Hiccup wrote:What is a Jellybean Dragon?
A Jellybean Dragon is a fluffy, friendly dragon that hatches from a jellybean-like egg. Their diet consists of fruits and insects, but they also love sweets and desserts. Their fur is soft and long, usually brightly colored and it's always neat and shiny. Jellybean Dragons are gentle and happy, and love attention. Most are Great Dane-sized when they are fully grown, but some of them can grow as big as a cow. All Jellybean Dragons have pouches on their bellies, which they use to carry around food or younger JBDs.
So yeah, that is what a JBD is! : D
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End Date; May 10th
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Ivara wrote:Status:Just got to finish my dislikes, finish making my art, order more art, and finish writing my witty comments. I finished my history!
Name:You say you simply don't know who I am? Looks like it's time to make another number one fan.
Sofethol, (SO - PHeT - chol) meaning sandstorm in Hebrew. This name would usually be in two separate words, but those words would not mean sand and storm, only together would they mean sandstorm. These two words combined are not the same as their roots, as they are changed a bit to allow them to combine and become sandstorm. Just as is this JBD is not simply a JBD, his name is not simply two words next to each other. Sofethol veers from the normal path, choosing to be an artist rather than someone's companion or belonging to forests like the wild JBDs. He is a raging sandstorm, a changer. He charges though, changing the sands, and leaves them calmer and smoother after than they were before.
Gender:A genders a gender, a names a name, which ever you are doesn't change the main game.
With his beautiful coloration and blending reds, what else would Sofethol be but a male? I just look at Sofethol and think male, I would never even consider thinking of him as a female.
Personality:I'm an artist, and make no doubt. Paintings what I'm all about.
Witty, what better way to describe Sofethol, who can cause a whole circle of JBDs around him to burst out laughing at his comments? The way he talks only expresses this side of his personality even more. Speaking of a whole circle of JBDs, why do you think they're all there? Sofethol is easily befriended, and embraces friendship with anyone else in return. He easily trusts those he counts as his friends, and those who he doesn't yet as well. It's just his nature, why shouldn't he trust someone? He is very confident in his abilities as a painter, and because of this he's confident in life as well. He believes he can do anything he sets his mind to, within reason of course. He's also somewhat arrogant, being extremely prideful of his artwork and slightly snubbs anyone who's art isn't quite as good.
Likes:What do I like? What do you see? My likes abound all around me.
Painting, talking the way he talks (almost like it's a poem), warmth, sand beneath his paws, being adored, being respected, these are all things Sofethol likes. Let's start with painting, first off, he's an artist, and painting is what he does nearly every day. His whole life revolves around painting, it's what leads to his other likes as well, such as being adored and being respected, but more on those later. Then there's the way Sofethol talks, treating life like it's a simple poem. Its not of course, it's quite complex sometimes, but it makes him happy to do so and he knows that others wonder how he can talk like that all the time. Which also leads to being respected, but I'm going to put that off a little longer. He loves the feeling of soft sand beneath his paws, and being warm, he's lived all his life in Egypt, so sand is a normal occurrence for him, as is heat. Even if sometimes he gets a little too hot, he can always cool off under the shade of something. Sand is soft and not harsh on the paws, cushioning you as you walk and for the most part leaving a clear trail behind so it's always easy to find your way back to that beautiful oasis you were at earlier. And then respect, why, what else does any other artist strive to be? Respected and admired. Sofethol loves basking in adoration, and having people respect the fact that he is an artist.
Dislikes:What are dislikes, but that which we can't handle ourselves and so fear?
Elaborate further on all topics later - rain, running out of things to paint on, people thinking he couldn't possibly do what he does, cold weather, people being jelly of him, rocks that aren't small enough to be a part of sand.
Art:Something witty here later
By bolt ;; - Sofethol painting a picture of a jellybean
By Caesar, a stamp
By me, Sofethol crying on a sand dune, it's a scene from his history
History:Something witty here later
Just a note, this whole story takes place in Egypt. I find it the perfect place for this JBD to be.
Sofethol padded down the sandy streets, relishing the feel of the warm sand on his young paws. Humans both young and old took interest in him and tried to get him to come with them, to be their companion. Little Sofethol loved the attention and the admiration all the people gave him, but didn't go home with any. He didn't want a human partner, what need did he have for one? He had his paints and his Jellybean Dragon friends. He poped inside a small bakery, confident that the store keeper would give him a sweet. He wasn't off in his assumption. He left the store a few minutes later with his belly stuffed full of flaky pastries stuffed with berries. As he left he noticed one of his friends and called out to him, the teen JBD turned and smiled at him, calling out, "Hullo little Sofethol! I can't play right now, me and my boy are going to see the new temple of Horus they're building." He looked up at the sandy haired teen beside him, eyes sparking. Sofethol sighed, and continued on his way.
Once he reached the busy main bazaar he slipped though the crowd, people giving him a pat here and there as he went. Finally he reached his destination, the painter's stall. The older man who ran it smiled as he noticed Sofethol standing beside him, watching him work. "Glad to see my little friend is back." He said, turning away from the painting he was working on to grab a small canvas, some soft brushes, and an array of paints. As he set them down on the sand floor he gave Sofethol a stroke, "Paint a masterpiece my apprentice." Sofethol grinned up at the old man who had inspired him to who he was now, then he picked up one of the paintbrushes in his mouth, dipped it into a golden-tan paint, and began a picture of the sandy landscape beyond the city walls.
Tears clouded Sofethol's eyes as the mummified body of the old man was lowered into his tomb. His possessions that he would need in the afterlife went in next. Then Sofethol stepped forward, to present the man masked as Anubis with the realistic painting he'd done of the old man a few weeks before he'd died. The man behind the mask simply stared at it for moment, awed by the quality of the painting, how it looked like the old man would reach out of the painting at any minute to hug you. He glanced down at Sofethol, and Sofethol could tell he didn't think a JBD was capable of this work. Sofethol let out a low, wordless growl, slightly menacing now that he was the size of a German Shepard, even if the horn nubs he was growing slightly ruined the effect. The man behind the mask lowered his gaze, then turned a placed the painting in the tomb as well. Sofethol hoped that the old man would admire it in the afterlife and be grateful to have a piece of Sofethol to hold onto. They hadn't been owner and pet, they'd been the best of friends, as well as master and apprentice. The old man had taught him how to paint.
Sofethol suddenly couldn't take it anymore, he just couldn't. "My home of a person, be there to greet me, as I wish I could have been there to greet you." He dipped his head to the grave, turned, and ran away. He didn't know exactly where he was running, but he only knew he must. There was nothing left for him here, only reminders of a life where the old man no longer existed. Several of his Jellybean Dragon friends called out to him as he passed, but he ignored them. When he got to the city limits he didn't even pause at the wall, nor did he slow until he knew he could look back and not see the city where he had grown up. He curled up on a sand dune, and now sobs racked his body. The sun was setting by the time Sofethol was done crying, but instead of heading back to the city, he turned the other way, heading into unfamiliar dessert. If he found another place, he would live there, if not, well, the old man would be there to greet him.
It was pure dark by the time Sofethol reached the edges of the small town, he'd gone without food or water for two days as he'd wandered, looking for a town, city, anything. He'd decided he didn't want the old man to greet him, not just yet. Not just yet at all. A small sandstorm that had sprung up earlier had coated him in sand, and he hadn't been able to shake nearly any of the extra weight off. His throat was coated with sand as well, and that certainly wasn't helping his thirst. He managed to stumble on weary paws to the first doorway, but after that couldn't get any further. Knowing he was safe from the elements, he finally succumbed to sleep.
Sofethol raced down the street, laughing to himself as the children of the small town chased him. Several of the older children smiled as he passed, and a few even took up the case. Finally, he threw himself down on the ground, spent, and the children clustered around him to stroke his fur and pat him. He basked in their adoration of him, life was good. Nearly two, had it really been that long? Yes, two years ago he'd wound up in this small town after his time in the desert. They'd taken Sofethol in, the whole town, caring for him and making sure he would be okay. They had seen Jellybean Dragons before, but never had one lived in the town in their lifetime. It was too expensive to buy one and it was a small town, no one could much afford it. Plus in the middle of the desert you weren't to likely to find a wild JBD, especially one willing to be someone's pet. Sofethol had adamantly refused to be anyone's pet, but he was fine with being loved, adored, and admired by the whole town. It had been a month after he'd arrived he'd first seen a paintbrush and paints in the town, he'd been longing to paint so much he'd resorted to drawing in the sand. He'd pounced on the older teen that had them, toppling him to the ground with his superior slightly-bigger-than-a German Shepard size. He'd immediately started painting on the wall of what happened to be the bakery even as the teen had yelled at him angrily. And so the small town had learned about his amazing painting skills.
At first some had been skeptical, thinking there was no way a Jellybean Dragon could paint so masterfully upon the canvases they were shown. They hadn't believe it could be done, not until they watched him paint for themselves. He quickly turned his skeptics into believes and admirers. And as he had grown into his current Great Dane size, his art skills had grown as well, expanding and flourishing more than he though possible. Whenever he ran out of canvas and had to wait for more to be made, people were find with his painting masterpieces on the outside walls of their houses, they tried to get him to come over and do it even. You would have expected people to come flocking from everywhere to see, the small town growing bigger and bigger until it was as big as the city Sofethol had fled from, but no. They were a small town living in a small town world, and kept to themselves, even if now they had the potential for their town to be famous by using the Jellybean Dragon and bending him to their will. But they didn't. And so Sofethol loved them, and they loved him back. He let the children pet him a moment longer, then climbed to his paws as he saw a man waving a paintbrush his way, it looked like he wanted to have Sofethol paint on his house. With a wide grin, Sofethol took off running for him, already envisioning in his mind what he would paint.
Other:I must thank my account partner drkent for the amazing translation, I never seemed to grasp the reading part of Hebrew. Otherwise, this beautiful form could not function, for what would Sofethol be without a name?
