Username:Sun Bear
Based On: A Sun Parkeet ( or Sun Conure) I believe :3
Name:"My name's Embargo, nice to meet ya! So I guess you're here to hear my story; and boy do I have a tale to tell! I won't bore you any longer though; here we go"


Gender Female
"Yeah, I'm a girl - did you guess right?"Orientation Straight
Relationship Status Currently single.
"Though i'm hoping this will change in the future! My dream guy would someone who I can go on crazy adventures with and who loves the forest and swinging hough the trees llike I do. So no bookworms, sorry! I also think that they would need to understand and tolerate my personality, as I can be quite stubborn and reckless sometimes!Age17
"Im only a youngun!" Birthday 10th of August
Height and PhysicalityA bit smaller than your average Great-Dane sized bean. Embargo is very slender and not bulky at all, despite how fit she is. She has near-perfect eyesight and good hearing, though most of the time she can hardly smell anything due to unknown reasons. Her fur is thinly distributed, medium-length, soft and often appears shiny when in the light.
VoiceEmbargo's voice is nothing special really; usually it is a medium tone (not too high and not too low), but it has a tendency to crack when she is nervous or in stressful situations. She is a talented singer, though is shy about it and will deny it if you tell her that she has a good voice.
Currently LivingIn South America, specifically in the west-Peruvian part of the Amazon Jungle
Eating HabitsOmnivour, though she has a taken a liken to sweet plants, such as sugar cane and fruits |
"I prefer eating plants over insects any day, but it all depends on whats available really, and I'll take what I can get! "Favourite FoodsCoconut and sugar cane are two definite favourites, but she's not picky as long as its sweet!
Favourite Music"There's something about The Beatles which I really love. It's calming to listen to and there's a song for every mood! I don't mind rocking out to them either, but only in private!"Anthro: Clothes*Though I probably won't use her as anthro very often, having clothes available for her to use would be a wise choice!*
Embargo's style often consists of a solid coloured singlet or crop top, patterned cigarette or loose yoga pants and simple canvas shoes. Her mask and feathers are found in the form of small golden charms attached to a brown plaited bracelet worn around her front right wrist. She has no piercings right now, though this may change in the future. She is not a fan of expensive brands and would much prefer clothes brought from local markets, second hand shops or even hand-me downs in good condition! Embargo is also not a fan of hand bags and prefers to travel light wherever she may go.

*Made with Polyvore*
"It was an unusually wet summer in the year that I was born, almost 17 years ago. Living in the southern-most Brazilian part of the Amazon rainforest pretty guaranteed that our close knit family would almost always be soaked from nose to tail throughout the rainy seasons, yet this particular year proved to be especially difficult. No patch of land remained dry and each day the roots of countless trees gave up their fight against the rain and fell to forest floor in a loud crash only matched by the sound and feel of an earthquake . The rain was constant and so was the heat. Mother considers it her luckiest moment when she managed to find shelter inside an old hollowed log just in the nick of time before I, her second daughter, was hatched.
I was born as 'Ava'. Our family was only one of a couple of scattered bean families living in the forest at the time. You'd think that we'd really only have each other for company. Think again!
Every member of each generation of our family has completed a special rite; at the age of three you are paired with a parrot chick of one of the native species found high up in the canopy of the forest. Coincidentally enough, over time our ancestors began to gain bird like traits; not so much the flying or the pecking or the singing, but more like the plumage. No, no, we didn't grow feathers! But our fur gained an interesting characteristic; to put it simply, we have the patterns and colours of our high flying neighbours. I was fortunate enough to be blessed with the beautiful and lively palette of the Sun Parakeet. My mother resembles a blue-and-white Macaw; my father, a hyacinth macaw and my older sister bears a striking resemblance to the white neck parakeet.
Anyways, enough rambling, back to the parrot chicks. Once the chick has grown a nice coat of downy feathers it is presented to one of us as a companion, accompanied by a feather from each each of the parents; a symbolic bond between the forest inhabitants of the ground and the sky. That's also where my name came from. 'Ava', as in avis, the latin root referring to bird.
On that day 14 years ago I was paired with a small ball of lemon coloured fluff who I came to know as my best friend. He was a real Sun Parakeet, not just a chameleon like me, and was known as Jerome. I'm sure I spent more time with Jerome than I did with my family, yet I do not regret that. Our time together, as I came to realize, was limited."
"Oh, silly me! I guess I can't leave you folks hanging like that! Well, without further ado, let me tell to you The tale of Jerome"
"Jerome and I had rough beginnings. It took us a while to really bond, but in the end we were inseparable.
It was strange though; we were complete polar opposites: Jerome was loud, over-confident and acted like he owned the forest. He was one of the best songbirds and had striking plumage; and boy did he know it. You'd think he was quite the jerk, and he was. But he was a likeable jerk; no matter how many stupid things he did or said, it was impossible to not love Jerome, actually. He possessed a kind of charm which made him both equally intriguing and annoying.
I, on the other hand, was quiet and reserved. You see, I was 'lost' as a child; I didn't know where I fit in, what my role was, what I was known for. Well, I was known for something; being that one weird non-bird creature who always followed Jerome. But I didn't know myself. I guess this was partly my parents' fault.
My older sister was the favored child, no doubt because she was the first born. As I grew I found myself placed second to her needs and wants. I was not exactly a neglected child though; My parents would make time for me, play with me and do anything to make sure I was safe and felt secure. They did care for me and love me, yet it felt like they loved me sinply because I was their child, not because I was their daughter. I knew they would never love me as much as my sister. And I discovered this at a young age, and with this my behavior adjusted accordingly.
By the time I was 8 years old Jerome and I had been together for what I can safely say were the worst 5 years of my life. Before I had Jerome, mother would always tell me stories of how the parrot you were matched with was to be your best friend; the one that you could talk to anything about and do anything with. But it wasn't like that for me. Being so quiet, I needed time to build up a steady friendship with Jerome, but he had other ideas. He was a social butterfly; everyone was his best friend and when he found that I couldn't even mutter a word without stuttering he gave up on me after the first week.
Mother realised our issues and decided to set up bonding sessions for us. But little did she know that Jerome and I's time together pretty much consisted of Jerome and a bunch of his parrot friends talking and me sitting a couple of metres back listening in and waiting for our forced 'bonding' time to be over. It sucked.
At the age of 11 I had a sort of mid-life crisis. An epiphany of sorts. An intervention, if you must.
I simply woke up one day and realised that life would continue sucking if I didn't make an effort to befriend Jerome. I freaked out. I hadn't had a real conversation to Jerome in almost 8 years, not counting the times we pretended to be friends to satisfy the wishes of our parents.
It was the end of the annual rainy season. The weather had gone from monsoon force rains to an infrequent light drizzle. On that fateful morning I scaled the trunk of the great Rosewood tree where Jerome's family nested and crept to his perch. He was there, simply preening himself. He almost fell off the perch when he saw me. "What are you doing Eva?!" He hissed as he regained balance. "Its Ava, actually. And I'm here to talk" I stated. He stifled a laugh. "Pssh! You? Talk? Thats a good one. I though we were over this pretending to be friends thing?" He began preening again. I snorted and stepped forward. "H-hey! What are you doing? This branch won't hold a fattie like you!". I smiled slyly and stepped forward again. The branch creaked precariously. "Move back, you're gonna break it!" He screeched. He actually sounded nervous. "Come on, if it falls, you can just fly away and I'll fall to the ground" I snorted. He didn't respond and a nervous glint appeared in his eyes. "Oh my gosh, you can't fly!" I gasped in realisation, "This is classic! Wait until I tell-". "Tell and I'll-I'll". He sighed in defeat. "Just please don't. I hurt my wing a while ago. I didn't tell anyone and it's still not better". I nodded slowly and stepped forward to take a closer look. Bad move. The branch whined and we froze. For the first time in 5 years our eyes locked and our expressions mirrored each other. "Ava, move back, real slow" Jerome whispered without breaking eye contact. I lifted a paw and the branch whined again. I placed it slowly about an inch back on the log, and the branch remained silent. We smiled in success as I placed my paw firmly on the wood. Suddenly an ear splitting crack filled our ear and we fell as the branch disappeared from beneath us. I managed to grab a branch lower down and Jerome had my tail in his beak. "What now?" he mumbled and I laughed. This day was off to a great start. I tried to pull us up, but the thin branch whined in protest before snapping and sending us hurdling to the ground. I grabbed Jerome, who was furiously flapping his one working wing, and stuffed him in my pouch. I curled my tail around myself and prepared to hit the ground. But I never did. "And what are you kids doing?" Father was smiling as he held me in his tail. "Eww, this is disgusting, get me out of here!" I rolled my eyes and pulled Jerome out of my pouch as father set me back on the ground. "Oh man up, you wuss. Would you rather have two broken wings?". He muttered an apology as father chuckled and walked away. "Well, Ava, I owe you one. But that was so cool how you got up our tree in the first place! I mean, its practically straight up with nothing to hold on to!". I smiled. "Its nothing really, here, I'll show you".
That day was one of two key turning point days in my life. I became a mode of transport for Jerome as his wing healed. He insisted that he didn't need anyone to help him. I admired his independence, and as we spent more time together we grew into the best friends that I had hoped we would.
Fast forward 4 years: It was a beautiful clear day. It was mocking us in a way, considering what was in store for us in the very near future. We were chatting in the lower branches of a young coconut palm. "I prefer banana's over coconut" Jerome stated. "Yeah, you only remind me every three seconds" as replied as I rolled my eyes and scraped the white flesh out of the nut with a claw. "I'm just saying, banana's are easier to attain and eat! It's so much effort to have to crack the nu-" I slapped my tail over his beak. "Shutup for a sec. Do you hear that?" I focused into the distance to the sound of muffled voices and crunching leaves. "Come on" I whispered and leapt off the palm and darted into the forest. I turned but Jerome was no where to be found. I peered out from the bush and saw a sight which will forever be burned into my memories. A man, a human man, had Jerome in his hand and was trying to stuff him into a small cage. I growled and prepared to pounce, but I felt a weight on my back. I peered up and saw father. His eyes said everything. Jerome was lost. I struggled but his weight was too great. I watched my best friend be taken away. I finally wriggled free and ran. I ran through the forest, following the scent trail for hours. Eventually I came to a clearing. On the dirt were a couple of rainbow feathers. Mostly small fluffy ones which floated with the light breeze, yet a couple of larger ones remained unmoving on the ground. I collapsed and stared at them. Jerome was gone, and his was all I had left of him. And there was nothing I could do about it.
Jerome had bought out the best in me. I was completely different with him; I was outgoing and confident. I didn't know if I would cope now. But by losing Jerome I had found myself. It was that point that I knew what I wanted to do, who I was." [/quote]
"So Jerome had been taken. I never saw him again, but something changed inside of me that day."


"I didn't see the human man again, not for many weeks. But I knew he was here in the forest. When I did see him though, I was ready. I was going to confront him, scare him into leaving the forest and never returning.
It was dusk; quite a beautiful time of day, where the sky turns pink and flocks of bright parrots fly though the sky looking for a place to settle down and stay the night. But not me. I lowered onto my stomach and his behind the thick vegetation. The man was coming this way. When he was close enough I jumped out. I growled and stood up on my hind legs. He ran, but the next night he was back. And the next. And the next. I scared him, but not enough.
I formed a new plan. I had heard from the parrots that humans aren't scared of animals, at least not enough to make them never want to return to where they saw them. They are scared of the unusual, the paranormal. The parrots told me of legends of masked human warriors scaring off intruders. I decided to test it out for myself.
I forged a mask out of whatever fallen logs could find. The rotting wood had turned grey with age and had a couple of holes, but it added a nice effect. I coated it in sap to stop it from rotting any further and pulled out some of the feathers I had collected on the night of Jerome's disappearance out of my pouch. They were crinkled but it was no matter. I stuck them to the top of the mask. Jerome's parents, who had watched me make the make with much interest, fluttered down from the trees. The placed a small piece of string on the ground next to the mask. On closer inspection I saw that it held a couple of small beads. "We found this at the place where you last saw Jerome. I guess the human dropped it. Maybe you can use it on that". They motioned to the mask. I picked it up and poked through one of the sap covered holes with a claw. Jerome's mother tied it on. It looked pretty good, even if I do say so myself. It was ready.
That night I resumed my usual stakeout position. The human man and his friends returned. I slowly stepped out onto their path, their torch glaring directly at me. They screamed and I shut my eyes due to the light, yet they screamed more. They dropped the torch and ran away into the night. It had worked! The following night I returned to the same spot and waited, yet I never saw the men again."

"I felt like I had done something to, in a way, avenge Jerome. I know I couldn't bring him back, but I could stop this from happening to others."

"I adopted the mask as permanent attire. I soon moved further east out of Brazil and into Peru. I had not spoken to my family ever since Jerome had been taken and I figured they wouldn't even know I was missing. I decided to disappear without trace. It was difficult to say goodbye the place I had grown up in, yet I knew it was for the best. As they say, change is as a good as a holiday.
With the move, I sought to change myself. The mask was the catalyst of change and I felt that a new name would be appropriate. I was not Ava anymore. But who was I?
I searched for and talked to many forest inhabitants, but it was a friendly toucan who advised me on the perfect name. I settled with 'Embargo'. I felt it fitting, as Embargo refers to prohibition. I had taken it upon myself to stop the hunters from taking birds. I was the only form of prohibition these hunters faced in the forest, and I worked. I officially took the name Embargo, and I haven't looked back!"These days, Embargo travels the forest, helping those in need in memory of Jerome. She prefers her solitary and nomadic lifestyle, but hopes to one day find a mate to travel the world with.
As for her mask, she only wears it during her rescue escapades, similar to situations like Jerome's. It is very precious to her and as much as she loves it, she wouldn't want it to be worn out or damaged for no reason. She feels as if when she wears her mask she is a different bean - she is courageous as she can achieve anything.

*By Silent Night*
"I can't believe you let me ramble all of this off to you when you don't even know me! Well, friend, buckle up because it's time for a get-to-know-you, and I'll try to keep it brief!"Likes:- The forest
"Yes, the obvious answer"- Light Rain
- All creatures
"Except for maybe mosquitoes...and beetles..."- Night
"I prefer night over day; so much more is happening during the night, if you can be lucky enough to witness it that is!"- Foraging for food and exploring new places
- Strong winds
"Theres nothing like the feel of wind in your fur! Oh, not that you guys would know though!"Dislikes:- Illegal Hunters
"Another obvious answer I suppose"- Humidity and hot environments
- Flying insects
"Beetles probably scare me more than anything!"- Loud places and noise
- Overly affectionate actions
"No sloppy kisses for me thanks!"- Leaves getting stuck in her claws
"Don't even get me started on this!"On the outside:- Embargo is very outgoing and is always up for an adventure. She is never afraid to say no to anything!
"Truth or dare? Dare! Always dare! I'm up for anything!"- Physically she is very agile and confident in her actions. She can often be seen running through the thick amazon forest or scaling wire-thin branches with ease, even if sometimes she does end up on the ground when the branch breaks!
- Personality wise, Embargo can be shy when meeting new friends. Once she has warmed up to you though she is a friendly and loyal bean who is always happy to help.
- Embargo sticks to what she believes in until the end.
"You could say I can be a bit stubborn at times; even when I know I'm wrong I won't let you win!"- Sees wonder in everything
"Everything is just...amazing!"- Embargo's most outstanding trait is how she is optimistic and opportunistic. She is able to see the bright side of any situation, good or bad, and easily gets over disappointment and sees failure as a way to learn. Embargo will always take an opportunity if it arises.
On the inside:- However, Embargo's opportunistic nature means she often acts irrationally
"Apparently I should think before I act - I think not! I can think later, I gotta act now!"- She will never back down from a fight
"I'm definitely not the peacemaker, though sometimes I wish I was"- This being said though, Embargo will only resort to physical actions as a last resort.
"I'd prefer to stand here and look tough than actually try and prove it to you!"- She does not like to express emotions such as sadness, disappointment or fear freely.
"I'm not the type who freely expresses emotions; If something is bothering me I tend to bottle it up and release it slowly. I might tell a couple of friends in private if I feel it will help, but not everyone needs to know. That's part of why I wear my mask - so I can hide my fear"- Embargo doesn't get angry often, but when she's had a particularly bad day she gets frustrated easily.
"If something pisses me off I will take it out on anyone and everything within shouting range...not one of my best traits I must admit"- She is self sufficient and independent. She will very rarely ask for help from others and will always try and find a solution herself. But she will ask if she knows she needs it, she isn't
that stubborn!
"I like doing things myself - I always say If you want something done do it yourself!"- She is very accepting of all cultures, races, religions and backgrounds and is almost never quick to judge. That being said though, she is only mortal and can occasionally be very judgmental if you do something that she doesn't' agree with. Luckily for her, in times like this she respects the feelings of others and will hold her tongue...
"Most of the time..."Hopes/Dreams/Aspirations"The future? Well, I want to make a difference in the world - when I go I want to go with a BANG and make sure I am remembered! For what i'd be remembered for - well I hope it's something good and courageous. Something that younger beans in years to come will know about and strive to achieve. But for now Ill just take what life throws at me and hope that I don't get into too much trouble!
I would eventually like to find a mate and travel the world. I would love to visit as many forests as I can - particularly in Indonesia, Australia, Canada, Alaska and maybe even in Asia and Russia for starters!" "
One of my favourite past times is observing the world around me. If I just stop, watch and listen before long the whole world comes alive right under my nose! Its crazy to think that can we miss so much!"


Stunning headshot by Silent Night

Embargo trotting without crappy background XD

Lines by sweetie-bess, coloured by me
*Editable Link*Rough sketches by me which I unfortunately did not get time to fully finish :|
*I will finish for the winner though*

Hanging Around

Was supposed to be the left hand border of the "Tale of Jerome" Section, above

Beetles... *shudder*

Lil' headshot thingo

An initial sketch, when I was planning to have Embargo look after Jerome's egg or something like that

Jumping over a log. Don't even ask about the head... or the anatomy

Mask-eyes close up.

Jerome Drawing, to be included in "The Tale of Jerome" section, above

Birds to represent Embargo's family, to be included in the "Early Life" section