[Pyandsi]

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Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ.
ɪ ғɪʀsᴛ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴇᴀɴ ʏᴇsᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ, Fᴇʙʀᴜᴀʀʏ 27ᴛʜ, 2014.
I ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ
ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ғɪᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
ᴀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ.

Hɪ! Mʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Nᴜʀᴡʜᴀʟ.
I ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴʏ JBD's, ʙᴜᴛ I ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ
ᴛᴏ ᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ. Tʜɪs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏʏ sᴇᴇᴍs
Lɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴛᴏᴏ. ᴜ ᴠ ᴜ

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Cʀᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴠɪᴇᴡ. Hᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ɪɴ ᴡᴀʏs ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇ's ᴍᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs. Hᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏʏ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ. Hᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ, ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs. Tᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ. Tᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ. Yᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ, Cʀᴇᴇᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs, ʜᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ. Hᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ. Hᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs Cʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀsᴛᴀs, Lɪᴋᴇ Sʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ғᴏʀ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ. Hɪs ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ɪs Jᴇғғ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. Hᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ! Aʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇssᴇs ᴜᴘ ᴀs Jᴇғғ... Iᴛ's sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ. Hᴇ's ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏʙsᴇssᴇᴅ!! I ᴍᴇᴀɴ..Hɪᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏʙsᴇssᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ? Hᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ғᴀɴ ɢɪʀʟ...ᴇʀʀ..ʙᴏʏ, I ɢᴜᴇss.
Cʀᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴀs ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ sᴛʏʟᴇ. Hᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ɢʀᴀғғɪᴛɪ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ғɪᴛs ɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs sᴛʏʟᴇ. Hᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛᴀɴᴋ-ᴛᴏᴘs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sᴡᴇᴀᴛsʜɪʀᴛ ɪs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜɪs ᴛʜɪɴɢ. Hᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴊᴇᴀɴs, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ʟᴏᴏsᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ. Jᴜsᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ. Hᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ғᴏᴏᴅs, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ғᴀᴛ.. sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ.. Hᴇ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇʟᴏɴ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀᴍᴇʟᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴᴛᴀʟᴏᴜᴘᴇ. Hᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ sᴄᴏᴏᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴅs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.. Iᴛ's ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs..ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ Cʀᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇs ɪᴛ.
Cʀᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ɢᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs, ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴏɴɢs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. Hᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. Hᴇ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴀʏs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs ᴏɴ ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. Mᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs "ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴅᴇ", ᴜɴʟᴇss ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴜɴʟᴇss ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʟʟ.
Aɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ ɪs, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs. ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ.. Iᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪsᴛɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ sᴄᴀʀʏ. Wʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴋᴇs ᴜᴘ, ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇs ᴀs ɪғ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ-

"I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ!"

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Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ
"I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ.
I'ʟʟ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ,
ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴡᴇ
ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ."

Ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ Ｍｏｖｉｅ
"Aɴʏ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏᴏᴅ
ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ sᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇ."

Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ:
Bɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ

Ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ Ａｎｉｍａｌ:
Dᴇғɪɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ Tᴜxᴇᴅᴏ ᴄᴀᴛs.

Ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ
"I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ; Bʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ."

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The one I used to be

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Let's go back a while. When I was in elementary school, I wasn't very friendly. I kept to myself, and I didn't let anyone into my little world. My world was for me, and only me. No one wanted in, and even if they did I would still resist them. No matter how much they tore at me, I wouldn't give in. I wouldn't let them hurt me any more than I already was. They talked to me like they were everything, and I was nothing. They made fun of me for stupid little things... Even now I don't understand them. I mean, why does anyone bully anyone else.. I think it's because they need to make themselves feel better. They themselves were probably bullied once, and they need to let out the hurt and the sadness they felt when they were bullied.
It was that one stupid day when it happened, when it all went wrong.
"Hey, get off that wall and do something other than draw those horrid drawings. I don't see why you even try. You suck at sketching!"
I lowered my head a bit more, looking at my pencil as my hand shook a bit. I've always had a small problem with my hands shaking. I guess I just need a bit more practice..
"C'mon, Answer us! I don't understand you.. You're too much of a wimp to even stand up for yourself. How pathetic!"
They stood there, almost yelling at me. It was just after lunch, Like always I was sitting on the brick wall just outside the cafeteria with my sketchbook and my favorite mechanical pencil. The pencil was my favorite one I had ever owned; My mother had given it to me when I was small... Before the accident.
"Please go away.."
I mumbled, I was shy. I couldn't stand up to them... not now, and probably not ever. It was then that I made the mistake of shutting my sketchbook, and standing up, pushing myself off the ground and brushing myself off.
"Hey, we never said you could stand up, little boy."
They say, even though I am quite bigger than them. I stand there, and I take all of their rude, mean comments. Finally, the 'leader' snatches the pencil out of my hand. He broke it in half. Suddenly, my mind went cloudy. I lost control of myself. I don't know what happened! I can barely remember. All I do remember is the loud smacking sound and him falling to the ground. I remember him beginning to cry, and his friends ran off. I stood there, staring at my clenched fist. I felt a something rush through me. Like electricity, it flowed through my body. For some strange reason, I smiled before the teachers came running to his aid. After that, everything went wrong. Fight after fight, win after win. Finally I got expelled, and I moved away, to here.
Now a days, I control my anger. I don't let it overflow like it did before. You see, I am now an adult. And what kind of adult fights, like a child? I still have some aher problems, but I've learned to let everything go, and just be free and be myself. Over time we learn, and we mature.

But I just remember... deep inside, I'm only a lovely little creep.

{WIP}

[toady]

Username;
Name;Cheryl
Gender; female.
Personality;
Art; crab tress

[rottenmutt]

Name; Delphine.
Nickname; None.
Gender; Female.
Voice; Very sweet and innocent.
Age; Nineteen in human years.

Height; 3'5 ft.
Weight; 126.7 lbs.
Zodiac; Taurus.
Birthstone; Emerald.
Birthday; May 12th, 1997.
sexuality; Straight.

[kibbleeCat]

#919191- light grey base
#2c2c2c- Dark grey markings
#1e1e1e- Darker Grey nails
# ffffff- White markings

And the eyes are around #5f1b06

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{ name } • Ophelia Kait

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{ gender } • Female

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[DerbyGirl]

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♥ιɴтrodυcтιoɴ♥

Hi! I am DerbyGirl, but you can call me Derby. I've been watching the JBD
species for a long time,
waiting for the right one to come along...and this is it. I love appaloosas and the
majority of my characters are appaloosas.
They all receive love, roleplaying, art, and whatever else they deserve.
And so would this sweetheart. My appaloosa obsession is great, and the love
for this gorgeous JBD greater. Anyways, on to the form!

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♥тнe вαѕιcѕ♥
ɴαмe;
Hi, I'm Fleck!
ɢeɴder;
A lovely country female, I so happen to be.
αɢe;
22, and happy to be my age!
SєxυαƖιту;
I am bisexual. Gender doesn't bother me, I'll just know when he or she is the right bean for me. Not that I get off the farm much to even meet the right bean...
Lιкєѕ;
-I enjoy peaceful days, where nothing crazy happens and it's just the usual.
-I love hanging out with other beans when I can, but the farm keeps me rather tied down.
-Favorite foods? I love carrots, spagetti, and beef stew. Random, I know!
-My hobbies include collecting postage stamps and letter writing. I like sending stuff and getting stuff. Always a great way to send a smile.
-I love watching movies with my parents. Romantic comedies are always funny, and martial art films are cool to watch.
-I love putting together 1000 piece puzzles. The challenges they present really make me think.
-I enjoy hard work. I think I'd go crazy without it!
Dιѕlιĸeѕ;
-I can't stand having to look neat.
-I hate cabbage, olives, tofu, and salmon.
-A job not done right should not be done at all is what I say.
-Bright, flashy things like neon lights are really annoying.
-Conceited beans who think they are better than anyone around them.
perѕoɴαlιтy;
Like all jelly bean dragons, I am unique and special in my own ways.
-I am usually quite peppy. My energy can be hard to burn out at times! It is a great thing to be capable of with my job; shoveling old horse bedding, carrying feed bags, and working with lively horses all needs whatever activeness I can muster.
-I also am of course active, being a bean on the farm always has me moving. Chasing horses if they escape? No problem, I love to run! Plus a fit and active bean is a healthy bean.
-I can be childish...not in a bad sort of way. Just that I tend to be a bit more playful than your average adult. I don't have a problem getting on my haunches and playing dolls, cars, or whatever else kids visiting the farm bring my way. I love playing with the foals too, simple games like catch and hide-n-seek still captivate me and keep me entertained.
-I can be selfish at times. Being an only child growing up didn't help me with this, I can be very possessive over my belongings. Even over things like chores or my favorite riding horse. I don't like people getting too close to them or trying to take them over. What's mine is mine.
-I am gentle. Although I love to play and keep busy, my actions are always active rather than the rough and tumble you would think I would be. I don't want to hurt anyone from my actions if I can help it!
нιѕтory;
22 years ago, a very delighted mother gave birth to me. I was born on a horse farm, where my mom and dad were both farmhands. We lived on the farm as tenants, and as I got older my parents let me help out with the chores. Feeding, grooming, and occasionally riding the horses when my parents had time to take me. Of course my interactions with the animals were limited-since the animals weren't ours, the owners didn't want to be responsible if I got hurt. But I did what I could and enjoyed every minute of it!

Most of my free time was spent in the field with the appaloosa herd. It was most fun, I could blend in and hide from chores for hours! My spotted grey coat and long mane could easily be mistaken for the owner's little grey appaloosa pony if one didn't know what to look for. The foals became my playmates-we'd have races, spar, and play tag. My boundless young energy could match theirs, even though I always lost the races.

Growing up amongst horses is a good thing, you grow up learning an occupation. When I was 13, the farm owners started paying me to do bigger chores, such as exercizing the horses and tacking them up for riding. And that's what I still do today! It's great to work alongside my parents as they get older along with my animal friends I've made over the years. The foals I played with are now adults like me, working for their owners. But on a warm, clear evening you can find me outside in the field running alongside my companions or laying in the grass waiting for the stars to come out.

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Reserve<333

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i am confliceted to as if I want to enter or not, but i may enter.
So I am reserving this spot with the name Wild Card, please don't steal.

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@,@ Pure beauty right here.