[voidsounds]

Username;;
I'm Midnight Dragon. owner of two lovely JBDs and hoping to get a lovely 3rd.

Yep, you heard 'er.

Name;;
Mr. Crackle
I chose this name because I thought this JBD looked like some chocolate bar with nuts in it. I would love to eat that. I love both of them.

Yep, that's ma' name. Pretty great, right?

Nicknames;;
Mr. C; Big C; Crackle; Crackster
Just shortenings of his name; on the exception of Crackster.

But ya'll can call me Mr. C.

Gender;;
Male
Believe me, you wouldn't mistake him for a female.

Uh, yeah, last I checked, I was a guy. 100%.

Age and Birthdate;;
October 2nd, 1985
He is 26, A good, healthy age.

Not too old, not too young.

Sexuality;;
Pan-sexual
Gender is not really important for him; he can and will fall in love with anyone.

As long as they love me and I love them, it's cool.

Friends;;
• Kiwaro (Owned by Winkatuck)
• Donut (Owned by Hurricane Fluttershy)
• Lyra (Owned by Jayflight~)
• Kenna (Owned by Lady Obvious)
• Firework (Owned by Love that Dog!)
• Density (Owned by Love That Dog!)

Yep, those are ma' buddies. Be jelly.

Size;;
Cow Sized
He's large, but his size is mostly fluff. If you shaved him, he would be the size of a buck.

All that fluff gets SO hot in the summer. Phew!

Weight;;
230 lbs.
Healthy, I guess.

It't not polite to ask for someone's weight...

Voice;;
Soft-ish, medium pitch voice, masculine, with a faint Southern accent.

Uh huh, hey, why ya' want to know about that anyways? I'm right here to tell ya'!

In his Pouch;;
He keeps a spare notebook, pencil and a pocket-sized copy of the book "Bitterblue" by Kristen Cashore.

I was prepared, I was prepared, I will always be prepared...

Color Codes;;
Cream - feedd5
Brown/beige - cfa085
Black - 363636
Orange - febd46
Red - fe4b46
Horns - feedd5

Um. Well. Whateve' those are, those are the right ones.

Personality;;

. M E L L O W .

Mr. Crackle is pretty mellow, despite his name. He is usually content with where he is, what he is doing, and normally will simply continue what he is doing, oblivious to other things. He almost never downright refuses things, he usually lets other objects guide him and determine what he will do. He doesn't mind at all; in fact, he's just a little too willing to let others decide on his fate. He's not easily manipulated, though. He is very sweet, a big softie both on the outside and the inside. He's a real homebody, sticking close to his home.

Oh, you want to play dice with me? Sure. Oh, you want to go on a walk with me? Sure. Oh, you want to my dishes? Sure. I don't mind one bit. Hey, what are you doing there? I trusted you! Oh, you're sorry? Here, have a cookie.

. G E N T L E .

Mr. Crackle would never hurt a fly. He always hates it when he steps on a worm or something, because he feels bad that he took an innocent life away from the world. He will get sad often times if me accidentally, say, steps on a bug. He will mourn for the bug and bury it in a specific area just for dead bugs. He is the kind of Jellybean Dragon to pick up dead animals off of the road and bury them. He is very gentle with his words as well, saying them carefully as not to offend anyone. He hates it when he makes someone feel bad and often makes it up to them for days, weeks even, to make sure that they forgive him.

Oh, no, I stepped on a worm! The innocent life is now cruelly wiped off of the face of the earth, never even experiencing the thrill of living to see the sunset! You deserve better. I'm ever so sorry...

. C O M M I T T E D .

Once Mr. Crackle sets his mind on it, he will get it done. No question. He was raised int eh south, and he worked on a farm for the majority of his life, and he's used to hard work for hours in the hot sun. He doesn't mind working for long periods of time, since it gives him time to ponder and dream. He is, although the tiniest bit lazy, will usually accomplish something. He will put his heart into completing a task and will be heartbroken if he does not accomplish it. He hates laziness, even though he can tend to get a bit lazy after a few days of hard work., but if you ever need a worker, Mr. Crackle's your man.

Man, a few days of work can really get to ya. I'm ready for a long nap. But I have to do dinner...aw, well, I'll eat later.

. G O O F Y .

Mr. Crackle is very silly if you get to know him. His nickname, 'Crackster', was made after his friends discovered how silly he was, after he slipped his guise of the serious, working oddball. He has a great sense of humor, and he can tell a joke just the right way to make people laugh every time it's told. He loves to tell jokes to people, since it spreads joy. He loves to hear new jokes as well, and put his own twist on them. He loves to cheer up people in general, and never insults people when he tells jokes. Sometimes when he is in a goofy mood, he tends to forget things, unlike his usual smart self.

Alright, alright. I'll tell it one more time. You walk into a one story house...

. I N T E L L I G E N T .

Mr. Crackle is very smart. No doubt. His handwriting is crisp and legible, his work is always well written and completely accurate, he hates misspellings and such. He is very neat and organized with everything as well. His bookshelf is organized by series, author's last name, and for dictionaries, thickness. Instead of playing mindless games, he prefers to work on logic puzzles to ease his body after a long day of work. Then he will flip through the dictionary and read up on words that he finds that he doesn't know. Which happens once in a blue moon. He is very intelligent in almost all areas...except for particle physics. He just hates it.

Ah, yeas, the good old dictionary. Man, how I love reading...What is THAT word?

Likes;;
• Rural areas
• Apples
• Country music
• Animals
• Telling jokes
• Reading Shakespeare
• Writing
• Watching sunsets
• Climbing trees
• Taking naps
• Being with friends

Nothin' but the best for me.

Dislikes;
• Stalkers
• Loud-mouthed JBDs
• Messiness
• Fire
• Disrespectful JBDs
• Typos
• Violence
• Winter
• Storms
• Unhappiness
• Particle physics

These things give me headaches...ugh.

Quirks/Disadvantages;;
• He has agateophobia - the irrational fear of insanity.
• His favorite animal is the cow.
• He loves classical music.
• He has phasmophobia - the irrational fear of ghosts.
• He has an amazing talent for fireworks.

Well, yes, those are all completely true.

History;;

[NOTE;; Zytanna is completely fictional. I hope that is OK with you ^^']

. C H I L D H O O D .

Well, I hatched on a farm in the southern United Stares of America. It was a long time ago, so I can't really remember exactly where. My parents raised me and taught me how to read at an early age. I started working on the farm at about 4 years old. I picked strawberries and harvested raspberries. When it stormed or when it snowed, I hid in a shed near the woods behind the strawberries. I would cry because the thunder and cold scared me. My mother would then come in and stroke my fur until the storm was over.
When I was seven years old, my parents were killed by poachers. I guess they thought they were deer. Anyway, I was almost asleep when a single gunshot snapped through the thick summer air, shattering the tranquil afternoon. I stood stockstillbefore I ran into the woods behind the shed. I came across their mangled bodies, twisted and grotesque heaps of brown fur. A bullet hole was clear through my father's vest and the bullet was lodged firmly into my mother's belly. Both did not breathe.
I cried for a long time, my face against the blood soaked grass. A short while after, the mysterious family who owned the farm left the farm deserted. I hadn't really known them anyway, so I didn't miss them. I was alone at the barn.
I grew up eating the apples off the apple trees at the edges of the farm. I developed a taste for apples, and to this day, they're my favorite food.
I eventually recovered over the death of my parents by doing abnormal amounts of work, and I guess that's still a habit.

. T E E N Y E A R S .

When I was 13, I decided to run away. You know, go see the big city, feel the vibe, ect. I was young and stupid back then, so I didn't know better than to run away from the only place I had ever known. I wanted to go to Chicago or New York City. I set off with a bag full of apples, a book, a mechanical pencil, and my not so developed wits.
I actually made it to NYC, partially because I caught a train for 3/4s of the way there. My paws ached for days afterward. I was amazed by the neon lights, the busy streets, the noise and hustle. I loved it at first and never wanted to leave. I soon became a little paranoid from the rushing and everything. I headed back home. I got home a long while later. I never wanted to leave home ever again.
I decided I wanted to spend the rest of my life as a peaceful homebody. I kept at home, growing ever moodier and cross. I never left the farm, always staying in my shed. When I turned 17, I decided to give the outside world another chance. I found that I liked the big city more than I realized. I enjoyed feeling in the center of things. I met some friends, even met a nice girl named...Zytanna. I shiver when I hear that name now.
I liked Zy from the start, her dark eyes always were so hypnotizing, and her voice, deep and melodious, and her pelt swirled with black and purple and silver. I quickly fell for her, but she just used me to get attention. She was sweet and mysterious on the outside, but cruel and brutal on the inside. I left her, but I still see those eyes when I wake up from nightmares.

. H E R E A N D N O W .

Well, nowadays I tend to stick to home. I only get out when I have to. I always love to make new friends, though. I am single, of course, because I'm slightly afraid that my second love will turn out like the first. I guess that time will tell.
I spend my days half working and the other half eating or relaxing. I live a peaceful, soft existence, hoping that someone will notice me. I spend my days with Kiwaro,
I just hope my parents are proud of me.
<3

Story;;

Fireworks

It was a cool night in July, unusual for the time of year. It was the fourth of July, to be exact. The sky was peppered with stars and a half moon gleamed against the dark night sky. We were in the middle of the field at the farm where I lived.
I padded over to where my friends stood. Kiwaro's bright markings stood out against the dark scenery. Donut's breath spiraled out in front of him, due to the low temperature. Lyra's yellow eyes and purple headphones shone. Kenna was sitting down parallel to Kiwaro, her back turned on him. Her eyes were cold. Density's bow and stockings stood out, pink against dark green. Firework?
Well, you probably wouldn't have been able to miss Firework anyways.
I trotted up to my friends, breathing in the cool night air. "Hey, everyone!" I said cheerfully. "Are you all ready for fireworks?"
Kenna flipped her red scarf. "Who invited him?" She pointed at Kiwaro. Kiwaro mocked being horrified.
"I know, it's a crime." He said. "Call the cops!" I rolled my eyes. Lyra rolled hers as well.
"C'mon, guys, let's get this over with," Lyra said. She tugged at her headphones, looking bored. "I stayed up for this. Let's make it worth my presence."
Density rubbed her head. "G-guys, can we j-just do this? I-i'm not very g-g-good with loud n-noises." She blushed and scooted away. I nodded towards her. "Density's right. Let's hurry up. I'll ready the fireworks."
Donut nodded. "I can't wait to see what awesome fireworks you made this time, C!" I grinned. I did have a talent. "You won't be disappointed." I trotted off.
I made my way to to the back of the field. I opened the doors to my shed. Fireworks greeted my eyes. I grinned and took out a few colorful sparkler ones. I set them down 10 feet away. I continued to sort the fireworks. I eventually got to the finale one. I giant white dragon firework that exploded into a rainbow of colors and sparkles. I smiled and began to trot back. I looked at the faces of my companions. I could see that they were excited. Except for Kenna, who was trying to scoot away from Kiwaro. Other than that, though, they were thrilled. Even Lyra. But something was wrong.
Firework, the loose cannon, was gone.
Suddenly, the faces of my friends changed to a look of pure horror and fear. I whipped around to see Firework, sitting on top of a HUGE pile of fireworks, their fuses lit. He waved, smiling, either oblivious to the danger, or thrilled by the danger.
"FIREWORK!" I screamed. "WHAT are you THINKING?" Firework just smiled and waved. The fireworks went off and there was a deadly silence.
The, ear-shattering booms and blasts of color ripped across the sky. Firework was blasted into the sky, rocketing int he air like a missile, his fur glittering with tiny flames. Density's mouth was open in a scream, but I couldn't hear her at all. I pressed my paws over my ears, like everyone else. I couldn't help but admire the colors and the sparkles from the fireworks.
Firework crashed on top of Kenna, screaming. Kenna yelled at Firework, her face red with embarrassment and anger.
"WHAT is your PROBLEM?" She screamed. "What were you thinking, launching the fireworks?" Density put her paw around Firework. "H-h-h-honestly, Fire! W-w-w-w-what were you th-th-thinking?" Firework laughed.
"That was FUN!"
There was dead silence.
He looked dowm.
We all laughed.
Firework grinned and laughed with us.

Jellybean Dragons (c) Their Owners



Theme Song;;
Silhouette - Owl City

Yeah, this is the sadder side of me, the side that misses my family.

Dementia - Owl City

In my darker more confused moments, this perfectly represents me.

Alligator Sky - Owl City feat. Shawn Crystopher

This is more of my normal theme song. It's so awesome!

Favorite/Most Meaningful Game;;
Journey

I could just imagine myself as the Journey character, forever searching in the sand...

Art;;

Out of chaos, order comes.

Enjoying a good book in the afternoon.

WHAT is that insulting line-less doing here? ;A;

Me and my friends. Good times!

A ray of sunshine in the ol' field, generously donated by Love That Dog!

Oh, ya, let that music flow. Generously donated by Love That Dog!

Oh, um, h-hello? Generously donated by Love That Dog!

Oh, Zytanna...I see her in my nightmares.

Um, socializing with my...friends...

To begin a journey...

Dozing in the grass on a late summer day.

This world is a lonely place of dying...I miss you, Mom and Dad.

Math favts can lead to strange conversations. Generously made *without MD's knowledge* by Love That Dog!

Why I Want Him;;
I can't really explain this feeling.
So, I've been trying out for JBDs because when I look at them, I can see 4 distinct personalities for them. I am trying to get 4 different JBDs with 4 different personalities. Hyper, shy, mysterious and flirty, separately. For this guy, though, I created a whole different personality for him. I have always wanted a natural colored complex JBD and this guy...oh my! I fell in love with his markings, his eyes, his nose ring, his contest, his personality I made for him. I really hope I win him and I would treat him like a king if I did. I would be equally as happy if I got one of the runner-ups as well. I've never gotten a runner-up before, and I would also treat him/her like royalty. I'm pretty obsessed with him; drawing him on everything that I can. I really hope someday I can draw him for my JBD page. <3
This contest is one of the hardest contests I've been in. I'm competing against some of the most amazing artists on CS. Each person deserves this one, and wow, I'm scared. Not to mention I probably won't be here when the winner is announced. Dx My best friend, Love That Dog! dropped out because she wanted to sponsor me (ILY <33), but before, I was deathly scared of competing against her.
Man I love long form contests. They let my creativity flow. I love making complex forms, personalities, stories, ect. So thank you, for making a long-form contest. I also thank you for making a beautiful JBD. I often don't see them this lovely.
So, goodluck for judging, goodluck to everyone int he contest, and may this JBD go to a great owner.
<3

[Toxic Wolf]

Username;;

My name is Toxic Wolf, nice to meet ya<3

Name;;

Oh my name? Well my name is Instinct, but feel free to call me Isty (In-stee) if you want to.

Gender;;

You didnt think i was a female right? Well if so you are wrong i am 100% Male

Personality;;

Instinct is very protective over his friends. He does not like any strangers getting to close or to friendly with the people he cares about. Therefore he often gets in a few fights. He is rather short-thempered and dont like giving up no matter the odds WIP ♥

Art;;

http://i46.tinypic.com/3bede.png {Art by me, might come some more}

Likes and dislikes

Well i love water, but i cant swim. Its one of my most embarassing secrets... I also love sweet stuff, like candy apples and cotton candy, Yum this is making me hungry ~ Some random items i also like are socks, rubber gloves and pillows i have no idea why, but i just love those stuff.

Now im going to a horrible theme, the stuff i dislike... I'm afraid of thunder and lightning, yes,l yes i know im a grown JBD i should be able to handle such stuff myself. But the noise is sooooo loud and there comes a flash out of no where. Dont you agree its a bit frightning? D: I also dislike rude people. If they have a bad day its fine, but if they keep flaming on you i just wanna punch them in the middle of the face. Sorry but people should have som manners. The last but not least thing i dislike is books, Sorry but reading is just not my style, i dislike it and have always disliked it and will always dislike it. I do however love to write and that does not make much sense does it?

Minor facts:

Birhtday: April the 16th, place of birth: Brittain (Oh yush he has a brithish accent<3) His most used word: Indeed Favorite Food: Popcorn with looooots of butter ~ Favorite drink: Ice tea, its so refreshing. Unusual quircks: Can fall asleep at the most unusual places: If he is tired he dont mind sleeping anywhere no matter how uncomfortable. He loves cold places, he says its as refreshing as a hot summer day would be for a normal person. He curls into a ball when he is nervous or shy, which often just gets him more attention... And when he is bored he lays his head down on the ground while having his back and tail up in the air, kinda like how dogs go when they want to play. Theme song: Manian- Ravers in the UK http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtyYcn0iApw Favorite color: Blue, tha color is so beautiful, although red comes a close second place. Aspiration: To be able to discover something special, to find true love and to be appriciated for what he does.

Thats all for now i guess, but i will add more if i can think of something :3

[Fluffy McFluff]

Username
kitkitlu

Name
Willow

Gender
Female

Personality
Willow is like a porcupine, only prickly on the outside,and if you look past her sharp tongue and nose ring you could find a good friend, because she is very loyal and will always stand up for her friends. Willow likes to be scared so she runs though a forest on a moonless night or watches a horror movie to get her heart rate up or to have a good scream. If you anger Willow beware because she loves to play practical jokes. Her favorite is taping everything on your desk down. She apologizes, sometimes. She is also the queen of bad jokes. Willow may seem a bit antisocial but she longs for the love of a mate and hopes that someday she will find her soulmate.

Short Story
When Willow was a teenage bean she was always doing dares, even the crazy ones! Once she even licked a frozen flag pole, but I can't tell you about that I'd end up with glue in my shoes(thats what Willow did last time I told that story, it was pretty embarrassing). But I can tell you about how Willow got her nose ring.So here it is. Willow and some of her friends where hanging out at the
tattoo parlor watching a human get a tattoo when one of her friends said "Hey Willow I dare you to get a tattoo!" of course the tattoo
artist wouldn't let her get one. Her friends kept on daring each other and when Willow got dared her dare was to get a nose ring. So they ran over to the mall. After some searching they found a place for a JBD to get a nose ring. She and her friends scraped together
the money. She left the mall fifteen minutes later with a ring though her nose.

Likes
Doing Dares
Eating Out
Getting Scared
Telling Bad jokes
PLaying Practical Jokes


Dislikes
Laughing So Hard Milk Comes Out Her Nose
JBDs That Brag
Being Forced to Eat Green Beans


Favorite Food
Sharp Cheddar Cheese


Least Favorite Food
Green Beans

Favorite Color:
Midnight Blue


Favorite Song:
Owl City's Good Time----> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7HmzwI67ec


Art:

[Wlyrout]

Yes. Just yes.

Username;;
Name;;
Gender;;
Personality;;
Art;;

[Gwah]

nooo

[chromatica]

Username;;
Equine Fantasy
Name;;
Mocal
Gender;;
Male
-I can't see this one as a female -
Personality;;
WIP
Art;;
WIP

This is a HUUUUGE WIP

[Wileyfangs]

Username;;
Violet & Ivy

Wheee! I ish a Nyan Jelly Bean!

Name;;
Isis, named after Isis the Egyptian Goddess who was known as the "Protector".

Gender;;
female

Age;;
She's about 21 years old.

Birthday;;
Her birthday is on June 21, 1991. Her birthday si actually on the longest day of the year.

Baaa..."

Zodiac;;
Eastern-Year of the Sheep,
Star sign-Cancer ♋
Native American Zodiac- Woodpecker


Height/Weight;; As tall as a great Dane and she weighs about the same as a Saluki (29-66 lbs).

Orlly Paranoia?

Yup. :3

Personality;;

Stubborn- Hardly listens to a word someone else says, if she doesn't want to do it. Though it can be seen as admirable, for her to stick with her decisions without pause, it can also be very frustrating and dangerous at times, especially when she plans to do something risky. Or stupid. Only something life changing could deter her from doing whatever she needed to do, and those are few and between.

Smart- When it comes to being a smart, Isis is your girl. She can do calculations in her head and tends to be a rather enthusiastic JBD when it comes to solving things such as riddles, and puzzles. A good brain teaser can also make Isis' day too. She loves a good challenge and tends to be rather flexible if a plan doesn't go the way she originally planned it to be.

Selfless- Isis was named after Isis "the Protector", an Egyptian Goddess who was said to have protected her son Horus, The Ruler of Egypt. And being named after such a goddess like that, Isis finds she's very much like her in that prospect. She would give her very life for those she cares about, which is also admirable as it is stupid. But like I said before she's stubborn. For Isis, if you're her friend and needed her help she'd gladly give it to you without a second thought.

Loyal- And as for loyalty, you won't even have to ask. She'd follow you to the ends of the Earth and back if you truly needed her to. Or even without asking. She'd support you without pause and wouldn't ask for anything in return. Because she understands how it feels to be alone without anyone ever being around for her and she wouldn't wish that on her worst enemy.

Forgiving -Perhaps this is a virtue or perhaps it's simply foolish, but with her forgiving heart Isis, would welcome back anyone who wronged her, though she would never forget what they did to her. It would take a little effort on your part however when she begins to grow suspicious of your motives. But with a little patience and a pure natured apology she can forgive and forget soon enough. Just give her some time.

Creative- And let's not forget her creativity. When she was younger she created a list of things she wants to do one day and at the top of that list being an artist in her own right was one indeed. She wanted nothing more than to be able to one day paint the sun set she saw everyday or to make a black canvas come alive with stars and a moon that looked over the sandy desert. Not to mention when something doesn't go right at all, Isis will find a way to turn anything into whatever she needs, even if it doesn't always work.

Confident- When it comes to confidence, there's an endless supply running through her. She refuses to be timid around others and would happily go up to them instead with a wide grin. She loves to strut her stuff and when she does JBDs of both genders stop and stare, because they know she's not one to beat. Though hardly loud about how confident she is, her actions speak for themselves and it seems to emit from her very stance. Many people thought she should become a model just to project it more, but Isis is Confident not Arrogant.

Observant- Isis likes to know very much where she is, how she got there and what's going on, which is why she often waits and listens. Over the years she's found that she'll understand, simply by being quiet and waiting and when she has a plan she often puts it in motion, remembering what she's seen, heard, and scented.

Where did you get this?! >///<

History;;

When Isis was born, her parents knew she was special. Whether it was because of how her very fur seemed rough to the touch, but was actually as soft as velvet, or how she seemed to blend into the sand if she was still, they didn't know. But they did know she deserved a name, a name that would hopefully represent her as who they hoped she could become later on in life. And so they named her after an Egyptian goddess, hoping it would bring happiness and fortune into her future. And a few days later they were killed in a terrible accident.

And so she was an orphan with no memory of her parents being too young at the time to remember, but knowing already that she was destined for greatness. Maybe not then, but one day she knew she would be. Living by her wits, and skill alone she was able to survive on the streets of Cairo, Egypt where she was born. There were times where finding food was tough, and times were lean for this JBD, but she made it through with her stubborn heart of gold and everyday was always a new adventure. But at the end of each day...she still yearned to be held, to be nuzzled, to be loved.

She learned many things, as she worked harder and harder to stay on top, to stay alive. And one of the things she learned was this. Never give up the hope for a new day. And that was how she stayed motivated to go traveling out of Egypt and towards America, where she hoped to learn many other things and perhaps find the one thing she always wanted. Someone who cared for her. At the moment she is now hanging out with me in North Carolina and we're both enjoying the beach, and the wild adventures we have in the forests together.

Aww man >///< stupid chibiness.

What she likes;;

Snakes,
Sunsets,
Stargazing,
Rain,
Thunder,
Exploring,
Seeing new things.

Everyone has their bad days sometimes....

What she doesn't like;;

Arrogance,
Being self-conscious,
Being put on the spot,
Mean people or JBD's,
Being forced to steal,
Being compared to others,
Math Homework,
Fires,
Lies.

Fears;;-
She's afraid to be abandoned for one, which is why she's nervous about this whole expedition she's gone and made in North America, but I promised her that she wouldn't have to worry about it. I don't abandon one of my own. I don't roll that way.

Another fear she has is a phobia of well...stealing. She feels as though she'd be punished heavily if she were to do such a thing, which is why you'd never be able to get her to do something like that. It's called Cleptophobia, in fact.

She's also deathly afraid of fire due to her memories and nightmares of what she remembers of her parents' deaths.

Now that one was fun. :3 Can we do it again sometime?

Theme Songs;;
Killing me Softly, Lauryn Hill

Favorite songs;;
Te Amo, by Rhianna,
Say Hey, by Michael franti,
One Step At A Time, by Jordan Sparks
Doo Wop, Lauryn Hill
Can't Take my Eyes off Of You, Lauryn Hill,
Truth, India Arie,
Ready For Love, India Arie


Orientation;;
She's bi-sexual

Favorite Author;;
Strangely enough, Edgar Allen Poe. She loves his tales, even if they are morbid and scary.

Favorite places to be in Egypt;;
Strangely enough it isn't the pyramids as on would think. It's the Siwa Oasis, that is both a tourist attraction as well as a good place to get olives.

Wish you were here guys! :3

Favorite Places in North Carolina;;
Well she's still learning her way around but she loves Myrtle Beach, as well as the town called New Bern where there are like bears everywhere! She hopes to one day make a stone bear and get it put up in twon square.

Favorite Disney Movies;;
Kuzco's New Groove (check my siggy down there XD),
Aladdin, for the obvious reason even if it was nowhere near Egypt,
Mulan, simply because the fact Mulan kicked tail,
Princess and the Frog, because who doesn't love a little voodoo magic,
The Hunchback of Notre Dame, she loves gypsies or perhaps just Esmeralda,
Hercules, who doesn't love the zero to hero story line? Plus Meg is there too.

Hmm I don't remembering taking this picture...

Favorite Quotes;;

I wish people were like money so I could hold them to the light to see which ones are real -Unknown

When all the details fit in perfectly, something is probably wrong with the story .- Charles Baxtor

Courage is the discovery that you may not win, and trying when you know you can lose. -Tom Krause

This one is also a personal one for me. ;w;

The human heart is like a tree. Give it love and care, and it will grow. But if you abandon it, it will start to die and crumble.- Unknown

Favorite Fruit;; ~Papaya and Blackberries~

Favorite Desserts;; Egyptian Sweet Couscous Dessert- A Very sweet dish that makes Isis' teeth ache at times because she's eaten it too many times. Another favorite is Blackberry pie simply because she loves the taste and the blackberries.

Favorite Soda;; Coke-a-Cola

Favorite Musician;; Lauryn Hill and India Arie

Which Fursona she hangs out with the Most;; Well she's pretty equal with all of them, but she seems to really enjoy chillin' out with Ezra alot.

What she's looking for in a mate;; So far the only thing she wants is to feel loved. ll the other stuff can come later, but for now it doesn't matter which gender they are, just as long as they can make her happy and love her for who she is.

Ah the joys of nap time. I kinda miss them now.

What She does;; As in Job wise? Well job wise she tends to come work with me in the artist department and helps me with the coloring, while Ivy and she get together to come up with our next piece. Other times she volunteers for story telling to little JBD's who have never heard her tales before and seem to love them all the same. They simply adore her stories of what she does and where she is from. They especially seem to enjoy tales of the Gods.

What She hopes to Be;; Well at the moment she's at that stage where she isn't sure about what she wants to be and instead wants to try variety of fields first. Though as of late, I've seen her watching the actresses and actors at the theater and dragging me to go see them.

Art;;

Aww geez Violet! Why'd you have to put this one up? XD

All art was by me. :3 And yes I know that her design seems to change each time! XD I keep trying to keep it in the likeliness of the original but I'm failing somewhat!

Story;;

Nightmares

Hush now Isis

'A fire. A fire that glowed so brightly in the distance, across the rolling sand while a dry breeze swept by. The flames flickered in colors of red, orange and gold while cries for help came from within. They howled, but no one heard them over the wind, and flames of the sandstorm brewing around them. No one saw the mud hut collapse within itself. Nor notice the quickly disappearing paw prints in the sand. Hidden away from the destruction lay a little bundle of brown, cream and black, a baby Jelly Bean Dragon only a few months old but injured, and barely breathing, as the sun turned into Horus' unblinking eye and stared down heavily on her.'

I woke up with a gasp, sitting upright and breathing heavily, while the burning tears ran down my face and muzzle, hot and steaming. My head whipped around, searching for the sign of the fire, or Eye, but only the claw of the crescent moon in the sky greeted my searching, wild eyes from the window of my room while darkness, as soothing as a caress, eased away the blazing heat I remembered from my dream. The cool breeze blew through my window and drew away the scents of burning fur and flesh, as they had appeared in my nightmare while I trembled on top of my bed. The light of the moon calmed me down, and I wiped away the salty tears with a paw, and sniffled a little. 'It' was only a nightmare.' I told myself, but I knew the truth. No nightmare could ever be as vivid as a memory. I shivered again as I thought about the fire's flickering flames, and being too scared to go back to sleep I crept out of bed.

"I need a drink..." But no drink would make the fear go away. That was something I would have to face...no matter how much I didn't wish to. Slipping silently out of the door and down the hallway of my sleeping companions, Violet and Ivy, I headed down into the kitchen. Or I would have, had I not seen Violet up and awake sitting at the dinner table, wearing her black and red pajamas a cup of coffee in her hand, while reading a book 'The Daughter of Smoke and Bone' in the other. She looked up at the sound of my arrival and I felt her mismatched eyes watching me intently for a moment before she relaxed against her chair and nodded to herself. "Have a bad dream, Isis?"

I blushed a looked away, but nodded anyway just like she knew I would.

And just as predicted, she set down her book and drink and got up from the table, walking up to me before crouching down to my level. She looked at me carefully before she opened her arms, which I easily jumped into, shivering -no trembling, against her as she hugged me closely. The burning tears came again, as she gently picked me up and held me against her chest, and though I was no lightweight I was grateful as she headed to the living room. I cried into her night shirt, staining it with my tears, but she didn't seem to mind at all as she sat down on the living room couch and just held me. The way my parents might have, when I was young.

My tears stopped that night, after I had told her about my dream this time and all the while she sat there and listened, hardly interrupting, while stroking my ears ever so gently. The only interruptions she'd made were to tell me to breathe, or pause for a second whenever I cried again, or couldn't go on at the moment. Right now, we were both curled up on the sofa, my head on her chest, listening to the calmest heart beat in the world while her hand stroked my fur. My eyes were half-closed as the tiredness seeped into my limbs, but the fear held me tightly. And Violet knew that, which was why she began to sing.

She did this all the time, whether she was upset, or happy. Or when I needed to hear her. And right now, nothing else would have made me feel better.

"Hush now, my baby
Be still love, don't cry
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember My lullaby,
And I'll be with you when you dream.
Drift on a river That flows through my arms
Drift as I'm singing to you.
I see you smiling
So peaceful and calm
And holding you,
I'm smiling too.
Here in my arms,
Safe from all harm
Holding you, I'm smiling, too.
Hush now, my baby.
Be still, love, don't cry.
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream,
Sleep and remember this river lullaby
And I'll be with you when you dream I'll be with you when you dream,"

The tears cooled, as she began to rock in time to the lullaby, a song called 'The River Lullaby', which she'd heard when she'd been a young child herself. Those were the words that soothed and eased away my fear, and made me purr. And it wasn't long before my tired eyes began to close, and this time I dreamed pleasant dreams of warmth and of rivers.

(The lullaby is from the Prince of Egypt if you've heard of it and does not belong to me. I merely used it to serve my purpose for this story, though I do love how it sounds. Click here to check it out.)

Off to Paranoia's we go!

A walk Into Paranoia
The day I met Paranoia is the day I certainly will never forget. And hopefully never will. It all started when I was with Ivy and Violet that day, lying on the couch while Ivrina, as that is her real name, was trying to play with a Chinese Rubik's Cube and was completely perplexed, and frustrated by the thing the more she played with it. So frustrated was she that she threw the thing down and stood up with a huff. "Stupid thing." She grumbled and I couldn't help but chuckle as she pouted. It's both cute and funny when humans get so easily frustrated with their toys.

Slipping off the couch I picked up the rather strange object and then, much to Ivrina's surprise and my delight, I began figuring out the puzzle that was the Chinese Rubik's Cube and handed it back to her. "You shouldn't give up so easily." I told her with a light smirk, before heading to the kitchen while Ivrina grumbled something I couldn't hear from behind me. In the kitchen was where Violet was, as per usual, sorting through a bunch of papers and such and beside her lay a bottle of what could only be described as the sweetest nectar I've ever tasted, but Violet called it Coke-a-Cola. Best thing ever and I wanted some.

And of course Violet knew that. I honestly think the Gods may have given her future sight, but one couldn't be so sure with Gods. They were above yes, but could have strange ways.

Glancing at me from her papers, she rolled her eyes, a strange blue and orange and handed me a smaller, but still delicious can of the stuff to which I purred gratefully at her. Opening the can with glee, I drank the dark substance my purr getting louder as it fizzed down my throat. Satisfied I burped lightly with an 'excuse me' before looking curiously at the papers.

"What are they?" I asked curiously, scooting closer to get a better look. Violet quirked an eyebrow at me, but smiled and passed me a sheet of paper. "It's called Homework, Isis. Would you like to help me? Especially this bit about arithmetic, and literate Equations." As smart as I was, I simply drew the line at Math -I prefer science- and pushed away the papers back towards her with a paw. "Uh, sorry, but erm, I'm not the best at Math. You should ask Ivrina though." I said just as the green haired girl walked into the room, tossing the Rubik's Cube into the air and catching it multiple times. She looked at us curiously, her blue eyes glancing between us.

"Ask me what?" She questioned and I quickly ducked out of there before anyone could ask anything else about Math.

It was a subject that would always be a sore point in my side. Science however was not so bad. I liked Science a bit, but English would probably always be my best subject. I liked to write anyway. While thinking about writing I pulled out my vivid green journal from underneath the couch and went over to the windowsill with my coke in one paw, journal in the other. Jumping onto my favorite spot of the whole house with ease, I laid down on my belly, enjoying the heat from the sun-warmed spot while I opened up my journal and began to write. The feeling of the sun on my fur, was distracting and often times I dozed, only to be woken up by the feeling of the pencil slipping from my paws. Eventually I realized I was in no state to fight this losing battle and decided to put my things away before I fell asleep anywhere.

After throwing away my empty can and putting the journal back underneath the couch. I knew Ivy and Violet knew here it was, but I didn't mind them knowing. I knew they respected my privacy. Yawning sleepily I headed back into the kitchen, to find Violet putting on her shoes while Ivrina was buttoning up her jacket. Perking up almost instantly I walked over towards them.

"Where are you going?" I asked curiously, though in the back of my mind the fear of abandonment lingered. Thankfully Ivrina erased such foolish fears.

"We're heading over to Ruki's today. We haven't seen her in awhile, and I was going to ask if you wanted to come along." My ears pricked up and I nodded, sleep quickly vanishing from my system at the thought of meeting someone new. Living with these two sisters was exciting, but there were times when I wished there was someone new around. Between Violet's strange insight and Ivrina's eccentric style, it would be a breather from the new life I lived. Not to say that I didn't like it here, in fact I loved it, but sometimes it was still unnerving that I was actually with these two, in a house that they promised wouldn't ever close their doors to me. It's a hard concept to wrap my head around even now.

"Okay I'll go," I say and then purr as Ivrina kneels down to scratch my ears. I can't help but enjoy it. I nudge her hand in gratitude, knowing she'd somehow felt my fear. That was the thing, Violet could just know from one look, while Ivrina simply had to touch you to know what you felt. Like I'd said before unnerving, but it was also comforting that they could just know and I wouldn't have to just explain it in awkward sentences.

Ivrina pulled away then with a small smile, before heading over to the door, as Violet grabbed the keys. I followed after them after making sure my fur was at least clean enough for new company, and that I had my red scarf on. Seeing nothing wrong I got up and followed them, with a pep in my step. Meeting someone new was always a pleasure of mine and the thought made me jittery with both excitement and nervousness. I trotted between Ivrina and Violet, feeling comfort in being in the middle. It made me feel sad whenever I used to walk to the sides, so Violet had offered a solution. That instead of walking to the side like a loner, why not just walk in the middle like a friend? Sometimes I think that for such a smart JBD such as myself, I don't exactly have a lot of common sense. The fact however at the time that they'd wanted me to be apart of their lives at all had blown me away.

I didn't exactly have alot of friends back in Egypt. In fact acquaintances would probably be more accurate. Or maybe enemies. Either way it was great that they actually wanted me around. Violet's voice however broke my happy thoughts.

"Isis, I want you to know that when we get to Ruki's you're going to meet two new people rather than just one. That would be Ruki herself, and her Jelly Bean, Paranoia." Paranoia? What kind of a name was that? Not that I had any right to judge, but I find it strange for someone to be named after something like that. But then again there were far worse things to be called I supposed. "They are good friends of ours and hopefully they'll be good friends of yours too." It wasn't until we'd stopped did I notice the rather steep hill up ahead with a rather large mansion on top of that. Looking up at Violet and then Ivy, I nodded to show them I would try my best to make two new friends, but I wasn't promising anything. And I supposed that was all Violet had wanted because she pet my neck lightly before we began the trek up to the rather large house on the hill.

By the time we'd actually gotten to the top, my legs were somewhat tired, but I still felt like I had enough energy to burn. While taking a small breather, I examined the house with curiosity. I'd never seen a structure like this before, and certainly without a neighbor either. Violet brushed her hands over her jeans before heading over to the door, while her sister Ivy walked calmly after her. Scrambling to my paws I followed suit.

By that time Violet had already knocked on the door, and it now opened to reveal a girl with pale skin, brown hair and bright hazel eyes. Seeing us, or rather the two sisters she smiled. "Hiya guys!What's up?"

"The sky," Ivrina answered sarcastically, and Violet nudged her in the ribs. "Ow..."

Rolling her eyes Violet grinned at Ruki. "We just wanted to check up on you. Haven't seen you in town for awhile."

The brunette smiled and she shrugged. "Sorry if I worried ya, but so far all I'm doing is trying to find new accessories for Paranoia and-" She stopped rather suddenly and she looked down as she spotted me somewhat hidden behind Violet's legs. A wide smile broke across her face. "Guys! Why didn't you tell me you got one?!" She exclaimed.

Ivrina shrugged while Violet gave me an apologetically sheepish look before she stepped out of the way and I was suddenly without protection as Ruki rubbed a hand through my fur. My eyes widened, but...it was actually very nice. I hummed softly in appreciation while Ivrina decided to answer her question.

"Well got isn't exactly the best word to use. It's more like we're just helping out. She's not ours unless she wants to be," She said and I looked up at her as she smiled a soft smile and rubbed my ears gently before standing back up. "Now are we going to sit here all day or are you going to let us in?"

Ruki rolled her eyes at Ivrina too, that seemed to happen a lot around here, and turned to me.
"Before I do anything, I have to know. What is your name?"

I could see the curiosity brimming in her eyes so I answered her honestly.
"My name is Isis. Nice to meet you, Ruki."

She smiles and then stands up once more and gestures to the house.
"Pleasure to meet you too, Isis. Now then after you all."

We walk inside the strangely large house, and I am surprised how nice it seems. And how there only seems to be just Ruki living here. 'Don't forget Paranoia too.' A voice in my head reminds me and I wonder just how to approach this new JBD.

I've only lived alone and sometimes on the streets in Egypt, when times were scarce. The few JBD's I did see, were doing what they had to do to survive. No one had time to socialize if it wasn't for food. And most of the time the "street rats", as the upper-class JBD's called us, never wanted to be around each other, always worried someone would take their food, or steal their belongings so it was best to not be around everyone.

And here I am now in America, living with two sisters who are as social as the word can get apparently if this is anything to go by. I swallowed past the nervous lump in my throat, just as a dark shape appeared at the end of the hallway and before I knew it I was suddenly on my back, with a rather large weight on top of me and I looked up to find a black, grey and red female, her fur patterns done intricately, as she glared down at me with dark red eyes.
The whole room had gotten dead quiet and a glance upwards told me, that none of the humans had been prepared for this. And honestly neither was I.

"Who are you?" The black Jelly Bean demanded with a small growl, and that seemed to trigger back something into Ruki because she soon pushed the dark creature away from me. "Hey!"

"Don't 'hey' me, Paranoia! These are our guests, and we do not attack our guests." She said firmly as she glared sternly at her. However the only thing I could think was : This is Paranoia?!

My desire to flee rose right then and there.

Instead however I scuttled back over to Violet and Ivy as quickly as I could and listened as Ruki gave Paranoia a real tongue lashing. All the while Violet was trying to get me to calm down long enough to try again, but I had a feeling I wouldn't want to at all. Especially when a glance at Paranoia proved that she seemed pretty cross about being chewed out in front of a complete stranger.

She glared at me then and I shrank back somewhat, but a part of me, the more stubborn part refused to be completely cowed by this creature and even if I was on the inside I shouldn't act like I was on the outside. Surprising both her and then humans I gave a displeased growl and stalked back into view.

"I'm Isis," I hissed and my fur began to bristle as I stalked towards her. The humans were once again frozen with surprise, but I wasn't. "And I don't appreciate being attacked by another Jelly Bean, kid." Paranoia blinked once. Then twice. Then three times. And then after turning her head to look at my humans and then to look at her own, she burst out laughing. Not a "hehehe" kind of laugh either, but a long rich laugh that seemed to come from the belly itself. I tried my best not to look affronted but I don't think I managed very well especially when she began to lean on my shoulder to support herself.

Unable to stop my daring I nipped her and then growled. "What's so funny?" I demanded to know just as the black JBD began to calm down, though she was giggling slightly. Looking at me with mirth filled eyes she sat down and strangely enough with her tail wagging she stuck out her paw. "You passed my test and managed to look like a puffed up furball, that's what." She grinned at me then, a friendly grin much different than her scowl from before. "And I'm Paranoia, pleased to meet you." My fur began to flatten as I hesitantly took hold of the smiling girl's paw and shook it. I was still baffled really. How could someone turn from being so mean to being as sweet as pie? 'Or in her case Blackberry Pie.' Paranoia purred as though she had read my thoughts and gathered amusement from them.

"Ah don't worry." She said as she finally let go of my paw and began circling around me, playfully. "I don't bite, well not usually anyway and like I said that was a test. Ruki told me you all might be coming today and I wanted to see what you were like." She said giving me a mischievous smirk. "And you passed with flying colors, when you came back. Not a lot of JBD's like to come back after that." Oh! Now I understood. That was an act, something she used to tell how a JBD was. I was a little impressed by her cleverness but she shouldn't have to pounce on them to make sure and I let her know that too.

As a reply she grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, maybe not the smartest idea in the world." She admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. "But it got the job done. Hey, wanna go play in the backyard?" Without even waiting for an answer she grabbed my paw and pulled me out the door and behind me I could hear the chuckles of three female humans. And all the while I couldn't help thinking that maybe...just maybe we could be friends after all.

And we have been ever since.

A rather funny drawing I made of myself as a human...yeah I know it needs work, but I'm getting there!

Why I want her;;-
Well you ask me why I want her so I'll answer in the simplest way I possibly can. I love her. Not like a "aww she's so cute I wanna hug her" kinda way, but more of a "I look at her and I see myself," as strange as that sounds. Perhaps it's the way I portrayed her in this whole form I made, but the more I keep working on artwork, and stories, the more I find myself thinking "What next?' or "Who will she meet?" I feel like the more work I put into her, the fonder she becomes to me. And though I would take a runner up without complaint, because I won't be ungrateful at all if I were to get that instead, I wouldn't be able to help but feel rather disappointed, not because I didn't win, but rather because that would mean the end of my stories, or art because before recently...I haven't had a muse since...okay it's been awhile. But yeah, I could totally picture Isis as my Muse, telling all she's going to do next, where she wants to go, who she wants to go with, etc all the while with me drawing, or writing it out.
And in a way, Isis is the JBD I'd want to be when I get to be 21. Confident, smart, creative. Those are the things that I hope to be when I grow up, but as of now, those are just ideas all put into one Jelly Bean Dragon with an exotic design and a golden heart. Not to mention completely okay with being bisexual as well, which is what I myself am as well. And if I don't win her...well then I hope whoever does will know that this is the one JBD of a lifetime and I hope they treat it as such.

Violet&Ivy out~

[~Vanilla~]

Username;; Bunnyboohoo
Name;; Mocha
Gender;;Male
Personality;;
Sassy: Mocha can have bad moods,and I can tell you right now you do not want to see him in a bad mood.He cusses some times along with getting in your face.If he wakes up on te wrong side of beed he will be whining all day.

protective:Mocha is very protective.If you touch something he loves he might goes all at it with you.He loves a lot of things so you better watch out! Mocha also is very guarding of his house. His friends always want to come in and trash the place but mocha won't let them.

Sweet heart: If you put all the mean stuff behind Mocha is the biggest sweet heart you will ever meet.He gives you flowers.He goes all precious on you,he talks like DR.Phil(in a way)and makes you do the right things with one look in the eye.

Snuggable: Mocha loves to snuggle.Even with a pillow,it doesn't matter! He can't stop cuddling and hugging.He doesn't tell anybody because they will make fun of him.

Addictions!!!: Mocha loves Dutch Brothers!! I goes there 5 times a day. He always gets a cold carmelizer, extra whip cream,cherry on top,and he gets it in extra large.Ahe has been trying to stop but he can't!The sweet flavor conquers is mouth and can't stop.

Clean Freak!: Mocha is a total clean freak!!He sweeps the floors everyday,washes the counters 3 times a day, and don't get me started on the bathroom.


Music lover: Mocha loves to listen to heavy rock when is is rocking with his friends. But when he is going to sleep he listens to classical and sooth country.

Moma's Boy: Mocha loves hid mom to death he does everything for her.HE sings to her,feeds her,cares for her,and loves her.

Poems:
1.My stomach churns and turns when I see your gorgeous design
man 'o man! You look quite divine
You're a coffee lover just like me
So don't turn on me and drink something like tea
i want you so you could see it in my eyes
So won't you be my Mocha JBD?

2.
Mind blowing design
Off the chart with passion
Cleaning and cleaning
Having the big heart to care for people
Always have a place in my heart for you.....


Favorite Shows:
Glee
The secret life of the american teenager
Info-mercials

Favorite type of music:
Jazz
light rock

Favorite Foods:
Coffe cake
Bear claw( a dessert)


Favorite Drinks:
Coffee
root-beer


Favorite movies:
Nemo
Lion king
Terminator



Art;;


yummy coffee








head shot of mocha




pixel head shot

Colored in



floating on balloons c:

[Spare]

holy jelly-beans...he/she is stunning. :3 sadly it's an art contest so i can't enter, but i will be watching to see who wins this lovely jbd. ^^ good luck all. c;

[xtr.terrestrial]

Name
Merveilleux

Meaning
Means wonderful in french

Gender
Female

Personality
She is very kicked back and relaxed.
She loves punk and rock music
and is, well, as you could call
it, a rebel. She loves to do graffiti
and do art. She is also a true daredevil at heart!
She loves bungie jumping and skate boarding too!

Likes
Gram Crackers, punk music, reading,
hip-hop, painting, bungie jumping,
skate boarding, and pie o3o

Dislikes
Girly stuff, nail polish,
the color pink, crows,
birds (except peacocks), cows,
and bananas

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Theme Song
[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8KQmps-Sog]Uprising by Muse

Sexuality
Strait

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Digging Deeper
Brothers/Sisters- None Yet
Mother- Unknown
Father- Unknown
Dating- No one yet
Crush- Nicolae's bean, [url=http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=53&t=1392013]Alakana

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Birthday
He was born in fall, in october, on the 8th.

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Age
Merveilleux is about almost 26. He will turn 26 on October 8th.

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WIP!