The spirit of [m u s i c] and winter;;
Username;; Midnight Dragon. Yeah, that's her name...blimey, what's up
with the period?Name;; Xannadariah Rhianna
Extremity Crystalli
[Zahn-ah-DAH-ree-ah Ree-AH-na
Ex-TREHM-itty Criss-TAHL-eeh] Did somebody say
my name?Nicknames;; Xanna; Xan-Xan; Crazy; SnowflakeOnly my...what do you Americans say...
bros can call me that.Gender;; Female ♀ Honestly, does the hairdo
and the scent
of a female not give it away?
Humph.Mmhmm, er, did somebody call my name?
I'm right here. Age;; Her mental age is that of a late 19 or 20-year-old. Mental? I am most
certainly not mental!
Oh, wait...never mind. Birthdate;;December 18th, 1985Happy birthday to me...woo hoo.Size;; About the size of
a small mustang.
Very small, if you know
what I mean. I may be small, but I
can still maim
you. Sexuality;;Heterosexual - StraightYeah, er, I'm not entirely sure what
to say about this...come at me, boys.Friends;; Zahrah - owned by Juliet.
Crashin' Wave - owned by Daring Do
Cyrus Ace - Owned by Jayflight ~ Be jealous of my amazing friends.Voice;; A loud, alto-ish voice, slightly
raw, with a British accent. Like
Rainbow Dash's voice, but
with a British accent. She speaks in
the color #065194.Got a problem with how I sound?
Personality;;
~ E C C E N T R I C ~
Adjective; (of a person or behavior)
Unconventional and slightly strange.
That perfectly describes Xannadariah. She sees almost
everything in a different way. When reading a book,
after finishing it, she'll try to read it backwards, trying
to make sense of the backwards gobbledygook. She loves
to take a new approach to things, as she claims it 'trains
her brain to someday form her own label.' She had a odd
way of thinking about things. She thinks of a consequence
of something, then decides what the action will be and
whether she wants to do it or not [normally the answer is
yes]. She hates being told how to do something, or what
to think of something.
JBD; Uhm, you're reading the book upside down, Xanna.
Xannadariah; Yes, just part of the routine.
~ E X T R E M E ~
Adjective; Reaching a high or
the highest degree;
very great.
Noun; Either of two abstract things that are as different from
each other as possible.
Xannadariah is extreme in every way. When she voices her
opinion, it's always the extremity of the opinion. If she's
going to listen to music, it's gotta either be really loud or
really soft. It has to either be really explicit or really clean.
It has to be either opposite to be happy. She also does many
extreme sports, such as snowboarding and skydiving. She also
tends to shout a lot, due to her being used to having to be
heard over the sound of music. She is very outgoing, and will
do anything to prove her extremeness.
WHAAT?! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
TOO MANY PEOPLE SCREAMING MY NAME!
~ F L I R T Y ~
Adjective; Flirting, or seeming to flirt.
Xannadariah is definitely a flirt. She tends to hang around guys
a lot when she hangs around others, so she pretty much knows
their inner workings. She is fantastic at it, first flirting to open
up the victim, then flirting to impress the victim. She is a player
for sure, simply coming and going as she pleases, often resulting
heartbreak from the male, but never from her. She claims that
she is simply getting warmed up for serious romance, although
next to nobody believes her. They simply roll her eyes and say,
"Typical Xannadariah," because that's just the simple truth.
Yeah, I see him. He's cute, but
I've flirted with hotter. -strolls up- Hey boy. -winks-
~ I N T E L L I G E N T ~
Adjective; Having or showing intelligence,
esp. of a high level. (of a device, machine, or building)
Able to vary its
state or action in response to varying situations,
varying requirements,
and past...
Xannadariah, despite her desire to be extreme and take risks,
she is actually very intelligent. She always uses proper grammar,
careful to use well thought- out descriptive words in speech,
and to state her facts correctly. She also loves to read when
she has the time, enjoying science fiction the most. She has
an overactive imagination, and many ways she puts that to
ease if through either writing or inventions. She has a knack
for creating odd machines and such. She collects small gears
and screws so she can make her machines run smoother.
It's not quantum physics, it's quantum mechanics.
There's a difference.
~ L O N E L Y ~
Adjective; Sad because one has no
friends or company.
Without companions; solitary.
Xannadariah is a truly lonely soul. She often doesn't socialize
much because she has had a history where if you stand out
and try to fit in, you'll only be cast out. She often tends to
stick to she shadows in things, even though she is a leader
at heart. She doesn't much like to talk to other females of
her kind, although she loves a good crowd. She is often
made fun of for her odd quirks, habits, and overly rebellious
spirit. She will often simply murmur obscenities at the offender
and slink off to plot her revenge. She will never forget if
someone was cruel to her, so stay on her good side if you
want to live.
I'm not mental! I'm NOT! Get out of my face!
-sobs- I knew I should have stayed home...
~ M U S I C A L ~
Adjective; Of or relating to music.
Xannadariah is musical, no doubt about it. She loves to sing,
and when she's not jumping off cliffs or reading a science
fiction book, she'll singing by the lake or something. She
grew up living next to a music store, so she is comfortable
with the deep bass and rhythmic drums of music. Her life
dream is to be an electronica/rap artist. She used to break
into the music store and tamper with the synthesizer they
had, and she has been trying to build one ever since she
moved away. She is also a skilled rapper, furiously spitting
out words to match the tempo of the music.
Mmhmm, RedOne, let's go to the beach,
-each, let's go get away~
~ M Y S T E R I O U S ~
Adjective; Difficult or impossible to understand,
explain, or identify.(of a location) Having an
atmosphere of strangeness
or secrecy.
Xannadariah is very mysterious when it comes to just
about everything. Despite her loud and brash attitude,
she is very stealthy when she wants to be. She sticks
to the shadows of social packs, often playing the role
of the loner. She'd rather be on her own, though, to be
truthful. She believes that being mysterious will make her
more desirable, and it mostly works. Few will forget the
mysterious blue and grey Jewel Maned Dragon that
fluttered her eyelashes and was gone. She also knows
that she is an easy target, sticking out like a sore thumb
with her hair and attitude, so she hides and waits. She is
also good at spreading rumors, since with her being so
quiet, no one can trace the rumor back to her.
The shadows call me back, my dear.
Allow me to slip away.
~ O R D E R L Y ~
Adjective; Neatly and methodically arranged.
Xannadariah is actually very orderly. She can't stand not
having a single strand of hair out of place or a tuft of
fur sticking up. Many call this vanity, but Xanna insists
that it is simply order. She has all her books sorted by
author and series, in alphabetical order. Her handwriting
is very neat, and her desk area is as tidy as anything.
She is careful in her speech to make her words flow
properly and beautifully. She hates calling attention to
herself by making slip-ups in her speech, so she has
trained herself carefully to avoid mistakes. The way
Xanna moves is orderly,right paw before the left, hips
swaying the beat to whatever song is stuck in her head.
Her nature has adapted to order, and she attempts to
never cease that internal balance.
Tolkien goes after Rowling, and D'lacey
before DiCamillo.
~ R E B E L L I O U S ~
Adjective; Showing a desire to resist authority, control,
or convention.
This might just me the exact right word to describe
Xannadariah. If you give her an instruction, she will
find a loophole and irritate you. Even if there is no
loophole, she doesn't care. She'll just keep doing
what she wants to; nothing can sway her. She will
cuss if you say no cussing. She will shout if you say
quiet down, and she will sprint if you say no running.
She is a loose cannon, that girl. She hates following
directions and sitting still. Though she may be careful
about how she says something, she doesn't care what
she says, even if it insults someone. The streaks in her
hair are dyed, simply because her mother said not to
dye her hair. She will forever laugh in your face, evading
your capture if you catch her breaking the rules.
Oh, I'm sorry, did you say no shouting? TOO
BAD!!
Hahaha!
History;;
~ C H I L D H O O D ~
I was born in a
small corner of an alleyway in New York City. It was
in between two stores, an electronics store and a
bookstore, which later lead to my passion for both
of those things. My mother was thrilled to have a
little baby girl, but not so much my father. He disliked
children with a passion, so he always ignored me.
When my mother was gone, he would tell me how
he never wanted a child, and that I was the worst
thing that has ever happened to him. I was young,
and just thought of it as a game. I would playfully
poke his nose and tell him to catch me if he could.
My friends always said that I had my mother's eyes
and accent and my father's grey color and his jewel
color. I was raised happily for about 5 years, until
my personality really began to develop. I became a
little brat, spunky and demanding. My father simply
ignored me and shoved me away, giving me a cold
stare as he did so. My mother would yell at him, and
they would fight and throw things. I would sit in the
shadows and watch.
Often when my parents fought, I would go into the
bookstore or the electronics store to relax. I often
read in a small corner or nook in the cushions in the
bookstore, and I found myself drawn to science fiction.
Soon, at the tender age of five and a half, I learned to
read fully. I remember one of the most memorable
books I read was The Giver by Lois Lowry. It
had such an amazing plot and meaning to it. I simply
loved it. The electronics store turned out to be a place
that sold every kind of electronic you could imagine.
They always had a radio playing inside the store and I
would sit outside, listening to it. I loved the music and
it inspired me to try to put together a drums set.
Needless to say, it turned out awful, but it worked fairly
well, and I played it a lot.
When I was seven, my parents got into a very large
fight. My father accused my mother of not loving him,
and my mother was screaming, crying, begging his
forgiveness over something she didn't do. I watched
in silence as the spat out insults at each-each other.
My father turned and started to blame everything on
ME. He claimed that it was my fault that their
relationship was unstable, my fault that they didn't have
a home, my fault he couldn't hunt well, my fault the
world was imperfect. I cowered under him, tears
streaming out of my eyes and scared to death. My
father clawed my ear horribly, and my mother screamed.
My father stormed off into the busy city, leaving my
mother and I alone. My mother, to cover up my scars
and my holes in my ear, bought me ear piercings to fill
the holes in. They represented a change in me. I got a
lot more strong and rebellious, and I became overprotective
of my mother. When I went to school, I was cold and
impassive. I hated the world, and I wanted revenge on my
father. I dyed my hair in my ninth year, and I have been
re-dying it ever since so the color will stay.
My childhood is what made me strong.
~ T E E N S ~
When I was about 13, I made my first
synthesizer.I know, that doesn't sound like much, but
it was a huge milestone for me. I spent my days re-
mixing popular tunes and making up my own. I was
nervous about sharing them at first, but eventually
the whole city could hear the throbbing beat of the
bass at night. I loved hearing the music, and that's
when I realized my true dream: to make music. I
was hooked onto that synthesizer, constantly
revising it to make it better, polishing it until it
shone like Polaris, the North Star. I sometimes
wondered, if I played really loud, my father would
be able to hear me through the music. I never
wanted to see that man again, after what he
did to me. But in a strange way, I wanted to see
him again, just to tell him how I felt about him.
When I was 15, I did see him again, at a
restaurant. He had ordered a beer, and
was sipping it slowly. I was with some guy
friends of mine, laughing and pushing
each other. I has excused myself from the
table with a wink, and I trotted up to my
father. I grabbed his shoulder and politely
asked him if we could talk. His grey face
turned white and his eyes got cold. I
was nervous, but I was steely as I pulled
him over to a corner. I was a mess of
emotions, first angry, then sympathetic,
then almost indifferent. I was silent, simply
staring into his eyes. I could see the pain
and sorrow in his eyes, and I could see an
emotion I hadn't expected: love. Eventually,
I said something to him. Something that
probably made his entire month.
"Thanks...for my piercings...and my
childhood. You made me strong."
He simply stared at me, a ghost of
a smile on his face. "I'm sorry," he
whispered.I patted his arm, almost
smiling. "I forgive you," I said. He
smiled, and that was that.
He left after paying for his beer,
and that was the last time I saw my
father.
When I was 17, I was fishing out of the
garbage can outside the electronics store,
now neon and bright. My paw bumped
something hard, and I drew out a beautiful
silver stud earring, with a tag attached
to it. The tag read: "To my spirit of music
and winter." I wondered why somebody
would throw out something so lovely. I took
it home and I pierced my tongue, and inserted
the lovely silver stud into my tongue. It reminds
me that from the ashes, rises the phoenix.
My teen years made me sympathetic.
Poems by Me wrote:Ice and snow
Swirling around each other
in a frantic rush
A spark
And a beautiful creation
Behold, grey and blue
Lightning peppered
Across her sides
Snow swirling around her paws
A winter goddess? No
The spirit of music
Of rebellion and strength
Sunshine eyes glaring against
An intricate pattern of light
And dark
Her laugh is the soprano
Her footsteps the bass beats
And the wind the harmony
Flying against a lightning sky
Solitary bravery
Stepping on a path of light
And dark
Forever in the mist
Undisturbed
Powerful
The essence of the
Music of winter.
Bass in the moonlight
Golden eyes against grey fur
Electronica.
You say you have no feeling
But I know that you have the most
Wonderful smile.
You say you have no history
But I can see it shigning bright
In your eyes.
You say you aren't one for love
But I can see the love of music
In your hips.
You say you're ordianry
But I know you are special
I'm so in love with you
Xannadariah.
Voices ringing out
Chaotic chords everywhere
Suddenly, a hush.
The artist has stepped up.
Likes;; ○ Winter
○ Snow and Ice
○ Extreme Sports
○ Electronica and Dubstep
○ Rapping and Singing
○ Dancing
○ Nighttime
○ Science Fiction
○ Coffee
○ BlueMy favorite things.
Dislikes;; ○ Summer
○ Fire and Heat
○ Orange
○ Classical Music
○ Tea
○ Lectures
○ Laptops
○ Silence
○ Hotels
○ Pickleball Those are AWFUL.
Quirks;;
○ She has agaetophobia - the irrational fear of insanity.
○ She has scotomaphobia - the fear of going blind.
○ She never doesn't have a song running through her head.
If she doesn't,
there's a big problem.
○ She never designs anything that resembles a living being.
○ She hates the color orange. Simply hates it.
○ She always has to take an even number of steps before
standing still.
○ Her jewel color is white - creation of snow and blizzards -
she can do
just that.
Those are a bit unusual, I guess.
Accessories/Items;; She has four silver right ear piercings
and one silver tongue piercing.
She carries her snowboard with her.Don't try to steal them or you'll be sorry.
Art;; xXxPsh. Yeah. xXx Me, my skateboard, and I.xXXJust me, sticking my tongue out.xXxOh, oh, I left my heart in Metropolis.xXxI can't pull the stupid boat apart.xXxOh hi there. Typical me.
Le blinky blink animation.xXxSomebody AKA; ..:Ƨκʏғαℓℓ:.. put me
in a Hatsune Miku costume. Made by ..:Ƨκʏғαℓℓ:..xXxI am the beat.xXxIce and snow are my favorite elements.xXxI'm a blizzard. Beware.xXxEvil grin...Theme Songs;;Metropolis - Owl City Reminds me of home...Raise your Glass - P!nkMy glass is empty? That SUCKS.Sweet Nothing - Calvin Harris feat. Florence WelchMy parents gave me so much, but dissolved away. They
gave me sweet nothing, if you will.Girl on Fire - Alicia KeysAside from the whole 'fire' part, yeah, that's me.The Tip of the Iceberg - Owl City The more lonely and depressed side mf me...Fuzzy Blue Lights - Owl CityAnother more lonely song for me.Why I want Her;; Well, I've been stalking JMDs for a while. Like,
since they were pretty much when they were made. I almost
entered in the new lines contest [but I was too nervous to
compete with BlueAura~'s awesome lines]. I've been searching
for the perfect first JMD to enter, and I have to say, this one
almost made me faint. The gorgeous color choice, the intricate
designs, the stunning hair, everything about this JMD stole my
heart. I would be so honored to call her my first ever JMD. I
promise I will treat her well and all. I mean, who wouldn't, really?
She's so beautiful not to pamper. She'd be my little snow angel.
Wow, that sounded cheesy. Please excuse the cheesiness. I've put
so much effort into this form, staying up until very late hours in
my time zone just to work on my form for this lovely. I've spent
hours on it already. I know my form isn't as detailed as cheshire. c a t's,
or has as many pretty pictures as {.wtngirl1236.}'s form, but I
feel that some things will be explained without the need of
descriptions. I just hope you, Nyx, know how much I love this
JMD. Anyways, she's just so beautiful. She's like a mirror image
of all my favorite things combined into one lovely creature.
To wrap this up, I'd love to have her as my first JMD. <333 So touching, it brought tears to my eyes.
-wipes tears away- But seriously. Listen to the woman.
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