[☣ Chernobyl ☢]

Reserve with Abraxas.

If only he was red then I could have used Smaug omg

[I.Write.Sins]

Name~ "If you honestly need to now my name is Void...if you could not tell!"
Gender~ "smartie I am a male"
Age~"gosh you are pushy..asking me all these questions? I am 23!"
Blood type~ "How the heck am I supposed to know!?"

"Don't Get Too Close Or You Will Get Burned"
Personality~
Void is locked up inside, he does not share his feelings and if you stared at him for a an hour his expression would not change. Void is not social in any way, infact walk up to him and say 'hi' and you might leave without a left hand! He is a grumpy JMD too, his feelings are anger and hatred not happy and excited. The last time he smiled was probably.............?lets see?.......NEVER?Wow what a grumpy pants! Void is also very competitive!Along the way some were in his life he learned that he loved winning and that made him competitive, the only way to talk to him is asking him to play game where you can win!
Even though Void is a grumpy~grump he is a little kind to any tiny JMD who appreciates a dragon JMD! He also is kind on holidays for some odd reasons he is happy? Lastly Void is a very argumentative, he can argue with anything that you say even it is a fact!
(WIP)

ohhhh I wanted to try out so bad but I dont have time to finish up my form so I have to leave this contest but I know the winner will do great

[clouds-move-on]

Hm
Possible Reserve with the name Salazar

[Bittertiffany]

OH MY SWEET CELESTIA RESERVED, RESERVED SO HARD.
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If you burn all of your bridges.... "is that supposed to be some kind of cruel joke?"

[HeyItsMee]

I'm not going to enter anymore because of how intense the competition is. Good Luck to whoever wins. I will be looking all the time and hoping for my favorite to win!;) ***you know who you are*** Have fun! Baii!

[Ƥɛтαℓƨ]

{I had the art done by another user especially for me}

» » "The Closer you look the less you see"

.:: }Calypso{ :: }Female{ :: }18{ :: }Mysterious{ ::.}

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

.:m y - n a m e - a n d - i t - m e a n i n g:.
Her name is Calypso I thought it was very fitting because it means "she who conceals." it is Latin. This JMD seems very mysterious to me and I thought a name meaning mystery or having a meaning similar to mystery or mysterious would fit and this name did the trick.
.:this-is-me:.{Personality}
Mysterious- Calypso is very mysterious, it is hard to get to know her and understand her ways due to this trait. She will tell you something and then tell you the opposite of what she just said, She wants to remain a mystery and would not like anybody to be able to figure her out.
Cold- Calypso can be very cold hearted towards others, not always but sometimes.She has never loved yet and it would be very hard to love her due to her job and her past. She is usually only nice to animals and small dragons. If you aren't in trouble or if you can fend for yourself she isn't going to help you.
Complex- There are a lot of different sides of Calypso and she is good and letting you get confused by them. She is even confusing herself with her feelings sometimes.
Sneaky- Calypso is extremely sneaky, she can walk right next to you and truth is you probably wouldn't notice her.
Curious- Calypso became a spy at a young age so she is constantly trying to learn and pick up things that will help her with her spying.
Strange- Calypso Is a very strange dragon, she is very superstitious and believes in karma to the max, people think she is weird when she does things to make sure no bad karma come to her.







Mysterious « Cold » Complex « » Sneaky« »Curious« » Strange





Ahh back to the good old days...
Calypso was born like any other JMD, she had a mother and a father. She was born in a castle in New Zealand. When she was old enough she went exploring throughout the castle, counting the bricks pressing certain ones to see if there were any trick openings.When she was younger she always used to play spy, she would spy on the other dragons living in the castle hearing top secret plans of battle and other things that were not made for her ears. She always kept her mouth zipped tight not telling a single soul what she had heard and just thinking about what she had learned.She would do this day after day, lying to her parents about what she had been doing all day every day. She told her parents she had friends she hung out with, but in reality she was more of a loner. One day when she got a new pair of sneakers she decided to see how squeaky they would be and see if she would get caught spying. She tiptoed down the mysterious hallways keeping in line with the shadows at all time. When she got to the door of the royal meeting room she thought she was safe. All of a sudden from behind someone had grabbed her mouth so she was unable to scream. She turned around to find a masked dragoness. "hello my name is Rose." she said to the young Calypso. "I have been watching you for quite sometime, you are a very good spy for such a young dragon. Okay I am going to take my hand off of your mouth, if you scream you get us both killed. Okay?" she said "mhmhm." Calypso said the best she could manage. She was then grabbed by the hand and Rose whisked her away to a part of the castle Calypso had never seen before. She spend the rest of her childhood with Rose. Her parents searched for her day in and day out what they didn't realize is she was never lost.

You're trying to make your mark in society
Your using all the tricks that you used on me.
You're reading all them high fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearin' girl are causing public scenes.

I said
I i i i i'm not your stepping stone
I i i i i'm not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone,
Not your stepping stone.

When i first met you girl you didn't have no shoes
Now you're walking 'round like you're front page news.
You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name in your book of who's who.

.:l i k e s:.
»Spying
»Reading
»Drawing

.:d i s l i k e s:.
«Snitches
«Thieves
«Liars




.: Friends:.
Shay
Rose {made up}
Tide
.: Enimes:.
Way too many to name.

[Umbrakinesis]

reserve with the name Serpensortia.

{ Calm - Silent - Practical - Clever - Independent - Oddball }

〘N a m e〙
Serpensortia, the Snake summons spell.
Snake dragon. Snake spell. It fits. IF you win her trust, which is nearly impossible, you may address her as Serpens.
〘W h y . d i d . I . C h o o s e . i t〙
Just think . . .
She reminds not just me, but everyone, of a snake. Serpensortia is the snake summons spell. Not only that, but it's a beautiful name. And it suits her perfectly.
〘G e n d e r〙
Female de la female.
How could anyone see her as a male? Serpensortia is definitely a girl. A girl, but not a lady.
〘A g e〙
Thirteen.
Got a problem with it?
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〘D e e p e r .
I n . T o . H e r〙
Calm >
Frostily calm, even.
It shows in everything.
Silent >
Serpensortia the silent.
That's her.
Practical >
Even in emergencies,
Serpensortia keeps her logical head.
Clever >
Her thoughts are intelligent . . .
Just hidden.
Independent >
She walks alone. It's just . . .
Her.
Proud >
Serpensortia demands respect.
Always.
Daring >
For a good reason,
Anything.
Indescribable >
So much of her just
can't be written about.

~ A poem ~
"I like my secrets,
If you please -
Forgive me, now
you're weak in the knees
Stop staring.
It's irksome."

〘L i k e s . & .
D i s l i k e s〙
Likes >
Coins ✓
Books and reading ✓
Fire ✓
Magic ✓
Cinnamon ✓
Dislikes >
Boredom ☓
Morons ☓
Being interrupted ☓
Bodies of Water ☓
Nightmares ☓
〘P o i n t s .
O f . F a c t〙
Nationality >
Canadian.
Education >
Excellent, until grade 4.
Dreams >
We have a lucid dreamer.
Dead evil guys alert.
Theme song >
This moment is eternity - by Nightwish
Gaits >
Walking - Medium and regal
Running - steady, fast and loping
Would-be dæmon >
Komodo dragon

〘A r t〙
Visual >
X
I tried
something
lineless.
Remotely lineless.
Point is I tried.

Serpensortia
makes you feel
veeerry
awkward.
Traditional.
Just lines.
Written >
Accrostic poem:
Silent one
Eyes of flame
Resting on the flying thing
Proudly holding her head aloft
Every moment is forever
No movement unnoticed in the dusk
Slowly stepping through the flames
Or will she run from all she has known?
Resting her eyes on the prey, she moves
Trying and succeeding in the cold twilight as the fires go down
In her eyes, there is pride
A fire that will never die.
And then there's the poem above too.

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{It's - not - pretty}
〘H i s t o r y〙
First dragon.
History mostly from an
anthromorphic point of view.
"Where were you?!" I stamped my foot angrily as the male dragon ambled through the door. I approached him furiously. Then I picked up the strong scent of . . . grown-up stuff. "Oh." I turned away, my face a mask of revolt and disappointment. I wished dad would get a job. It was creepy being here, all alone. Honestly, I sometimes wished they hadn't stopped child labour. But I guess I'm the only one who wants to work in a mine. I decided I might as well go to bed. As I lay there, I reflected on my life history. We had a pretty fancy house. I had been alone with Dad for almost a year now, because Mom was away - in Asia - on business. Dad . . . I didn't even want to think what he would do if she didn't get back soon. He was getting crazy, and mean. I was glad he was away most of the day. The next morning, a slamming door woke me up. I knew I had been having a great dream. I wished I could remember it. I figured Dad had just left. I went out onto the landing. "Well," I said to myself. "It's just one guilty pleasure. Of many - but, why not?" I sat on the railing . . . banister . . . thing. I looked down at the crumpled up bits of paper. Failed homework. Sighing, I swung myself down and went into the living room. I made sure everything was set up how I liked it. Then I got a bowl of cereal and milk and a glass of juice for breakfast, checked the calendar on my way out of a kitchen, and sat down. I always watched TV while I ate breakfast. It relieved the boredom of the silent house. I found the channel I always watched and started eating, scribbling down last-minute corrections in my homework. When my show ended, I gulped down the last of the juice, pulled on my clothes, shoved everything in my backpack and raced out the door. It was raining. I darted back in for a coat and umbrella. Ten minutes after I got outside again, the schoolbus was there. I didn't have any friends at school - I was just, what, ten? Yeah, ten, but I had been a loner all my life. I had a total of zero friends and more enemies than I could count. As in, the whole school. I was mildly interested to see what the new kid would be like today. A real threat? A punching bag? I wondered. The day was basically average: Hand in homework, learn stupid things, et cetera. In the morning, a teacher cornered me about how I had attacked someone. I argued as long as I could, then fakely apologized and enjoyed recess. The new kid was out there, alone. He managed to find me and ask, "Why'd you apologize?" He seemed generally curious, but he seemed tolerable, too. I replied, "I was tired of toying with her." "Good choice," he said. "See you." I watched him go. Maybe he was actually okay. When I got home from school, I did my homework and had a shower. Dinner and desert were finished and I was watching TV in my pajamas and sucking on a piece of candy when Dad got home, in his usual condition, from his usual million trillion parties. I said "Hi," and picked up my book without glancing at him. The next day passed in a similar fashion, only with more detention. When Dad got home, he was worse than ever. He pushed me away and I felt both my wings break with a crack. That settles it, I thought. I'm leaving! I did leave - packed my bags and slipped away around one in the morning. I wandered around, evading capture, stealing newspapers, etc. etc. etc. Then one day . . .
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A dragon was found dead outside 42 ------ on the morning of October 13th. ---- was thought to have fallen, purposely or by accident, from the balcony on the 3rd floor. -----------------------------------------
I didn't read any more. Dad had been crazy, but I had still loved him. And now he was dead. The article was blurred, but he was quite clearly in the picture. I threw the paper down and just sat there, crying. I stayed there until after dark. I heard footsteps coming down the alley. That brought me back to reality. I jumped for whoever it was. Police officer. My hands were around his neck. I knew they had to stay there. Gradually, the light faded from his eyes. I picked myself up, grabbed my backpack and the paper, and ran. I had hoped I could lead a normal life . . . but now I was a murderer. I returned to my family's house a few weeks later. I knew somehow that Mom would never come back. It was a small comfort to be home. Once, people tried to board the place up. I dumped the compost on them. Now, everyone says it's a haunted place. And hey, I can hear you out there. But I'm not coming out. Oh no.
〘W h y . I . W a n t . A n d / O r . D e s e r v e . H e r〙
Why I want her >
I want Serpensortia because . . . Bad sentence. First, let's just make it clear: I ADORE HER. With that out of the way, I ADORE HER. I'm guessing that's sunken in now, right? Good. Now, I'll warn you, she will be forced to listen to my rants if I win along with Cosmo and Pinon. But look at her. She's phenomenal. I love her. I'm just getting repetitive now, so let's move on.
Why I might deserve her >
Well, I can't say much here. I did go to the trouble of making this form, dwell on her when I should have been doing other stuff, etc. Bu haven't we all?
My plans if I win her >
Well, I'll find her friends and enemies, of course. I'll draw her whenever I can, she'll have her own thread (Not just post, THREAD) like my other JMDs will. I'll also find her several rps, and maybe even write a book/comic featuring or about her.
〘C r e d i t . W h e r e . C r e d i t . I s . D u e〙
Form layout by me.
Pictures and gifs belong to their respective owners.
Idea for Serpensortia by my brain.
All art by me.
Fonts from fontmeme.
Concepts by me.
Snake summons spell by J.K. Rowling.
Thank you for the chance to win her!

[henley]

Reserveeeee

[Scribblestar]

Enter the lair of the Dragon...
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[.Ashie.]

Dropping out n.n