[winkatuck]

Thanks for all the interest guys! And may the best form win!

[Lavapony]

Name:Buck shot
NickName:Buck
Gender:Male
Age:10
Color:blue
Personality:
Where he lives:Out in the country
Favorite food:He likes chewing on wheat
Favorite place:Out in the field.
Breed:JBD
Movie:Cowboys vs aliens
Sport:Bull ropin'
Prized possession:My tractor.
Theme song:I wanna be a cowboy
Hates more than anything:The book face..or is it Facebook?

[Chrissy]

Username:Gamzee.
Jellybean Dragon Name:Silversnake
Age: 7
Personality: He is... Very, very outgoing. He loves helping out his friends and loves working around in the ranch. Although he doesn't particularly enjoy the city, he will tolerate it if he must. Despite his many friends, he still has moments where he wants to stay at home and curl up and sleep on a comfy little bed. <3
History: He doesn't particularly know his past. He was kicked violently in the head by a horse one day, therefore completely and totally forgetting all of his memory. It was his owner that really brought him to remember many things. It was almost like re-teaching the poor guy. If anything, Silversnake had managed to relearn everything with ease. He is now residing at the ranch with the same skills he had a year or so ago.
Likes: He enjoys playing with his owner's dogs, and on hot evenings just laying next to the woman and sharing a nice nap. His favorite food are cherries, a rare delicacy for him. Thankfully, he is not a picky eater like his owner's boyfriend. Speaking of, Silversnake cannot help but jump in joy when the boyfriend is mentioned. He is, after all, the reason why cherries are his favorite food!
Dislikes: Although he is very loyal and obedient, he cannot stand taking orders from someone other than his family. He will pull back his ears if commanded and flat out refuse to do the job. This sometimes results in a hit from some of the lesser, more immature teenagers. Due to this, Silversnake has learned to stay away from strangers, despite his curious nature. In fact, he remains a faithful dragon to his ranch owners, but almost never to strangers.
Why the Boo-Boo? He does not remember why there was a rip in his ear, nor does he care how it happened. His owner, affectionately called Momma, told him only recently how it happened. He had apparently been attacked by one of the city dogs, who managed to injure him and take a chunk of his ear out. Momma had patched it up for him and nursed her only dragon back to health. However, he never really managed to heal perfectly, for he still has part of his ear missing.
A city dog?! Oh my, wasn't that traumatic?! It was rather traumatic for Silversnake. However, Momma found it almost hilarious when Silver came trotting along with his pitiful dragon eyes filled with ears and his hurt ear. A city dog, you would think a stray, medium sized dog. Nope. He got attacked by a Chihuahua. Yes, a Chihuahua. And a scary, yapping one at that.
Why do you deserve this cutie? Well.. I've never had any luck adopting any adoptable, and this little dragon just filled my heart with warmth. His colours are beautiful, and the little neckerchief is simply adorable. I've always wanted a pet, but my condo doesn't allow it. So, in order to kind of... Fill in the missing spots, I write stories and draw characters I create. He would be used often and loved. <3

[bake4u]

Reserved

[Prairiesky]

Name: Silas

Personality: Silas is multi-diminutional in his personality. Surprisingly, he is rather lazy. You'd think that living on a farm would make him more productive, but he'd rather sleep in the southern sun than help out.
Although he is lazy, he is kind and means well in his actions. He would never intentionally hurt somebody, and this little guy doesn't know the meaning of a grudge.
Silas is also fiercely loyal. He will never abandon or betray somebody be loves. He is incapable of it.

Theme Song: Pretty Good at Drinkin' Beer (not that he drinks... It's just a lazy song ^^)

Story:
The sunlight shone through the displaced slats in the barn roof where the little dragon slept. It's brightness tugged Silas out of his comfortable sleep and back into reality. He had taken refuge in the barn after a harsh downpour had fallen upon him in his travels. He had hurriedly taken cover.
The dragon was green to country life. He had been raised in the city, but a terrible fire tore down their home and he had moved on.
After stretching briefly, he peeked out of the barn through the hole he had entered. The farm was small and neat, with only a few animals and a wide array of crops. He ventured out, amazed. Where were all the buildings? All the noise? It felt so... Empty.
A rustling sound caught his attention. It came from a tiny little house that looked a bit like a miniature version of what he assumed was the people's house. He trotted over to it, and heard the rustling again. Curiosity getting the better of him, Silas stepped inside. He was greeted by beating wings and terrified squawks from creatures he had never seen. They were brown with oily, strange fur and funny arms. Their mouths were different too. They looked like hard plastic in a pointed shape. He spotted a White thing in a bundle of hay, and took a step closer to inspect it. Before he could react, one of the weird things let out a angry squawk and clamped it's plastic mouth over his ear. Silas howled and shook it off, but the beast had taken a bit with it.
He was about to retaliate when the room was flooded with the sun's light. A kind, sun wrinkled face stared down at him.
"Well what are you?" it asked
Silas tilted his head, trying to look adorable. Apparently it worked because the farmer scooped him up out of the hell of angry/scared flapping monsters.
The farmer brought him inside the big house, and barred him in a room he knew as a kitchen. The man left and came back with a blue bandanna.
"I don't think you were hurtin my chickens, even though you look mighty hungry. If you'd like I'll keep you here with me"
Silas nodded his agreement.
The farmer knelt down and tied the bandanna around his furry neck. Silas had a home.

Done bun can't be undone

[mackstarr]

Name
Sam
Personality
Sam is your all out counrty boy. He talks with that southern accent you often find in Texas and loves rodeos. You can rarley find him clean and hes a lady's man. His lives life with gusto and never forgets to care for the horses. Hes always listening to music and you often catch him dancing. He always has his Ipod and headphones. That and his choice in music is the only thing that doesnt reflect his counrty attitude. Youll often find him laying on his back in the cornfield, singing loudly and watching the clouds roll by. He dreams of love and home-made apple pie, every girl's sweet-talking dream boy. He seems to be very hesitant in opening up though. Sam can shoot up trees like a bullet. Hes always getting the plume of his tail stuck in things but usually holds it high over his back. Hes sensitive to abuse and bad-mouthing and wont let anyone get away with it, unless its him thats being bullied. Sam would never dream of leaving his home for extended periods of time but he has always wanted to go to England.
Theme Song
The Lucky One, Alison Krauss
Favorite Song
Everybody Talks, Neon Trees (i adore this song <3)
Story
Sam's pastel blue eyes blinked in wonder at the net of stars above his head. They stretched endlessly in either direction and twinkled in the deep blue of the night sky. Sam's cream coat was ruffled and untidy, as he had been working most of the day, and his yellow back was speckled with dirt and topsoil. He jumped and swiveled his head around as a loud crashing came from a few yards to his right. Quietly, his practiced paws not nudging any corn husks, he moved like a ghost toward the sound. If someone was tresspassing in his owner's fields she'd want to know.
Turning the corner, her saw two other dragons. They were giggling, which indicated they were girls, and snuffling through the dirt. Sam moved up behind them and sat down. He stayed there for quite a while before speaking. "Y'all aren't very quiet now are yas." The girls spun on their heels and squealed when they came nose to nose with Sam. Scrambling backwards, one fell while the other tripped over her tail and face-planted into the dust. Sam laughed at the scene and the bigger dragon stared in annoyance at him. "Why'd you go on scarin' us like that?" she whined. " 'Cause yur tresspassin'," Sam replied evenly, trying not to laugh as the smaller dragon attempted to free herself from under her friend and came up spitting out dirt again. "We're lookin' fer our papa," the bigger one replied. Sam assumed they were sisters and she was the older one. Sam remembered the older dragon that had come by today. "What's 'is same?" he asked as they finally untangled themselves from eachother. "Laker," the younger told him. "Ah he was 'ere today,"Sam said, standing up. "I reckon he's probably still at the house. Come un, don't want you wreckin' that corn no more."
The next day, Sam got up with the sun. He hauled a bucket of horse feed to each stall in the barn. Patting each horse on the nose and calling them by name when he filled their troughs. "Maddie. Romeo. Saddle." Once he got to the last stall and finished feeing Pacer, he leapt down onto the floor and put the bucket back. Stepping outside out of the dusty air, he saw a flash of blue in the bushes. He crept closer to investigate, his head low. When he saw what it was he straitened up, partially suprised. "Not so good at camoflauge neither," he sighed. The same two girls he had met yesterday were couched around a peach in the bushes. They stood up and the older one bumped her head on the branches. "Ohhhhh you can't go on blamin' us!" she cryed, coming out into the open. "Our place'es sooooo borin'! You looked like you have a ton o fun 'ere!" "Sure when I'm not workin'," Sam growled. He could now get a good look at them. The older was turquoise blue with lighter speckles on her neck and face and rings the same color around her tail. Pale green stripes coated her back and the plume of her tail and her eyes were a deep, shining emerald. Her sister was about half the size of her and light purple with blue snow leopard spots all over her, two extra large ones encompassing her brown eyes. "You can't be here," Sam told them. "I 'ave t' work." His owner of course had over-heard from the barn door. "Take the day off Sammy!" she called. "You've worked awful hard latley!" Sam smiled at her. "Thanks, ma'am!" he called. "Come on lemme show you what we do for fun roun' here," he said turning back to the girls. "But first... yer names?" "I'm Tavern," the eldest replied, smiling broadly. "And this here is meh sister, Vanity."
Sam led Tavern and Vanity into the apple orchard. He shot up a tree in a flash and knocked down three perfect apples. "Now you don't 'ave ta steal our peaches," he winked, landing next to them with an 'oof' as he jumped from the tree. The plume of his tail had sticks and branches in it and Vanity amused herself by pulling them out between bites of her juicy red apple. Next they dashed back into the horse barn. Sam brought them up into the hay loft. "See that there pile of loose straws?" he asked, pointing with his muzzle. Before the sisters could respond, Sam was flying through the air. Hay flew everywhere when he landed and Tavern and Vanity peered in wonder over the edge. "Com'on!" Sam called, laughing as his head poked up through the hay. Vanity did a flying leap right into the middle and Tavern was soon to follow.
They laughed until Tavern squealed and wriggled closer to Sam. "Somethin' just touched my foot!" she cryed. Sam blushed at having the pretty dragon practiclly on his lap. "Erm... Lemme see," he said, diving down under the hay. He knew what it was but he didn't want to admit to the girls they had a rat problem because his owner didn't like cats. Sam found himself face to face with a mother rat and her three babies. "Uh oh," he breathed. The mother rat latched onto his ear and he whipped his head trying to shake her off. He succeeded but she took a chunk of his ear with her. Sam scrambled out of the straw pile and pawed at his torn ear. "Owwwww," he growled. "Dumb rats..." The girls followed at a distance as he walked down to the stream to wash his ear off. After it was clean, he had Vanity untie his bandana because he couldn't reach the back and he jumped into the stream. The water splashed onto the girls and they squealed. Soon they were all swimming in the cool water. By the the time the sun started to go down, the three new friends were wet and tired. They sat on the porch with dry towels wrapped around their furry shoulders. Sam's owner brought them some apple pie and they watched the moon rise. Sam was happy, even though his ear hurt and he hated rats more than ever.
Art

Drawn by the famous MEEEE ... XD (listen to his favorite song while you look at this pic and youll understand why hes dancing <3)
http://mackstarr.deviantart.com/art/Sam ... -300211221

another by me :3 this one took me about ten times less time than the pixel one XD
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Another quick doodle by me ;3 its that Neon Trees song again
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(there will most likley be more)
Likes
apple pie, music, horses, rodeos, clouds, clear days, jumping from the hayloft into a big pile of hay (i think ill use that in the story somewhere...), non-sappy romance, long hikes, climbing trees, trying to catch salamanders and frogs, swimming
Dislikes
bullies, sappy romance (BLLEEEHHK), chickens (they annoy him and honestly, their stupidity kind of freaks him out), highways, cities
Why I want him <3
This is the most adorable JBD ive ever seen! His design is simple and sweet and the wheat adds something great I can't describe. I am a total tomboy myself (with a knack for romance) and I think me and Sam could get along really well ;3 I will die if I don't get him. I cant think of anyone I know that would appreciate him more... But who knows. If I don't get him I hope the one that does treats him like royalty! I know I would! I LOVE YOU SAM!!! <3 <3 <3
(I will probably keep editing thhis all the way up to the day its judged Xc i NEED him to SURVIVE)

[Keero]

Username;

Maestro Bleu

JellyBean Dragon's Name;

Whick

Gender;

Male

Backstory/Description;

"That over yonder, laying on the hay barrel, is Whick. He sure is an odd one, but he's got a heart 'o gold. Ever since a younglin' he hasn't spoken a single word, but don't let that fool ya! He's a cunning one, clever that he is. He don't need to speak, his actions triple for that of any ol' words. Why, there was this one time, back when he was a real youngster, that he tried to gather 'round all the chickens 'imself. Boy, did he make a mess. Those chickens were flappin' 'round all over the place! Whick came cryin' to me when one of 'em pecked him darn hard on his ear. He learned his lesson all right, that ear 'o his won't heal up anymore, so he leaves roundin' up the chickens to me. That bandanna he got? That was his grandaddy's, and he won't take it off no matter what ye tell 'im. Truth is, it ain't the bandanna he got that matters, it's all about what's underneath there. He's got a good ol' scar up there. Now, I ain't about to go spilling out all 'o his secrets, but it's a nasty scar he's got, that's for sure, had it since he was a boy. He doesn't talk 'bout it or anything else, so I don't even know where he got it from. He just came crawlin' up to my door, his stomach a growlin' and his eyes a cryin'. 'Course I took 'im in, me and my wife. The guy never complains and knows his manners, he's a true gentleman. Anyhootin', come on in, we're just about to eat dinner..." With a shout he called out to Whick, "Ain't that right, Whick?!" Turning back to you, the continues, "See, the boy's already trottin' over inside." A look of puzzlement appears on his face as you shake your head, "Not hungry? Well I'll be darned, come on in anyway." You mention something about being busy, and only coming for a quick visit. He sighs with a shrug, unable to satisfy you, "Suit yourself. Door's always open for ya, but I'm hungry as hog right now." You watch him take his leave back toward his home without even a glance back. Perhaps Whick is better off here, you were going to get him a real foster home, but maybe it's not worth it. You climb back into your car, start the engine, and take off as well.

Personality;

Whick is a very calm, responsible, and reliant jelly bean dragon. As his care taker mentioned, he's quite the gentleman, never daring to forget his manners. Though he never utters a single word out of his mouth, his expression shows everything it could ever need to. His bright blue eyes never lie, and can see through any deception you may throw at him. His intelligence is evident in most of his actions, taking great consideration into everything. There is a secret to this little dragon though, the wheat he always keeps in his mouth is what truly keeps him calm. Without this wheat, he suffers symptoms similar to those of being drunk.

Dislikes;

fights/arguments
those who are impulsive
apples
rap
television
technology
crowded areas

Likes;

the country side
peace
solitude
keeping secrets
knowing more than you think he knows
classical music
rivers
wheat

Hobbies;

sleeping on a barrel of hay
daydreaming
reading

Theme Song;

Waltz No. 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich

Art;
Why I Want Him;

Honestly, I've been looking into Jelly Bean Dragons for some time now, but always fearing to fill out a form. This guy though, he's unique as ever, and I fall head over heels for anything as unique as him. I have many characters, but not a single one of them are the "country" type. I draw often, and draw just about all of my characters, though not always digitally. I may not win him, but if I did happen to, I would be over-joyed. And of course, any art I draw of him for this form may go to whoever wins him, as I won't be specifying his name on the picture. I love his coloration, and all that there is about him. <3

[Jetti]

Name: Farmer

Art:

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Story" Once a pon a time there was a Dragon named Farmer who lived on a farm. He was very happy there. Till one day when he was helping his owner plow the fields his ear got caught on a bard wire. He pulled and pulled and finally it came off. He smiled and went on wit his work.

[winkatuck]

I am sorry Princess but it is already closed for judging D: any other forms entered today will not count guys!

Will post results soon!

[wajas]

Okay, may the best form win!