That Dog!
Why I Want Him;;
I can't really explain this feeling.
So, I've been trying out for JBDs because when I look at them, I can see 4 distinct personalities for them. I am trying to get 4 different JBDs with 4 different personalities. Hyper, shy, mysterious and flirty, separately. For this guy, though, I created a whole different personality for him. I have always wanted a natural colored complex JBD and this guy...oh my! I fell in love with his markings, his eyes, his nose ring, his contest, his personality I made for him. I really hope I win him and I would treat him like a king if I did. I would be equally as happy if I got one of the runner-ups as well. I've never gotten a runner-up before, and I would also treat him/her like royalty. I'm pretty obsessed with him; drawing him on everything that I can. I really hope someday I can draw him for my JBD page. <3
This contest is one of the hardest contests I've been in. I'm competing against some of the most amazing artists on CS. Each person deserves this one, and wow, I'm scared. Not to mention I probably won't be here when the winner is announced. Dx My best friend, Love That Dog! dropped out because she wanted to sponsor me (ILY <33), but before, I was deathly scared of competing against her.
Man I love long form contests. They let my creativity flow. I love making complex forms, personalities, stories, ect. So thank you, for making a long-form contest. I also thank you for making a beautiful JBD. I often don't see them this lovely.
So, goodluck for judging, goodluck to everyone int he contest, and may this JBD go to a great owner.
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