[wickedbvnes]

Username(s): Vintage.
Parent JBD(s): deciding
Owner(s) of Parent(s): idk
Why do you want to adopt him/her?;

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Username(s):
IBiteBack
Parent JBD(s):
Paloma and Sherbert
Owner(s) of Parent(s):
Austriagirl and Hopeful.

Why do you want to adopt him/her?:

Why do I want this Bean?
Hmm....it's actually harder to explain than I thought it would be; you see, I
have always been a fan of JBDs but I am incredibly picky. I am interested only
in male JBDs to adopt (due to discomfort over a few personal things) but I
typically do not go for anything to do with pink, so this was a first! I suppose
maybe it was the allure of his story? The sweet but saddening letter he carried
in his maw, the positive colors, the spirit of the upcoming holiday? Maybe even
the excitement that is getting to discover who this Bean truly is piece by piece
until the puzzle is solved! All I know is that I want to be able to lovingly and not
murderously drown this Bean in art and attention.

Nickname(s):
Mal
While less popular to Malak himself, Mal is an easy abbreviation of his
given name and he can understand how it would be better if someone
wanted to at least address him by something close to his first name, so
he does allow and respond to Mal. This nickname is strongly discouraged
if one is close enough to him to use Cupid or Cuddles, or even if they learn
how to properly pronounce his name. Mal just doesn't have a pretty ring to
it in this pretty little baby's opinion, so he hopes that one day everyone
knows how the proper way to say his name so he doesn't have to endure
being called the three letter nickname.

Mala
To Malak, he doesn't see Mala as anything more than a mispronunciation
of the Lion King character's, Nala's, name but he will respond to it all the
same because he does understand that people do not always know how
to pronounce his birthname and so a nickname such as Mal or Mala is
appropriate and at least better than "boy" or even the lowly "pink thing".
Mala, alongside Mal, is used by those who are not close to him or those that
have a very hard time grasping how to say his name, and is preferably only a
temporary title until the person can say his name or use a more welcomed
nickname when addressing him.

Puffball
Ah, Puffball! After cuddling up to each and every family member one night
after the other, this nickname has a rather amusing origin! When getting
settled against the larger bodies of his family members, Malak curls into a
very tight ball usually up against the chest of the family member or their
stomach, turning into a very soft and fluffy looking ball that wraps his tail
around the back leg of whoever he is with so if they try to get up for any reason
it will wake him up and he may try to come with them to make sure they aren't
leaving and not returning again. This nickname is most commonly used among
the direct family but may bleed down into friends.

Cupid
Cupid is a nickname earned from the adorable pink appearance, and his
discovery being so near to Valentine's Day, but alongside the basic grasp
of his appearance Malak enjoys playing matchmaker for the older Beans -
and even sometimes the younger Beans that act more mature than he does.
There's never any arrows involved with his matchmaking, but he does happen
to forge a few love letters every now and then in dire situations of a struggle
between shyness and how awkward someone is. This nickname is more likely
to be used with younger Beans, in his age group continuing up to the teenage
Beans, but less likely to be used by adults.

Cuddles
A nickname referring to a seemingly dire need for close contact and affection
at night, the sweet title of "Cuddles" is earned every time the sun "goes to sleep"
and the moon "wakes up" because whether it is with one parent or the other, he
tends to crawl up against the form of whoever is within his family for the evening
and will refuse to move until the next morning when everyone wakes up for
breakfast. There is some speculation, but it is a theory that he was abandoned
during the night and must have woken up alone. As for the use of this nickname,
it is more likely for those within his direct family to address him as Cuddles.

Name:
Malak
Meaning:
Malak is Arabic for "angel".
Pronunciation:
"Mahl" "achk"

Gender:
Male
Accepted Pronouns:
He, him, himself, his
Birthday:
February 1st
Zodiac Sign:
♒ Aquarius
Chinese Zodiac:
Horse

Art by Crazyclaw+

Personality:

• Shy
  Despite being an incredibly cheerful, seemingly friendly boy in the presence of those he's comfortable with, Malachi actually struggles to approach those that don't have an air about them that tells him they need someone to brighten his day. He gets very nervous, and shy, and his face floods with heat beneath his adorable pink fur. Due to having been rejected by many excited, happy young Beans around his age whenever he attempted to join in on their games, nor did a majority of them seem to really have patience because none of them every made a full effort in to stay still while he tried his best to scribble down a painfully messy letter in an effort to communicate. Since it seems that the Beans of his age group don't care for what he has to say, he tends to linger more around older Beans and prefers their company over that of others. With his company leaning more towards those that are older than him, Malak has developed a more mature way of thinking when it comes to problem solving or a debate (in which he, of course, writes to communicate) but he seems to retain his childish nature most of the time.
  
  
• Silent
  As mentioned both above and below, Malak is a child that does not speak, which is the fancy way of saying that this adorable pink Bean is mute. He does not have any voice to offer, as sad as that is, and though he wants to be able to tell his family how much he loves them and speak sweet words that might make a bad day into an okay or good one, he cannot. Since he cannot use his voice, Malak uses his penmanship, and is actually has pretty nice handwriting for his age. He writes in the occasional, common print (as shown above in the letter he presented to his father) but strongly prefers using calligraphy, though where he learned to write in such a beautiful manner has yet to be discovered and the little pink Bean seems to get shy and retreat behind some invisible wall whenever the question of how he learned to write so beautifully and who taught him comes up.
  
  
• Clingy
  Now that he has a family, Malak doesn't want to let go of them - of any of them, no matter how they act around them. He will definitely be pressed against whoever he's with, and his tail will coil around their leg or their tail, whatever he can wrap it around. The little baby Bean doesn't like being separated from his family unless he knows where they are continuously, and usually the distraction of playing with his friends keeps him occupied and away from the worries that start within his belly. When in the presence of those that he isn't familiar with, the first thing he will attempt to do is crawl into one of his parent's pouches and hide there to watch the new people warily until he thinks he might understand their basic personality (basic as in their social behavior among others in a group of more than one) and then he will feel comfortable enough to try and learn more about them, but he has a horrible habit of looking to see where his family is if they attend a get together and he separates from the rest of the family - as if to really make sure he hasn't been left behind once again by those that he holds so dear to him.
  
  
• Dependent
  Malak is far from being able to handle himself; he cannot make Kool Aid (his favorite being cherry Kool Aid, by the way) by himself, otherwise the Kool Aid powder will go everywhere and he'll spill the pitcher of water. Nor can he make a bowl of cereal without dropping the box and having the cereal go all over the place as well as he will spill the milk all over the table, so that's another activity that has to be supervised. In all honesty he probably could do these tasks by himself, if he really wanted to be independent, but he doesn't want to be. Malak wants to be completely dependent on his family until he just utterly has to start doing things by himself, and since right now he is only a baby there's not a very strong likelihood of him having to be his own caretaker/food maker any time soon.
  
  
• Paranoid
  Another word to describe Malak at this point would be distrusting, since it applies to what he feels whenever he isn't around his family and watching them (you know, besides anxious and fidgety) is paranoid; he has a strong belief, secretly within himself, that his family will leave him behind when he is at his most vulnerable or when his guard is down the most. This is a horribly unnecessary belief that is far from true, because his family loves him and his parents wouldn't do such a lowly thing to him, but Malak still is afraid that one day the entire clan of Beans will go out to a big gathering of friends and he will separate from them, only to turn and find them gone completely. It's a fear that lingers in the back of his mind wherever he goes, making it hard to stay focused around friends or even in school since he can't watch his family from there and make sure that they don't leave without him (as he fears they'll have their homes packed up and the group will suddenly move before he finds out that they're even gone).
  
  
• Anxious
  Malak suffers from severe separation and social anxiety; he has a hard time in too large and too happy of groups, and as mentioned repeatedly above he has a hard time not being close where he can watch his family. When in the grasp of anxiety, he struggles to breathe, he starts shaking, and it becomes increasingly difficult for him to not simply burst into tears. Once he starts crying, he will continuously start and stop sobbing until he's exhausted and eventually just falls into a deep but restless sleep. Even if whatever he is anxious about is soothed, the shaking will remain with him and rattle his body (it can get almost violent, to the point where his teeth slam against each other hard enough to hurt him a little) for, at the longest, three hours after he is calmed down and his anxiety dissipates into the easy nothingness.
  
  
• Supportive
  Malak has two big brothers that have one career in their grasp; Colter and Trenzalore (although the younger of the two is not set and determined to become one) are interested in making a living out of literature. His older friend, Kanan Jay, is a piano teacher at the local recreation centre, and the little pink Bean does his best to offer his full support for all three of them. He loves settled against his big brothers and listening as they read their stories aloud to him, or sitting next to Kanan Jay and watching as he plays the piano, each beautiful note from both the brothers' voices and the piano bringing another wave of soothing warmth through his little frame. If anyone had to pick out a number one fan for anyone trying to do something within the family or among his friends, Malak would certainly be one of the top three - at the very least!
  
  
• Affectionate
  To every family member and to every friend, Malak is probably like a little needy puppy; he's very clingy and wants to both show and receive love. He likes cuddling up against other Beans that he's familiar with, nestling his face into their fur and curling his tail around some part of their body (a strategy used at night to keep members of his family - whoever he's sleeping with that night - from leaving him behind while he's in the dream world) in a manner to hold them close and show that he doesn't want them to leave him. Usually he curls his tail around the other Bean's tail, or maybe a leg if he can reach it, but the tail is his favored spot to hold onto - it's like how humans hold hands.
  
  
• Gullible
  Due to being pretty trusting around those he approaches, and having the stressful things that are his anxiety and paranoia, there are times where Malak tends to be a little on the gullible side...Silly sayings such as a black cat going across your path being bad luck, or going beneath a latter, will actually receive a wide eyed, terrified response from Malak. Usually upon learning one of these new myths, his body momentarily freezes and almost shuts down while his mind frantically goes over whether or not he had done such a thing (and he goes through as far back as he can remember) if he hasn't, then he relaxes and that simply adds to a long list of things to be careful of, and if he has, then he will burst into tears and start shaking. Usually he can be soothed by his family members or his friends, and sometimes they can even remove items from his list.
  
  
• Neat/Clean Freak
  Ever since coming to live with his family, Malak has had a problem when it comes to dirt/mud or dust around him. Not a health problem, but a problem as in he comes close to a mental break down because he does not enjoy feeling dirt and / or grime against his fur. It makes going outside and playing around a little difficult, but with a proper distraction the little pink Bean won't even notice if he has dirt on him or not. Typically upon finding that he does have dirt or mud decorating his pretty fur, Malak will try to find the closest bathroom so that he can wash up, but if a bathroom is not available he will try to find a stream he can see through and get clean there.

Likes:

• Bells
  He absolutely adores bells for more than just their appearance, though he appreciates that as well since there's nothing quite as pretty as a smooth bell, but he also loves the sound. Not the big, scary bells that some churches use or used to use, but the soft and high, innocent ringing of the little bells - such as the golden bell that is attached to the blue ribbon that wraps around his tail. When settling down in the living room among the rest of his family, Malak will often lay on his belly and pull the ribbon free of its pretty bow, just so that he may run the bell over the pads of his front feet and feel the smooth surface with a childish awe. He'll even shake the little golden metal for the satisfaction of hearing it ring.
  
  
• Classical/Instrumental music
  Whether it be the piano (his personal favorite due to hearing Kanan Jay playing it often, and having a connection with someone who plays it), the violin, the cello, or even the clarinet, Malak enjoys the classical music or the music that simply focuses on one instrument - solos if one would like to call them that. Works such as Lindsey Stirling are also favored, but he doesn't like the hip hop music that comes with it. He likes only the music of the instrument being played, since anything else is incredibly painful to his ears. Music that includes bells in some way or another alongside an instrument is also welcomed, and music such as Irish lullabies (when he is settling down to go to bed, at least, but other times he cannot stand to listen to the songs and the volume must be low) are welcomed since they soothe him.
  
  
• Stuffed Animals
  Ever since he was brought home and he got to get a good look at his other sibling's toys, Malak has had a large soft spot for stuffed animals. He loves all of them - the big ones, the small ones, the medium sized, the weird, all of them! As of now, Malak only has six stuffed animals to his name, and they consist of one narwhal, one bear, one husky, one dolphin, a seagull, and even one beaver plushie. His favorite, however, is the narwhal plushie named Sheldon. While most children carry around their favorite stuffed animal or toy wherever they go, and refuse to leave it, Malak actually prefers that Sheldon stay within the safety of the house so that he cannot get dirty or damaged. He prefers to keep his beloved narwhal friend safe instead of risking losing him or having him go through the "nightmare" that is the washing machine.
  
  
• Art/Graphics
  Many adults look at Malak and comment that he has a love for art of many forms, and this is very true. Whether it is beauty to his ears or to his eyes, this little pink ball of pleasant fluff enjoys many varieties of art. His favorite type for visual art? Well, believe it or not, Malak actually really likes graffiti! Not the disrespectful graffiti with the bad words, or the sloppy graffiti, but the actual quality graffiti with a meaning behind it; the type that takes skill to make quickly so no one gets caught. Now, since he knows it's technically a crime to put any kind of message on public property, he hasn't shared this love with anyone in the family or his friends even, but instead keeps this little secret to himself and remains on the lookout for any new, rising graffiti that catches his eye. There are even times where he wishes he had a camera to take pictures of the art with, so that when the family leaves he could take the art with him.
  
  
• Fish
  Not to be mistaken as a Bean who finds fish a wonderful dinner, Malak enjoys keeping fish as pets. Whether they are goldfish, beta fish (his least favorite because, while pretty, they hurt other fish), and koi fish (which are his favorite as he finds koi are very peaceful). So far, he has found koi are just the most pleasant for him to keep as company, and currently owns two that are kept in a large tank within his room. One koi is named Scales, for obvious reasons, and the other koi is known by the name of Angel. No matter how many times he is asked, his answer for which koi he loves more always stays the same; "I love both of them equally", and he really does. Malak adores his fish like many people adore their cats, dogs, birds, spiders, snakes, etc! They are his babies, and he will always love them equally seeing as one is no better than the other.
  
  
• Ribbon
  Any time someone within the family or friend group brings Malak to a crafting store, the only thing he is interested in is the ribbon section. Long ribbon, thick ribbon, thin ribbon, ribbon with polka dots - he loves it all! One might expect Malak to craft with all of the ribbon that he manages to get his parents and elder siblings to buy for him, but he usually doesn't! He simply loves to hoard and play with all of the pretty ribbon, but on rare occasions he will break into his beloved hoard and grab a roll of ribbon to craft with (usually only on birthdays or Christmas though!) and he will start a project. Malak loves the way ribbon moves when he twirls it, he loves that it has so many purposes, and he loves that it can be so pretty without much effort (unlike some other things). Ribbon is definitely his favorite crafting product.

Dislikes:

• St. Patrick's Day
  Malak doesn't like the day of St. Patrick's day due to the unappealing tradition of pinching those that did not wear green. He doesn't believe that it should matter if a person wore green - and he definitely finds it crude that they are pinched for it. People forget, some people just don't believe in it so they do not celebrate, and Malak understands that. So he makes a point of not wearing green on St. Patrick's day, and usually people do not pinch him because pinching the boy who doesn't talk no matter what holiday it is does not look good to other people. Other than the whole "You're not wearing green so we're going to pinch you" thing, Malak actually does happen to enjoy the thought of the holiday - or at least the thought of small men dressed in green running around with gold. It makes him smile and even wish he had a voice to laugh with.
  
  
• The rap genre
  There are many songs in the rap/hip hop genre that contain lyrics that are disrespectful to women, and Malak doesn't like that at all. He doesn't like the profanity, he doesn't like the fact that the message inside the song about women influences many of the young people that listen to it, and he certainly doesn't care for how the songs have gone from singing to basically talking really fast and rhyming words. He doesn't get it - why listen to someone rapidly talk a lot of crap about ladies or other people when you could just turn off the music and actually participate in a conversation? In short, he finds the genre disrespectful and a waste of everyone's time.
  
  
• English
  The English language is an oversized mass of words that sound the exact same but don't mean the same thing, and the language itself is rather lazy. Compared to languages such as German (high or low German), Russian, or even Italian, the English language is plain and a little on the trashy side. He can't complain too much about the English language considering it is the only language he knows how to read, write, and can understand when it is spoken to him, but despite his dependence on it he really prefers other languages. Malak likes to occasionally listen to music that is in another language, music he can't understand, just to admire the way that the words sound - he really adores the way that Italians roll their r's for a wonderful example - but doesn't do so often as he usually prefers a quiet place.
  
  
• Skateboards
  Malak is not always the most graceful, balanced Bean out there, and he's not afraid to admit that. So whenever he sees people riding around on skateboards, performing all kinds of tricks and obviously having a blast, his nose scrunches up and his tail lashes in the same manner as a cat's. What he feels could definitely be called jealousy, in the best form of honesty, but Malak won't admit that he feels jealous of the other people's talent with skateboards. He doesn't like them because he has yet to get his own and become good with a board, but deep down on the inside this little pink Bean really just wants a skateboard of his own to ride around and look very cool on.
  
  
• Bugs
  With the exceptions being ladybugs, butterflies, and small grasshoppers, Malak does not like bugs. Beetles, any type of worm, centipedes and millipedes are not welcomed within a twenty foot radius of this little pink baby (but they intrude anyways). The worst bug of them all, the one that he fears and is disgusted by the most, though? Taking first place and accepting the crown over all of the other bugs that Malak dislikes with a burning passion, is the typical eight legged web forming creature known as the spider. Malak is absolutely terrified of spiders; in the presence of one he will cry, throw things at it, and cower against a wall - especially if the spider looks at him, that can get tears faster than anything else. If there is a spider found in someone's room, Malak will not go there for an entire day after said eight legged arachnid is squashed.
  
  
• Spicy food
  He happens to have a super sensitive tongue when it comes to spicy food; even the dullest of spicy products can set his mouth on fire, make his eyes water, and have Malak fanning his tongue in a very comical fashion. He'll be desperate for water, milk, orange juice - even something like ketchup! -any type of product that he thinks will put out the burning sensation in his mouth will be used. It takes a lot of bribing for Malak to actually attempt to eat something spicy, and even without the use of verbal communication he seems to have gotten pretty good at making others feel guilty after they finally do convince him to eat something spicy.
  
  
• Water that isn't clear
  If he can't see through it, he doesn't want to drink it or step in it, and there is a reason for this (something that spurred from his paranoia). Malak's imagination has basically given him a sense that whenever he cannot see through the water he is in, there is a gigantic crocodile or a monstrous snapping turtle waiting beneath the surface to get him. Alongside those two frightening creatures, he also believes that if they don't get him first there will be a venomous snake that isn't afraid to take on the job following behind them to pick up where they failed and hurt him. This is a horrible fear, and each of them are highly unlikely, but that doesn't stop Malak from being afraid of and refusing to go into water that he can't see through.

Quirks:

• Check it again!
  No child ever really wants to go with their parents into the grocery store unless they are getting something out of the trip - or at least, not many children do - but Malak actually does prefer going into the grocery store with his parents or his eldest sibling, Colter, to make sure that they follow the grocery list! Once a list is written, Malak will check it once to make sure they've gotten everything that is needed, and as the family reaches the store he must check it again for any last minute additions or subtractions, but once inside the store he wants to follow that list like it has the key to the world's greatest secrets at the end of it. He doesn't like not getting what is on the list, or getting what isn't on the list, and the same goes for his chores; he'll do everything that's on the list in that order, but if it isn't on the list he won't think to do it.
  
  
• It's a mess!
  Malak needs organization when it comes to supplies such as pens, pencils, and paper; they need to be organized. Whether it is within his pouch, on someone's desk, in a backpack, etc. it must be organized and accessible easily. There's something about having everything where it can be found and reached without any trouble that seems to relax Malak more, and bring a smile to his face, so he takes it upon himself to make sure that said supplies are gotten by his siblings and his parents with just as much ease. He's all too eager to show them when he's organized something, letting each and every family member know where which supplies are. It seems to be a good thing for the elder children who attend the big schools, seeing as sometimes there just isn't time to stop and get organized!
  
  
• Not Mommy's back!
  There's an old children's saying that goes "Step on a crack you break your momma's back!" and Malak actually took this into heart; he's terrified to go out and walk around on the sidewalk due to the cracks. He doesn't want to break his mother's back because he adores Paloma and wouldn't want her to be in any kind of pain whatsoever! Whenever he comes close to stepping on a crack, his eyes begin to glisten with terrified tears, and usually he has to be carried in someone's pouch after coming through a close call. Since he doesn't want to step on a crack, Malak is almost always watching his feet when he's walking, and that also causes problems since he's definitely bumped into more than a handful of things while on his way to somewhere fun (or, of course, the grocery store!).
  
  
• Gotta save it...
  With every movie the family goes to see together, or even just Malak and a friend, he saves one ticket - just the one, and usually it's his - so that he always knows how many movies he's been to see, and exactly which ones they are. He has a plan for all of those tickets though, and he won't tell anyone, but if they break into the little drawer in his room where he always keeps the written versions of his secret plans, they'll find out what he has in mind; when he gets older, Malak wants to take all of his movie tickets and make one really big picture out of them! Not pictures with shapes made out of the little things, but actually have all the tickets carefully glued into place so the titles and the dates can be seen (from the very first movie, to the last he saw before the beginning of the project) and he plans to hang it up when it's finished. He's very excited for that plan.

By Hopeful.


Family:

• Mommy Paloma
  One thing Malak easily notices about Mommy is that she loves her Doctor Who - just like big brother Colter, and both of them are to blame for his plans to watch the series in the future. For the time being, he's much more interested in stories from his eldest brother and from Trenzalore, especially if he can get nice and cuddled up within their pouch while they read it to him. One thing he greatly enjoys when interacting with his mother is to crawl up from the very tip of her tail to her back, feeling her fur between his toes, and then getting nice and comfortable between her shoulder blades. He really enjoys it when he gets to lay on his mother, but doesn't gravitate towards her pouch like he does with Sherbert, and usually tries to lay on Paloma while she watches her beloved Doctor do his work.
  
  
• Daddy Sherbert
  Sherbert is an amazing fatherly figure, to start off; he's incredibly family oriented and whatever his children want, he provides! Most babies would probably try to take advantage of this and become spoiled, but Malak is careful in what he tells his father that he wants, and what he asks to have. He won't ask for too much, and it is almost like he guards his requests with a filter that no child his age should have placed - no one should have to place at all! Anyways, Malak greatly enjoys it when he gets the opportunity to crawl into Sherbert's pouch and get comfortable within the warmth. One might even dare to say that he is a daddy's boy at his young heart.
  
  
• Biggest Brother Colter
  Oldest brother Colter is an amazing writer in Malak's silent opinion. He loves his outgoing, awkward eldest brother, and often finds himself walking down the street to go visit him since the eldest of his siblings lives so close to their parent's home. Though he has a hard time grasping science, which is the opposite of Colter, Malak will happily sit still and listen in the case that the older Bean might want to talk about something scientific (or, occasionally, about Doctor Who - even though he hasn't watched it yet) just because he knows that it's good to be someone's listener. He likes cuddling up to Colter's stomach and having the elder Bean read to him, occasionally falling asleep like that if he has played hard that day or just hasn't felt very good.
  
  
• Big Brother Trenzalore
  Brother Trenzalore is certainly an odd one; Malak struggles to get a grasp on his personality other than the fact that he's creative. Whenever he can get away with it and when his brother isn't around to see and scold him, usually he will try to put on the dark wings that his sibling is usually seen wearing around, or he'll sneakily grab Trenzalore's bow and put it on his head like that's actually where it goes. Then he will hurry to put the accessories back into the exact same spot that he found them, taking great care to do so, even if the sound of his bell jingling as he hurries away kind of gives away the fact that he was doing something that he thought could have gotten him into some form of trouble - although that probably wouldn't be the case if he ever did get caught. He might be scolded at the most, but more than likely he wouldn't get grounded or anything to that extent.
  
  
• Big Brother Gallifrey
  This little pink Bean is at least happy to have another bright pink member in the family - seeing as Sherbert isn't really dominantly pink. He likes the way his brother carries himself; full of confidence, always seeming to know what he's doing, though he doesn't like that there is another member of the family who has emotions that can switch at the snap of a finger. It makes him have two siblings that are unpredictable, which makes him a little uncomfortable and hesitant because he never knows what might set them off. That never stops him from enjoying the company of his unpredictable siblings though, and he tries his best to keep their moods in high spirits all the time.
  
  
• Big Brother Harky/Harkness
  Harkness is his big brother, of course, so he loves his big brother, but he also utterly adores the flower crowns that his elder sibling is obsessed with. Sadly enough, his blue-ish gray furred big brother cannot seem to do what he likes by annoying the youngest of the family, as it seems that Malak's patience is never ending and his love for his sibling surpases any annoyance that crosses through the youth at any point in time. He does tend to get a little scared whenever Harkness is around fire, the older being a pyromaniac, but that doesn't mean he doesn't trust him, he just seems to be scared of fire.
  
  
• Big Sister Missy
  Malak quite enjoys being around Missy when she is in high spirits; her sweet, bubbly, outgoing nature is almost infectious, but just as quickly as his big sister may be happy her mood can damper. It's hard for the youth as well as confusing for him to see the elder go from being all cheerful, the half is glass full attitude, to saddened and shy, the glass is half empty and will be destroyed if you drop it attitude. Despite the unpredictable mood changes, he still enjoys being able to be around his sister and will often be caught trying to intertwine their tails.

The First Introduction:
It was a warm day in the later part of the school year, when students were finally realizing that they didn't have to care anymore and when the teachers were becoming very stressed because they knew if they didn't get good test scores they would get less money, and the sun was shining with just enough warmth to not make someone cry a little as they stepped out into the daylight. The SherbWho family was busy, the two loving parents that started it all resting under the shady part of a tall oak tree while Colter read and revised one of his stories, Missy moved around and beamed at everything, Trenzalore and Gallifrey tossed a frisbee back and forth, and Harkness was busy trying to make one of the twins fumble with the little blue plastic disk. On days like this, with Paloma resting against him with her head under his chin, Sherbert could only be grateful that he had such a wonderful family. He had the beautiful love of his life cuddled up to his body, their stunning children enjoying themselves among the company of one another (although, Gallifrey did seem to be getting just a little bit frustrated from all of Harkness' taunts), and the day seeming to be going in their favor. Resting his head lower, Sherbert was almost content to close his eyes and slip off into a peaceful afternoon nap when a flash of pink among the green brush a little ways away, beyond their children, caught his eye and made him raise his head. Paloma didn't seem to notice, almost as if she were slipping off into a nap of her own with the day's warmth lulling her into a comfortable slumber. As soon as his love's breathing slowed to prove she had drifted off into a doze, Sherbert slipped from her embrace and carefully set her head down so that it was resting on the grass before he approached the brush where he had seen the bit of color disappear into. Stepping passed all of his children, and trying his best not the draw any attention to himself, the father of the SherbWho family came closer to the brush until he was, finally, upon it. At first, it seemed like your average collection of bushes minding their own business in the edges of the park, but as he leaned over to peek over them, he found absolutely nothing but little suspicious footprints. Frowning, his brows furrowing thoughtfully, Sherbert had to slowly remind himself that this was a park; there had to be at least a handful of other families out and about that afternoon. With the flash of pink now dismissed as someone else's child running about (probably playing a game of hide-n-seek/tag with a sibling or friend), Sherbert turned to return to his family and his dear Paloma, but the bushes behind him rustled quietly and once again caught his attention. Slowly, he crept towards the bushes, crouching down a little more.
As he got his face nice and close to the brush, a tiny (compared to his, anyways!) pink head popped out, the sound of paper and leaves rustling filled the air, and Sherbert was startled enough to fall backwards and onto his behind. Dumbfounded and still in the clutches of surprise, the elder Bean could only stare as the small pink fluffball edged forwards, slowly dropping the little crumpled note into his lap. Tilting his head downwards so that he could read it, the words 'Love Me?' seemed to be patiently waiting for his acknowledgement. After a moment, he studied the Bean again; it was scrawny, and could certainly use a good bath. With a little hum, Sherbert's tail wrapped around the note and moved it as he sat up, getting back onto his feet. "Don't you have a mommy and daddy to love you?" he spoke in a soft, gentle tone meant to help soothe the small child that was looking up at him with such beautiful blue-green eyes. The pink bundle shook its head in response, sitting down and curling its tail around its body in a manner that cats did. "A mommy?" Again, the baby Bean shook its head. "Well, what about a daddy? Any siblings? Someone?" No, no, and no. Lifting his head, Sherbert looked all around the park in search of anyone who even remotely resembled the Bean sitting in front of him. His efforts came back with no results, sadly, and after a moment he carefully scooped the small Bean up with a paw. Sitting back down, Sherbert used both hands to hold and examine the small child as those pretty eyes stared up at him in confusion and hope. Guilt swelled up inside of him at a realization; if this child was missing, and someone was actually looking for it, the youth would have already been found long before he became as scrawny as he was. The child had been abandoned, and whether it was because it was unwanted or the parent couldn't care for it didn't matter. It had been left behind. Cradling the baby now, Sherbert brought it close to his chest, holding the thin Bean with affection. He couldn't leave the child out here, not by itself, and leaning in close he gently nuzzled the pink bundle's cheek. "We'll love you," Sherbert promised softly, before he gently eased the baby into his pouch, holding the note with his tail, and began heading back towards his mate and their children. He felt the small Bean wriggling a little within the warm safety of his pouch and smiled a little, feeling a little pink head poke out from the safe place, and his thoughts drifted to such things as names...then to what his family might say. He had no doubts though; Paloma wouldn't cast out a child as small as this one (or any child, for that matter) out when they were in need, and once the family saw this baby they would come to love it just as Sherbert was. "You'll be safe with us, little one."
Friends:
Roxanne
At first glance, many would see Roxanne as too intimidating and scary to even attempt an approach, but not Malak. Where others see a woman toughened by what the mind could only guess, he sees someone who has been misjudged, someone who could use another friend just like everyone in this world, and he's happy to be that friend! He had no problem first approaching her, in his silence, and since he at least made the attempt to be friends he has been eager to see the mother and her son ever since. To Malak, Roxanne is like a second mother, or maybe just the really cool aunt that everyone wants to have in the family.


Gonzo
With both of these Beans being older than he is, Malak enjoys clinging to Roxanne and Gonzo in the typical "elders are so cool" fashion that most youths had at some point. He isn't put off by the way Gonzo clings to his mother, in fact he rather enjoys it because he certainly likes Roxanne's company. The clumsiness is something that Malak does get a little amused by, but he does not know that this cannot be helped due to the slightly older Bean's lack of sight, and if he is around when Gonzo gets curious enough to wander a little ways away from the safety of his mother, the pink Bean will happily accompany him to join in on the fun. The only problem is that Malak doesn't talk so he cannot ever really warn Gonzo that he's approaching, so they both have to rely on Roxanne to keep from the sightless Bean getting startled.


Delta
One friendly personality enjoys the company of another, right? Malak greatly enjoys being in Delta's company since they're both sort of bubbly, and due to them both being short neither makes fun of the other's height. There is something that Malak doesn't enjoy about Delta, which happens to be that he steals and a lot at that, but he won't let that stop him from enjoying the company of his friend. Whenever he knows he's going to meet up with the adopted baby of pirates, he makes sure to collect a few cartons or orange juice (possibly brought home from his daycare, with permission) and always supplies his friend with plenty of his addiction throughout their time playing together. He brings Delta his juice because he knows the other Bean gets cranky without it, and since he likes it so much while Malak doesn't really care for it he's very happy to supply for his friend's demand.


Kanan Jay Crane
Kanan Jay Crane, at a prime age of twenty-three years old, is not exactly the type of person you would expect Malak to be around due to his young age, but the little pink Bean greatly enjoys his company. Since Kanan plays piano and makes a living off of teaching others to do the same, Malak loves to come around and watch the older Bean play music. Often times Malak sees his big friend giving others the "cold shoulder" so to speak, but he knows it is a matter of Kanan being shy - and he especially doesn't come off as friendly with his sarcasm. He's happy that the bigger Bean doesn't easily get irritated, having been known to crawl around Kanan's legs for fun and even ride around on his back in the same spot that he nestled into on his beloved mother, Paloma. Whenever talking about or addressing a letter to Kanan, this little Bean always refers to him as "Kanan Jay" instead of only his first name.


Haruka
Haruka is honestly like the big sister that Malak never had, as he has a large handful of older brothers and one slightly older (but not by too much!) sister. She's protective, gentle, and she always is so nice as well as happy to see Malak. There are times where the elder lady Bean attempts to steal the little pink ball of mute fluff, but she never goes through with it because everyone knows how happy Malak is to be with a family at all. He adores Haruka, always wanting to crawl on top of her and lightly prod her horns with unashamed curiosity, but when it comes down to snuggling he prefers getting nice and cozy against the fluff of Haruka's chest. He's even comfortable enough to get a little nap in with her watching over him like some kind of guardian angel sent down from Heaven just for him - and he secretly doesn't want to share her (or any of his family/friends, for that matter).

Shenji
Being an art student, Shenji is just the type of person Malak can get settled around to silently observe the creative process while the older Bean works. He knows of the other's habit to gamble and while he doesn't agree with it, as he is always worried that Shenji will get himself into a mess that he can't get out of, Malak won't stop his friend from doing what he enjoys. He does, however, strongly prefer it when they can play a game of friendly checkers (even though he occasionally has to bet something to coax Shenji into playing) because the risk of something bad happening to his friend is much lower than the elder going out and gambling.

If someone simply happens to be nosy or maybe if someone decides to be a bully this sweet little mute baby, they'll turn him down and shake him until the items he carries spill out of his pouch and onto the ground. The items consist of a large supply of envelopes, paper, a collection of variously colored pens designed to be used for calligraphy, normal pens, and even mechanical pencils with plenty of little boxes of led inside. In the future he plans to get a large pack of crayons so that he can decorate his lovely little letters before he gives them to whoever he wants to have them. For the time being, he only has his paper and his writing utensils, but that doesn't bother Malak because that's his way of communication and it doesn't always have to be pretty.

It actually was too big to put on my form as it sent me over the character limit XD so here it is. This story happens to take place before Malak learns how to write, and I was contemplating doing a story about someone I think might make his past just a little more interesting but I don't know for sure if I have time ;v;.

Hi! My username, by now I am sure you already know, is IBiteBack, but you may call me Teeth if you would like - I would actually prefer it! I am a girl, and a freshman girl at that, but I have been roleplaying for around four to five years.
Please don't let the number of years fool you, I can still have short replies and make easy little mistakes just like anyone else! I have been applying to become the caretaker (as I find owner is a bit of a negative word, and the spawn of the mind should be treated and regarded with positivity) of a Jelly Bean dragon for around two years.
Due to my computer not supporting any art programs whatsoever, I am unable to make digital art for my characters, but art isn't my strong suit to begin with. In the future, hopefully before I graduate high school, I plan to become a freelance fictional author and finish my first novel.
The thought of finally having a story published is very exciting, but it will not stop me from coming to places such as Chickensmoothie or Deviantart.
If you want to read examples of my work besides the above, I am WifeOfBunny on DA, but reader beware my stories are mature! Anyways, I have loved Jelly Bean dragons for a while, at least three years, but throughout the first year it was only a love by visual, and once I hit the second year I decided I would begin trying my luck and attempting to adopt a JBD! I can honestly say that my first attempt was sad; I didn't understand that there was only a limit of five hundred words for the personality, and instead made my form exactly five hundred words because I thought that was what was required. It was easy to say that I did not get the Bean, nor did I get a runner up or an honorable mention. My second attempt (or beginnings of an attempt) involved an art based contest, and since I consider literature a form of art I decided that I might have a chance. After checking with the judge, I realized that I did not. My third attempt involved a readoption, piece after piece of artwork, my heart and soul into my words, and there still wasn't any victory. I was heartbroken, but I could understand how the winner had the victory; their form was amazing. My fourth attempt was another readoption, and there was no art. Only words; a five word personality and you had to rename the Bean. Another loss, but another understanding of how the winner was the winner. Several nursery Beans, art pieces, and different winners later, here I am for another attempt to get a Bean!

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For some time now I've been wanting a male reddish
bean with green eye. Now, I know 620 is not exactly "reddish"
and doesn't exactly have "green eyes", but pink is a shade of
red and the eyes are, in a sense, green. Honestly, this bean is
everything I want, and I am even able to choose gender! I also
kinda have wanted a pink, male bean. This baby is really all
I've wanted, for a long while, in a bean. In a character I look
for something I can instantly form a character and bond with;
a character who's past is clear to me as well as a future for that
character. This is all I see when looking at this baby. I see
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.Username.
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.Name.
Raphael
.Gender.
Male
.Adopting Parent.
Alieda Brielle Walker
owned by .The Bootless Box.
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• classical music
• books
• the harp
• peacefulness
• memories
• colorful or white flowers
• pastels and chalks
• gentle conversation
• pleasant smells
• the wind
• happy endings
• pleasing others
• silken things
• his mother
• bedtime stories
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• anything loud
• sleeping
• rebelliousness
• dark/spooky stories
• dark colors
• tinkle-y noises
• the dark
• horror
• the cold
• too much heat
• getting wet
• arguments
• unhappiness
• displeasing others

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An event that he cannot remember forced Raphael
to never speak. By choice, he is mute, but he is
friendly and very happy. He does not know a
stranger and is willing to do just about anything to
please his mother or anyone else. Another word that
would best describe Raphael would have to be gentle.
Everything he does or touches he handles with great
care and a fatherly ease. However calm he may seem,
he does not do loud or obnoxious noises or others. He
prefers pets and his mother. Sweetness, after all, does
have it's limits.
Raphael is polite to his peers and everyone, even though
he cannot speak or is irritated by them. He can never
bring himself to be angry at anyone, no matter what
they say to or about him. He simply accepts it and cries
over it later. And even though he may seem perfectly
okay on the outside, his mind is a mess. He is always
plagued by nightmares and has really never has a
peaceful sleep.
The dark visions are always painful for him to watch,
mostly because he is helpless to do anything to fix it and
knows not why he is having them. What he does not
know is that these "nightmares" are his interpretation of
his past. Though he he cannot access the memories, they
are there and they haunt his dreams and are appearing as
he thought of them.
He hides his torment and sleeplessness easily, from others,
though he always tries to take an afternoon nap just so he
can keep going. His mother knows, though, because a
mother always knows. Usually just a short cat nap, never
lasting more than an hour, so that the nightmares do not
come to haunt him during the daylight hours.

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Phone rings baby
cries TV diet guru lies
Good morning honey
Go to work make up try
to keep the balance up
Between love and money

She used to tie her hair up
in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's
and O's
Got a picture of her mama
in heels and pearls
She's gonna make it in her
daddy's world
She's an American girl
An American girl

Slow dance second chance
mama needs romance
And an live-in maid
Fix the sink mow the yard
really isn't all that hard
If you get paid

She used to tie her hair up
in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's
and O's
Got a picture of her mama
in heels and pearls
She's gonna make it in her
daddy's world
She's an American girl
An American girl

Well she's got her God and
she's got good wine
Aretha Franklin and Patsy
Cline

She used to tie her hair up
in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's
and O's
Got a picture of her mama
in heels and pearls
She's gonna make it in her
daddy's world
She's an American girl
An American girl

She's an American girl

Trisha Yearwood - American Girl
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.Dreams and Aspirations.
-to sleep peacefully again
-to meet his true parents
-eternal peace
-to have no fears
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.Ali's Valentine Card.


.by Mackiot.

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"Okay! So there are always tons of other dragons at the park." the little pink dragon though to himself, "Someone's bound to know where my mother is! I'll start there today."
Raphael tossed down the leaf he'd been piddling and shakily got to his paws. He was still too young to walk properly and even though he didn't have his parents, he appeared well-fed. Many of the dragons he had come in contact with he though him hungry and had simply given him food. Or ran him off thinking the orphan trash.
Now he toddered out of the bushes he was sitting behind. His pink tail swished behind him in his efforts to walk, but a determined light shone in his eyes. In his mouth he held the note he had found near him when he woke. He had always assumed it said 'Have you seen my Mama?', but what it really said was 'Love me?'. He knew not what had happened to his mother only that she wasn't there and he needed to find her. He hoped to did help today.
With his note in his jaws, he crawled through the bushes, peeking out at all the dragons that were out on the warm, spring day.

Not far away, a brown spotted bean with bright, spring filled blue eyes, ran a hand through her hair and grinned, it was finally warm enough that she could wear her tank top and shorts. Aleida had missed being able to surf and sit out during the day and not freeze. She sat down wondering if she should call her sister to visit with her at the park, but after a moment she got up to just walk. She turned pausing when she thought she saw a little pink in the grasses, but shook her head before beginning to walk again. She was walking slowly enjoying the warm air and having a rather good day, she was usually really lonely but tried not to during her walk here.

Raphael raced quietly through the bushes and tall grasses. Pausing behind a bush at the edge of the sidewalk, he tried to gather himself to race across. Well-exercised muscles tensed as he readied to run, but jut as he prepared someone walked by. He jumped back, causing a rustling of the bush. Quickly the pink bean searched for his note again before picking it up in his jaws again.

Aleida stopped this time and was awful curious so she crouched down, the bean's tail swished on the concrete. "Hello.. anyone there?" She asked figuring if it was a bunny or something they'd hop away from her.

Raphael turned his green gaze on the speaker. He could tell she didn't see him; he was too small to be seen in the large bush anyway. "Maybe she'll help me find my Mama!" he thought excitedly, noisily climbing his way up the thin, flimsy branches to get to where he could be seen. A tiny, pink head broke through the foliage, bright eyes staring up at her. He smiled brightly up at her, note tight in his jaws. He dared another step up. Loosing his footing the tiny dragon tumbled out of the bush and on to the concrete in front of the female. Tears filled his young eyes but he didn't cry. He knew his Mama wouldn't want him to cry just because of a little fall.

The adult bean blinked as a little jbd head poked out, she hadn't really expected a little guy to poke his head out. Aleida read his little note 'Love Me?' It read. Oh cheese nips, he was an orphan, he just looked like he was lost and looking for his mother. As though he had only wandered off. "Poor little one, probably doesn't even know." She thought and had a small wisp of anger at the mother but quickly reminded herself that no one should be judged, but as she did he stumbled and fell out and she saw tears in his eyes "Oh no! It's alright little guy, look I fell too!" She said as she plopped on the ground and gently picked his note up "Can I read it?" She asked after picking him up and patting his head very gently.

When she plopped back Raphael smiled a little, wiping away the tears he refused to let fall. Her question was elating to him. "Yes! Yes! Please! Maybe you'll know where my Mama is!" he thought excitedly, taking the little note in his hands and passing it to her. Then without a second thought he climbed up in her lap, pulling down on her arm as he looked over to see the note as well.

Aleida smiled and opened it carefully, kind of hoping for his sake he couldn't read as she lowered her arm so he could see. She cleared her throat and opened it, glancing down at him. She read over it to herself for a minute not wanting to hurt the little guy. It read;

Dear Whoever finds my baby,
Do not be mistaken, I do love him so very much!
But I have fallen gravely ill and cannot care for him any longer.
I really do not want him to go to the orphanage, I just want him to be happy.
This is to give my little angel the best chance in life he could have, please
Please take care of my little Raphael! Tell him I love him,
Sincerely,

She could not make out the name; it had been smeared. The woman looked down at him and wanted to hug him tight, but refrained. "Well basically your lost aren't you? The letter says your mommy loves you very much." She said and waited to see if he would speak or shake his head.

Raphael looked at the squiggles on the paper, making up his own note in his mind. He knew it said how much his mother missed him and how much she wanted him back. He smiled up at her, tail swishing behind him."Yes! Yes! She understands! She'll help me find Mama!" he thought in glee, nodding eagerly. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words or sounds came out. He couldn't bring himself to speak and only closed his mouth and smiled, nodding again.

Aleida smiled at him gently. She had to handle this carefully, he was so excited, he thought she was going find his mother. She picked him up as she stood up, the note in hand and looked at him. "How about you come with me until I can help find her alright?" She didn't have the heart to tell him right then but would soon, as she had to figure out what to do. The orphanage was packed and she really just wanted to take him home and take care of him, as it was what could have been his mother's last wishes. She would try to find his mother, so maybe even if his mother couldn't take care of him, His mother could see him, Ali saw how much that meant to him just by glancing at him.

The little dragon inhaled sharply, but quietly, as he was lifted from the ground. He stared at her with wide, innocent eyes as she spoke before smiling again. He nodded, taking his note and clutching it tightly. He leaned forward, wrapping his small arms around her neck as best he could in a hug. It was Raphael's wordless way of telling his thanks. She was the first to actually know what at all he'd meant.

Aleida's eyes watered a bit and she held him close for a moment, returning his silent thanks and she rubbed his back before using her arm to support him as she walked. She had decided what she was gonna do, she'd take him to her apartment and then call her boss and tell her, knowing in her heart she couldn't keep this to herself and say she'd take full responsibility for Raphael, and ask her to see if they could find his mother, and send in a copy of the note. "Raphael? I will try my best to find her for you, okay? But it might take a while buddy.." She said and really hoped she would find her to at least come see him or talk to him on the phone.

Her steady steps were lulling, her grip firm but comforting. The little bean imagined he was once again in his mother's arms. Or how he thought they would be. Raphael breathed softly against her hair, his quiet way of thanking her. "Thank you, Miss..." he longed to say, but he was unable. He still refused to speak, no matter how much he wanted to. Just like any child, he eventually fell sleep on her shoulder, note still clutched in his tiny hand.

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Coding;; .The Bootless Box.

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[finoodle]

Username: B L A Z E
How many Beans do You own?: One, The beautiful [url=link here]Aria[/url]
How active are you usually?: I am on about 2-4 hours a day on the weekdays and 6-9 hours on weekends. I will have plenty of time to RP, Draw, and write with him.

Parent JBD(s):
Owner(s) of Parent(s):

Name: Amity
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality

Why do you want to adopt him/her?:

Calligraphy Shop:
Rasing White Pigeons:

Reserve with the following ideas!
-Wears very Old-English style dresses
-Always has her pink Parasail
-Eyeliner and Mascara is always on
-Very Polite, rude, british accent
-Raises Prize winning Fantail Pigeons
-Is an apprentice to a calligraphy shop owner

[christine,]

Res!

[rem sleep]

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Username ;; Trollish

JBD Hangout ;; Trollish ♥

Bean Count ;; I own four beans,
Pudding, Popsicle, Vincent and Hewie.

Information ;;
Hello! I'm Trollish, though most call me Troll.
I'm the proud owner of four lovely beans, hoping to call this little one my fifth and final! I'm a frequent roleplayer and artist, though I spend most of my free time sketching and writing. Due to a bit of social anxiety I don't go on the chat too often unless someone I know is around, or unless it's rather late at night so I don't feel too overwhelmed. I hope to make more friends and roleplay more often there as I begin to feel more welcome in the future, however.

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Parent Bean ;; Vincent Shibe Doge ♥

Owned By ;; Me

Information ;;
Vincent is a rather large, goofy guy based off the Shibe Doge meme. He's a bit big and a bit chubby, though aside from that his most notable traits are his friendliness, silliness and naivety. Vin is an easygoing guy who gets along well with most others, even if they don't really like him, he's very persistent and he rarely deviates from his cheerful, outgoing self. He's almost a kid at heart himself, being very childish and generally odd. Despite his seemingly codependent personality he's very self-sufficient. He was in charge of caring for himself and other children since his own childhood, and as such is adept in catering to others where needed.

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Family Members ;;

Vincent Shibe Doge
Vincent is the breadwinner and the only parent in the family. Because of this, he works his hardest to support the other members of his family. He works at a museum of paleontology, where he runs the gift shop counter from time to time and also cleans up where needed. It pays pretty well and the employee benefits are well worth sticking around for. Vincent loves his job and everything about it.

Hachiko "Hachi" Doge
One of Vincent's two shiba inu companions. He adopted Hachiko and Kabosu both at a very young stage in their lives and ultimately they're the closest thing to a family he's ever had. He treats them as his own children and strives to look after them. Hachiko is the male shiba inu, and is generally very shy and cowardly. Hachi has issues socializing with others but has always demonstrated a fondness for children.

Kabosu "Kabby" Doge
The female shiba inu from the pair Vincent adopted as puppies. Kabby is a much more dominant and outgoing character who always seems to be full of energy. She makes up for everything Hachiko lacks, but doesn't demonstrate much restraint. She tends to get over-excited or accidentally harm others trying to play. She also demonstrates a fondness towards children and is much more cautious around them.

Meet The Shibe Family ;;
Vincent lives with his two shiba inus, Kabosu and Hachiko. He considers these two guys to be his adopted children since he raised them since they were little puppies, though now they're full-grown dogs. Vincent's two closest friends are also considered a part of Vincent's "family". Velox and Jerome are biological brothers, and Vincent's closest friends. Ever since he moved from Japan one year ago they've been nothing but supportive in helping him settle in. They're so close to Vincent he considers them just another part of the family! Velox is married to his husband, Brennan and has two yet unnamed children, while Jerome is dating Icarus. Vincent considers everyone listed above to be a part of his special little family, since he had to leave his adopted one behind in Japan when he moved and simply because they're so dear to his heart! Vincent considers his family those he really loves and cares about, and those who feel the same about him.

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Why Would I Be a Good Owner? ;;
I love all my beans and take good care of them. I enjoy drawing them and roleplaying them, though I tend to draw in my school sketch book and write independently. I'd be a good home for this little guy because I connect strongly with his design and adore the concept I have set up for him, I couldn't bear to let him collect dust and I'd be as attentive and active as I am with my other beans.

Why Would Vincent Be a Good Parent? ;;
Vincent has always wanted a child of his own. Honestly he has no attraction romantically to anyone, and doesn't ever see himself truly settling down or having a family of his own- but it's been a long-standing dream of his. He'd be a great dad because of his ability to relate to the child in that they were both abandoned, and his overall protective and loyal nature along with his kindness would really be valuable in raising a child. Vincent is perfectly capable of raising a kid of his own, and because of this I think he'd be a fantastic parent for this little one.

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Why I Want Him ;;

Why Vincent Wants Him ;;

What I'll Do ;;

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Interview ;;

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Name ;;
Darwin Cupid Valentine

Behind The Name ;;
Vincent determined his middle and last name, being an orphan himself he never knew his parents nor does he remember his biological information. He had a collar that stated his first name, so the rest he made up himself. You may wonder how exactly this effects Darwin. Well, because Vincent decided his own name he decided Darwin should make up his own middle and last name just like he did. Darwin chose his based on his birthday, February 14th, and was quite pleased with them. As far as the first name Darwin, it originates from a surname in Old English "Deorwine" which means "dear friend". Darwin remembers this to be his birth name, though doesn't recall his biological name any further than that point.

Gender ;;
Male ♂

Personality Traits ;;
Curious | Dauntless | Creative | Daring | Intuitive | Emotional | Sensitive | Bold

Personality ;;

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[ToastingCinnamon]

omg what a presh bby

[henley]

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Those eyes oh gosh

[yeena]

still love the form but,,, v old

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[color=#808080]I am[/color] [color=#f5afa4]male[/color] [color=#808080]and I'm[/color] [color=#f5afa4]unsure[/color] [color=#808080]of how old I am..
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[center][size=70][color=#808080]hello !!! welcome to my form for this babe. i really hope you enjoy this form and maybe find it a bit touching at all ? if not its all good, all i want you to do is enjoy this.. if you have any questions though, do pm me, ill be happy to assist you and other words.. but i'd like to thank [url=http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=342397]Zmei' Vulpe[/url] and [url=http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=426135]poptart.[/url] for letting me use their beans, it really helped me in this and i couldn't thank you guy(s) enough. any other users who have let me use their beans are listed here now in no specific order : [url=http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=135903]Elfie[/url], [url=http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=211546]Sparked Angel[/url] both you guys.. ahh thanks for helping me by lending me your beans ![/color][/size][/center]

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[left][quote="basic"][size=70][b][color=#f5afa4]name:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]bra'dach[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]full-name:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]bra'dach (last name)[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]birth name:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]unknown[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]name meaning:[/color][/b][color=#808080] large-chested[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]generates from:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]gaelic[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]reason behind name:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]nothing much[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]pronunciation:[/color][/b][color=#808080] bra--dach[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]nicknames:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]dach, yin, boop, stupid-cupid[/color][/size][/quote]

[quote="sex generally"][size=70][b][color=#f5afa4]biological gender:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]male gentiles[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]refers to as:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]he/him/his/male/boy[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]can be passed as:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]her/she/female/girl[/color][/size][/quote]

[quote="birth info"][size=70][b][color=#f5afa4]date of birth:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]exact day/date unknown[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]exact time found:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]00:2:13.4 = 2/11/15[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]zodiac sign based on finding:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]aquarius[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]horoscope- elemental bond:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]wind/air[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]horoscope- planetary influence:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]uranus[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]estimated age:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]he acts six or seven[/color][/size][/quote]

[quote="relationships"][size=70][b][color=#f5afa4]birth parents:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]unknown[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]adoptive mother/father/both:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]chatty[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]acquaintances:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]trout and his family[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]best friend:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]jacob drake hazard[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]friends:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]maybe[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]enemies:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]anyone ???[/color][/size][/quote][/left][left][quote="looks"][size=70][b][color=#f57e6e]ear type:[/color][/b] pointed and short
[color=#f57e6e][b]tail type:[/b][/color] [color=#808080]fluffy, small and curly[/color]
[color=#f57e6e][b]fur type:[/b][/color] [color=#808080]short and rugged[/color]
[b][color=#f57e6e]eye color:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]teal[/color]
[b][color=#f57e6e]nail color:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]teal[/color]
[b][color=#f57e6e]fire color:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]white to light pink[/color]
[b][color=#f57e6e]tongue color:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]white[/color]
[b][color=#f57e6e]build: [/color][/b][color=#808080] short, small and skinny[/color][/size][/quote]

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[b][color=#f57e6e]height:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]about to your calf[/color]
[b][color=#f57e6e]genes:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]----[/color][/size][/quote]

[quote="teen"][size=70][b][color=#f57e6e]teen weight:[/color][/b][color=#808080] one hundred four pounds[/color]
[color=#f57e6e][b]teen height:[/b][/color] [color=#808080]to the start of your thigh[/color]
[b][color=#f57e6e]build:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]small and skinny[/color]
[b][color=#f57e6e]items:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]pink scarf and ear ribbons[/color]
[color=#f57e6e][b]teeth:[/b][/color] [color=#808080]short, sharp and clean[/color]
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[b][color=#f57e6e]adult height:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]to your groin with his ears perked[/color]
[color=#f57e6e][b]build:[/b][/color] [color=#808080]still short and skinny, very furry[/color]
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[b][color=#f57e6e]teeth:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]clean and sorta blunt yet still sharp[/color]
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[color=#f5afa4][b]child height:[/b][/color] [color=#808080]3"4 (short)[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]teen weight:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]eighty-two pounds[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]teen height:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]4"3 (short still)[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]adult weight:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]one hundred pounds[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]adult height:[/color][/b][color=#808080] 5"6[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]nails:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]long, sharp and painted teal[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]hair color:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]blonde with pink ends[/color][/size][/quote]

[quote="sexuality"][size=70][b][color=#f5afa4]sexuality:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]pansexual[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]romanticism:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]aromantic[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]words of advice:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]never too young.[/color][/size][/quote]

[quote="health"][size=70][b][color=#f5afa4]blood color:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]red[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]blood type:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]AB[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]mental issues:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]ADHD[/color]
[color=#f5afa4][b]emotional issues:[/b][/color] [color=#808080]depression[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]health issues:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]allergies (pollen)[/color]
[color=#f5afa4][b]disabilities:[/b][/color] [color=#808080]----[/color][/size][/quote]

[quote="rates"][size=70][b][color=#f5afa4]socialization:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]seven/ten[/color]
[color=#f5afa4][b]biased:[/b][/color] [color=#808080]seven/ten[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]tolerance:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]six/ten[/color]
[b][color=#f5afa4]agility:[/color][/b] [color=#808080]nine/ten[/color]
[color=#f5afa4][b]intelligence:[/b][/color] [color=#808080]nine/ten[/color]
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pretty much right.. except for a few small things. He's an
average teenager.. sorta. He's actually pretty short,
only 5"3. He doesn't suit up to most of his competitors
but he's tall enough in his own eyes. Eyes. He's got teal..
large, and bright teal eyes. Some have rumored them
to glow in the dark.. maybe they do ? Nobody knows. He
has a short nose (or muzzle;depending) to go with his
small form as well.. although despite it being so short
its filled with sharp teeth.. so you'd best be careful. Then
he has his nails. Long and sharp pointed.. not to mention,
they're painted a bright teal color. Its pretty really but if
he scratches you hard enough your likable for him to draw
blood. Then he has his hair. Its a.. ale white-ish blonde co-
lor with pink highlights and ends. It's also a nice length,
shoulder-length and it can cover his eye.. which he usu-
ally lets it do, except for when he wants to pin it up with
bobby pins, of which are pink, black or red. anything like
that. He has a generally small body and in comparison to
other teenagers and is underweight compared to them. De-
spite him having a small chest and body he is very quick and
can easily race against a dog or something. Not to mention
he has large lynx ears, yet due to him not liking his ears he'll
put pink ribbons on them. Then he has long piano fingers.. And
his tail. It drags on the ground often due to him taking it as a
bother to drag around yet if he wanted he could (and will) lift
it up upon him being able to actually control it. And last he has
his average clothes, pink boxers and a large white tee-shirt when
he's feeling lazy and at home, a skirt and tee when he's just testing
things out and usually any color hood with pants or shorts on when
in public. He also always has a silky pink scarf around his neck, ne-
ver taking it off. You can also see bracelets around his arms, all
often being leather and woven kinds. Some beads. Then he has a
locket around his neck, its silver and has a picture of him and
Chatty in it. Also around his neck (besides his scarf and locket)
is a woven necklace. Nothing big. Just something he likes and
now.. thats about all. All of his items that he wears.[/size][/list][/left][/color][list][quote="Dach"][size=70][color=#f5afa4]❝[/color] [color=#808080]Being a fasionista and cross dresser is pretty challenging okay. Just get that down.  I have a wide and strange variety of clothes and.. the boxed room I call a "closet" has many skirts and blouses. It's interesting to me, why stay one particular looking guy when you could be so different ? Instead of keeping up with just boxers and tee's I'll throw on a skirt and blouse sometimes.  It doesn't exactly.. mean too much of a difference anymore to me. I mean, I'm not ashamed to really walk around in a skirt so ?? I think people should stop thinking of the code of condex.. staying just as a boring teenager. I'm sorta testing this stuff out as well, seeing how I go with extra pink on my body. The fabric of the skirt, despite me wearing them almost always when I'm alone its.. still scratchy. Feels weird against my leg. It tickles also.. but maybe thats just where it's brushing, how its brushing and maybe what the fabric is. Going to those blouses though.. god they are annoying. I just got into wearing them and they are so damn uncomfortable.. how do girls wear them ? Maybe its because they don't have a flat chest ? I don't know. All I know is that its so.. uncomfortable. So very uncomfortable. The front of the blouse is always too big, the collar is always looking stupid and I un-buttoned the cuffs so now I can't get them back. I don't really want to ask mom just for the fear of arising suspicion but.. then again theres nothing I'm hiding so. Its just weird crossdressing per see.. but it also cheers me up. Different opinions here. Sometimes I'll like it sometimes I won't.. simply depends.

Then just having amazing clothes in the first place. Despite me being a jerk (I'll happily admit to that so) I am very picky about what I wear and what I don't.. well. Anything that is pink and sparks my attention I wouldn't deny but.. away from that topic ! I like most things that are comfy and I can throw on anytime.. possibly why I have mostly shorts, boxers and hoodies. Tee-shirts are right behind hoodies as well. All I need is something comfy... Okay maybe I'm not as strict with dressing down as I am with my crossdressing tools. Whatever. Also, notes per see, accessories. These are something I'm actually picky on. It cannot be gold. At all. It will not ever be earrings. I only like bracelets and specifically, lockets. Nothing more, nothing less. Bracelets cannot be gold in even a way. Just silver and pink or any other color. I really will only wear woven bracelets.. but try your luck with others ?[/color] [color=#f5afa4]❞[/color][/size][/quote][/list]
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[list][size=70][color=transparent]XXXXXXXX[/color] [color=#808080]It was sunny and bright... some day that was supposed to be happy. A day to curl up next to your loved one and have a day to yourselves, where young couples took each other out and older ones celebrated that they had survived each other for so long. A bit early prepping everyone called it- it wasn't the day of love yet. It was just some happy three days before. Well.. there were also the sad pairs. Some mourned over losing a special someone, some sad over just being alone.. and two hearts that were lonely were having a day like that. A one where both were lonely.

One was walking down a cement sidewalk, hands by her sides and a small smile sown across her pretty face, her eyes traveling over each and every couple sitting on the benches and in the grass. She was smiling yet others were giving her looks that ranged from disgust to fear, as she had one "dull" eye. A bad eye. One that had pure black except one white dot. One that nobody could ever love- not even her own birth parents. She smiled through every look, smiled yet also had a foot slam down on her heart. Why did no one love her ? She.. she wasn't different.. she was just broken apparently. Everyone said she had a broken eye so.. she was broken. This was why she had nobody to walk with this day. Nobody to start sharing gifts with early.

While she was walking though a small boy, the other heart, around the ripe age of seven, was sitting beside a bush with a folded paper in his lap.  Many couples had swooned at him and said he was adorable.. and they would also tell him to tell his parents that he was a beautiful boy. His long hair and pink-tinted ends, not to mention the large unusually teal eyes and nails. A dream child. Though he would nod and say nothing, just curl his tail around his legs before continuing reading. No one had to know he was.. so alone. Had to know he had no parents to tell about the kind words he was receiving. No parents to hug their child upon him spilling his day to them. He was all alone. He had been left in.. for all he knew, high hopes to be left alone and killed. He didn't know though.. what he did know is that he had been living out as a street rat for awhile now. Nobody had offered to take him home, lest mention it to him, and he never spoke to anyone to request being taken home.  He didn't want to offer.. they probably would just drop him off at an orphanage. Maybe pick up another child.. who knows. All he really knew was nobody would want some kid from the park with.. a dumb letter he couldn't even read due to lack of school.. it really sucked being him right now at this time.[/color]

[color=#808080][i]Someone had snorted at me as[/i] I walked by just now. Do they want my attention or something ?.. Turning my head towards the direction the sound had come from I perked my ears up yet quickly put them down upon seeing many nasty looks. Nobody had wanted me.. they all wanted me gone. I knew they did. Lifting my tail up so I could run my fingers through it I kept walking and smiling at anyone. I was too kind to be in a world like such. Too innocent to be exposed to such content of life around me. Nobody understood me anyway. What was a point in this world if your voice was one with thousands of others ? Others that protested recognition. That needed some kind of attention directed towards them.. a child never learns its lesson if you do not correct it. I never had my parents upon growing up.. knowing that I never learned exactly what was wrong and what was right. Nobody ever thought to teach me either, everyone was afraid of my eye. An eye.. usually the person's main source of visual beauty, topped with form and body. I had a wonderful body if someone were to judge.. yet my eye always ruined everything. Nobody would dare see my inner beauty. Growling softly aloud at what I was thinking I kicked a rock. Everyone called me a monster.. yet I need to stick to one topic. Acting like such of a child already put a bad look on me.. being a scatter brain could do more damage to that look.[/color]

[color=#f5afa4][i]I stared down at the note[/i] and mentally growled. This was the answer to my past. The answer to why I'm alone and why I had been at so many foster homes.. if only I could read. If only I had someone to tell me how to read it.. to explain what it says. But I always denied everyone.. they would clearly see the note, they would ask for it, I would just shake my head. Never any words. My voice would probably make me break down. Sob. It would blow the cover of my lies. I'm not sure why.. but I don't want to hear a word that came out of my own mouth. It would.. just hurt. Nothing I said would mean anything. It wouldn't do anything. Tightening my grip on the folded paper I looked up to prevent tears from just thinking about my voice. Yeah, I was sad.. yet a young adult female was walking down the path alone.. hm. She was probably heading home to her own family, as she had a shy smile on her face. Bringing a hand to my messy hair I scratched my head. Just another person that walked by me. She might fret over me or cast a nice look over to me.. I'd smile back. I'd smile back and.. act happy. Pretend like nothing was wrong in my life.[/color]

[color=#808080][i]My smile was becoming harder to[/i] fake. All of the looks was making me not want to even show my face. Maybe thinking about happy times would help ? Yeah. Let's see.. the first day I first met Trout.. and then.. that was about it. Oh well. Perhaps just.. walking with a neutral face would help. So I tried that. Walking straight forward, twisting with the path, I stared straight ahead to avoid any extra eye contact. Now all I could noticed were some younger teens that snorted at me, then some shrieking and doing something to silence their selves, others simply walking away- at least. Thats what I thought they were doing.. yet I was only looking through the corner of my eyes. Oh. Eyes. S. Lifting a hand to my head I pulled my dark red-brown bang over my 'bad' eye, right ear flicking around at the slight movement. Taking a glance around one of the first things I saw with my only good eye besides teens and couples was a young child, and not young as in fourteen or something.. I mean child when I said it. He looked almost.. five or seven maybe.. and not to mention he looked alone. Even when I promised myself that I wouldn't smile towards anyone for the rest of the day.. I kept that promise.. and I cast a broad [i]grin[/i] while passing him.[/color]

[color=#f5afa4][i]She smiled at me. No.. she[/i] actually grinned. Not smiled. I saw each of her sharp teeth.. yet even so I smiled right back. I don't smile and mean it anymore.. I just smile so I can pull off a lie.. but this smile had meaning behind it. She made me smile. Without doing anything but grinning at me. She had her bangs over her right eye.. wonder why ? Flicking my tail out behind me I let my smile fade as she passed me. I don't know.. she made me feel special. Not to mention I don't know nothing about her.. well. Too bad for me. She was just some passing adult that probably smiled at me to smile. She probably just saw me as some lone child that.. was sitting by a bush. It was nice to have her smile at me.. and admittedly. It felt sorta nice to smile again. Yet it did dampen him to know he probably wouldn't smile again for awhile.. not for anyone.[/color][/size][/list]

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[right][img]http://i.imgur.com/ssEFFyC.png[/img][/right][right][center][img]http://l.wigflip.com/i3ouymGq/wigflip-ds.png[/img][/center][/right][list][size=70][color=#f5afa4]❝[/color] [color=#808080]Te is pretty cool. No doubt. She is an honestly nice person to my mother and I'm not sure what to say.. she sometimes takes my mother down into the mines with her and I don't think she's always taking her out of pity (I could be wrong), sometimes just for the joy ? Not sure. I'm not sure of mom noticed but I see how they smile at each other- they seem happy with each other. Really happy. I don't have any problems with Tegan.. she's pretty cool in my opinion. I wouldn't mind just sitting around with her. I wouldn't want to be on her back twenty four seven though so, I'll just consider myself a friend until then. Overall though she's on my good side, good view on people. I don't think I'll plan on making her an enemy ever.. not unless she does something that seriously pisses me off or she just snaps my trust bond thing with her. Any of those and she'll just end up an enemy.. yet like I said. She has good views from me.[/color] [color=#f5afa4]❞[/color][/size][/list]




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[left][img]http://i.imgur.com/RuFM0Ma.png[/img][/left][left][center][img]http://l.wigflip.com/bTVF8Qzg/wigflip-ds.png[/img][/center][/left][list][size=70][color=#f5afa4]❝[/color] [color=#808080]... Me ? Haha.. bet you never saw this coming. Me to judge myself..  of course though. I think it would be best for me to be at the top of the list. You'd think you'd know yourself best ? Not really. Barely anyone knows there self fully at my age.. yet overall. About Dach.. He's.. cool. He really doesn't like to do much.. just sit around and draw, play his old fiddle (kept the dumb thing), sing, or even just go out and run. He's not as free as he wants really.. He's always just acting like he has a perfect life. Like he has made it perfect and yet- he sorta has. He's turned his life up with Chatty yet he is still mentally broken. Half of him is missing in all. Its just a black hole. He is pretty defensive over those close to him.. and thats probably why he has gotten in so many fights. Defending everyone that he has mentioned in his life, friend or enemy (yes if they insult Strider he will get angry and snap away, more because he only likes to think he's the only enemy). Not to mention he gets in fights over him defending his fetish for wearing skits. Short pink skirts.. yet he does wear white something under them to avoid awkward moments and uncomfortablness. Just as simple as that. He likes to play around with girly clothes and cross dress. Nothing big. Yet then again I don't know all about the guy.. not a lot at least. He's honestly a mystery waiting to be found out. Yet he's no ordinary mystery.. he's special alright. But you have to find out whats special about him. I'm not telling you.[/color] [color=#f5afa4]❞[/color][/size][/list]


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[center][size=70][color=#f5afa4]❝[/color] [color=#808080]Would you love him as I loved him ? Don't touch him unless you know what you getting into.
I have to write this quickly to hurry away unknown- yet, if you are to answer this door and see
a pink innocent child.. tell him I will always love him. That he will look like his mother.
But if anything, answer this one question that he begs answers from: Would you Love me ?
And think wisely before answering yes. He is not another dog to add to your kennels.[/color] [color=#f5afa4]❞[/color][/size][/center]

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[center][color=#f5afa4][size=70]Happy || Outgoing || Cheerful || Cry-baby[/size][/color][/center]
[list][size=70][color=#f5afa4]❝[/color] [color=#808080]While I was little and had just been taken in by Chatty I was pretty happy and exciting in the house. I always loved to make a mess out of things and  just plain out have fun ! I always tried to cheer someone up if they were upset and.. I loved to play with Chatty. I like helping her with chores and just being.. fun and active. I was loving towards anyone who would let me be nice to them as well ! I was just some happy bundle of fur. Curious and all.. which adds up to me making a mess of the whole house. Not to mention I.. was very sensitive. I really would cry at the slightest hint of mean words. And when I did cry though, words or something was upsetting me or even when I didn't get what I wanted, I was the kid who threw a huge tantrum and didn't give up in starting a fight. I wasn't too interesting as a child.. just your average, curious kiddo.. although some said my jokes were the best. Yeah. I liked to spit out jokes here and there.. some were old and cheesy some just ones I randomly thought of. Overall I was that bundle of fur that anyone could love and nobody could get mad at ! Not to mention I liked to do dorky things so.. everyone would call me cute and stuff.  Logically I didn't like that but.. I dealt with it. Me being in many foster homes, this was strange. Yet I was happy- I was forgetting my old and sad life for once... and it was all because of  this girl that changed my life.[/color] [color=#f5afa4]❞[/color]

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[color=#f5afa4]❝[/color] [color=#808080]So when I was just a little teenager.. with a glance back at a few years ago I had turned into some kind of monster. I wasn't so happy anymore, I wasn't being as open as usual. I turned cold. It wasn't even a lie. I didn't like to joke around anymore, hell. I didn't like jokes in general. Laughing seemed to hurt my ears. Then I also hated moving out my house.. usually the only exception was when mom asked for me to go get something or I was going to school. Nothing else. I really  hated talking as well.. I only talked to mom really. Yet I somehow made friends with someone like me.. color wise. I like him. I made exceptions for him. Then I was also rude.. haha yep. I forgot my manners. Even to the elders I would simply reply with a "sure". The only one I ever laughed around though was.. of course, mom and Jacob ! The whole rest of the world probably forgot what my laugh sounded like.. yet despite all of my negative attitudes I kept a very childish tactic. I was still the guy to throw huge tantrums if I didn't get my way.. pretty funny honestly. Because it usually works.. but for some people it just got annoying. Those were often people I didn't like. [/color] [color=#f5afa4]❞[/color]

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[color=#f5afa4]❝[/color] [color=#808080]I was so broken. When I was an adult. So broken and hurt and confused.. any words to describe those emotions. I don't know what happened really, maybe I just stopped seeing the world's outer shell and instead saw what it really was. It was a living hell.. and I had packed my walls up. Towering up high.. and I generally strayed away from any social life. I became an independent guy who only stayed in touch with a few friends and his mother, nobody else really. Mom was still my source of comfort and yet Jacob was my reasons. When I was this old though I realized I had an invisible scar over my heart- and despite it not being there.. it hurt. A lot. I was almost fully broken- this stupid world had changed me. Yet like I said, Jacob was my reasons. Not to mention Chatty was as well. Those two are probably what helped me survive this far.. and as long as I may care, I stayed strong. No doubt that it was for them though. I didn't like the public though.. which is why I stayed inside mostly now, just writing down ideas, stories, letters that I'd never send, and songs. Yes, songs. But I also.. went mute almost. I stopped talking really, only talking to mom and friends anymore. I bet everyone had forgotten my laugh and voice now.. no care really. I was just.. plain out sad now reflecting on my before life. How had I been so blind to a world like this I wasn't sure.. all I knew is it would have to try harder to drag me down.. But even with me being less social now and inactive, I still had my anger issues. Although, never was my anger directed to my comrades. More such those daring to mess with my comrades.. they would get the force of a grown, short bean. I still am protective if I haven't mentioned.. this protectiveness is possibly why fuels my anger when someone messes with us. Its just a guess but I'm thinking its quite accurate. Other then that.. I haven't changed anymore. Probably never will. [/color] [color=#f5afa4]❞[/color][/size][/list]


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Username(s): ~RedWolf~
Parent JBD(s): Searching! PM me if you wanna help
Owner(s) of Parent(s):
Why do you want to adopt him/her?:
I have been looking around, as I am very picky with the JBDs I try out for, but really want a male JBD, due to owning a female and having fun messing around with a boys personality, especially a young one with my own little brother in real life. I don't usually go for pink with boys, but I think this guy is just too cute to pass up on. I have been dieing for another JBD, due to the fact that Adderley, my current and only JBD, has already been developed and I have drawn her so many times the exact patterns are practically burned into my memory. A little sweet boy is what I have been looking for, and this boy is just perfect :3
And even if I don't win him, I would love to see (*cough*stalk*cough*) this little boys future owners character development, and see if I can RP with them ouo.
Res <3