[Umbrakinesis]

Name}}
J u s t i c e.
I dunno, it just popped into my head.
Which, actually, is what most names do.
Gender}}
M a l e.
Justice would indeed be male;
I just can't see him as a girl.
Theme Song}}
C l o s e . e n o u g h?
Justice's theme song would be Red River jig.
Fiddle and Violin are actually the same instrument; it's the music that makes the difference.
Story}}
I . S o l e m n l y . s w e a r . t o . n o t . b e . c l i c h é
I stood on the riverbank, my fiddle and bow poised to begin. I had been coming down here every night for ... how long now? Months? Weeks? Almost a year. My parents wanted me to play violin, poised and regal as they were. They couldn't tolerate the happy music that I played and sort of danced to. I couldn't tolerate the sadness I felt whenever I heard a violin. And guess what? I had to endure violin lessons twice a week. It was a comfort to come down here, where they couldn't hear me from the mansion. I began to play a lively song, lifting the negativity that afternoon's lesson had brought down on me. I jumped and danced around, my feet sounding like a quiet drum on the soft, damp forest grass. I had forgotten it was firefly time until one landed on my nose, staying there stubbornly while I danced. I stopped to catch my breath and sat down on a rock that jutted out over the slow water. Squinting, I could see the glimmer of minnows below the surface. I looked into the trees and then the sky, enjoying the feeling of being alive in the cool night air. I watched as a red fox stepped shyly from the underbrush, ate the food I had left earlier, and vanished again. I danced for a little longer, then lay down on my back and watched the stars and the occasional swooping shadow of an owl. I wished I could live here, because this was my world.
One Extra; personality}}
I really want to do some art to go with my story, but in the end I decided on personality instead.
R e b e l l i o u s.
Justice's parents were all fancy and such, but he's always been a boy and a child at heart. He basically did what they hated by sneaking down to his secret place every night, inviting friends over without permission, and occasionally engaging in an act of mischief.
C u r i o u s.
Justice can't help investigating everything. This sometimes gets him honor, but more often he ends up blamed for a crime he didn't commit.
M u s i c a l.
I couldn't think of a better way to put this, so there you go. Justice loves all music, as long as it's happy, but he favors fiddle, accordion, harmonica or bagpipes, some of which distinguish him further as an oddball.
I m a g i n i t i v e.
Justice has a habit of drifting off at rather bad times. This is probably why he isn't in a mental hospital yet; he daydreamed in violin lessons. Justin is sometimes accused of having an overactive imagination, but he knows the difference between daydreams and reality.
L o y a l.
It may take a bit of effort to make friends with Justice, but once you succeed he's the best friend you could wish for.
O p i n i o n a t e d.
Justice may not always voice his opinions if he feels it doesn't matter - but when he does Justice is hard to sway and extremely stubborn.

[Curious]

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name ;;
>> This is Minuet. Minuet is a musical term, a social dance of French origin for two people, usually in 3/4 time.

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gender ;;
>> Minuet is a female, of course. I just couldn't really view her as a male.

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theme song ;;
>> The Mozart Violin Concerto, a true, beautifully written classic I thought matched her perfectly.

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story ;;
>> One fateful night, a mother died at a pair of twin baby dragons' birth, the male brother was weak and didn't survive for a full ten minuets. The female was left alone--her father left in tears at his mate's fate. She had nothing to live for. There she lay beside her fallen kin for days. Until, suddenly, something beautiful, soft, and smooth filled the baby's ears--the wonderful sound of music! How she chirped and squeaked along to it until joy opened her eyes to see where she had been born--the attic above an orchestra theater. She gazed into a window, peeking down upon the entre performance with a perfect view. An entire group of humans played their flutes, violins, and instruments, and a couple danced together on a huge platform in rhythmic harmony.
She grew and survived on the scraps found down a small stairway into a small pantry on the floor, and secretly listened and studied music terms and how to play violin through a vent looking into a small music classroom where children were taught. Eventually, the baby decided a name for herself, Minuet, after the first musical performance she ever saw, that gave her a purpose in life, and changed her destiny forever, and how her heart danced along to the beautiful sounds like that pair of humans in love with one another.

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occupation ;;
>> Minuet, being taught violin and inspired to show the musical wonder to others, teaches music classes to younger JBDs.

[Meep Meep]

Name:
Gender:
Theme Song (violin)
Story:
One Extra:

[Cranberries]

Name:
Gender:
Theme Song (violin)
Story:
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[Rabbitheart]

» Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ «
Female

» Ｎａｍｅ «
Via Lynn

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» Ｔｈｅｍｅｓｏｎｇ (Ｖｉｏｌｉｎ) «

“Song of the Caged Bird” by Lindsey Stirling
I know someone has already selected this song for their form and while I wanted to be original, I fell in love this song when I first heard it while camping with my family last week. My brother played it on his MP3 player at night while the two of us were sitting around the fire waiting for our parents to get back and I thought it was the most beautiful song I had ever heard on violin by a very skilled violinist. I listened to the song to help inspire me to create the below story and listened to it as I wrote her personality.This is why I selected it, but the reason why it is Via Lynn's theme song is because she feels it expresses her, she feels trapped by the confines of society, sheltered life, and her own comfort zone, wanting to be free to do what she wants without fear of being judged, ridiculed, or considered weird or crazy or because she's so shy.

» Ｓｔｏｒｙ«

"Story of the Caged Bird"

The below story is told from Via Lynn's perspective

My favorite song, "Song of the Caged Bird" by Lindsey Sterling, is playing on repeat on my MP3 Player as I sit on my bed and think to myself. Looking out the window, I smile faintly and let out a sigh of longing as I see the beautifully transformed landscape brought about by the full moon’s light. I find that old desire, to go out there and play my violin or dance under the magical silvery light of the moon to whatever classical melody comes pouring from my radio, returning. I have wanted to do this since I was very young. I don’t truly know where it began, but as I hear the beautiful melody pouring from the speaker hooked up to my MP3 player, I have a feeling I might know.

Apparently, when I was very young, my mother played violin music to help me to sleep or to calm me down. Due to this and my markings, my parents decided to name me Via Lynn. I obviously don’t remember any of this, but what I do remember is this one magical night when I was still quite young. There was this old brown digital AM/FM radio alarm clock with red digital numbers, the brown surface was splattered with what I thought were specks of white paint. The radio was locked away in this display case set in the middle of the white wooden cabinet Father made for me and mounted in one corner of my room. At some random hour that night, the radio went off for the first time I could remember. The music which poured forth was classical music, but to me, as a young bean, it was ballet music. I couldn't get into the display case, so if I had wanted to turn it off; my only option would have been to unplug it, but I didn't want to.

That night, it never occurred to me that the reason the radio went off was due to some glitch, or as a sign that it was dying. To me, it was pure magic. As if something or someone was telling me something. Something that knew I was having a hard time sleeping, begging me to listen to this seemingly dead genre of music, as a lullaby. Instead of lulling me to sleep, I was left with a desire to dance like a ballerina or mime the actions of a violinist to the beautiful orchestrations. I kept my radio’s problem my little secret and would try to dance like a ballerina to whatever melody poured forth from the radio whenever it happened to go off. There were many nights when nothing came from my radio, but I would stay up as long as I could, hoping to hear something, anything, from my radio. Maybe this is why I want to do the same thing, but outside in the nice cool grass under the light of the silver moon.

On nights like this, when the moon is at its full phase, I always find myself wondering why I don’t just throw open the window, hop outside, and do precisely what I've been dreaming of. Then I remember how dangerous it can be. That there are all sorts of carnivorous creatures of the night outside my house that might harm me, but my only alternative is to dance in my room, but one look at my messy floor and I realize that won’t happen anytime soon. Sometimes, I feel so trapped and confined in my room, caged.

Why am I thinking about this instead of doing it? I wonder to myself, resolving to remedy this issue. I get up and start clearing away my floor as fast as I can, spinning around in time to the music as I clear a space for me to dance. When I'm done and before the song starts again, I ready myself to dance to the song. When it starts playing, I dance as I feel a ballerina would to the music, letting the music flow within my heart and flow with the motions of both my body and favorite scarf. This is what it’s like to be free.

The story is precisely 700 words long, maybe less without the code.

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Via Lynn is extremely shy, reserved, and naive due to her sheltered upbringing. She was raised with old fashioned morals, so her mannerisms and overall behavior seems out-dated to many beans. She has a few friends, though she hardly seems to spend much time with them, thinking that they would much rather be hanging out with their other friends than with her. Mostly, she just keeps to herself, her violin, and her music. She has a tendency to have her head up in the clouds dreaming when she is alone, fiddling with her favorite scarf that she wears with everything, even if it doesn't exactly match, as she daydreams. Though she is an adult bean, she has retained much of the imagination and wonder of childhood, making her a very sweet, innocent, and child-like bean.

This, of course, causes some problems due to her innocence and the fact that she is always thinking of others before herself, often putting aside her plans for the day so that she can help a friend in need. She has a hard time being assertive and is very trusting, the combination of these two often end up getting her into trouble in that she is constantly being taken advantage of by others and never has any time left to do whatever she might have wanted to do. She doesn't mind being taken advantage of though, she'd rather help someone if they're struggling with something that she could easily help them with than doing something that probably wasn't all that important anyway, plus, she likes the feeling of being needed.

Via Lynn is very sweet tempered and affectionate, a bean would be hard pressed to get her to yell or snap at them for anything. She isn't easy to frustrate, but when she becomes frustrated over something, she's make some sort of angry noise, a harrumph, steps away from whatever it is and cool off; usually listening to or playing the violin to help her cool off.

She is also extremely modest and humble, never thinking too highly of herself or in her abilities, not even her skills at playing the violin. She believes she is not all that pretty or good looking, whenever other beans tell her how pretty they think she is or how talented she is at playing the violin, she always believes that they are merely being very courteous. She doesn't see herself as being a very amusing bean to be with and during a conversation, is listening more to what others say instead of doing much talking herself. She might throw a few words in here and there, but otherwise, she remains mostly silent. However, on the occasion when she does talk, she can be rather long-winded and has problems getting right to a point, which is why she doesn't talk much because she's afraid of losing everyone and feeling awkward when she's done talking.

She is also very enthusiastic and holiday spirited, often jumping wholeheartedly into holidays and other such events, from dressing up her house and room to dressing up in costume. Though she's very shy and feels a bit self-conscious about it, this is one of the few things she doesn't care if she's ridiculed about.

This is my first time trying out for a JBD, so I hope that I've done everything right. ^^; I tried to match the color of my headers to match her gorgeous violet eyes.

Also, I'd like to thank everyone who helped me in fine tuning my form, from my current CS friends to the friends I'm making now on the JBD Fanclub Chat, thank you so much for all your help. It will always be appreciated, no matter what. ♥

[Lord of The Mark]

Music is moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.
-Plato
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Name:
Damascus
Gender:
Male
Theme Song
Kecharitomene-Loreena McKennet
I chose this song because it was mysterious and a bit dark and quiet at points, like Damascus.
Story:
Damascus curled up next to a fence post, wrapping his scarf over his nose. 
Today had been hard. He had only earned just enough money to buy him dinner for that night.
A cold winter breeze blew through his fur. No money meant no place to stay. Which meant he was on his own for shelter. If it had been spring or summer time the jellybean dragon would have been fine, but it was winter.
Damascus was what you would call a gypsie. He played his violin to earn money and traveled wherever he decided to go.
As of right now, he was in Oklahoma. 
Ever since he was a bean Damascus had wanted to travel, but his parents, Solomon and Mary, had never approved.
Solomon was a professional Violinist and Mary stayed at home with Damascus. 
There did come a day when Damascus was old enough to leave the house, and his parents said:
"Go on your own for a year, without any money or help from us to show that you are capable of providing for yourself."   
It may seem harsh, but that was how Solomon had found his job when he was his age.
So that April, Damascus took his violin and his scarf and left. 
Seven months later here he was.
Playing his violin on the streets and sleeping outside most every night.
But Damascus loved it. 
He wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world.
Damascus had started to take violin lessons from his father at a young age. Now he played almost perfectly.
"Get out of my field!" 
A voice interrupted the JBD's thoughts. To his left a farmer stood, wrapped up in a dark coat.
Damascus nodded, a little annoyed, and stood up slowly, not wanting to cause any trouble.
He swung his violin case over his back and began to pad away.
"wait..." the other dragon said, "you have nowhere to go?"
Damascus shook his head.
"well...I guess you could stay here.."
Damascus's ears pricked up, surprised, and he turned around, "that would be nice."
"follow me." the farmer said simply, leading him towards his house.
"I don't have any money to pay you with." Damascus said truthfully.
"You can play." the farmer motioned to his violin case, "my wife is with her family this weekend so no one else is her but me."
Damascus smiled, opening his case. He tuned the violin and began to play.
Personality:
Damascus is a calm, mysterious JBD that has a knack for the violin. (he has been playing since he was young)
The kind of dragon you may see one day, and be gone the next.
Damascus doesn't have many friends, due to the fact that he doesn't stay in one place very long, but he does make a friend every once and awhile.
He may seem a little standoffish when you first meet him but once you get to know him he can be very kind.
Gifts:
Playing the violin
Damascus has played the violin most of his life. He was as you might say, 'born to play it' because of his fur.
Hiking
He has to walk to get wherever he wants to go.
Holding his temper
Damascus isn't very quick to anger, and if he was, it could get him into trouble.
Flaws:
Singing
He may be good at the violin, but singing is not one of his talents.
Using anything technology-related
Damascus prefers to talk to someone in person, and the internet isn't of much use to him.
He walks with a slight limp on his left side
(due to falling out of a tree when he was young)
Likes:
Traveling
Damascus travels for a living, and he loves it.
Seeing new places
He gets excited everytime he visits somewhere new.
Blackberries
These are his favorite fruit. He buys them whenever he can.
Dislikes:
Talking too much
When Damascus was a child, he usually got in trouble for talking (mainly for what he talked about) so now he just doesn't talk much alltogether.
People who talk too much
They tend to annoy him.
Climbing trees
Damascus had an accident when he was younger, and he broke his leg falling out of a tree.
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I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water.
-Ray Charles

(thus, this is the end of my forum, I hope you like it! (I apologize if it isn't that pretty, I haven't quite figured everything on this site out)

[diplocaulus]

sorry for taking up sapce not feeling it for this beann as much

[ArizonaT3a]

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"I am Alexandria Beat, the Alexandria Beats. I was named that because of my love and color of music."

I am a female, one with a good taste of music <3

Anti Gavity - Lindsey Stirling I picked this because it describes me, listen to the beats and string. Get to know me like no other, I have a world to show you that's hidden in music.

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"Come now come all, to the story of my life!"
'I'll start from when I was a young 'lass.'
"Dad!!" I yelled in rage, I used to be quite the noisey beat.
"Enough! I can play and be whatever I want!!"
I hollored throughout the white marbled mansion, I was fighting with my dad again. He wanted me to be an actor, not a musician, especially a dubstep one.
"Alexandria you may not ruin the Beat's blood with that distasteful music! I raised you to be better than that!"
Hollored the old man of mine at me, he was trying to get me to take acting lessons.
"Dad, I don't want to be an actor and listen as you say our last name. It is BEAT! Music dad, music!"
I yelled, laughing as I stormed off. I'd show him what being a beat really means! I grabbed my boombox and violin and rushed through the door, I stood on the sidewalk of the mall and began to play when I got there.

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I hooked my violin up and turned the amp up wile clicking the play button on my boombox, I started to play (she is playing her theme song :3). As I strumed, I got into the melody. I swayed to the beat and the strings as I started to dance, I saw people and beans surround me.
I danced around and my music noted scarf swayed with me, I showed them a bit of my life. I twirled and jumped like I was a bird dancing in the wind, I rushed and slowed when the song did. I watched out of the corner of my purple eyes my dad rush into the mall's lot to stop me, he stopped and listened.
I played a bit louder for him to hear my meaning, I wanted them, everyone to know I am not a bean that blends in but sticks out. At the end of my song, everyone clapped and I bowed. My dad rushed forward to hug me.
"Well done Alexandria Beat, I understand now. I'm sorry for trying to make you change,"
He told me, I hugged back.
"Its ok, I understand you did wht you thought best.

One extra
“To be yourself in a
world that is constantly
trying to make you
something else is the
greatest accomplishment.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
This was the finale to a great form!

[Wolf in a Fedora]

good luck everyone! sorry it says I edited my form today, something went wrong with my format and I had to fix it :c I hope that's okay? i hope this isn't spam, if it is pm me and I'll be sure to delete it! ;///;

[Qiokkabee]

Name•
I thought a beautiful name for her was Zamira.
I honestly think it fits her beautiful design and I can already see what
her personality would be really. A gentle heart with a loving personality,
a great sense of musical humor, a melodic voice, and eyes shining like
a gem, the gem leading to the soul of the strings on a violin, containing
what made her spirit shine more.

Gender
I've always thought of this JBD as a female. It may be a male if it had a more masculine look to me,
but since I can see the shine in her eyes, the beautiful flow of the colors on her fur, this, to me,
gives her a more feminine look. I love the way she looks, I love the
design, I love the scarf, it gives her that beautiful, feminine look.~<3


Theme Song {violin}
As I inspected her, I thought of different songs but the
first one that came to my mind was a beautiful classic, one woman,
4-instrument orchestra. Also know as, Riu Riu Chiu
It has a sort of calm, steady heart to the beat and I can see her
playing it, I can see it fit her like a bow fits to the strings, strings
attached to the violin, which makes the whole heaven of music.
I had also found another two songs that goes along with her that
she can dance to as she plays her violin, know as Kingdom Dance,
from Tangled and Bond - Explosive The second half of the first one is what gave me
the idea of her dancing and playing her heart out to the world. The second
is just epic and with all her heart, she gives out everything from the inside.

Story
{this story goes with, "Kingdom Dance." Feel free to
listen to it while reading to liven up the story!~

The whole lake was covered, hidden by the wooden boats floating in the water.
The kingdom was quiet, not a sound, not even the soft, croaky chirps of the crickets,
roaming about, hidden by the green, grass darkened by the shadows of the night.
The waters were barely heard as small waves gently hit the sides of the boats, moving
them around, but barely moving a centimeter as some of the bows of the boats were
roped together to be kept together. Until a small light was seen, flaring on and floating
in midair, or so it's seemed to young Zamira, as she peeked out from a boat in the very center.

Her dull, purple eyes slowly lit up when a small firefly stood on the end of her snout,
lighting up her eyes, though the bug looked invisible as the darkness of the night
surrounded it. It's wings flapped every so slightly, pressed against the little lighted
bug's body as she giggled at it then looked up to see a glow coming from the far right.
That was her signal, that was a signal that told her that she was to start her music of
the night, her dance of the wild, her performance into the darkness of the night.

The sound of a small group of tambourines started to the side, then joined by
what sounded like a banjo. Yes, the music evenly flowed into her eyes, and she slowly
rose to her back legs, playing quietly on her violin, slowly having the music flow, the
music notes visibly seen by her own violet eyes, music notes, bouncing and floating
out of her violin, making a trail float around in circles around the group of boats.
She played her violin perfectly, fiddling off peacefully, then the sound of another soft
violin at another corner, the more she played, the more she hopped around onto each boat,
one by one, spinning in circles as she hopped around into each edge of the boats, hopping
onto the wooden seats, leaping gracefully across, she closed her eyes and imagined herself
hopping onto different clouds, the thought of a white rainbow appearing across the sky,
hiding the black rainbow of the night.

She listened when the music suddenly grew silent then the sound of her violin rose loudly
and played a magnificent tune, filling up the night with happiness, filling up her heart more with
courage, belief, imagination, music! Her beautiful white, glowing scarf flapped around, the
sound of it clapping into her ear at the beat, making it even easier for her to just soak in this
yearly experience. How beautiful it felt to play the tune, she could here some stomping, a
xylophone then the sound of clapping surrounded her as the subjects of the clapping clapped
to the beat, the organs to the simply getting louder and louder, making her dash quickly and
quicker, around on every single boat, but the magic was seen when she stepped on every boat.
Every single time she stepped on the boat, a small lamp of light slowly floated up.

Finally, when the music came to it's loudest point, her feet jumped to the last boat, which
turned out to be the one in the middle, the last boat to land a foot on, while dancing in the
darkness of the night and she froze, all lights burning off, the music done, silence taking over.
Once everything went dark, she slowly slid the violin off her shoulder and looked up around her.
Each time a small pair of eyes appeared, one by one, the small sound of a high note on the
xylophone played. Each pair of eyes glinted, giving her a feeling of satisfaction, being her
mindful audience.

She looked back at every pair of eyes, scanning through the crowd. And with that, an invisible
smile burned onto her lips and she looked up with violet eyes that reflected with the moon's light.
She had done it. She has danced the dance of the wild, she had played a part of a song of her heart,
she had performed the Kingdom Dance, the sound of music, into the darkness, of the night...

{story word count: exactly 700}


One Extra
{The following that you are about to read is at Zamira's point of view, all in imagination and mind of sweet content, character, warm smile from the special dragon, the dragon with the heart to pull words and translate them to a beautiful lecture, a beautiful lesson...~}


Music was the soul of my heart, in which my heat sat in me, protected by my own soul. I can remember the day I saw a violin. A blur of brown, then my eyes lightened and I could see the world in front of my, the mighty musical world. I thought, that from that day, things would change the way they would be in the future, that furthermore into my imagination, I would see more things, things that enlightened my in the shadows of music and I would make those shadows go away, let everyone know that music is the key to my heart.

Because once I achieve playing and learning and seeing the lies from those who do not understand the meaning of music, I will take my experience, my lectures in my heart, and I will teach those exact souls what it really means to listen to music.

Because if I don't, the life of music would end!
The life of every melodic, musical sound would die, no one would listen! No one would care! No one would do something if music came to an end!
And what's worse is that when those souls die, just as the music did, would they know the purpose that applied to every life?! Would they understand, would they understand the purpose of music?!

No...
Because they didn't care. Because they wouldn't want to know why their here, tey wouldnt care about the purpose of life!
They would never know!

....

But that's not a bad thing...never will it be a bad thing...because they would listen and pay attention to the ones they love...
The one that hugged them...
The one that smiled at them,
The one that annoyed them,
The one that encouraged them,
The one that filled them with the faint color of their life,
The one who did everything to support the truth for them!

But it's okay, because all those people they knew who knows them back, spoke with words of truth, sang the words of music, while the notes floating around their heads. They write down thise notes, and those notes stay.

Because life, wouldn't be complete without at least one hint of color, and one note from music.~