[Ivara]

You make your own, though I can PM you one you can use if you'd like Bella~

[the timey thing]

Omg..... IVARA I AM GOING TO --- err.... I'm going to try. <3

[Butter Dragon]

Name: Sparka
Gender: Female
Favorite Food: Blue berries
Personality: she is Sweet, "Loves balloons", She (like my mom) Love's school, she is an easy friend maker and love's having so many friends, she is sweet but sometimes can get wild if she gets near too much sugar, And she loves the color blue.
Art:

[Butter Dragon]

Can art be colored in?

[Ivara]

No, it has to be either drawn by yourself or ordered. You also might want to elaborate on the personality quite a bit.

[Ivara]

Forms are coming along nicely!

[Flitter]

Be not afraid of greatness:
some are born great, some achieve greatness, and
some have greatness thrust upon them.

== Name ==
Cinnamon Girl...where do I even begin? First of all, her markings reminded me of cinnamon sugar. Powdered and fluffed and that warm, spicy brown--checkmark one. Next there's her personality; very sweet with just a little bit of added spice. That's cinnamon! The food makes me think of warm days curled up by the fire, and that image also kind of reminds me of her. Isn't that one of those times you'd love to have a JBD at your feet? There's also the song Cinnamon Girl, which isn't normally my style of music but actually has a kind of nice melody. I loved that she could have a song related to her name on top of everything else. :3 Here it is for y'all-- http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=pl ... XWHF27R0AA. Her nickname is Cinnamon, which is pretty much all she's ever called (except when her family calls her Munchkin! Don't tell, though--that's just one of those pet names most kids get at some point).

== Statistics ==
Cinnamon Girl is pony-sized, so right in the middle of the JDB size spectrum. She weighs 500 pounds (which sounds like a lot, but it's really not for something the size of a small horse). Cinnamon has warm brown fur, wavy ear type, and a curled tail. Her eyes are brown. As far as all tests can tell, she is in perfect health. She lived in Taj'Budad for 12 years, then moved to Rakal City. Her birthday is October 17.

== Personality ==
Cinnamon is a gutsy southern girl with a big heart and a lot of determination. To break that down for y'all:
~Sweet~
Cinnamon has a certain old-fashioned kindness that a lot of people have lost today. She's kind to everyone, big or small, and loves the whole world without questioning it. Gullible? Yes. But Cinnamon is sugar-sweet to every stranger she meets. She's the type who will not only remember your birthday, but what you want as a present and what color wrapping paper you'd like on the outside. The girl who bakes cookies and brings them into class to share just because she feels like it. The one who is loved by just about everyone just for existing.

~Determined~
Cinnamon doesn't give up and doesn't let go. She's not much of an activist, but she digs her heels in deep and refuses to pull them out again. Her brand of determined is persistent--one o'clock in the morning and she'll still be working on something she feels needs to be done. The world will just have to stop turning if it's not going to turn the way Cinnamon wants it to (not the most flexible of creatures).

~Full of Integrity~
Cinnamon means what she says and says what she means. She would never tell a lie, and her level of honesty can sometimes be brutal. She wants people to truly believe in what they're saying, and when others don't match her integrity she can get very upset. Cinnamon has a bit of a tendency to live in her own, idealistic world, and her standards are as high as this world shows. Sadly, real life doesn't match up very often.

~Reserved~
It's not that Cinnamon is shy or aloof, she just doesn't feel the need to go up and tell random strangers her life story. Cinn figures that what's in her life is her business, and she's not really comfortable sharing that with people. She rarely complains or brags, which is a good thing, but she gets touchy when people ask her even the simplest questions sometimes. It can be hard to live with that. Still, most of the time a healthy amount of modesty and reserve is a good thing.

~Generous~
Cinnamon is the most generous soul you'll ever have the fortune of meeting. She'll give you her last stick of gum, her first slice of cake, anything that she has that you want. Cinn makes you feel right at home wherever she is, and mostly that's done by offering you anything in her possession to make you comfortable. She's the perfect hostess. She can be very easily manipulated in this, however, and once she figures out that someone has taken advantage of her she gets extremely hurt. This isn't a fun thing to see.

~Stubborn~
This goes hand in hand with determined, but it's not quite so positive. Cinnamon often refuses to see other sides of a problem, even if they have a valid point. Once she gets something stuck in her head it's staying there, no matter how much logical evidence plays against it. There's no changing Cinnamon's mind, which many find quite annoying.

~Southern~
Cinnamon is very much a southern girl! She has the smooth, rolling drawl and the steady, kindly attitude to leave her about as representative of the region as any stereotype could be. This makes her move from Taj'Budad (her southern home) to Rakal City (the JDB equivalent of NYC) very difficult, as shown in the story below. Still, even once she gets settled in the north Cinnamon is a southern belle at heart. You can take the girl out of the south but you can't take the south out of the girl!

~Warm~
Cinnamon is warm, huggable, kindly, soft, every adjective you associate with a big smile and then some. Her kindliness and love of home cooking makes her often seem to exude warmth, a quality most everyone finds reassuring. She's the one you just want to snuggle up with! Cute little girl...

== Likes and Dislikes ==
Autumn is a much-loved season.

Cinnamon is the best food, of course!


For unknown reasons, Cinnamon seems to like cats and get along with them well.

The rain is a good excuse to curl up in front of the fireplace with a cinnamon bun. Cinnamon approves.

A dislike for Cinnamon...bugs are SO ANNOYING!

Dislike round two: Cinnamon is not a math student. Not by any means...

Cinnamon is sugar-sweet, and she hates cruelty to herself or others. She is strongly anti-bullying.

== An Interview With Cinnamon ==
April:
So you seem to be a very sweet JellyBean Dragon, Cinnamon. Do you agree with that reputation?
Cinnamon:
Well I don't know if I'd put it quite like that. I do like to make other dragons happy as best I can, but...I don't want to come off as bragging. "Very sweet" might be going a little too far--who told you that anyway? What are my friends saying about me!?
April:
Calm down, every dragon I've talked to has been very flattering. No one has had a bad word to say! What would you consider your faults to be?
Cinnamon:
I can be right stupid some days, and a real klutz. I'm always knocking into stuff and coming up with dumb ideas, and I'm more than a bit stubborn. I pull through, though, most of the time--I don't think the world hates me quite yet.
April:
I should say not! Now that you've criticized yourself a little, what do you feel are your best qualities?
Cinnamon:
I guess I can bake ok. I made some delicious cinnamon buns just last night--I have them around here somewhere. You should try them! They're real sweet, with powdered sugar on top, and they taste just perfect with hot cocoa.
April:
Tempting as that sounds, I should probably finish the interview first. What would you say your 'favorites' are, Cinnamon? Number, color, food...
Cinnamon:
I've always liked the number 8, just because it seems so round and even and all. Mocha, one of my best friends, likes the number 7, but that seems so rough to me...for colors orange is my favorite. It feels so warm and cheerful, you just kinda have to like it! My favorite animal is a cat. They're so cute--I met one once, and he took a liking to me right away. Mum doesn't understand what I see in them, but cats are so elegant, I love them anyway.
April:
I'm more of a dog person myself, but I can see your point. How about people you know? Do you get along with your family, and your friends? Any crushes (shh, I won't tell)?
Cinnamon:
My Mum and I have always had a great relationship. Sure, she can be a little rough sometimes, but she had to raise me all on her own. I know she has trouble knowing what's best. She's probably my best friend, and she's always there when I need her. I do wish she wouldn't spank me so often, though. It's like she doesn't know how hard I'm trying to make her happy.
My aunt and cousins (who I lived with for a while) are real nice too. Auntie Hiro doesn't understand my ways very well, but I know she always tries, and I can ignore her when she fails. My cousin Tanya is real cute, and when I'm not feeling too grown-up she can be right fun to play with as well. Seven, my other cousin, is one of my closest friends. He warns me about what life is like and how to survive it, although he can also annoy me better than anyone else when he wants.
Mocha was my old best friend when I still lived in Taj'Budad, and I miss her every day. She was the sweetest, smartest JDB you'll ever meet, top of our grade every year since kindergarten. When I was upset she always knew what to do, and we never fought, NEVER. I don't think I'll ever have a friend as close as her again. She's the thing I miss most about my old town.
As for crushes? It wasn't real nice of you to ask...but because you're a potential owner, you should know me inside out so you can tell what you're getting into. There IS one guy, Ciro, who's kind of cute. Maybe more than kind of. And he's so nice...he's the only boy I've ever liked for his personality as well as his looks. I think he likes me back, but I don't really know. For now I can daydream....

== Cinnamon's Story ==
My mother was crying when I kissed her good-bye, and I could taste the salt of her tears. My bags pressed against my leg, a constant reminder of where I was headed. And what I was leaving.
The thing about Taj’Budad, the only home I’ve ever known, is how big it is. In the summer there’s nothing but grass as far as the eye can see, and the sun rises high over all the people, giving us warmth and keeping us together. We all unite under that sun, and we all get along because of it. Mum said that where I was going (Rakal City), buildings would block the light for days on end, and there would be more rain than shine. I’m not quite sure if she was talking about the weather or my future life. As I saw things, it didn’t much matter.
Mocha, my best friend, had smiled when I said I was leaving. She saw it as good that I could get away from Taj’Budad, and I could see her point. My hometown was dirty, and the air was so unclean we had to wear masks about once a week. There wasn’t always enough food to go around, and cinnamon sugar (my namesake and favorite food) was a once-a-year treat.
The first time I can think of where I really knew I was poor was in the first level of school. There was this one girl there, Brinjal, that everybody knew for being the most generous dragon around. She was the kind of kid who, even if she didn’t know you, would give you her last stick of gum. Just about everyone was friends with Brinjal.
One day, after the food rationing had started up again, she came to school with an unusually full-looking pouch. We all crowded around to see what she had, and if she could give any to us. But she wouldn’t let us look, and when we pressed her she burst into tears. Our teacher came looming over us then, and looked at Brinjal hard. When he asked her to turn out her pouch, she did so with trembling paws.
The thing that came out surprised all of us—jellybeans. Most of us had had them just hours ago for breakfast, but that didn’t matter; we flung ourselves on top of the treat, gorging on someone else’s food.
The teacher, voice booming, commanded us to stop. When we did, we heard Brinjal’s whole, sad story; the food rationing meant that she hadn’t had breakfast that morning, or dinner the night before. She had stolen the beans from that night’s supper supply, because she knew her brothers wouldn’t let her eat then either. We all stood back, humbled. It touched places my naïve self didn’t know existed, to hear that my own classmate didn’t get enough food to eat.
That night, I went home and told my mother about what had happened. She took me under her arm and held me tight, making promises about what was to come. In all the blurred memories of my childhood, that was what I remembered the most clearly—my mother told me that some day, she would help me leave. She had family in Rakal City, she said, and when I was big I could go to a place where ever child had enough to eat, and more too. I was entranced with her tales of urban life, and for years I couldn’t wait to grow up and meet my city relatives.
Now that the day had come, I wasn’t so sure. Taj’Budad was my home, and leaving it meant leaving all I had ever known. I might never see Mum again, not to mention Mocha and my other friends at school. The sky would be hidden behind buildings—I didn’t want buildings anymore! I wanted home!
Mum wasn’t giving me a choice. Early Sunday morning, she helped me finish packing and dragged me out across town to the local train station. The nighttime-mist hadn’t yet left the air, and I clutched her paw tight. How could I ever leave my mother? I whispered tales of terror in her ear, and she held me up against her, telling me what I already knew, about the opportunities Rakal City could provide. I ignored the words and listened to her voice; reedy and high, with an airy tone like an opera-singer. Her fur smelled like peaches and lotus flowers, and I never wanted to let her go.
Despite my wishes, she pushed me away towards the train and hid her face in her paws. By then I was crying too, my throat swelled up with grief. It hurt. It hurt like nothing a sheltered, small-town girl had ever felt, and I wanted it to end. I wanted to be small again, and to climb back into my mother’s lap where nothing bad could ever happen. Instead, I got into the train care and curled up against the window and sobbed.

Three Days Later, in Rakal City:
My cousin’s names were Tanya and Seven, and their mother was called Hiro. I didn’t know what city people were going to be like, and I prepared myself for almost everything: muggers, thieves, cult leaders, painfully shy, rude, violent, sweet, thoughtful, and more other things than I care to contemplate. Needless to say, by the time I found myself standing on their doorstep, bag in hand I was a nervous wreck. Their doorbell didn’t work, and I was afraid if I pushed the rusted metal any harder it would break. So I sucked in my breath and gently knocked on the door.
From the inside, I heard muffled bangs and clatters and a few shouts of “Mommy! Cinnamon Girl is here!” I quickly checked my reflection in the shiny tile that made up the outside of the house. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t usually a vain sort of dragon, but in the train bathroom I had meticulously fussed with myself—smoothing my fur, using lip-gloss and eye shadow, brushing and re-brushing my teeth. I hoped I still looked all right. What if they took one look at me and thought I was a beggar, or a street bum? What if they looked like that instead? My nerves built up inside me, creating a blockade in my chest so I could hardly breathe. All I wanted to do was run; but where to? Taj’Budad was already a distant memory, and I didn’t know anybody in Rakal. So I did the only thing I could do. I waited.
When the door finally opened, I saw two big furry creatures sitting there, staring at me. The older one (Seven) was giant, and his fur was an almost disturbing shade of orange-and-green. I supposed he might be thought of as handsome by Rakal City terms, but to a country gal he was more than a little unsettling.
His little sister Tanya wasn’t much better. She was as petite as her brother was tall, but her fur matched his in brightness. It was teal, with neon-purple, yellow, and red markings—I longed for Mocha, with her soft, chocolately-brown tones. Tanya’s eyes were rainbow. Who had rainbow eyes?!
I snapped myself out of my reverie and extended my hand. Seven reached out and shook it, a smile creeping across his oh-so-green face. “You must be Cinnamon Girl. We’ve been waiting for you to get here…Tanya has been planning what you have to see in Rakal City for weeks. Come on in and meet Mom—she has some good home cooking all set out.”
His words were kind, but his accent startled me. It was harsh and quick, versus my gentle, round drawl. He enunciated every letter; nobody did that in Taj’Budad. Still, I couldn’t tell him I thought he talked strangely. I was starting a new life with no one to look out for me, and I had to watch my tongue.
I smiled at Seven. “Thank you! I’m so glad to be here. The train ride was so long I almost forgot where I was headed to, and now that I’ve remembered some of your mum’s home cooking sounds just fine.”
“Well then, Cinnamon Girl, step right this way.” Once I got over his accent a little his voice was really beautiful—rich and deep, not so different than the boys in Taj’Budad after all. I stood there, just taking it all in for a minute before I remembered I had to say something.
“Cinnamon. You can call me Cinnamon.”

~

My room in Rakal City was much nicer than my room in Taj’Budad, but other than that I wanted to go home. The food tasted blander here, and the air smelled sour. Hiro was kind enough, but she mostly left me to the care of Tanya and Seven. That I understood. Back home Mum didn’t always have time for me either. But I wished she would talk to me sometime, just to say hello. In Taj’Budad a new neighbor staying for even just the week would have the whole town trying to make him feel at home.
Seven tried to keep me entertained, but I learned quickly that we were very different sorts of people. He did everything fast, and while he was friendly he clearly saw me as something to suffer through versus a real friend. So much for Mum’s ideas that we would be like brother and sister right away. There was something about Seven I didn’t like, something I wasn’t used to, and I couldn’t quite figure him out. He was like an open book—a little too open for a self-respecting southerner.
Tanya was just plain annoying. She wanted to play princess, and Barbie, and faeries, and a million other things I was far too old to even consider. She was sweet, and gave me lots of hugs, but she acted too…little-sister-ish. I was an only child, and I just couldn’t handle the aura of Tanya.
I thought, given the annoyances of “home”, school would come as a relief. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Hiro had hardly pushed us all out the door on day one when a tall boy with neon green fur swiped my hat. “Hey!” I yelled after him, taking chase across the pavement before he could get away. Seven grabbed the back of my collar, yanking me still. “That’s Sparrow. He’s not the kind of dragon you mess with.” Seven’s dark eyes danced angrily. “But he took my hat! I need it!” I yelped.
“I don’t care. There are people in Rakal City like you haven’t met before, and you need to be careful—promise me you won’t ever do that again, Cinnamon.”
I nodded gravely. What else could I do? It hadn’t occurred to me that that boy could actually hurt me. Nobody except Mum had ever slapped me before, and a spanking from your mother and a beating by a classmate are completely different things. I would spend the next five years, or so I vowed, avoiding this person named Sparrow.
This promise, however well intended, lasted a full half hour until I saw him in first-period math. It was never my best subject to begin with (I was a home-ec sort of girl), and when I saw him sitting there, my only hat perched jauntily on his head, I was ready to scream. That, however, was beneath me; I marched over and grabbed my hat off his ears. Sparrow lurched to his feet, apparently shocked that I had dared defy him. Seven’s warning ringing in my ears, I took a step back and tried to sit down.
“Did you take my hat?” His voice was slurred and stupid, and I had a feeling he was about as intelligent as Tanya.
“It’s my hat,” I replied, voice trembling. I wasn’t THAT scared—why couldn’t I keep my voice steady? I cursed my nerves and clutched the hat behind my back. Wasn’t anybody in the class watching? Didn’t they care that I was about to get beaten up?
Sparrow swung a lazy punch at my jaw. My heart started hammering—it didn’t even hurt. But he had hit me. He had really, really hit me, and suddenly everything I had thought was certain in my life had come unglued. I blinked to hold back the tears that were suddenly pressing against my eyelids.
“Whassamatter, baby girl? You gonna go crying?” he mumbled. I hated that voice, that drunken sound that, back home, always meant Miss Lirrie next door had had a bit too much wine. Mum always muttered about Miss Lirrie not being fit for society, and I had to say Sparrow seemed to fall under the same category. I hunched over in my seat. I was a big girl now, didn’t need to go crying back to Mommy…but I wanted to go home!
~

The rest of the day was heck. I suffered through social studies and gym, language arts and regular art, all in constant terror of Sparrow. By the time I finally pushed through the front door in my new apartment, all I could think of doing was lying down on my bed to sob.
Hiro, of course, stopped me. “How was your day, hon?” she asked with a smile.
“Fine, ma’am,” I said, lying through my teeth. Hiro gave a nervous laugh.
“Now Cinnamon, sweetheart, you don’t need to call me ma’am.” I thought about that for a second.
“Fine, Miss Hiro.”
She pursed her lips. “Just ‘Hiro’ will do nicely, love.”
“Fine, Hiro.” There. Would that make her happy yet?”
“Do you need anything before you rest, Cinnamon?”
I nodded to her quickly. “Nome.” Hiro raised one eyebrow, like I was beneath her just a little.
“My, Cinnamon, you are certainly a southern girl now, aren’t you?’
This made me stand up a little taller. “Born and bred 131 Cinnamon Lane, Taj’Budad, ma’am.”
Hiro gave another little chuckle. “Why I didn’t know you were named after your street!”
I smiled, now in one of the topics I liked the best. “I wasn’t, ma’am—the street was named after me! Mum and a few of her friends were the first to really settle the area, and I was born the day the last house was put up. I was called Cinnamon, and old Mr. Henshaw said he reckoned that was such a pretty name the street should have it too!”
Now Hiro’s lips were pursed. “I know our cultures are different, Cinnamon Girl, but even in Taj’Budad you must have been taught it was wrong to tell a lie. Whole roads are not named after baby girls. Now I’d like you to go up to your room and think about what you just told me.”
Stunned, I tripped up to my room in a daze. I had been telling the truth! Taj’Budad wasn’t like Rakal City in the way things were done. A name wasn’t so important down there, and things were often called something just because of what was around when it was time for it to be named. My old school was called Lilac Grove Private just because there happened to be some lilac bushes around—how was that any different?
I threw myself against the smooth cotton sheets and cried like I had never cried before. I sobbed for my one lost hat, for Hiro not understanding, for eating lunch without Mocha by my side, for being without Mum. Always for being without Mum. My whole body was racked with tears, shuddering through me like a tsunami of desperation. Nobody knew me here! Nobody knew who I was and what I could do, and worse, nobody cared. Nobody cared about me at all. After two hours of sobbing, I drifted off into fitful sleep, half hoping I would never wake up.

Three hours later, I awoke to Seven standing awkwardly in my doorway, holding a tray of soup. Everything was blurry, and my body ached in the way you only get post-sobbing outbreak. But all in all, I have to say I felt better. A little rest clears your mind and clears your spirit, and the offering of food does even better!
“Um…I’m sorry if Mom upset you,” Seven mumbled. “She can be a little rough sometimes, and she doesn’t always know what too much looks like. I heard from some guys you had a kinda rough first day…you probably don’t want to talk about it. Here’s some food, and Mom says it’s ok if you stay up here for dinner. She felt really bad when she saw you had been crying, Cinnamon.”
I gave him a weak smile, feeling like one of the beaten heroines in romance novels. “Thanks, Seven.”
He nodded, then slipped back out the door. I sat cross-legged on the comforter and spooned up my soup—it was watery. Nothing like Mum’s. Still, it tasted like fresh basil and oregano, and I lapped it up greedily. Stomach full, I flopped back on my lavender-scented pillow. Just before I drifted off to sleep for the second time, I made a resolution—there was no way I was going back to school tomorrow.
TO BE DRASTICALLY CONTINUED!!!! NOT EVEN THREE FOURTHS OF THE WAY DONE YET!

== Art ==
WIP! I'm working on it!

== Cinnamon's Medley ==
I couldn't write original music for this girl. I tried, but without any background music there could be no harmony. She kind of needs harmony in a real piece. :3 So here's a quick medley that tells about her move to Rakal City, and a bit about her personality as well. I think it flows fairly well for three completely different songs, but I wish my singing were better. -_- Anyway, here you go!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4t4rrhxP ... detailpage
Using parts of: Don't Stop Believing (Journey), Pinkie's Smile Song (Daniel Ingram, My Little Pony), and The Faster The Treadmill (I Fight Dragons).

== Why I Want Cinnamon and What I Will Do With Her ==
After I successfully adopted Seven I told myself I'd wait. JDB 200 would be coming out soon, and I'd want to adopt it...I couldn't just take another by Ivara right after my first! That would just feel awkward. No, I commanded. I'd wait. We all know how that turned out. :3
I love every single one of my characters in different ways. There are some that I love to draw, some that I love to RP, some that are nice just to look at...and Cinnamon? Even when I was telling myself I didn't need another JDB yet, Cinnamon made me write. She has an inspirational quality I've never seen before in a character, and I knew after the first five sentences of my (incomplete!) story that i had to have that inspiration.
She's also, quite simply, beautiful. Cinnamon has an air of subtlety that many of the latest JDBs are lacking, and her warm brown-peppered fur made me want her at once. You really outdid yourself this time, Ivara, and I will never stop being impressed by Cinnamon's gorgeous, meaningful coat. She has the kind of design that gave me a personality in my head at once.
If I were lucky enough to be Cinnamon's owner, I would write about her daily, and draw her some more too. She would be one of my most-loved characters, right by Seven's side as the leaders of my charrie thread. I wouldn't let a day go by without looking at her, and thinking of something more that I could do.
She's adorable. Wonderful. So sweet, and so warm at the same time. I love my Cinnamon, and I would consider it an honor if she could be my own. <3

WIP!

[Junsui]

I'll try out for him soon.

[Ivara]

Ohmygoshness April! I can't wait to see the rest if that's just the first fourth!

And yay~ Looking forward to seeing your form Junsui!

[[Badger]]

Name:
Kal

Gender:
Male

Favorite food:
Banana smoothies

Personality:
Kal is usually happy but tends to get angry very easily. He's normally not around other Jelly Bean Dragons because they always tease him for looking so much like a chilli-dog. He lives by the beach where his chilli-dogness actually helps him blend into the sand so most humans don't notice him at first. He loves banana smoothies and will do almost anything for them, which sometimes gets him in trouble...

Art: