[The Lost One]

.:: Like Time, Water has the power to cleanse and heal::.

.::Name::.
Ozark

i picked the name Ozark becasue of the fact i have always loved going there, and he just reminded me so much about the lake <3 i just thought it fit him.

.::Gender::.
Male

.::Theme Song::.
If Every One Care

.::Favorite Place::.
Lake of the Ozark

.::Personality::.

~Funny~

Ozark has a big sence of humar and tend to enjoy pulling pranks on his buddys and loves telling jokes.

~Outgoing~

Ozark loves to get out side and run, swim, and many other things. he loves to do anything that involves the lake.

~Night Owl~

Ozark loves staying up late to look at the start that shine of the lake water or the firefly that dance in the sky. Night is his parridise that he goes to edcape the world around him.

~Charming~

you can never stay mad at this little fella, he is just so charming that he mostly always gets of the hook.

~loveable~

yep he is just so loveable *evil face*

~Smart~

Ozark is street smart, he always spends his time doing things outside and getting info from those things. but if you but a test infornt of him he will most likly fail the test.

~Story Teller~

one of Ozarks favoite things to do is to tell storys about the world. to talk about the lakes beuatey at night, to tell story to scare people.

.::Big dream of Ozarks:::.
to become a published book writer

Likes:
::Lake:: ::Water:: ::Camp Fires::
::Hanging Witj Friends::
::Telling Storys::

Dislikes:
::Hot Summer Days:: ::Cold Pizza::
::Spiders::

.::Art::.
X x X
WIP

i would do more art of him, but i have been gone and it makes me sad that i dont have lots of art for him.

.::Story:
~i have been dieing to write this X3~

The moonlight glissoned off the surface of the brown
lake water. The fireflys glidded across the sky blinding in the with sparks that fly of the fire. The fire was warm and made shadows of our bodys that spred across the ground. I inhaled a deep breath of the crisp lake smell air as i tryed to stop laughing at my friends who where still laughing at there jokes. this is it i thought. this is why i get up and feel free, becasue to be honist, this is my favorite thing to do. just set back and relax with or with out my friends. but i do perfur having them around.

"ok, ok, my turn!" i was still laughing by not trying laugh as one of my friends fell of the bench. "realy?" i laughted as one of the other pointed at him and told him he was a dork. "i starting to think you dont want to hear my story." my voice trailed off as i looked around trying to not make eye contect, we all know if i looked at them i could not keep a strait face. when i got not reponce from them. i sang, "its a scarry scary story." there heads looked up at me. "come on Ozark! Tell away!" the all shouted and half laughed all at diffrent times.
"i dont know..." my voice tail off and the with in a seconded i was pushed of my stump i was sitting on. "realy dude?" i as and rasied and eye brow. he had a evil smirk on his face. "you know man!" he half yeild and half laugh at me. yah my friends are so nice. please note the scaracum. "ok then!" i said well putting on and evil grin and picked up the flash light to have it shine in my face to have the 'evil glow' effect on my face. As i told my story, the faces of my friends changed, they jump when i yeild, and even one of them jump when a firefly landed on his sholder.
"They where never found." i whispered at the end of my thrilling story. my friends let out a soft gasp as i ended my story. i let out a small chuckle. "your scarded of a firefly." i siad trying to keep a start face but it fail and we bursted out into laughter.

-going to do a little art :3
(under 800 words)
sorry for all the spelling, my word program is not working right now.

[Sable.]

Willow
~ the beauty of one is not in a face, but true beauty is reflected in one's soul.
It is the caring one lovingly gives and the passion that one shows.


I would name her Willow.
Her beautiful pelt of swirling grey and splashes of bright sapphire blue calls for a simplistic yet pretty name.
I thought of dozens of names for her, but Willow seemed to stick with her the whole way through.
Yup, I'm Willow. If you would like, you can think of a nickname for me.


Willow would be a female. From her beautiful blue eyes to her fluffy small paws, she seems rather feminine. Her silvery horns are another example of her stunning beauty. You couldn't have a male who looks this pretty.Your making me blush ^///^.
But from this, you may guess I'm a girl. Although it's kinda obvious.



Cloudless skies, blissful morning.It wasn’t how you would picture the start to a tragic day. “Willow! Come one girl, we goin’ for a walk.” A teenage girl called to a pretty blue and grey Jellybean dragon. Bounding up eagerly, she plodded beside her owner her mind occupied elsewhere. “It’s so much stress lately Willow.” Her owner began to pour her heart out to her furry companion.

The young Jellybean Dragon sat in a tree meters in the air later on.

After the stress her owner had, not intentionally dumped on her she clambered up into the branches and settled on a branch in her oak tree; her favourite place to relax.Her tail dangling in the breeze and her head bobbing slightly to the music invading her mind through some head phones.It was her favourite place to escape from life and just listen to her music.

It’s very peaceful up there, she would say.

An hour or so later, a loud bang split the silence as two cars on the road smashed together.
Willow jumped to her feet on the branch, and losing her balance,
Tumbled to the ground.

* * * *

Groggily, she lifted her head to see the familiar face of the local veterinarian.
Willow went to stretch and let out a long yawn.

I must’ve fallen sleep in the tree. She thought in her foggy mind.

That’s funny. She noticed she was in a neck brace and she felt like part of her was missing.
Carefully, she put on her best thinking face and wriggled each of her paws.

Her left front paw flopped around lazily.
Then so did the right.

Then so did her left back paw.

Or did it?
Again she tried to wriggle her toes but she couldn’t.

W-what’s happening to me? She started to panic.

“Quick! Give her some more sedatives. If she moves, she could permanently damage her spine.” The vet shouted sternly to the assistant.

My spine?

“Oh Willow. I knew I shouldn’t have left you in the tree alone.” Her owners tear soaked eyes sprung new water running down her cheeks. Puzzled, Willow thought over everything, trying to piece together the words of the humans. “Willow, you’ve broken your spine. You’re paralyzed from the waist down.” Her owner cried as she saw the confused and scared look on the dragons face.

I can’t walk anymore?

Willow just looked at her owner with a shocked, empty look.
I can’t walk.

“Don’t worry. She should get better with some physio. She’ll just need a little bit of surgery.” The vet tried to reassure them. Bouts of surgery and countless physio sessions later the final examination was due.

Carefully, she put on her best thinking face and wriggled each of her paws.

Her left front paw flopped around.
Then so did the right.

Then so did her left back paw.

Or did it?
It did!

Filled with glee she flexed her toes back and forward.

The happiness in her eyes quickly fading as her back right leg didn’t respond.

“We have repaired the nerve system to her left back leg and tail, bit her right lef was unresponsive to any of the treatments. We don’t want to amputate it, so we are going to leave her to figure out how to use it on her own.” The vet confirmed Willow’s suspicions. Willow was placed on the floor by the vet and her owner walked down the other end of the room.

“Willow! Here girl!” Her owner coaxed her forward as she took her first proper steps for weeks.

Limping, she got to her owner and gleemed with pride.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

Slowly, Willow accustomed to life using three legs but functioned as normal, only walking with a limp on her back right leg.

And it’s not so bad at all.






Willow's nicknames are Leaf, Fluffy and Hope.



Willow is generally a very optimistic bright girl with a gleam of happiness in her eye.

Around the time of her 'accident' as she refers to it, she fell into a bit of a depression and didn't think life was worth living. After hearing stories of other Jellybean Dragons with disabilities like the blind Braille, or mute Aiden she picked her self up and dusted the sadness away. She tries her best to live her life as normally as she can and loves her little brother Popcorn. She loves to see people smile and laugh. Willow intends on settling with a family of her own one day, but wants to wait to find the right person. Willow has a great big heart and is easily taken advantage of for her gentle and kind nature. She is timid around others she doesn't know, but warms up to them quickly. She takes the most utmost pride in her self and thinks she is perfect the way she is, no what what other JBD's say.

[*~SlyFox~*]

WIPness :3

“No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.”
― Aristotle

. :Name: .
Velimir
. :Nick name: .
Vlad or Mir
. :Gender: .
Male
. :Age: .
Full adult,around 21 in human years.

“Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?”
― Libba Bray

»Likes«

Chemicals
Mutations
Coffee
Sugar cubes
Horror movies
Science
Robotics
Spicy foods
Winter
Books

»Dislikes«

Bad liars
Idiots
Overly obsessed nature lovers
Chick flicks
Gum
Silence
Lemons
Pollen
His motion sickness
Overly nice people

. :Getting to know Velimir: .

Birth day and Year born:
June 6th,1990.

Zodiac for Chinese and Sign:

Geminis

In ancient Greek mythology, Gemini's ruler - Mercury, was the light-footed messenger of the gods who darted back and forth across the heavens delivering news - which might explain why those born under the sign of the 'Twins' are always on the move; thirsty for knowledge and new experiences. Terminally curious and sometimes even mischievous, Geminis are multi-faceted souls who enjoy knowing a little bit of everything but generally not too much about one particular subject. It's just that variety is the spice of their lives!

Year of the horse

People born in the year of the horse have ingenious communicating techniques and in their community they always want to be in the limelight. They are clever, kind to others, and like to join in a venture career. Although they sometimes talk too much, they are cheerful, perceptive, talented, earthy but stubborn.

Birth stone:
Pearl

. :Digging deeper: .

Job:
Scientist/part time adventurer

Personality:
Velimir is what most would call a nut job,he has a strong love for science and is open to any ideas if they involve experiments or going on an adventure.He can be overly nice to others to the point where it can be considered creepy to some,he is harmless and just wishes to help others out.Often he is rather be with other creatures then with his own kind,due to the fact the others don't seem to share his interests or his temper seems to frighten them.Most of his friends are lab-rats or mystical creatures,they seem to get along with him very well.It may not seem like a nerdy looking JBD like himself would start fights or cause trouble,well never judge a book by its cover.Velimir is well known to suddenly disappear without a trace for days,maybe weeks,but he always comes back with a assortment of goods and a tale of where he was.At times he can have a dangerously short temper and isn't afraid to let others know when they make him snap.This causes him to become violent at times by snorting out clouds of smoke from his nose and at his worst throw large objects out of anger.Usually a cup of coffee and a few sugar cubes soothes this grumpy JBD down before things get out of hand.Sometimes he can come off as harsh,but he has his best intentions at heart and means the truth when he speaks.

Odd quirks:
Velimir has moments when he twitches suddenly for no reason,usually says he has muscular issues.
Only drinks his coffee at room temperature.
Sometimes uses his scarf as a coat.
Loves to have honey spoons with his coffee.
Mutters out quotes from books when nervous.
Lemons cause him to get all twitchy and upset,he refuses to say why.

. :Story: .
In the eyes of Velimir

I never understood why so many i met seemed so. . .happy.Their smiles seemed as bright as the morning sun,but to me it wasn't a real smile.One cannot truly smile unless they have experienced the worst in life,yet still be able to smile through it all with their heads held high and spirits bright.

. :Art: .
Velimir as a chibi
By myself
Head shot of Velimir
By myself
His accessories
By myself
Please excuse the poor quality of the pictures,i love to sketch this guy out so more pictures to come. <3

[squints]

This one just isn't the one for me,
Sure is pretty though!
Good luck to every one! <3

[knight of time]

Oh my... She is beautiful... Though I doubt I will win, I must try out for her. She is absolutely beautiful.


Name: Chinook

Gender: Female

Personality:

Chinook is quick witted, slightly shy, and reserved. She's a hard worker with a passion for shiny things and such, and she, unlike a lot of her familt and the people she sometimes has to work with, has a heart and will sometimes let go the small fish or fish that 'have the light in their eyes'. Her ADHD and dyslexia make it easier for her to focus on five things at once.

Story:

Chinook was born a city girl, with ADHD, dyslexia, and a poor family with much evil around them, like the theives and pawn shops. Her family was too harsh, hard, and thick-skulled for he gentle nature. They abandoned her. When her mother gave her away to smugglers who shipped her off to Kenai, Alaska, she was at home in this new, colder, cleaner place. She lived near Soldotna, though she never really found anyhting she was good at until she met a few fishers going boating in the Cook Inlet. They said they were off to pick fish out of one of theit nets so they could earn their keep up here. She asked if she could join them, just this once, but they turned down her offer, leaving her on the beach to feel sorry for herself. Then she went back up the bluff to the area where all the houses were and watched them work. The boat pickers had a bag with them, and they'd pull the net over the boat's hull and pull the fish out with gloved hands. The shore pickers, however, used tractors to pull the nets up, they picked the fish, put them in boxes, and then washed the sand and rocks off them later. Then all the fish were sent to the fish buyes for profit. One day the group of people left and forgot about a net that needed to be picked. Chinook, who had no name at the time, got into the tractor, hooked it up to the cord that held the net, and backed up until the net and many silvery fish were dragged out of the water. She did what she had lesrned by obverving: She picked the fish, toted them, and washed them, and then drove a beach truck up the bluff with the fish in it. She drove to the buyers and dropped them off, and met the fishers. They said that they would have been shut down if not for her, and they gave her the name of a reknowned fish around there: The Chinook Salmon. Chinook now works as a picker and earns a well amount of money to support her for doing something she loves. She also finds passion in fishing for halibut around Caligan Island and looking for aggots, a type of quartz, on the beach.

[Bluepup429]

Name: Blues
Gender: Male
Personality: SHy, friendly
Story: (under 800 words please; after 800 words I will stop reading)

One a Jellybean dragon named Blues ivneted something a JBD robort!! Then it worked!! The next day the robrt was being mean! Blues put a match on and throw it at the robrt then he saved and detoryed the city!

The end

STOP LOOKIGNGNGN AT THIS WHAT R U DOING

[stocking]

Name:Cillity
Gender:female
Personality:never walks past a hurt JBD or thing,caring,loves running,never ever goesin the bush but loves rainforest?
Story: GOTI(getting on to it)

[tilika.]

I will be trying. Reserving post. Thank you <3

[min yoongi]

Name:
"My name...? The catch is, I don't have one. I did not know of my mother and father, and since I spent my first years alone, how do you think I can know my name? However, many costumers call me by the name of Isaac."

Meaning of name:
"I've always been told the name Isaac means He will laugh and is associated with laid-back personalities; I cannot claim this is false, due to me being pretty relaxed and being a male."

Gender:
"I'm referred to as a male."

Personality:
"...I'm going to leave this part to Kat."
A real joker and prankster, Isaac's quite the oddball. Despite his age, he rarely acts mature except in dire and critical situations. He acts like your average teenage street clown; whether you need a good joke/comeback/remark, Isaac's your man, he's got everything you need at the tip of his tongue, although because of his very tongue, he gets into more danger than a adolescent pup. He once said, in his teenage years, that females were inferior to males. He got a slap from both Frappucino and Socks, earning a small, thin scar under his left eye.

He can act quite mature when he needs to, and will get in line as soon as a Dragon superior to him says so. When mature, he is known to take the position of a cool, calm and collected leader, usually calming down nervous Dragons in extreme situations and diving head first into a challenge, but not without thinking. He was once reckless and jumped into a fight with a rouge Dragon and got a huge bruise on his muzzle, so he now thinks before he acts.

However, as a merchant, he has a charismatic side to him that shows only when he's in the heat of a job - as well as his sly and cunning side. He is trying his best to always be competitive, for Merchants are the deal makers. Every situation is realistically analyzed for its profit potential. A well executed deal, even one that is profitable for all participants, can be its own reward for many Merchants. On the positive side he can be logically practical, rational and realistic. On the negative side he may be rigidly dogmatic as well as unmerciful and precipitous. However, his reputation is pretty high - so you'll have to be pretty good to make a deal with him.

Story:
~WIP~

Dropping out. Good luck to anyone who wins him/her!

[daanny]

Name:
Arabethia

Gender:
Female

Personality:

Arabethia is mostly sweet and acts kind to others. She loves her family and spoils her friends! Arabethia isn't always sweet, she is sometimes a whole 'nother person... Arabethia can be a generous friend, or a risk-taking sibling.


Sometimes, Arabethia can be a teensy bit rowdy when she is around dis-respectful people, or strangers. Arabethia wont ever let anyone get in her way, but she still sets fire on fire. Arabethia is always protecting her friends or siblings. She keeps a close eye on strangers, and people she can't trust!


Arabethia is a funny person, she loves to make new jokes. Arabethia makes her friends laugh 'till their stomachs hurt. Arabethia is never too serious with joking or making fun of others, but can make a whole crowd laugh. Arabethia was born a comedian!


Arabethia is a little clumsy sometimes, she will misplace items or accidentally do the wrong thing, even though she had the right thing in mind. Arabethia also sometimes says the wrong words, or fails at something easy. But, she won't let one mistake put her on the wrong foot. She will always keep standing, there is no domino effect in her life!

Story:
"Aerris says my story is a WIP!"

So far I got:

Arabethia is a pretty sweet girl, shes a great friend and is VERY funny! She can get mean sometimes, that's if she needs to! She will go to protect everyone she has to.
It was early morning in December, I could hear the wind drifting by the cabin-like cave. It was cold, and there was low food. I was lying down asleep, and knocked out more than ever... "Arabethiaaaa." My mom twirled into my room calling my name. "Huh, what?" I woke up. "It's time for Dinner honey, you were napping so long you forgot all about dinner this evening!" she laughed, "Well honey, if you would like some food theres some in the kitchen. I'd be glad if you ate dinner with the family!"her mom was always seeming happy as if there was nothing bad that ever happened to her in life. "Well mom, I'm not sure I'm hungry. But if you'd like me to eat, I guess I will get some strength this winter." I called back to her, leaping out of bed. Even though I wasn't so happy.

Art of me:
"My art is a WIP as Aerris says!"