[Berkshire]

What is a Jellybean Dragon?

A Jellybean Dragon is a fluffy, friendly dragon that hatches from a jellybean-like egg. Their diet consists of fruits and insects, but they also love sweets and desserts. Their fur is soft and long, usually brightly colored, neat, and shiny. Jellybean Dragons are mostly gentle and happy, and love attention. Most are Great Dane-sized when they are fully grown, but some of them can grow as big as a cow. All Jellybean Dragons have pouches on their bellies, which they use to carry around food or younger JBDs.

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Gah, sorry for the messyness, my tablet is broken so i had to finish up this old design concept with my touchpad.

ok winner yay.
This was harder than I thought.

With the help of a the fanclub, we ended up choosing
Dante, By Sun Bear
Though I was really hoping for just one scar, and not a whole mess of scars, the quality of your form and story won out in the end. It wasn't quite what I was looking for, but you won us over.

I don't want to make any runners up for this one, so honorable mentions for Deadly nightshade and The Tide Keeper

[yenneii]

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Resssss

[.siren]

Name:
Bittersweet
Gender:
Female
9 personality words:
Insecure
Quiet
Spontaneous
Empathetic
Optimistic
Dysfunctional
Slightly Condescending
Flirty
Intelligent


Scar:
The scar is red, however this isn't blood.
I have made the scar red so it's easier to see. It's actually a pale pink color.
Her scar is actually a birthmark; yet it has a meaning to it.
Art:
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Since it was a birthmark, I just did some random sketches x3
Story:
Do you know what the definition to the word 'birthmark? Well it means 'unusual and typically permanent brown or red mark on someone's body from birth.' You may ask, why is she telling us information? Isn't this supposed to be a story? Well in truth, it's part of my story.

Bittersweet stood there cleaning off the counter of her sushi house; her eyes concentrating on the task at hand. She heard whispering and caught a few of her customers looking at her birthmark. After a few dirty looks she went into the back and slid down the wall. he held her wrist and started crying, "Mom... Help.." She whispered...
"Mommy, what's this on my wrist?" A baby asked, her eyes bright and wide. The mother smiled snuggling her closer with her long tail. "That my darling is your birthmark, look I have one to." The mother nuzzled her daughter lovingly. "No matter what happens; these marks will tie us together. I'll never leave your side my little girl. I promise." She whispered nuzzling her...
Looking at her birthmark, her head rested on her knee. What did her birthmark mean? As a child she understood that having it meant her mom would always be with her. Yet why wasn't she here still? Why did she have a birthmark that looked like a scar? Thoughts rolled across her mind. She needed to figure out what her scar means..

[hiyorin]

Name: Ciel
Gender:
9 personality words:
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[Olijter]

he/she is so beautiful <3 I'm not going to try out though, I wish everyone who is good luck!

[Airplane]

Hi Berkshire, I'm Airplane! I'm currently the owner of one beautiful JBD named Geneva.
Recently, I've been back into the Jelly Bean Dragon adopts and trying to get my second JBD. <3

His birth name is Tobias. However, his job and hobby has given him the nickname Tornado.
Everyone calls him that. Most people don't even know his real name is Tobias, so it's best to fit in with the crowd and call him Tornado.
If for some crazy reason I win him, I would like his registered name to be Tornado.


Male. Tornado es un chico.


Devoted, Observant, Versatile, Communicative, Musical, Impulsive, Self-Conscious, Kind.


Tornado has a small scar on the left/top of his snout, a small one below his mouth, as well as a larger scar on the left/top of his neck.




A meteorologist, a storm chaser, a cameraman. You've probably seen me on 'Sevenport Area News", giving weather updates every ten minutes. However, what most beans don't know about is my part-time occupation as the cameraman for the 'Sevenport storm chasers'.Yes, those Sevenport storm chasers. The ones that Sport Afilann led into an F4 tornado. The ones that saved sixteen other Jelly Bean Dragons that were in a tour bus from certain death. Yes, those Sevenport storm chasers.

It was pretty dreary when that happened, and the weather outlook didn't look good. Heck, I should know, I gave the weather reports that day. I was on my lunch break when Sport Afilann, the lead storm chaser and doppler radar monitor, came up to the group of us and said that after months waiting for the perfect storm, it was time to man the 'Sport-o-mobile'. With that, the five of us crammed ourselves into the Jeep- Sport to speak on camera, Olivan in charge of the boom mic, Ember to drive the vehical, Trina on lookout, and I to record the entire thing on live television. We sped up route 2, beyond Sevenport city limits.
"There's a strong supercell thunderstorm north of here. Capable of producing a pretty strong Tornado, Sport." Trina said after looking at our portable weather radar.
"Why else do you think I'm headin' up here?" Sport said, chuckling. Suddenly, a bright orange dot appeared on the radar as I glanced over Trina's shoulder. Trina gulped, looking at the back of Sport's head, then looking back at me.
"We have a F4 tornado touch-down five miles north!" I said, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
You could see the twisting funnel of dirt and air ripping apart the earth... and... a bus?
"Is that a tour bus?" Sport asked, squinting at the horizon.
"Holy smokes... it is..." Sport answered his own question then sped forward, towards the crippled bus.
He stopped the jeep about fifty feet away. I prepared the camera, ready to roll, but Sport stopped me.
"Okay. I need everyone to run to the bus and get all of the passengers out of it and into that ditch." His voice was low and serious. "This is a life or death situation." he turned around and looked at all of us.
"Sport, are you-"
"Get them out of the bus!" Sport cut off Trina and jumped out of the front passenger seat. We all followed him.
The wind was insane. We ran towards the large bus, the Tornado racing closer. The bus was stopped, and the driver was looking out the door. Sport, Ember, and I ran on while Trina and Olivan watched the oncoming storm.
"I need everyone out of the bus!" Sport yelled over the howling wind. Adult Jelly Bean Dragons held their little ones close, looks of concern across their faces.
"That tornado will pick up the bus and throw it. Everyone must lie in the indention on the side of the road with their arms covering their heads, now! Hurry!" Everyone ran for the four bus exits, while the storm chasers made sure everyone was in position. Sport and Ember ran out of the bus while I helped the last passenger off. I could feel the dirt flying at me now. The terrifying mass of wind was just over head. The last passenger was off and in protecting himself with the others. Just as I was about to sprint to save myself, I noticed a little girl bean- she couldn't be more than five years old- looking up. She sat still, her eyes huge and her mouth open as she watched the Tornado race towards her. She was panic-stricken, tears on the edge of her eyes. Then I did the thing that would give me my scars. I held her close, protecting her with my arms and upper body. I shut my eyes. The tornado, only feet from us.

I woke up in the hospital. My neck and muzzle were covered in thick bandages. My first thought:
"Is the girl okay?"
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[slasher // twig]

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;u; reserveeeee

[Koryu]

♔ ♕ ♖ g e n d e r; ♚ ♛ ♜

Male

♔ ♕ ♖ p e r s o n a l i t y; ♚ ♛ ♜

Confined, quiet, alone,
violent, clean, dark,
'He means business.'

♔ ♕ ♖ s c a r; ♚ ♛ ♜

♔ ♕ ♖ a r t; ♚ ♛ ♜

Poem

It falls around us,
Light as snow.
Proving you know,
itll never go.
The darkness surrounds'
like a big black cloud...
Dont let the pain,
devour your brain.

Conversing with a different "self"

"Do you feel it...?"
No. How could I. My ears... They bleed...
"Oh dont cry, darling...Nothing will harm you..."
Liar... You dont understand... LIAR

Lyrics by Broken Iris
Colorful Mind

Picture perfect,
Mutilation.
Bright to black,
With no hesitation.
All the right shades,
On the wrong page.
Make up this colorful mind,
This colorful mind,
Of mine.

♔ ♕ ♖ s t o r y; ♚ ♛ ♜

I know i know... Nobody likes the stereotypical story. Nobody like a sob story...
But oh well. Its just how he is...
As a child he had fun. He had no siblings, and loving parents...
He always had fun playing in rivers... But it all happened so fast.
Schizophrenia? Thats an understatement. In fact, the voices were physical.
They made him feel pain. They control him... And yet, they console him.
In the night, he snuck from his parents... Afraid of how they would treat his new friends.
One of them was named Darius. He was a negative person... Then there was Arabella.
She made him comfortable, soothing him all the time... Lastly... Adonis.
He was the worst. He was ultimately lust, and sweetness, making Rittle crave the bittersweet sins, un-allowed to his kind.

To sum it up, they took over his mind... His scar, coming from Darius himself... Remember?
I said that they were "physical..." Maybe when hes alone at night, he isn't just talking to a voice in his head...
Hm..?

[Tricksters]

Name:

Roodbruine Paard
Gender:
Male
9 personality words:
Mawkish
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Malicious
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Unhealthy
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Transparent
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Thievish
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Sordid
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Repressed
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Prim
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Aloof
Scar:

'All the memories will flood into my mind, all the battles, all the victory's, the losses.'

A large, in almost a perfect crescent moon shape, scar on his right for-arm
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A long, disturbingly long, scar down his left side
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A small cut like scar on his right eye, causing him to lose vision. It is just on his eye, in no surrounding area
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One small scar on his bottom lip
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Wip~

[honee bee]

Dropping out. Sorry! :C