WIP for my Bumble tryout because I suddenly connected BIG TIME and I gotta hurry and make a great form before time runs out, kennel 6! If you could choose to do the code drop a bit later, not before like the 20th, I'd much appreciate it. If not, that's just still fine.
Edit: I'm way sick and I know the deadline is fast approaching and I'm doing my best, wish I had found this sooner! If my form is still unfinished at code drop, grade it like it is but know I still have plans for it
*~*~*~*~*Username:
Graceymc96
*~*~*~*~*Name:
Bumble, possibly named for the way she walks or her pelt. She embraces her name because she likes to believe it shows her love of honey! (Just don't tell her that bumblebees don't really make much honey)*~*~*~*~*Kennel Number:
6
*~*~*~*~*Species and/or Breed:
Black bear
*~*~*~*~*Use:
I've participated in this before, months and months ago, and I distinctly remember Bumble. I honestly thought it was a bit of an odd design at the time, but it wasn't bad. I'm not usually a big fan of unnatural looking characters, but Bumble became an exception.
I came back to this thread after a long hiatus from chicken smoothie and found bumble still here. The same kennel. After a bit of searching on the forum, I figured out no one had ever even tried out for her!!!! She'd been there since May 2014! 2014! That's almost TWO YEARS she's been sitting there! I felt bad for her at first but didn't plan to try out for her at all, and then I suddenly connected. I wanted Bumble to be my character! There's this feeling deep in my heart telling me "You have to try out for her! She needs a loving home!" And that's exactly what I aim to provide.
I'm going to draw her extensively, I'm going to make sure she is loved and never left lonely again. I'm going to give her friends, other odd-colored woodland creatures that I already have created!! I'm also going to enter her in countless RP's and write stories starring her and her woodland friends.
She'll have her own page on my toyhouse as well. I'm going to get her a mate and, if all goes well, possibly some cubs!!!!
I wish I could've done more with this form, but I've been very sick the past week. When I felt good enough to write, I worked on the form. I did the best I could in a short time. I also wanted to add much more art!! I have some sketches in my sketchbook of her and her siblings that I aim to digitalize. I've just been to sick to draw much of anything good lately.
When I get my new laptop and possibly a tablet for Christmas, you can bet on anything that I'm going to be doing lots of art of her! I'm going to be able to do more on chicken smoothie, in turn being able to access more RP's and stories for her to be in! I promise to use her as much as possible.*~*~*~*~*Gender:
Female
*~*~*~*~*Age:
3 1/2
*~*~*~*~*Personality:
Just like her favorite treat, describing Bumble in one word is easy: sweet! She's the sweetest, even tempered bear you're ever gonna meet!
She LOVES helping others all throughout the forest, and is always there for anyone who needs help. She loves baby animals, and loves playing with them! She loves babysitting any animals who need it, as she has no mate or cubs herself. She's like a big sister to the whole forest!
She's almost always happy and will hide if she is unhappy. She is very strong and independent, and doesn't like depending on others. She loves helping others so much that she doesn't realize she herself needs help sometimes. She is very stubborn and never wants to admit when she is hurt. She's used to taking care of herself by herself as she was never really raised by anyone. That's why she's always taking care of others, she doesn't want them to have to have to take care of themselves like she did. She loves everyone and wants them to be happy.
Though she is very stout and hearty, she is very clumsy. She will trip over almost anything in her path. She can hardly take two steps without stumbling, but she's managed to learn how to walk with her clumsy, wobbly self. The true reason she's so clumsy was because she was both born and weaned too early, her legs just aren't as strong or coordinated in comparison to others. She isn't as strong or as big as other bears either, but what she lacks in strength she makes up for in brain and heart. Slowly, she's allowing others to take care of her in small ways, and hopefully stop relying on herself alone because it puts too much stress on her.
Even though she likes taking care of herself, that doesn't mean she wants to be alone. She's terrified of others leaving her, simply because it's happened before and left her no one. She gets lonely easy, and always wants there to be someone with her.
She has self esteem issues, though she doesn't show them to many others. She's a bit self conscious about how she walks and how small she is, and she has trouble with loving herself sometimes. After all, she thinks, if her mother didn't love her, then who would? Her friends are helping her get over this by showing her the love she deserves, but she still struggles with it sometimes.
Everyone has their problems, but overall Bumble is a sweet, caring bear who would never want to see anyone hurt.*~*~*~*~*Likes:
Honey - It's sweet and filling, and it's absolutely her favorite food! It's well worth the pains she goes though to get it!
Other animals - She loves to hang out with all of the animals of the forest, just talking or playing games or just having fun! She also loves taking care of others.
Baby animals - She thinks they're adorable and she wants to make sure they were cared for more than she was when she was born.
Sleeping
Gardening - She loves bringing up pretty flowers, herbs to help sick animals, and food to share for the cold winter! It calms her, makes her happy, and helps others!
Her siblings
*~*~*~*~*Dislikes:
Being alone - She was abandoned by her mother and had to fend for herself for months, so she hates being alone now. Being around others makes her feel loved.
Cold, snow especially -She hates that it comes through and kills all the plants and makes her and her friends retreat to their den so they can't be out running around all the time.
Cramped spaces - She's afraid of being packed to tightly in a small space, stemming mostly from her den when she was little.
Water/swimming - She almost drowned trying to get honey on her first attempt at it, so now she's not the biggest fan.
*~*~*~*~*History:
The Beginning
I was born in early winter, when the first snow flurries were fluttering in the sky. In a deciduous forest, in a den in a small cliff face, three small cubs were born. My brother toadstool, my sister Dew, and me, the runt. We were premature, supposed to be born at the end of winter, so we were all smaller than normal. Though I was the oldest, I was the smallest out of all of us. I was also born very physically weak and I couldn't really walk well.
My mother was also small, and she was a bit... off. She wasn't exactly caring. She never spoke a word to me, only ever naming Toadstool and telling him to tell us our names, and she only ever interacted with us to feed us. Looking back on it, you could tell she really didn't want us. She just slept through the winter, while my siblings and I huddled together for warmth in our cold den. Even if we wanted to leave, we wouldn't know what to do to survive, and the entrance to our den was almost always covered with snow. So we waited, for months, keeping one another company until spring.
After a few months, the weather finally warmed up. The snow melted and green things began sprouting. Our mother moved out of our den and stopped feeding us milk almost a moth before we were supposed to be fully weaned. I was very weak and couldn't really walk very well, but my siblings helped me. We learned how to do things by watching her from a distance and feeding off any leftover scraps she didn't finish. We tagged along with her for a while until it was made very apparent that she didn't want us.
Toadstool and Dew wanted to head off into the forest to try and find a better life, while I was too scared. Reluctantly, my siblings left me after me pleading them to go find somewhere better. I was hopeful that my mother would come around and warm up to her children, like the seasons warmed after winter, so I wanted to stay with her.
She ended up being an eternal winter.
I hung around my mother for almost a month before she finally got fed up. The first and last words my mother ever said to me were "I'm leaving. If you follow me when I leave in the morning, you'll regret it." So I stayed. I wanted to head off into the woods to find my siblings, but I wanted to try and get stronger first, and I definitely didn't want to run into my mother.***On Her Own
Now that I was on my own, I lived in the den where I had spent the winter. It was less cramped without the other members of my family, but now it seemed spacious and lonely. I missed my siblings, and even my mother. I wished things could've been different, and wished I had gone with my siblings when I had the chance.
It was hard for me to get around on my own. I was still weak and I wobbled when I walked, but I was getting used to it. I was learning to walk with the wobbles instead of fighting them. I still tripped and bumbled along sometimes, but I was getting better. Now that I could walk, I mainly fed on plants and things I saw my mom eat, mostly very unripe blueberries and large tuberous roots I managed to dig up with lot of wobbly effort. I tried to catch fish once, but there were hardly any in the river, and I was much to slow to catch the ones I did see. I was almost always hungry, because it was still very early spring and not many plants that I knew were edible were sprouting yet. I spent most of my days for the first few weeks foraging for food. I hoped Toadstool and Dew were better off than I was.
One clear, warm morning, I woke up to the most delectable scent to ever hit my nostrils. It was sweet, floral, and I wanted it. I bolted out of the empty den towards the smell, hardly even noticing the wobble in my steps. The smell seemed to be wafting from the other side of the small lake by my den. I ran quickly around the edge of the lake to see, hanging from a branch on a short tree a large circular thing that smelled so overwhelming sweet that I could hardly stand it. Without thinking, I jumped and climbed up the tree. Now that I was closer, I could hear a buzzing noise and saw small insects flying around. I didn't take much notice, and I smacked down the sweet, buzzing object with my paw. It fell to the ground and, as I was climbing down to get to it, I felt sharp stings through my pelt. The insects were attacking me!
I ran through the trees, trying to escape the insects. Bee stings don't usually hurt bears, but I was young and small and didn't have a very thick pelt yet. So, indeed, the stings we're burning and I just wanted to get away from them! Then I had the bright idea, of course, of jumping into the lake. Bees can't swim, I figured, that's how I can get rid of them. It was a good idea in theory, but not so much in practice. I had completely forgotten a key component in the plan: bees couldn't swim, but neither could I.
Art:
Notherround