[biyondo basudei.]

oh my lord. reserved.

[∅blivi∅n]

Amazing!! I would try but I don't think he and Yoru would get along very well.

*growling* Stay away.

[v14]

(insert pic here)

~Shuhei Hisagi

Name~
Kazeshini
"Did you not see the giant capitalized Kazeshini on top of this?"
Name pronounciation~
Kah-zeh-she-ni
Name meaning~
Death wind ( In Japanese)
Nicknames~
Kaze (Kah-z-eh) and Shini
"DON'T PUT THAT, no one will ever call me that, not after what happened"
Owner~
~Zephyr~
" I am owned by NO ONE, she is just someone that is taking me in"
( Gee thanks)
Gender~
Male
"-no comment-"
Age~
21
nationality~
Japanese
Birthday~
December 15, 1992
Sexuality~
straight

Personality:

Mysterious-
Kazeshini comes and goes whenever he wants, sometimes you meet him once and you'll never see him again. No-one can track him down and it is unpredictable of where he is going to go next. He can keep on a really good poker face and will never answer your questions about his past.

silent-
He doesn't talk much, he usually only answers with yes and no. He is more of a listener then participator.

Isolated-
Kaze is not a very social person. His past life isolated himself from all the other kids, and he didn't really mind. He grew up with no one to help him it was only him.

Independent-
He only minds himself, and he doesn't need the help of others. All his life He took care of himself as an orphan with no contact with any of his family member. It was a hard life back at that time, but he learned that the only person he can depend on was himself.

Destructive-
Once he picks his target there is no stopping him, He would kill anyone who would get in his way. He would take down a whole army, murdering them one by one, setting the whole village on fire.

Careful-
He is very careful with his plans. one mistake and the whole thing will be lost, he keeps in mind everything that would happen, who he is targeting and the place he would be in, once he is finished planning everything nothing gets past him.

Gentle/kind-
He has a soft spot for children, knowing his own childhood was horrible. He has a mission to protect the innocent and defend the defenseless, once you know that hes not so bad unless your his target. He would give his life to protect the ones he cares about.

(yeah, this is kinda pretty mysterious, your probably thinking: Why is he an orphan? How did he become this way? He has people he cares about? and more, but you'll find out more in his history)

Kazeshini's Past~

When it all started:
It all started on a cold November day when me and my family were harvesting the persimmons to sell at the market to get us through the cold winter. I was only a young boy then, and our family was very poor but I had all I needed, my family. I didn't have much friends, i was out of the ordinary with my red eyes but my family loved me very much. My mama asked me
"Shini? will you take these persimmons and sell them at the market?"
"yes mama"
I took the cart and hooked it onto the mule's back and rode it into the market. As the sun was setting I loaded the leftover persimmons onto the cart and the sack of money I got from the sales, 'boy would mama and papa be proud of me when i show them how well I did' I thought to myself. When i got back home i saw my papa yelling at some men in front of the farm.
" you can't take our own son away from us!"
" Sir, we need all the solders we need for this war its IMPORTANT"
" You'll have to find someone else"
" We checked every house we need your child too"
" But he is just a young boy!"
" We have orders and if we're ordered to take the boy we will take the boy"
" but..."
" We can get rid of anyone in our way"
And thats when it happened. One of the men shot an arrow into my papa. I jumped of of the cart and ran to my mama.
" MAMA!"I screamed as I ran to her. She held me tight to her, there ere tears in her eyes and said to me
"Shini it's alright, mama's here" as she stroked me shakily as she tried to comfort me
"Mama what happened? What happened to papa? Who are these men? Mama i'm scared"
"Shini I need you to go into the house, right now"
"But....."
" i said NOW"
" We'll be back for the boy in a week woman"The strange men said and left. Once they were gone my mother hurried back into the house, Tears in her eyes.
" MAMA, who were those men? what happened to papa? why do they want me?

[tacocat.]

Please note that I have decided to make this form special and unique by not using fancy fonts. He just seems like a more simple guy, and a lack of fanciness seemed right.

Grim
A darker name than any you've ever heard
Age 16/Male

You wanna laugh at my name?
-
Wait, lemme reword that. Wanna die? Seriously. I carry a scythe with me at all times and I'm not afraid to use it. In fact, I strive to. And since all you lovlies enjoy life so much, it's that much worse to cross me. Watch your step.

Definition of GRIM

1: fierce in disposition or action : savage

2a: stern or forbidding in action or appearance <a grim taskmaster>
2b: somber, gloomy

3: ghastly, repellent, or sinister in character <a grim tale>

4: unflinching, unyielding <grim determination>


Personality

No one needs to know who I am.
-
Unfortunately, Fawnhawk disagrees. But if you tell anyone, you're next on my list.

Enough with the death threats, Grim, darling. We need to move on.

{{ Vengeful

Ever since he found out about the... incident, Grim has changed. He has always wanted revenge on his father and anyone who gets in his way.

{{ Fierce

Grim is, well, a threat. He is willing to injure and even maim others; in fact, he wouldn't hesitate to do so. He could cause serious harm to anyone he wanted to, and if he considers someone an enemy, they could very well be in danger at any given time.

{{ Secretive

Everyone has secrets, but Grim's life is a secret. No one knows where he is or what he does, only that he almost always has a sneer or a mischevious smile, like he's planning something. His backstory is also a secret.

{{ Gloomy

Want to hear another secret? Grim has depression. His rough 'n tough personality covers it that most people don't notice it's there, but he knows. It ruins everything. He has no friends, which adds to the stress, and he's always overworking to make them (and failing) which adds more.

{{ Sinister

He always has some sort of plan going on, whether for revenge or how to study for a test. You never know. It's actually quite frightening because he hides what he's thinking and you can never tell when he's going to sneak up behind you and cut you up with his scythe.

{{ Determined

Most of the time, determination is a good thing, but with Grim you can never be sure. He could be determined to hurt someone or he could be determined to get an A on his report card.

Ailments

STOP, it's not any of your business, why should you know?

Asthma
asth·ma
noun \ˈaz-mə, British ˈas-\
: a chronic lung disorder that is marked by recurring episodes of airway obstruction (as from bronchospasm) manifested by labored breathing accompanied especially by wheezing and coughing and by a sense of constriction in the chest, and that is triggered by hyperreactivity to various stimuli (as allergens or rapid change in air temperature)

Mute
Definition of MUTE
1: unable to speak : lacking the power of speech

He also has many chronic ailments that are currently not diagnosed.

Grim's Past
Birth
On September the 14, 1995, a teenaged JMD walked into a little black market bar. Her name was Sophia, and she was black as the night with a beautiful bright jewel. She ordered a couple of beers and as she waited, a male about her age entered. He was handsome, with white fur with grey and red tiger stripes running down his heavily muscled body. They struck up a conversation and got to know eachother over the next few months, meeting at the same bar every day and drinking illegally.
Under the influence of alchohol, both teens thought it was true love. They turned eighteen and arranged to move in with eachother. Their plan was successful, and on January 23, 1996, they moved into a small apartment and "began the first day of their lives." At first all seemed well; they both got decent jobs and were able to pay for foods and the rent for their apartment. Their intoxicated love increased along with the amount of alchohol they consumed, and they lived happily.
Nearly five months after moving in with the male, who's name was Mono, Sophia discovered that she was pregnant, and because of her drunkedness, she hadn't discovered it until she was eight months pregnant.
She came home proud and told her boyfriend the news, expecting to see a huge smile form on his handsome face. However, she was to be disappointed. Mono was raging, hitting and yelling and telling her that it was all her fault and he hated children and he'd move if it was true. Convinced that it was the best for her family, Sophia decided to have an abortion.
A few days later and with a heavy heart, Sophia went to have the procedures done. Tears leaked down her once-beautiful face as she drifted off to sleep. She woke up to unexpected news.
"There were triplets."
At 'were', her heart almost sank.
"One of them made it."
It sank further as she wondered what she would face when she got home.
Infancy
When Sophia arrived at home, all hope was lost. Mono saw her with a living baby and left to a different room without a word. He came out hours later with two duffel bags and all the savings. Then he left the house.
After looking down at her baby with distaste for a few long moments, Sophia burst into tears. She hated the child, but he ever-so-slightly resembled his father. She wouldn't give it away.
Sophia named him Grim, for the grim outlook he'd caused.
Grim proved to be a hard baby to raise because he never cried. Maybe that sounds easy, but he never cried when he was upset or hungry or tired, so Sophia never knew what to do. Thus, as he grew, he was smaller than other JMDs his age that his mother saw at his day care. It never burdened her, though--all she ever felt was her own loss.
Childhood
Grim grew to be very handsome, not unlike his father. It never occured to him to ask questions about his family--not that he could. As a young child, he was taken to the doctor many times and it was finally decided that he was mute and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
He was very awkward around other children because he couldn't answer questions or say anything to them, but he continued to go to public school. Grim soon began to carry around a small dry erase board and a red marker as an attempt to be more normal.
He had few friends and many enemies, something that would remain true for much of his life.
He was also a naughty child, constanly making trouble and pranking other students, teachers, and his mother. At first he was punished with the average "you're grounded" and whatnot, but then his mother sank back into her old alchohol habits. Whenever Grim did something that displeased his mother, she told him peices of his family history: about his father, how Mono and Sophia met. At first he counted it a privelege, but soon it began to disturb him. Images of his dead siblings and his treachorous father were constantly on his mind, and the thoughts grew more disturbing and depressing each day.
Tween
Grim learned how to cook and did a lot of chores, icluding getting the groceries and making dinner. This was a vital skill to him anyways, because his mother worked very late every day to support them. He loved his mother and hated his father for what he'd done. He blamed the death of his unnamed siblings and his muteness on his father, who he'd never met or seen.
Grim continued school and got good grades and a heaping pile of haters and enemies. Many people thought he was using his chronic illnesses to his advantage and didn't think it was fair that he was allowed to attend school with them. Grim didn't hold their opinions very high and tried not to let them get to him, but it became difficult and Grim grew violent. He got in fights and soon proved that being mute didn't mean he wasn't strong.
With each slip-up he made, the stories became more vivid, more detailed, more painful. And he couldn't protest, he had no voice to cry out and couldn't bring himself to leave the room. His hate towards his father and many, many others became overwhelming.
One day in Physical Education class, he was running track and had an asthma attack. He had sensed it coming, but the new side affect of the drugs he had inhaled during the abortion attempt came as a surprise. He laid on the floor and was so suprised that he went into shock and spent a few days in the hospital.
That was when it ended.
He still had (and has) innocence in him, but he rarely shows it. His one goal was to make his father pay for all his pain with the very same. It had to happen, and someday it would. He swore a blood oath to himself and is tracking Mono down to this day.

By the way, I was completely against telling you all of that.

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EVERYTHING PAST THIS POINT IS ART AND EXTRAS


Basic Facts and Opinions
His favorite book is Out of My Mind by Sharon Draper.

His favorite sequel is In a Glass Grimmly by Adam Gidwitz.

(Images from Amazon.com)
His favorite book series is Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan.
He doesn't watch TV for two reasons: he thinks it's a waste of time, and he couldn't afford it anyways.
Grim hates his name, it reminds him of his past.
In spite of his hunger for revenge, Grim hopes that maybe someday someone will change him.
Grim thinks that the grim reaper is the stupidest idea anyone has ever had, but sometimes he carves pictures of the grim reaper into walls to scare people.
Grim beleives in heaven and hell, but that's all he knows of religion.
While he regrets the loss of his siblings, he wishes that he had a baby brother.
He hangs out at the hospital sometimes so he can see the newborns when their parents take them home.
Sometimes he contemplates suicide, but he always talks himself out of it.
He has a soft spot for dogs, especailly large dogs and mutts.
When no one is looking, he tries to talk and cries when he can't.
His worst fear is of needles. They freak him out a lot more than anything else does.
He wishes he had a red jewel.
He's really good at math but history is his best subject.
He loves to write; he sorta has to.
He hates poetry.
Someday he hopes to actively protest standardized testing.
He wants to be a veterinarian.
He has a secret crush but he thinks no one will like him because he's mute and a freak.
Grim only writes on his scythe when he's mad.
He carries his scythe at school and gets away with it.
He writes with a green marker when he's happy (which is rare).
He loves country music and hates pop.
The one movie he likes is a kids movie (Hotel Transylvania).

Uh... Where'd the scythe come from?
This, I beleive, is essential to describe how much he changed over the years due to verbal abuse from his mother and the horrible interference of his father.

I love my scythe.

Gee, that's news.
Soon after he swore his blood oath, some guy bought this Victorian house downtown and opened a pawn shop there. Grim saw it every day when he walked to and from school and the grocery store, and little by little, it caught his attention. He began to pay attention to what was in the display case, and it wasn't long before something caught his eye.
Grim loved mythology and joined the Mythology Club at his school (the branch that most members called "the Greek department".). One of the most memorable stories (though he wasn't sure if he liked it or not) was the story where Cronus cut his father into bits and peices with his father's own scythe.
So like I said, some of the items on display began to catch his attention so he did some all-around yardwork just in case. After working for almost a year, he'd saved a lot of money. Then the scythe arrived.
The second he saw it, Grim walked into that store for the very first time. He went right up to the man and wrote on his dry-erase board "How much is it?" The man gave him a price, and Grim barely had enough, but enough nonetheless. He bought the scthe and walked to his home proudly.

You can just call me Cronus.

Grim nurtured his new sinister nature as (most) mothers would a newborn babe. He became a mutated version of his previous self, a twisted image of the once good, even happy, Grim.
As the Jewel Mane Dragon himself became twisted, so did his ideas. He began to right on his scythe with his marker, but roumer has it that it isn't really ink. Some people thought it was his own blood in which he wrote, earning him yet more enemies.

It's true. What better way to seal an old pact than with my own blood?

But that isn't all. Some went as far as to say that it even contained the blood of enemies who had been made to pay for what they'd done to him. No one knows if it's true, but they have reason to suspect.

What's Up With the Red Glow?

Shut up, Fawnhawk. You're not tell this stmhp--

*Hemhem.* It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining on the dew-covered grass and many children were outside enjoying the sunny weather. But. . . where was Grim?
In an internet cafe, paying by the hour. Tracking the father he knew as a traitor and a murderer.
The cafe was very dimly lit compared to the outdoors, and the computer screen lit Grim's face like a star in the night sky. His eyes were sparkling with satisfaction as he printed a few things out and left the cafe.
The outside world was so dark that his eyes burned, but he didn't care. He was happy, happier than he'd ever been. Grim reached his new, smaller apartment (they'd gotten a new one a few weeks after he turned thirteen) and pulled his scythe out from under his bed. The blade was sharpened to perfection, so much so that it hurt some people to look at it.
He set a peice of paper down on his dresser, which was covered in scratches and places where the finish had clearly been cut off. He sneered at the paper, for on it was depicted a thirty year old JMD. He had white fur that was going slightly grey and silvery and red stripes.
Grim help the paper in the air with one hand and swung his scythe with the other. In seconds, the paper lay on the floor in halves and the scythe was stuck in the dresser. Grim pulled it out carefully and smiled again, then picked up the other paper. It had a name. A name that had captioned the picture that so resembled his mother's description.
'Mono Alexander Thomasson.'
And, unfortunately for Mono, an address.
This could be the chance of revenge that Grim had waited for.
Grim awoke early the next day, the very first day of spring break. He had a sleeping bag laying next to his bed. The bag it was in had other stuff in it as well: food, water bottles, money, markers, and his dry erase board. He kept his scythe in hand and began his trek to the bus station.
Once he arrived, he made his scthe "disappear" to the inide of his sleeping bag. Then he followed a young woman onto the bus and sat down next to her to make it look like they were family. He didn't want to be caught traveling alone.
The young woman began to converse with him, but he shot her a warning glance and she became quiet. The bus ride to the small town where his father lived was silent.
The so called down was more of a village. The streets were desolate and most of the houses were actually apartments, most empty and smaller than his own. The further he walked, though, the livlier things got. His father lived in the richer part of town.
He began to get yet angrier, for he soon arrived at his father's house. His father had abadoned his mother and him to live in a dingy apartment only to move to a lovely Elizibethian style house? Grim shook his head, but didn't stop there. He had one more short bus ride to go.
It turned out that Mono's family was rich, so Mono had returned to an excellent collage shortly after leaving Sophia. He then got a job as a scientist experimenting with chemicals and got married. He had two kids with his new wife.
Grim arrived shortly afterwards at a different city father south. He stood in front of a large white building near the bus staion and walked around to the backdoor. Then he pulled out his scythe and used the very tip to pick the lock, then stowed it back into his sleeping bag.
The building was very quiet and had signs all over the place showing where to go. Grim followed them, eagerly awaiting the sign that would read 'DR. THOMASSON'. Instead, though, he was drawn to another sign that said, 'DANGER, RADIATION', and underneath that 'STAFF ONLY'.
What bettter way to get someone in a dangerous situation than to tell them that if they do such 'n such, they might get hurt or sick or die? Hugh. People never learn.
Grim opened the door and immediately felt a little jolt. He shivered. The room had a dark red glow to it, making the room the brghtest thing he'd seen in his life. He walked toward the source of the glow excitedly, ignoring the growing bursts of pain. His body was wracked with shivers as the heat grew with the false feeling of sitting in an icebox.
To his extreme disappointment, the cause of the glow was only a small vial filled with red gas. It was tightly fastened with a sort of metallic cork and it seemed to vibrate in his had when he picked it up. He liked the feeling and squeezed it.
The vial broke.
Whatever was inside it had immediate affects. Grim gasped for breath as his asthma tightened its grip on him, and he felt the contents of his stomach fall onto the floor along with a vile taste in his mouth. He felt dizzy and saw images of his father coming at him from all directions. The word 'revenge' echoed off the walls and flew toward him. Bruises appeared from nowhere as blood vessels popped all over his body. Then everything went black.

~*^!!!^*~

He woke up a few weeks later in a white room. All white. No greys or blacks or blue or reds. Only a blinding white after seeing only the back of his eyelids for the longest time. He blinked a few times and made out a women in a black (or was it dark blue?) suit standing next to him. She filled him in on everything that had happened when he was out.
Someone had heard a bunch of loud noises and had found him. He was picked up by an ambulance. The hospital called the maker of whatever formula that had been in the vial because they wanted to find out what was in it so there was a greater possiblity of reversing the effects. The creator refused and Sophia did not have the funding to sue.
All his stuff was still in his bag and nothing had been touched. When he checked, his scythe was still there.
Grim was allowed to return home in a few weeks. He looked in the mirror in his bedroom and noticed an erie red glow around him, like miniature northern lights. He hated it, but there was nothing he could do.
He has been assured that many other affects will appear, but he has not discovered them yet.

Friends

Foes

He doesn't have many friends...

Plenty of these....

everyone's afraid they can't

Sugarmint

be loyal enough.

Pandora

Earthsong

Tundra

Mia

Sea Glass

Drawn Art by Me

It's supposed to look like I layered construction paper to make a sillouette, but obviously I failed xD Oh well, it was fun (:

Ordered Art

^Done by ice c a p p~^

A Collection of Disturbing Poems by Grim

We cling to the life like the cliff's edge
as if it is a privelege.
No.

What'd you think of that?
-
Hmph. I bet you couldn't do any better. This one's about my personality:

What harder soul to penetrate
than one that's filled with evil and hate?

-
I know what you're thinking! Just shut up about my poetry before I come after you with my scythe!

An Interview With Grim

Reporter: So, Grim, what's your favorite subject at school?

Mythology. It's amazing, the explainations that people used to come up with for... well, for the world.

Reporter: What is your favorite myth?

See my scythe? I got this all because of my favorite myth. Gaea, the Earth Mother, was the wife of Uranus, Father of the Sky. So Gaea kept having really ugly kids and Uranus locked them up in Tartarus, which is like hell, I guess.
So then Gaea told Cronus, one of her kids, to kill his father. Cronus stole Uranus's scythe and cut him to bits.

Reporter: Nice. So, how's life in general?

Busy. You see, I've been hunting down my father so I can make him feel my pain.

Reporter: . . .

Oops. I wonder if I can destroy memories?

The Owner's Take On Things

Why do you want him?
[color=#FF0000]Well, I'd been searching for the perfect black jewelie since I swore to be active in the JMD community, and then I saw this guy. The first thing that really popped out to me was the scythe. I love mythology, so the first thing I thought was Cronus, dude. That's Cronus! Then (I'm sure most people had this thought) I thought of the Grim Reaper. The word "Grim" sort of stuck in my head. After about five seconds of looking at him, I'd already made a connection to something I loved! That's a good sign, right?
So, first I had to think of a name. Grim. The word just kept hitting me over the head, but I was like Why should I name him that, though? There needs to be a reason! So, obviously, i tried to connect the word "Grim" to mythology because I wanted to connect mythology to the JMD himself. Well, Cronus didn't exactly pose a good outlook for mankind, did he? He posed a "Grim" one. So... AHA! Maybe not the most original name, but all in all, it seemed to fit.
But... what about his personality? A personality has to be shaped by a past, or it won't make sense. I knew I wanted him to be... unstable and vengeful, so I needed to come up with reasons. A tragedy, maybe? At first I was thinking that he could be an orphan, but that's not original. But then I came up with abortion. Abortion, to me, is never comical and never okay, and I thought that maybe he should have something to do with that. But I wanted it to be really sad, really tragic, so... I decided that his two siblings died in the abortion and he survived, only to be plagued with horrible side affects and disastrous affects on his general family life. This would create the character I wanted and that seemed to fit him.
So, he now had a name that seemed to fit, a perfect personality, and a connection to mythology to boot! What more could a girl want?

What would you do with him?
I am on this site for three main reasons: roleplaying, participating in the JMD community, and art.
So I would definitely put him in the JMD Highschool roleplay, and your insane asylum roleplay if anyone ever makes it (xD). Tons of other interesting roleplays are popping up every day, so he'd be seen all around the roleplaying board.
I would also parade his handsomness all around the JMD Fanclub, lol (: (I couldn't have resisted saying that, could I?)
Art. I love to write. I love to draw. Those are a couple of my passions. It's fun, time consuming, and, hey, educational. You can... uh... learn about... uh... deminsions when you draw! But seriously. I learn new styles, shading techniques, and all about antomy whenever I draw. Every time, I learn something new. With writing, I escape from my world and fly into another. I experience my characters' pains, sadnesses, loves, hapinesses... and I get better at writing all the time!

What if you're inactive with him?
I won't be. But if I do:
I, Fawnhawk, give Wolfswelpe full rights to take this JMD back if he is mistreated.
Again, not gonna happen. I love him too much <3

[.Missy.]

• Name Hello. I am Phantom
• Gender Male
• Current Age His age is unknown, and always will be
• Personality Phantom is very secretive and almost never shows himself. He seems to appear in crime scenes and deaths. Some also say that they see him in the woods at night, always watching. Phantom never laughs, smiles, frowns, or anything. He looks as if he feels no emotion. Often, he will scare others by drawing a scythe out of coals on houses and trees. Anywhere on a property. Phantom also likes taking strolls in the night, so JMDs lock their doors and watch him circle their house. It is quite creepy, but he means no harm.
• History Work in progress
• Art Journal entry before his possession~

October 30th, 2012;; 11:56

Its almost twelve 'o clock, and I can't sleep. Hopefully i'll doze off soon. I'm scared that something in my closet will come and get me because I feel like I hear something in there. Maybe if I put my head under my covers, everything will be ok. Mom and dad are at a party and left me home alone. I just came back from going outside. It was really cold. Well, I think I am going to sleep…

No. I can't go to sleep. Something is sticking out of my closet. It is sort of sharp looking, like a knife. What is that, on the ground… Blood? Oh no, I hope this isn't a prank. Its moving. Something is in there, I know it. Oh please, help me! The closet door is opening. But there is no paw opening it. Is it opening by itself? How come I hear breathing?

Thats not a knife. Its a scythe and it is moving toward me. I can't believe i'm still writing what I am seeing. Its right the-

[icseal]

I am the messenger of death,
I wish to be free,
And away from the underworld.

He who is misunderstood.

•Fury•

• Personality •

Fury is a silent JMD. He's calm, and most likely a ninja.
Everyone's afraid of him, since he the the messenger of death.
His parents trained him to do that his whole life. Although, Fury
hates being evil.He wished to escape from his parents and live freely.

Frankly, he made a friend. She's a blue JMD, although he never knew
her name. She even nicknamed himas "Mr. Snookums" and "Mr.Sunshine"
since she had no idea about the underworld.

Fury's age is unknown. He never told it to anyone, so probably no one
will know in the future, either.

• Gender •

Go away, I'm male.

• My Accessories •

Do I have to tell you? fine, ugh.

• Ninja Star
For fighting purposes -_-
• Dolphin Necklace
Ehhh, don't ask. I love dolphins.
• Rotten sandwich
How did that get here?
• Scythe
Its red. you know it's blood.

[right]


^ I read this when I was in 5th grade. It was sad |D
Fury hates this./right]

[growl.lingo]

Oh dear death gods <3 I love this so much , I'm definately going to try for her <333

.: Name :.
"My name is Loli jones."
.: Name meaning :.
Loli means pain in spanish
Jones means
.: Gender :.
"Female quiet obviously."
.: Age :.
"The age of a shinigami is a heavily protected seceret."
In all honesty Loli has long forgotten her age. Though she is more than certain that she has been dead for at least the last three centuries.
.: Personality :.
"What a question to make me irate. If you're only going to ask annoying questions than I advise you to leave me be. Or not. Though if you stupidly choose the second option I'll be ending this conversastion myself with my scythe and a collected cinamatic record."
Loli is quiet the fickle when it comes to a definate personality. She for the most part is quiet irritible. She takes her job seriously and is very efficent. She values work being done right above most everything else. She has few , or for the most part no friends , and wants to keep it that way. She is stoic and cold , but unlike most people who seem so cold is not mean per say. She does not go out of her way to make others upset , and would much rather cheer some one up than cause any type of harm to them. Of course she is to shy for that and has built up a wall of un carying so no one can get close to her.
.: History :.
"I do not have time to tell you , nor do I wish to. If you don't leave me be I'll have no problem adding you to the 'to die' list , human. Why don't you go and bother one of the new trainees , I'm sure they have all the time in the world to answer you're questions , unlike me , who has field work to attend to shortly. I'll not stand for a demon getting the soul I'm to collect ,just to answer the questions of an inquistive person."
Loli no longer remembers correctly how she died as it happened quiet a long time ago , but she does know that it had to do about helping some one else , if she recalls correctly in a robbery. The robber , a man , had stolen some of her friends money , Loli caring deeply for her few friends did not intent to let some crook get away and went after him , this led to the ending of her life , and the offer to become a Shinigami.
.: Art :.
I plan on doing quiet a lot of art , so I'll be editing this shortly <3
Oh and this is very much a Work in Progress , barely even a skelington of the final forum and most of the stuff on here will most likely be changed as I think of a story for loli <3

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“ E ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ʏ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ ɪ s ᴀ ᴍ ᴏ ᴏ ɴ , ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ʜ ᴀ s ᴀ ᴅ ᴀ ʀ ᴋ s ɪ ᴅ ᴇ ᴡ ʜ ɪ ᴄ ʜ ʜ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ s ʜ ᴏ ᴡ s ᴛ ᴏ ᴀ ɴ ʏ ʙ ᴏ ᴅ ʏ . ”

Facade

/fəˈsäd/
Noun: An outward appearance
that is maintained to conceal a less
pleasant or creditable reality.

Others call him
this, nobody knows
his true birth name.
The name Facade, after
his lies and secrets, stuck.

Male, he finds it utterly absurd
that anyone should think that such
a jewel mane dragon could be female.

Currently, in human years, he
is around the age of 18 to 19. Facade
is sometimes seen as older than he is.

Quite frankly, Facade is a secret
keeping liar. He is a quiet JMD and
often doesn't speak at all, letting his
movements do the talking. Without
words, you can still easily tell what he
is thinking, as he often uses body
language, such as nodding, lashing
his tail, and rolling his eyes to get
people to understand what he means
to say. It is much easier for Facade
to keep secrets if he does not speak.
But it also makes it harder to lie. Lies
flow off his tongue easily and convincingly,
and he often has to lie to get by. He
tells people he hasn't eaten in days, or
has roamed the land looking for shelter,
just so he can get a place to crash for
a few days. Many people avoid him for
his qualities, but he secretly wants company.



I don't care what anyone says. There is
nothing scarier than bobbing helplessly
against the mighty force of the ocean.
How did I end up splashing and slamming
against the water? It began like any other
day would, for me anyway. I was a young

Optimism

Bubbly people

Annoying people

Loud places

Feeling weak

Being idle

Truth

Romance

Weak JMDs

The ocean

Criticism

Being rejected

dragon, very small for my age. The runt,

Quiet places

Training

Showing off

Lying

Deceiving

Being silent

His skill

Revenge

Danger

Risk taking

His scythe

Being at peace

to be precise. I picked fights with my
siblings, trying to prove my strength.
On one of my useless treks, I even found
a scythe, a human object that, when I
presented to my parents, scared them.
I never intended to hurt anyone, until
one day one of my brothers took it too
far. I was cast out and bullied by all
of them, and each day as I tried to play
they turned it into a wrestling match.
Some days I felt like I was going to die
from their rough play. I had to get back
at them. I challenged the most dominant
sibling of mine, a strong male that took
the most after my father, to a wrestling
match. What I didn't tell him was I'd be
bringing my scythe, despite my parents'
warnings to never use it. Gathering
my courage, I began the wresting match
normally, and as my brother had me pinned,

• Carries his scythe

in his mouth at all

times and never

lets it leave his

sight.

• When fighting,

he does not use

his magic unless

in dire situations,

and only uses his

scythe.

• On rare occasions,

in which he eats

cupcakes, he only eats

the frosting.

I rolled myself to a tree where I had hidden

• Thalassophobia -

sea fear, ocean fear,

lake fear, pond fear,

etc.

• Kakorrhaphiophobia -

Fear of failure or defeat.

• Antlophobia -

Fear of floods.

• Enosiophobia or

Enissophobia -

Fear of having

committed an unpardonable

sin or of criticism.

Gelotophobia-

Fear of being laughed at.

my scythe and took it in my mouth, and
my brother screamed just at the sight of
the thing. He backed up, and I swung,
to no avail. He was too swift, and the scythe
was still to big for my tiny body. Out of
nowhere, a huge force (I would soon know
the force as all of my siblings teaming up
to shove me off the edge) shoved me over the
cliff. Soon I was bobbing helplessly, my
tiny body useless against the crashing waves.
I had never felt such fear. A shock of thunder
only intensified my feelings of horror. I
registered that my scythe was not sinking, the
handle must be made of wood before I spruced
it up. I gasped and paddled myself, using all of
my effort, to the scythe and gripped it. I stared
up at the clifftop, seeing the horrified faces on my
siblings, and now even my parents. That night
in the pouring rain, the only thing keeping me
alive was the scythe floating me along, was
the last night I would ever cry. It took me
a long time to find land, and by then I had
become strong. I used my new endurance
and strength to push my strength past my
natural limits, and have since sworn never
to tell anybody the story of my past. Nobody
except one person: you.

Understanding

Sensitive

Alert

Strong

Flexible

Activity: Training/Fighting

Liar

Secretive

Silent

Dark

Rude

Animal: Wolves
Book: He doesn't read very often.
Color: Blood red, maybe silver.
Dessert: Mangos
Drink: Water [He lives in the wild, not alot
of options are available for him.]
Element: Darkness
Environment: Oceans, forests, maybe cliffs
Meal: Rabbits
Place: The cliff he was pushed off as a child


What is your favorite possession?

*Rolls eyes, holding scythe in his mouth with an "Are you kidding me" look on his face*

Okay, jeez. I have to ask. Anyway, have you ever hurt anyone with that scythe of yours?

*Shrugs, eyes darting nervously, and shies away suspiciously*

Hang on, don't go! I have to ask you more questions! How well can you lie?

*Clears throat, and puts a look of innocence and helplessness on face*
"E-excuse me, I've been wandering these woods for a-a few days now, and I haven't been
able to find any food.. D-do you, if it isn't any trouble, anyway.. Have anything I could eat..?"

Wow, that was convincing! What's the hardest secret for you to keep?

*Lashes tail, irritated at the question* "The secret of my past."

Okay, I think those are all the questions I have.. Anything else to say?

"Good riddance!"

Ah.. The red glow.. I get asked about that far too often.. The explanation isn't very
exciting, though it is an unusual one.. My mother had a red jewel, the power of fire.
My father had a black jewel, the power of strength. I was born with a black jewel, in fact
I was the only one of my litter. Yet my troublesome brothers always beat me in wrestling
matches by cheating and using fire. I wanted to change my jewel color desperately. I tried
to unlock the mysteries of fire by watching every one I could, including the ones hat my
siblings started. I felt like I knew everything about fire, but when I tried to use my flame
abilities, all that happened was what usually did: a sudden surge of strength that enabled
me to crush things easily. But I did feel a slight warm flame within me, and, shocked, I
darted to the nearest pond, expecting my jewel color to have changed. All that happened,
to my disappointment, was a faint reddish glow that now surrounded my jewels. I padded
back home, upseted. But, to this day, I still feel a spark of warm flame every time I use
my jewel's powers of destruction.


The icy rain beat against the ground, slowly eroding it. A flash of dark grey and black
whirred by, holding a large object that appeared to be a scythe. He navigated the forest
where he had been born with expert speed and agility, even while wielding the scythe.
Occasionally he halted only for a moment to split a thin tree, completely chopping it in half.
Some of his ruin was already present from previous destruction. This was how he took
out his feelings, silently destroying anything he could reach within range of his scythe's
deadly blade. Some jewel mane dragons called him the Shadow Killer, or Forest Scythe
Holder. Mostly though, he was called by one name: Facade. He loved to lie and deceive,
even though he didn't have a reputation for talking often. He did, however, have a
reputation for lying, putting on fake appearances, deceiving, backstabbing, and hiding
his identity. The name Facade easily suited the shadowed dragon. He began to think
of how things would have turned out if he wasn't born small, but with a sudden flash of
anger, he slashed his scythe at a bird and watched it fall to the ground like an apple from
a tree. Setting down his scythe carefully, he trotted over to the bird and took a bite out
of it, carefully keeping watch of his scythe to ensure that it stayed near him. This was how
most days went. Most jewel mane dragons had a sturdy home, a family, and sometimes
even a human owner. He never envied these dragons, they lived the lives of weaklings,
and he was willing to bet that most of them didn't even know how to hunt properly. Facade
sighed, taking another bite of his bird, and thinking. Thinking about how things could be
different. Secretly wanting things to be different.


I came upon the scythe as a very young jewel mane dragon. I was out on a walk, escaping
the pressures of family. I wandered deep into the forest near our den, and as I walked I
hardly paid attention to anything, nothing except something shining that caught my eye.
It was a beautiful weapon, with a single blade that stretched long and beautiful. It had
sharp points on both sides, and a wonderful red orb at the top. It was impaled into a tree,
leaving a wonderfully crisp cut. I took grip of the thing with my mouth, holding it as if I
had been wielding it my whole life. With great trembling effort, I wrenched it from the tree,
which was much harder than you'd think. It shone with an appreciation that I have never
received from anything. With fury from everything I'd been through as a weak runt, I swung
the scythe clumsily, and I nearly chopped the tree it had been struck in clear apart. I knew
then and there that the scythe was a weapon, a weapon to be used wisely.
Until I foolishly turned the thing on my brother.
Nowadays I carry it in my mouth with me wherever I go. Other jewel mane dragons fear me.
I like it when people fear me.


Voice: Hard, pushy, loud, and rude. Because he rarely speaks, it can be very raspy from disuse.
Height: 15'2", the average size of a mustang. He would be larger if he was not the runt.
Weight: 750 pounds, again, the average weight of a mustang.
Family: Two brothers and a sister, as well as a mother and father. He was teased alot.
Friends: He lives by himself, has and will for all of his life. He prefers the lonely life of a rogue.
Enemies: Facade has many.
Language(s): English, that is all he speaks and all he ever will speak.
Posture: Slouches, usually never stands up straight. His scythe is rather heavy and has caused his slouch.
Demeanor: Rejects and avoids most by doing what he does best: keeping silent and sliding into shadows.
Theme song: SAIL - Awolnation. Though he does not have A.D.D., I find the lyrics of sick pride and being different very suiting.
Birthday: Actually, only he knows. His family has long forgotten, and he tells nobody, which is
why his exact age is unknown. All that is known is that he was born in the fall.


[Note: This is written/recorded in the point of view of him as a child]
Today was no better than any other day, I was subdued in a match with my sister, which was
extremely humiliating, to say the least. My tiny body is just so useless! Why can't I be big like
Mum or Dad? Why did I have to be the runt? I could be so strong! I have to do something! I
can't go on like this, dealing with the torment! I can't.. Don't make me, please! I want to be
big. Please, can I wake up some day and realize this was all a dream, and I was always big like
my siblings? Can I at least do something about it..? Please.. I can't take the torment anymore..

Today my prayers were answered. I found a sharp thing in the woods and I took it with me.
Holding it felt so natural.. Like I had been holding it my whole life.. My parents made me get
rid of it. I was very mad, and I almost attacked them, but I held back. I took my frustration
out on my siblings, who, as always, easily defeated me. I didn't throw the sharp thing away,
though. I kept it, it's in a groove I found under a tree. It's hidden from view there, besides
the little red orb and small blade on the end. I wonder if I will use it again.. It must have
been destiny for me to find it, just like it was for me to earn the strange red glow around
my jewels. I have to find a reason for me discovering my new weapon.

I learned that the weapon is called a scythe. And boy, am I mad.. I asked to play with my
siblings today, a last attempt at peace, if you will; they were playing hide and go seek. They
said I could play, and I was elated. But when they found me, my oldest brother tackled me.
Hard. I skidded so hard against a rock and I even smelt blood on my fur. I couldn't see it with
my dark fur, but I knew I was bleeding. I cried, and my siblings all laughed at me.. Then I swore
to myself to get revenge. I made a plan, later today I will invite my brother to fight on the cliffside.
I will hide my scythe behind a tree, and when he thinks he has me pinned, I will roll to grab
the scythe. I will attack him, and if I fail to hit him I will drop the scythe and push him off
the cliff. Either way, I will get revenge on him for pushing me around my entire life, and he
will hurt the way I've been hurt every day! I will be on top!
[Another note: Facade's siblings and parents are not canon JMDs.]

This is how I

Show my love

I made it in my

Mind because

I blame it on my

A.D.D., baby.

This JMD is striking. I have not tried for any

This is how an

Angel cries

I blame it on my

Own sick pride

I blame it on my

A.D.D., baby.

JMDs on the new lines, but this one caught my
eye. I have been looking for a dark JMD, one
that would be a bad boy or a general dark one.
Don't even get me started on how amazing this
guy is. The amazing design is complemented
by the perfect amount of red, and those eyes
are dazzling and unique. Not to mention the scythe.
He is the JMD I have been waiting for. My dream JMD.

Maybe I'm a different breed

Maybe I'm not listening

So blame it on my A.D.D., baby!

I would definitely be active if I ever gained the privilege to

own this amazingly gorgeous JMD. Though I am very
shy, I might not join extremely public roleplays, but I would
do private ones [most likely through PM] with my friends.
I would surely make art, commissioned, traditional, and
computer drawn. I have more time IRL, though, so most
of it will probably be traditional. He would not collect dust
or be left to rot. I, .chilipepper., give you my full word and
hereby promise to care for and be active with this JMD if I
manage a miracle and win this amazing boy.

I grow more and more anxious as each day the end date
draws nearer, and my heart skips a beat after every new post.

Sail with me into the dark..

Sail with me into the dark..

Drawn by me c:

Work in progress, wear a hard hat!

[PPr:Kut]

WIP as soon as possible!

[. : cry : .]

Oh my gosh. So very definitely reserved!