[gross]

Reserving with the name Karma c:

[rosesgreedy]

Reserved :'D

[knifedoq]

Sorry for spam, but what are the color codes?

[m0chicakez]

Sorry for spam, but what are the color codes?

It's not that hard to figure out...
you can copy the picture and paste it in, for example gimp or SAI ^^
I would post them, but I'm on my phone right now ;/

[lonk]

Well, her name is Kay-

I'll take it from here, Miss immask1.

Okay, go on then c:


Your name? What is it?:

My name is Kaylin. It means pure in one of those useless funky languages that I won't bother to look up or say anything about. You have a problem with my name? 'Cause some people do. But they're morons.

Have any nicknames?:

Nickname? I don't have one. And I won't. Ever.

Just as I thought. Tell about your most super embarrassing nickname!:

My really embarrassing nickname is, uhhhhhhh.....

Kitty

Don't call me it. Ever. I got it because when I was a baby bean, I loved cats, so my Mom called me Kitty. And after she died, I can't bear hearing someone call me that. And if you decide that you're stupid enough to try and call me that, know that you have messed with the wrong bean.

And your gender?:

I'm a female, and ya better make sure that you remember that.

Why would you wanna know more 'bout me? I'll tell you since you asked though.

I thought you were a guy. Have you even been mistaken for a guy?:

*Growls* I'm not a guy! But I have been mistaken for one, a very long time ago. It's a long story, but I'll tell you...

It was a dark and stormy night, and I was just a baby bean, about five? So, the stars were twinling in a way that made me feel like some useless loser. The rain was pouring, it felt like it was throwing itself at ya. I was just slowly walking down the street in a sulky way. My stomach was growling, and of course, I inherrited Dad's money, so I went to this cheap diner.

The waiter, who was the manager, was a total jerk-off. Just by the way he looked, talked, and smelled made me know how much of a moron he was. I couldn't see his nametag clearly, but if I did, he wouldn't be alive. He told me, "Whaddya want?" I glared at him, such horrible ways to treat a girl like me! I guess my jewlery didn't seem too girly. I ordered fastly and quietly, so I could yell at the manager when he got it wrong. Like I guessed, he brought out the wrong stuff. "Here you are sir".

What?!?!

I pulled back my paw into a fist and gave him a small piece of me. His nose dripped out a sickly dose of deep red blood, my anger boiling. "AM I NOT FEMALE ENOUGH TO YOU?" I howled at him, the whole diner staring. I was a baby, but boy, I was strong. Then I kicked him and he fell over. "I... Uh...." he stuttered. I grabbed my plate of food, smacked that manager waiter guy upside the head, and stormed out.

I didn't say it wasn't gonna be dramatic. But seriously, when I go back there and find out who that guy's name is, meet me at his funeral.

Intersting.... How 'bout a ridiculous fear of yours?:

Here's yet another story for ya, it's about a week after the "Here's ya food sir" mishap. It's about the most scary things ever- dragonflies. Others say, "Oh look, it landed on my wrist, this hamless little guy!" But I know the truth about these demons.

It was a week after that moron called me a guy, and unlike then, the sun was beating down hard. I, alike every other bean, was sweating out buckets and buckets, I swear there was a trail of sweat behind me. Anyways, I was out, roaming around in the park, far away from home. I just went out to get some fresh air, but I saw something that confused me.

A bean with a dragonfly on his head was attracting a small crowd, so I ran over to check out the scene. The kid was just standing there like a dope, letting the demon wallk around on his head. Then, more and more dragonflies started to hang on the kids head, and everyone was marveling over it for quite a while. I went over to the kid to ask him how he was doing it, but a dragonfly flew up to my face.

It's big eyes stared directly into my magenta ones, trying to show me who was boss. It's wings were fluttering in a strange way, and it seemed as it was saying, "Back off!" So I ran, crying my eyes out, because I make all of my rules. Nobody, not even the scariest dragonflies, can mess with me! But that one dragonfly scared me out of my brains, and it flipped around my whole view on the little pests.

So I heard you hate waffles. WHY?:

When I was a little bean, I used to love them. Before I knew the truth...

I didn't know that butter was used on waffles. Every day, I would have at least one big, buttery waffle. But in fact, I hated butter, it was just a substance that created extra fat. So, I was eating at a diner... Yeah, I go to 'em a lot, and the waitress asked "Butter or no butter?" I said no, and when I got it, I was horrified. It tasted so strange, that I was just about ready to vomit. Then I realized that I only liked them with something bruedel on 'em... butter. So I ended up hating butter and waffles.

When you were three, you lost something, didn't you? What was it?:

I lost Mister Snuckums, my favorite teddy bear ever. It's kind of embarrassing, but... I still miss him so much... Wanna know how I lost 'em? Here it goes.

I would always ignore my parents when anything strange went on. Mom and Dad, when they argued, I would run up into my room to go see Mister Snuckums. My favorite, even still, toy ever, though he's gone now. He was always so soft, and fluffy. But anyways, when hell broke loose, I would go and hide with Mister Snuckums. I would talk to him, and we'd have tea parties, and do things that three year old beans were supposed to. He was my best friend at that point, and I loved him. But unfortunetely, Dad didn't like him half as much as I did.

One day I overheard him saying, "She spends too much time playing with that dumb toy of hers. We don't even see the daylight of Kaylin!" My mother agreed. I was really scared, because I knew that my Mister Snukums would be taken away from me, and that was like taking candy away from a baby. But anyways, the next day I woke up and he was gone, along with my Mom.

My Mom was gone. Why did it have to happen to my Dad and I? We never did anything wrong. But my Dad was so upset, and that didn't mean anything good for me....

You seem like the angry, rebellious type. Why might that be:?

After my Mom left, I got very angry. Very angry. I was upset. Why did she leave me? I was also angry, and my anger normally takes controll. So I was permanantly ticked off, and I started to be rebellious. Not listnening to my Dad, not following any rules besides laws. I took matters into my own hands, and just naturally hated my Dad from then on. So I've never followed any rules I didn't want to ever again. Ever.

But honestly, I just hate following rules, and being all nice and stuff. It's too, well, boring. I like excitement! I like adventure! I don't wanna sit around all day long, I wanna do something! But that's what other beans don't get. And I like to party, and do things that aren't so... smart.

I know you love silver, but how do you get it?:

I steal from people.

Yes, it sounds horrible, but I do it. Ya got problems? Just watch, any jewlery you own or your friend owns will be gone. It'll be sitting happily around my neck. Actually, I steal gold too, but that's for money so I can live, seeing as both my parents are dead now... did I mention that? But I love silver, how shiny and beautiful it is makes me want so much of it, so I steal as much as I can.

Why are you so poor?:

I'm poor because both my parents died, duh. You think that I'm rich? They were poor, and so am I. Except I make a little money stealing, but I love jewlery, so I end up keeping it most of the time. But anyways, I'm pretty poor. I have a couple of part-time jobs, but they don't bring in much cash... I'll babysit though. But most parents probably wouldn't let me near their babies, I'm too "Crazy". So I have nothing.

What jewlery do she own? I bet it's a lot:

I have a lot of jewlery. More into detail, I have three bracelets on my left wrist, two silver and one gold. I have a silver necklace, my most prized possesion, and a large gold earring and a smaller silver one. Oh, I also have a gold bracelet and a silver braceket around my tail, just 'cause I love jewlery. Obviously I stole all this, and sometimes I don't wear some of it. It's a lot.

I actually own more than that, but don't wear it too much. I have a silver heart locket, with my mother's picture in it, A load more bracelets, and more necklaces. My favorite necklace had all different plastic jewls on it, most of them green, leading up to a big pearl. I also have pearl earrings to match, but anyways, I also have this one bracelet that has the word 'LOVE' engraved on it. I think it was my mother's. I basically have about twenty million different pieces of jewlery, but these are my favorites.

Why are you afraid of crickets?:

It was pretty dark out. The deep night sky was lit up by a big white ball, the moon. I was ready to eat dinner, a sandwich. And there were crickets all over the place. Sitting next to me, hiding in the grass, everywhere. But at that time I had no problems with the demons, so they didn't bother me at all. So I was fine really.

But then I went to take a bite of my sandwich, and they started to attack me. Attack me, I tell you! They wanted to eat my soul, my sandwich, and my brain. So I was petrified, and ran all the way back to my rubbish home, where my angry father was waiting. And ever since then, crickets have not been my friends.

You like the cold. Why?:

The cold is like a friend of mine. It's chilly, and beautiful, like silver, but there are really nice things that go along with it. Like snow. Snow has always been one of my favorite things, how cold and pretty it is amazes me! Plus, the color of a fresh snowbed looks well with silver. And snow is fun to play in too! Yeah, I sound like a baby bean, but the snow is just so wondeful! There's also icicles, which are like diamonds! Sparkly and shiny. Everything in the Winter is really shiny.

Then comes the holidays, like Thanksgiving. There's so much food! I normally eat untill I'm completely gorged, plus you actually get to show your appreciation of things. And there's Christmas, but that's only for Christians. Everything is so festive around that time though! The gifts, the shopping, the lights, the parties, the happiness, I love it all! So yeah, I really like the cold.

Your scars. Tell me about them:

My scars? Why do you wanna know about them? Anyways, if you're really that intrested, I might be able to tell you.

My father is a child abuser. So let's just push him to the side right now. Anyways, I was little, and taking out my feelings on other beans. In other words, I was bullying them. Pushing them around, jumping on them, and getting my spirits high and making myself proud. They would run, and scream, and cry their little eyes out. I was having fun. But as soon as the sun set, I went home.

And my father is a mean guy. So he just started yelling at me for no reason, calling me the ugliest bean he ever saw, and calling me a stupid, useless child. But I'm immune to sadness, so I just started to yell at him, telling him that he was a horrible father and a terrible man. So he beat me, pinned me down, tied me up, and clawed two messy lines in my snout. Then my Mother came in, fixed my boo-boos- wait, I never use that word. Fixed me up, bandaged me, and then she sent me up to my room to get some rest. I heard him hurting her, beating her, but she locked me in my room, and I couldn't do a thing. So my scars, to me, they symbolie my mother- brave, intellegent, and not a pretty daisy on the outside, but as sweet as honey on the inside.

'Kay then, I'll say everything else that I have to.

Tell me about your past:

Let's call my parents... M and D.

M looked down at the tiny blue bundle covered by a pink blanket. The little baby was so perfect in her eyes, the midnight blue color was exactly like her husband's. And even though her daughter was just in a blanket, she thought that she was going to be a great bean someday. M nuzzled up to her baby, bringing the baby's small, delicate face up to hers. When will D get back? The new mother wondered, rocking her baby back and forth.

D burst open the door, seeing his wife with a small bundle that made his face light up brighter than the sun. "She's.... just as perfect as you said." "Shhh..." M looked at him, smiling. Then the baby opened her small eyes. The parents both leaned in to see them. "They're like gems, like they could come off your necklace." D glanced at M's expensive diamond hung low on her neck. She stole it, but it was like it was made for her. The baby looked around, her magenta-red eyes sparkling in the morning air. M and D then thought- her name.

"What do you think suits her, dear?" "How about Lucy?" "Too boring." M and D both glared at eachother. They knew their morning was going to be a long one. Their conversation, in short, goes like- "Magenta?" "Annabelle?" "Rosie?" "Midnight?" "Claire?" And a whole bunch of other names were mentioned, but when M said, "Kaylin. Her name should be Kaylin," and it was settled. Their small pink eyed bundle was named Kaylin. Who is... me. After a while, I grew older. They taught me how to do anything that was possible. And they still, for the most part, loved me.

And that was my happy, nice history. But the bad part of it comes up soon...

After a while, D grew sick of taking care of his wife and kid. Sure, he loved them, but he felt as if he had worked his butt off and we hadn't done anything at all. So he started to be a big 'ol meanie pants. Her husband, acting like that? No! She thought it was just a phase. But he gave both of us scars, he beat us 'till we bled our hearts out, he made us hurt on the inside and out. And he didn't care too much. So my M and I would just brace ourselves for the worst. We'd just sit there and let him hurt us. Untill I was three.

I was sick of my Daddy, and his little acts. It was like he was playing the bad guy in a T.V. show or something, and I did not like that. So I told him that I thought he was being a bit harsh, and we started to argue, and argue, and argue. I would go out and take my feelings on everyone else, making them suffer too. But then, I took one step too far on yelling at him. He threw away my only stuffed bear, and.... Killed M, my mother. So I just backed off, and stood there like nothing was wrong. But when he didn't expect it, I told him, "Dad, you killed my Mother. So now I'll kill you." I honestly don't regret sending him to the underworld. And after then I fought for myself, and am still as vibrant and angry as ever.

What do you act like, to everyone?:

First off the bat, you should know that I'm aweso-

It's my turn to talk about you now, Kitty c:

Hey! You can say whatever you want about me, but you just can't call me... that word.

Deal. Now where was I? Oh, yes...

{Short Version}

Carefree, Rude, Intellegent, Boastful, Prankster, Unconfident, Immature.

{Medium Version}

Kaylin is a very negative traited bean, and she's been like it since she was little. She's constantly boasting, telling everyone how wondeful and talented she is. She's also very confident about what she does, Kaylin belives that she won't make many or any, mistakes. Kaylin is rather intellegent too, so she constantly boasts about that. And she's also very immature, she whines like a baby, and doesn't do any work for herself besides the things that she wants to do. To Kaylin, what she says, goes. She's just plain old lazy. Kaylin also likes to prank people, to her, their reactions are worth a million bucks. In conclusion, she's just a really mean, carefree, and immature bean.

{Long Version}

Kaylin is porbably the most lazy bean ever. Tell her you she has to walk the dog? No, she has to use the bathroom. For an hour. Need help vaccuming? No, Kaylin has some "important buisness" to attend to. She'll lie like mad just to get out of doing work- she hates it more than anything. She'd much rather sit around watching T.V. eating potato chips- in fact, she does do that. She only does the simple and not hard things that she wants to do. Unless you bribe her. The saying- "Do the right thing because it's the right thing to do" doesn't appeal to her. At all.

Kaylin also isn't very nice. You might be thinking- doesn't this kid have anything good about her? Yeah, it's her stories, and they aren't even great. She likes to push people around, and she's only nice to beans who will really try to impress her and be friendly. She isn't trying to be rude, she just has no idea how to interact with people. She'd rather pull off the mean cover than make friends any day. And when beans do try and be nice to her, she'll boast. A lot. She'll tell you about the amazing things she does- which is mostly stretching the truth. The truth isn't exactly her friend, and trust me, she doesn't want to befriend it. But the thing she will boast about is her smartness. No, not like Albert Einstein, but she knows stuff. A lot of stuff. She'll never ever specify what "Stuff" she knows, so don't bother asking. She'll just be rude to you.

She'll also play some really immature pranks on anyone. She thinks it's h-i-l-a-r-i-o-u-s. It's one of her ideas of 'fun'. Kaylin has never really understood what true fun was, but don't tell her that unless you want to get glued to a chair. But honestly, underneath that carefree, immature cover, she's very unconfident about herself. She believes that nobody likes her, or wants to be her friend, which is probably true. If you tell her that you know this, she'll just play dumb and go back to being really mean. So I advise you not to tell her that you can help her with her worries.

Any pieces of art made of her?:



Her Halloween costume, a Christmas Tree. Which she thinks is ridiculous, but I think it looks nice on her^^.

I absolutely hate it. It's terrible, she did a bad job on creating something that would match my awesomeness.

And I have an avatar sized drawing of her, which I'll make more different expressions of c:

What does she like, and what does she dislike?:

Hey! I wanna talk now, I'm pretty sure it's my tu-

Shh. It's still my turn to talk, and make this thing kind of pretty 8D

{Likes}

Reading, Writing, Story-Telling, Music, Blueberry Muffins, Pancakes, SILVER, Jewlery, Shiny Things, The Night Sky, stars, The Moon, rain, Black Eyed Susans, and pie.

{Dislikes}

Bunnies, Unicorns, Ponies, the color Pink, Roses, Waffles, Dragonflies, Crickets, Pollen, people being happy for no reason, The morning, Sunny Days, bright lights and cupcakes.

What are her "favorites" and "least favorites"?:

{Favorites}

{Favorite Food;; Kaylin's favorite food is Blueberry Muffins. She says there's something magical in them, how they taste can make any mouth water.
{Favorite Color;; Kaylin likes the color Silver Chalice. It's an exact color, but it's the color she likes, and she thinks it's very elegant and pretty.
{Favorite Season/Month;; Kaylin enjoys January, and Winter, the most. It's so much more fun and beautiful than Summer to her.


{Least Favorites}

{Least Favorite Food;; She absolutely hates waffles. Just the way they taste, it's gross to her.
{Least Favorite Color;; Kaylin doesn't like the color yellow. It's way too bright and cheery in her opinion.
{Least Favorite Month/Season;; She despises June, the Summer, and everything like it. She'd rather have the world covered in a soft blanket of snow than being bright, annoying, and sunny.


Tell me another one of your stories, Kaylin:

Yeah, sure. I love telling stories. It's about a very, very, very strange dream of mine.

It was a beautiful sunny day, the birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and the sky was purple. Wait a second.... The sky was purple? Strange, I thought to myself. And then I was greeted by a guy that I couldn't recognize. He started singing some song in a different language, and he was causing quite a racket. It almost woke me up. But then he started to dance. A dancing, singing, strange guy. Yeah. Exactly a perfect thing to see in a dream. "Uhhh.... Who the heck are you?" He stared at me like I was the crazy one. "You haven't heard? I'm the incredible, amazingly tanlented, handsome Joe! I'm so, so famous." This guy was really starting to freak me out. "Nope Joe, I've never heard you of you, and I don't like you, and I don't care if you think I'm rude!" He stared at me. "Then you must see the King." "The King?" "The King. The King controls everything. Even the elements. Fire, earth, water, ice, light, darkness, pizza, and video games. I bet you the King would knock some sense into your brain, Steve!" "Excuse me?" I was getting pretty aggravated by this 'Amazing Joe'. And I didn't like this King either. But this was all a dream, even though it felt as real as anything. I then retorted, "Joe, I'm pretty sure I have common sense. And my name is Kaylin, got it memeorized?" "Yeah!" I could see the drool forming up in his mouth, and I wondeed wether it was normal or not. But either way, I could tell that he had no clue on what he was doing.

On the way to the King's palace, there was a lot of things I didn't like. Joe and I came across other people. All named Joe. But there was one joe I liked. His hair was neon blue with a purple stripe going down the middle, and his sparkling green eyes made my head hurt. Oh, and I never described my Joe to you. He was really short with reddish pink hair, and his eyes were all white. And it seemed like he loved the King. Maybe this King was crazy? Maybe he was a dictator? I had no idea. There were no other beans in sight there, so that freaked me out. Were they, uhh.... poached? The possibilities were endless for my dreamworld, and no amount of wondering could solve it. "Joe, we've been walking in circles for a half an hour." "But we're almost theeeeerrrrre!" Then I saw it. After circling the park-thing thirteen times, a humongous white castle appeared. So Joe and I ran in as fast as we could.

Unfortunetely, we were stopped by some guards. I guessed they were all named Joe. "Halt!" They cried. "Who goes the-" Too late, morons. Joe and I beat them senseless, and strutted in. We were both singing, the two songs shared the sane idea about how perfect we are. Of course, I made mine up on the spot. And then I saw what at first glance, I guessed was the Queen. She had short, curly brown hair and swamp bottom brownish green eyes. The first word that came to mind when I saw her was overweight. Her pink and black glasses were halfway down her nose, and geez, I don't think she was as old as me. But anyways, her voice boomed out- "WHO DARE DISTURBS THE KING?" You've got to be kidding me. This. She's the King? Well, Joe never said him. "It's me, Joe, and this is my friend Kaitlyn-" "Ahem." "Kaylin, and I want you to knock some sense into her, King Sam." "Yeah, yeah, sure thing Joe." She stuck out her tongue and made an extremely loud and long fart noise. Joe and I flew backwards, slamming against her wall. And the next thing I knew, I was awake.

I never said this was going to make sense. I bet ya have the same reaction as I did- WHAT THE HECK?

Anything else to say?:

I think that I should put why I want her here. Even if I'm not supposed to, I will. I'm not going to say- "She looks like my dead dog!!1!" Because that would be a lie. My dog is alive, and cream colored, not blue. Why I want her... I guess I want a bean. I'm not going to cry or sob or anything if I lose to someone with a bean already, because I know that I'm trying. So why I actually want her. The blues, the scars, the ears, the eyes- I can't imagine anyone not falling in love with this bean. The midnight blues, I'm such a night person. The nighttime is so relaxing, and it's kind of like I'm nocturnal, doing everything besides using the internet at night. Her blue is one of my secret favorite colors. Orange is my real favorite color, and this blue is the exact opposite, but I still like it a lot. And I'm also fond of her soft, icy blue, because coldness and winter and night are all things I love. I even normally type in a soft wintery blue. But I guess the thing that really captures me is her eyes. The sweet, light orchidish magenta- that was my favorite color until I turned seven. My room is still painted that color Bl But it's pretty. And all of these colors look so pretty together, especially with her design, and- let's just say that you did an amazing job on her.

[M'ov]

Name:



She`s named after the Dayak fruit bat a relatively rare frugivorous megabat species found only on the Sunda Shelf of southeast Asia.

Nick name:

Day; as in the day time, or just the abbreviation of Dayak.

Super embarrassing nick name:

Yak; the last three letters of her real name, although when most call her the nickname, they purposely make it sound like someone is throwing up.

Gender:

Female

Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:

She was mistaken for a guy by a guy, of course; he said that he thought she was male because of her choice of words: 'Dude, sup, bro', and others like that, also her tomboy personality. They were talking with each other, and of course he popped up the question "Hey dude, let`s go find some chicks to chat up with." That set a fuse off inside Dayak, making her speak out with horrendous rage including a cuss words as well. After, Dayak finished her rant with the male, she simply said 'I`m a woman.' and walked off with pride, proud that she spoke her mind to him.

Intersting.... What her most ridiculous fear:

Fear of Ceiling Fans; ridiculous right? She sees them as extremely dangerous, and thinks that would you like to have sharp blades spinning at an incredibly fast speed hanging a few feet over your head by just a rod? If the machine just let go of the ceiling, it could potentially crack your skull, cause head trauma, give you a concussion, or even bring brain damage. Dayak feels there`s no need to explain her fear, since it`s self-evident in her eyes.

Waffles, Why does she hate them?:

Dayak does not favor waffles because she believes that they are made out of by-product ingredients, and refusing to eat such disgusting food, such as those circled, squared indented, such food. If a type of food is frozen and you try to give it to her, Dayak will be conviced that she`ll never like the food, and will push the serving away with a face full of disgust.

When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:




Childhood drawing of Mr. Sock
by Dayak when she was about
the age of three c:

I lost a precious sock; not any ol` sock, for you information. I don`t seem like the loving kind, yet my heart is put into a very simple, unusual object, but it has a huge amount of meaning to me. I know, socks seem to be useless, unvalued things by someone`s heart, but here`s the story to it:

My dad had a little puppet show, that he`d present to me when I was feeling low. There was opened up, and cut cardboard box that was used as a stage for the puppet characters to stand behind, with a chicken scratch written, ( which was my writing ), title that read ‘Puppet Palace’. Each time when my dad starting up the little show for me, I`d be fascinated by the different socks flying around in the little window for me to see the ‘show’. Although, one stuck out to me, and evoked my protective side to kick in.

The one sock puppet was the first one my dad had ever made, and this sock puppet was the one that started up the ‘Puppet Palace’ idea. I pretty much threw most of love to that one sock, since it all ways made me feel happy inside, deleting all of the sad thoughts out of my system and state of mind. Also the better thing that came out of all of this was, when I was happy my dad was a happy camper as well. I had a very special bond with my dad, as well as the sock, even though it was a object that had no heartbeat to listen to.

The day came where I was playing with, ( let`s just this special sock ‘Mr. Sock’ ), Mr. Sock and few of the other sock puppets, I was of course being quite foolish with these pieces of clothing. I was laughing, giggling, and having a good time until I threw all of the socks into the air, but Mr. Sock was the one I could not find. It was terrible! I was looking and screeching for that sock, yet I could not find him. I left the other sock puppets to be, and ran to my dad asking for the dreaded help I needed. He chuckled and with a just a snap; Mr. Sock was in his hand.

I grabbed that sock and squeezed the sock in between my hands, in my attempt to give the sock a hug with my uncontrollable joy. I asked with a few tears streaming down my face, where did my dad exactly find this missing sock? Well it was a very easy place, for him not me, to find Mr. Sock. He was on a corner table in the room I was playing in; the table was just a bit too high for me to look on top of a see that Mr. Sock was lying down on.

Quite a silly story but it`s the full out truth; I`m not really afraid to tell anyone about it, I mean I was three and it was a sock, so? Everyone else has something odd, but they love it dearly. I do have that sock still with me; it`s a special memory of my dad, okay? It`s in a very secret, and special hiding spot that I safely tuck Mr. Sock away in, but I at times do look at the sock in awe. And I do question myself, “Why does this puppet bring such good memories back into my head?”, and the answer is within the tears that fall down my furred cheeks.




She's now kind of a reble teen...Why might that be?
She love silver, but she's rather poor how does she end up getting it?

Stealing it from jewelry stores, or breaking into jewelry stores while it`s the night time.

Usually when Dayak is depressed or is a blue mood, she`ll turn to stealing a nice piece of silver jewelry to have her sprites brought up. It`s a perfect dose of adrenalin and happiness put together in one thing. Once, she`s receive want she wanted, she`ll leave and smirk all the way back home, knowing that no one will be able to tell that she was the one that stole the piece of expensive wear since most don`t know of her, and she`s barely seen by anyone most of the times.

Why is she poor?

It all started when she decided it was time to part from her long life supporters in this bad economy; her parents. She felt like was depending on them, which is indeed was, and Dayak felt it was the time to go. Well, she didn`t bring much wealth with her when she moved to cold state, Alaska. She knew that is was going to be tough, but not to where she was drop-dead poor. Therefore, her life of crime started, where she started to steal and it threw her more into the lows of money. Yet, she doesn`t think much of it and carries on with the way she`s living at the moment.

What jewlery does she have?
What dramatic experience as a kid made her afraid of Crickets:
She likes the cold, Why?

Dayak lived in the sunny, humid, state of Florida for most of her life so far. After the long years, of dealing with the horrid heat, Dayak decided when she parted with her family, to travel and move to a much cooler state, in spite to completely erase the memories of terrible heat from Florida. That state was Alaska; a huge change in weather and climate seemed to give Dayak an incredible love for the cold. She prefers rain, snow, and below zero temperatures than storming heat that rise up to over hundred degrees.

How'd she get those scars?

Well, she received those scars when she decided it was time to add more silver into her collection of piles of silver jewelry and such. Dayak was lurking around a town while she was bored and in a terrible mood, so a unique piece of expensive a type of silver jewelry would bring her sprites up. Dayak stumbled upon a closed jewelry store that was known to hold some very nice merchandise behind those closed glass doors. She gave a quick check to see if the doors would be surprisingly opened, but when she tried to move the door knob; locked. Of course, a locked door; desperate times call for desperate measures.

Dayak looked at the windows; they were only glass, she wouldn`t get hurt. Dayak walked a few feet away from one of the wide glass windows, then turned around and went head first full speed into the window to break it open. Although, while she was breaking throughout the glass shattered glass shredded the tip of her muzzle, leaving two scars from the glass digging deep into her skin while she was trying to receive a nice piece of silver to take home with her. Dayak got a nice piece of silver although, she brought a few scars along with her.

History(Optional, but I love reading so take that into account)
Personality

Dayak is a fairly unpredictable type of dragon, and is a complicated story with interesting parts included. You can`t really figure out what is stirring up behind that deceiving, innocent smirk that is usually planted on her face. To basically understand her fully, you`re going to have to dissect her bit by bit and put the whole puzzle together to find, a hopefully, hundred percent real and true answer. Dayak isn`t really one that likes to share everything out with everyone, and is usually judged by what others usually think or see her as.

Dayak does not doubt herself and believes everything that she thinks should be self-evident to everyone else. She won`t repeat herself at all, if you don`t hear her once, you won`t hear her twice, therefore there`s no point for her to waste her time one someone who doesn`t view her the least bit important. Dayak has no regret in most of things she does, she`ll mostly walk away in pride of what she did and have a smirk appear on her face later on.

Dayak is one who is quite obnoxious, and has a insolent humour, when she`s a bad mood at times many refer her to a ‘wise guy’ with the useful hint of sarcasm included as well. Dayak likes to have what`s known as ‘bragging rights’ a large amount of the time, so she`s quite a show off when she gets the opportunity to do so. Dayak is a bit self-assured and is quite confident in her own abilities, and tends to not listen to other`s advice or directions, even when someone else is much more skilled than herself, Dayak believes that she`s old enough to follow herself, and be independent not needing to dependent on others.

Dayak knows right from wrong, does that means she follows the label for the action? No, not at all; Dayak never does the right things, and enjoys being the one that starts up the trouble. Dayak is quite an unsociable and an unlikeable Jellybean Dragon, considering most of the others judge her by her usual unpredictable side. She`s not one to be jealous of someone she`s more of the type who is an envious Jellybean Dragon, and takes offensive if someone says that she is jealous of them in some way. In a case of Dayak having a feeling of discontent and resentment aroused by a conjunction with desire for the possessions or qualities of another, she won`t have a rivalry with the one, she`ll just be envious about it and carry on while maybe holding a grudge at times, when something like that occurs.

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WARNING! THIS FORM IS A WIP!

Name:
Garnet
From the English word garnet for the precious stone, the birthstone of January. The word is derived from Middle English gernet meaning "dark red".

Nick name:
Gar

Super embarrassing nick name:
Gary

Gender:
Female

Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:

Intersting.... What her most ridiculous fear:
Waffles, Why does she hate them?:
When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:
She's now kind of a reble teen...Why might that be?
She love silver, but she's rather poor how does she end up getting it?
Why is she poor?
What jewlery does she have?
What tramatic experance as a kid made her afraid of Crickets:
She likes the cold, Why?
How'd she get those scars?
History(Optional, but I love reading so take that into account)
Personality
Art
Other

JBDs included in this form are Melon Fizz and Avalon, owned by Fox- with permission

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Name:
My name is Amaya
Nick name:
Am or amay
Super embarrassing nick name:
Tough one or boulder
Gender:
Female
Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:
She was mistaken for a guy because some guy jbd's thought she looked more boyish that girl cause of her dark purple.
Intersting.... What her most ridiculous fear:
Her ridiculous fear is pianos because they are very heavy and weird in her opinion.
Waffles, Why does she hate them?:
She hates them because they taste bland to her.
When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:
She lost her favorite scarf she lost it by hiding it from her parents so they wouldn't know she had a scarf.
She's now kind of a reble teen...Why might that be?
She is like that bcause of her past at her family's home.
She love silver, but she's rather poor how does she end up getting it?
She ends up getting it by pickpocketing someone one day cause she was feeling very sad.
Why is she poor?
She is poor because she left her family to find a good life.
What jewlery does she have?
She has a necklace and a tiny woven bracelet
What tramatic experance as a kid made her afraid of Crickets:
Amaya was watching a cricket one night it jumped up and so she continued watching it and it jumped on her nose and she freaked out like crazy so she left crickets alone that night and the next.
She likes the cold, Why?
Amaya likes the cold because she enoys seeing the snow magically appear and making snowmen and having hot coaco and playing with friends in the snow.
How'd she get those scars?
She got them because she was in a bad fight with one of her parents and she ended up getting scrathed by accident.
History(Optional, but I love reading so take that into account)
When Amaya was born right from the start her parents new she was not ordinary. The next day she was walking when her other siblings were stilling trying to get up. Amaya wondered off and found Mango another jbd. They got along well. When it was night Amaya had not returned to her parents. Her parents were worried so they set out to look for her and later foyund her sleeping under a tree. They then brought her back to the home and scolded her and she got cut when her parents were waving there paw/claws around. Amaya was in alot of pain but luckily she was ok. A few years later she had some more jbd friends and she told them she would go in search of a better life. She was now poor and missed her family and friemds she was wondering what she was thuinking when she said im gonna go get a better life. But one day she found Mango she was relieved to see mango again after a year or so.They talked for a while but thenh mango had to go. Amaya found a necklace and put it on along with an old woven braclet.She thought she was going to be alright. The next day she woke up and thought she was in the forest but she was in the grassy plains near a forest. She jumped happily thinking she had slept walked. Shehad thought this was the best day ever. She later found the rest of her friends and she called the place she was in paradise. The End
Personality
Friendly, smart, sneaky, prankster, fun, funny, strong, brave, adventorous
Art
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{Name;; Deidre Evans
{Name;; Re, Deidra, Deirdre
{Gender;; Female
{Species;; Jellybean Dragon
{Theme Song;; Decode
{Typing style;; #e47070

Name Meaning;;
The name Deidre is an Irish/English name. The meaning of the name Deidre is; Melancholy. It's origins are English/Irish. Pronounced Day-dree or Dead-dree. Her embarrassing nicknames are Crumpet and Dora - dare call her these.

How can I decide what's right?
When you're clouding up my mind..
Can't win your losing fight,
all the time..

Not gonna ever own what's mine,
When you're always taking sides..
You won't take away my pride,
No, not this time..
Not this time..

How did we get here?
when I use to know you so well..
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know..

The truth is hiding in your eyes..
And it's hanging on your tongue..
Just boiling in my blood,
But you think that I can't see..

What kind of man that you are,
If you're a man at all..
Well, I will figure this one out..
on my own,
on my own..

How did we get here?
When I use to know you so well..
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know..

Do you see what we've done?
We're gonna make such..
fools of ourselves,
Do you see what we've done?
We're gonna make such..
fools of ourselves..

How did we get here?
When I use to know you so well..
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know..

I think I know..
I think I know,
There is something I see in you..
It might kill me I want it to be true..

Witty || Sarcastic || Hypocrite || Jealous || Clumsy || Egocentric

You dare try to call Deidre a timid, shy, naive fool who can't handle herself on her own. In fact, this bean will probably be the most complicated one you'll ever see - using a sense of humor to fix her own problems, using simple words to win a fight, and most definitively being a hypocrite. She will judge you by your appearance, how you act, yet she's no better. She hesitates a lot, and quite stubborn. If you want her to do something, she usually has to be bribed to do so. Watch out, this bean is dangerous.

Deidre is full of herself. In other words, egocentric. She'll speak highly of herself, but frequently, she knows inside that she's not perfect. You're probably asking now, why does she do such a thing? It's for her reputation. She tends to believe saying something great about herself to other people may increase it. Sadly, it doesn't, leaving her with not-so-many friends, yet she is well-known around the streets.

Deidre won't ask for help. She simply won't. She'll either wait for someone to ask for help; hesitate on saying "yeah, I need help", or simply fix her problem on her own. Deidre's afraid of asking for help because inside, she despises people seeing her as a weak soul who can't fix a simple problem.

Deidre will be sarcastic a lot - making her seem like a complete jerk. But really, she isn't. That's her way of 'lighting up the room', and lighting her mood. She doesn't really care about other bean's feelings - unless if you show her that you can too. If you can't, well..you'll probably end up being her enemy.

This bean is a klutz. She'll be doing the most inactive thing, then she'll trip over her own feet, making a lot of beans laugh at her. She'll repeatedly keep saying "I meant to do that", yet she does care that people made fun of her in the first place.

This girl is a pack-rat. She'll collect random, odd things - like old earrings, small dices, pens, and spoons. Can't let them go to waste, she says. Since she's poor- you probably ask, where does she get all these items? No, she doesn't buy them. She doesn't steal them too often, but she finds them on the ground a lot, then cleans the objects up. Simple, yet a good idea.

Deidre is easily jealous. She doesn't like admitting it, and she'll deny it too. But inside, she'll be boiling with rage if someone cheats on her, and want to get revenge. She wasn't always like this - but after her past, she's been through with too many heartbreaks to count, and she's tired of saying goodbye.

When Deidre says something, she probably doesn't mean it. She tends to just splurge things out of her mouth like there's no tomorrow. She's not that much of a blabber mouth, no, but she'll easily start a conversation up, and then run it right into a argument or fight.

If I were you; I'd not go near this bean unless if you can handle her.

Fur color;; Gray-ish navy blue || Eye color;; Orchird; deep pink
Markings;; Light gray blue, navy blue, dark navy blue || Scars;; Two; muzzle
Tattoos;; N/A || Horns;; N/A || Birthmarks;; N/A
Piercings;; N/A || Type;; Floppy-ears || Other body modifications;; N/A
Size;; Shiba Inu || Weight;; 123 lbs. || Height;; 60 inches

• Silver music note necklace
• Silver bell
• Small silver music box
• Silver tea cup bracelet
• Half a heart silver bracelet
• Silver tail beads
• Silver dice necklace

I drowned out all my sense
With the sound of its beating
And that's what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel
When you're not here?
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built
When you were here

• Achetaphobia
Fear of Crickets

• Bathmophobia
Fear of slopes or stairs

• Chemophobia
Fear of chemicals
(chemistry)

• Haptephobia
Fear of being touched alot

• Papyrophobia
Fear of cardboard

• Seismophobia
Fear of earthquakes

• Smashing pumpkins || Deidre has a quirk about her that not many other beans have. This is smashing pumpkins. Whenever she sees a pumpkin, she's tempted to walk up to it, and smash it. Although the fact that she loves doing this - she hates Halloween, so she'll usually spend the 31st smashing pumpkins, sadly.

• Flicking on lights || When Deidre sees a light switch or a flashlight, she can't help it, but flick it on and off. She's not sure exactly why she does this, because it amuses her in no way and makes her seem childish.

• Burying herself with blue tarp || When Deidre was a younger bean, she'd go camping a lot. She always loved to bury herself beneath tarps, and she doesn't know why. In fact, she'll only do this with blue tarp. Not other colors like green or black, which is odd.

• Carving sticks || Not much of a quirk, but whenever Deidre sees a 'perfect' stick for carving, or let's say a bow and arrow, she'll pick it up, then store it in her pouch for later. When she's back at her little camp spot, she'll use stones to carve it into weaponry.

• Rolling || Deidre has a habit to roll around. She's often lazy and doesn't want to get up - so she chooses to roll around. This seems childish, so she'll never admit it, but she does do this.

• Winter
• Sestivia
• Pourpre
• Mango
• Chee
• Blane
• Gami
• Adeo
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I like going out
She likes staying home
I like chatting with friends
She'd rather be alone
I like I like I like to have some crazy fun
But she don't, but she don't

I'm into Facebook
She's always reading books
She's always talking bout
How I dress and the way I look
She thinks she thinks she thinks she knows it all
But she don't, she don't

Ideal Friend;; Someone that
will stand up for Deidre. Also,
someone that will make Deidre
feel more social and included.
It takes time to find a good
friend for Deidre.

Ideal Enemy;; Deidre can't
stand people who judge
her right from the start. If
you insult her, it takes a lot
to be neutral again.

• Winter
• Silver
• Jewelry
• Quartz's
• Painted-glass
• Felines
• Candles
• Cinnamon
• Purple
• Snow
• Rain
• Roller-blades
• Fire
• Tornadoes

• Summer
• Dogs
• Lamps
• Staircases
• Crickets
• Waffles
• Spaghetti
• Shards of glass
• Acrylic paint
• Canned fruit
• Mushrooms
• Plaid
• Lime green
• Grapefruit

• Own a jeweler store
• Re-decorate her 'house'
• Find love
• Own a piece of land
• Find interests



Life Pursuit;;
To be the different one,
the unique one. Be remembered. Not
changing because of what others think.
Standing out. Being something different
and make them go, "Wow, you're
amazing at that."

Zodiac Sign;;
Aquarius ♒
January 20 - February 18

Birthstone;;
Amethyst

Element;;
Air

Symbol;;
The Water Bearer

Ruling planet;;
Uranus

Birth-date;;
January 28th, 1995. (17 years old)

To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell

But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

Impressions;;

Movie;;
Narnia

Sport;;
Hockey

Food;;
Cinnamon buns

Drink;;
Orange juice

Animal;;
Black panther

Book;;
Vampire Knight
(Manga)

Color;;
Iridescent

Voice;; Deidre has
a soft, deep, calm,
somewhat an alto voice.
She says it's nearly
impossible to hit
a high-pitched note.

Expressions;; Deidre
keeps a straight face,
most of the time.
She doesn't laugh
or blush purposely,
it has to come.

Attitude;; Deidre is
most of the time,
being all full of herself,
so she is usually snippy.

Why is she poor;;
Deidre's family wasn't all that wealthy, or dead-broke. They were a normal family, until Deidre stopped accepting the food and money from them. She began sneaking out at dawn, or twilight, so then her parent's wouldn't know about that. She has a small, somewhat 'camp' in the middle of a forest not to far from her backyard, so she "camps" out there when she feels like it. She usually hunts down or finds things she needs herself.


Why she likes the cold;;
Deidre, always has not been a admirer for winter. Ever since the age of eight, though, her liking for summer had been changed. When she was eight, she got achetaphobia - and since she lives in a mild place with a lot tall grass - crickets are everywhere. Anyways, she enjoys the adrenaline rush that it gives her when you slide down a hill, have a snowball fight, and plunge into the snow. She also likes the fact that there are no, as she says, annoying geese and disgusting crickets.

Crush;; N/A

Dating;; N/A

Boyfriend;; N/A

Mate;; N/A

Ex's;; N/A

Sexuality;; Straight

Deidre's history wasn't all that bad, considering what people come up with these days. No, she did not run from home. No, not all her family died, and one final one, no, she did not have abusive relatives. She was never considered 'wealthy' or completely broke; past being 'poor', she was more in the middle. Her family had enough to feed everyone, no less no more, but Deidre had a hard time accepting the food, money, or items, so she usually had to take care of herself, by choice. Her family wasn't perfect, though, as her mother tends to be extremely 'clingy’ or overprotective in this case. Deidre's indeed more of a daddy girl, but she rather roam the streets at twilight.

• Silver accessories
• Bug spray
• Patched mittens
• Homemade cookies
• Broken walkie-talkie
• Assortment of beads
• Watermelon seeds

Flaws;;
• Not coordinated well
• Disorganized
• Stubborn
• Bipolar
• Jumps-to-conclusions

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How'd she get those scars?

Long story short. Deidre's Father was a coal miner, in the early days. One day, he asked Deidre to go help him with work. So she came. Watching him use a pick-axe, she immediately wanted to become like him. Grabbing the heavy thing, she spun it around, to only to hit her muzzle multiple times. It left two deep scratches and a few small cuts on her arms. The large cuts remained.

Biggest secret;;
Deidre has kept a secret in her stomach,
which was the fact that she was homeschooled.
She didn't want to tell other people, well because
she didn't want them knowing that she was
homeschooled, and not as normal as everyone
else, but her parents insisted nothing was
wrong with it.

How you get silver;;

• Make people pity her into giving her it
• Steal it (pick-pocketing, theft, "borrowing")
• Savage it from the ground (if usable)
• Make her own (out of spare parts)
• Get it from relatives
• Buy it (if she has enough money)
• Mine it herself

• Decode
• Fireflies
• Ignorance
• Want U back
• Jar of Hearts
• Second go

Weaknesses;;
• Public Presentations
• Singing
• Explaining
• Admitting things
• Apologies

• Christmas Outfit {x}
• Halloween Costume {x}
• Accessories {x}
• Fancy Outfit {x}

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Flaws;;
• Not coordinated well
• Disorganized
• Stubborn
• Bipolar
• Jumps-to-conclusions

Biggest fear;; Stairs, or inclined slopes.
When she was a baby, she was going
downstairs to play hockey in the
basement, and fell through one of the
holes in the stairs. She fell through it,
and into a cardboard box, that
immediately shut. She was
trapped inside of it for half an hour.

Waffles?;;
Ugh, what stupid things those are. Why?
Oh, why don't I tell you a story..One day, I was out to
eat at a restaurant. I ordered five waffles and toast.
When I got the waffles, the syrup was all chunky and
disgusting. I refused to eat them, but then a little
brat came around and shoved it in my face like it
was some joke. I hated waffles ever since.

• Blue baseball cap
• Fishnet socks
• Arm band
• Music note necklace

I'm not just going to write
a big paragraph about how
signifigant the markings
are, and the coat colours,
or maybe throwing a bunch
of descriptive words at you.
I want to keep it simple, and
try to keep it straight-forward.
I want to truly put effort
into this form, and the one
paragraph where I can tell
you my love for this bean.
That being said..I'd like to
say that this bean has caught
my eyes for awhile. My friend
was originally going to try for it,
so, I decided to support her. Since
she dropped out, I took my chance
to try for this lovely bean. Yes, I was
scared that the fact that the end date
was near, but I couldn't resist. I pushed
myself to bring up this form, putting
hours and hours of effort into it, and
that's no lie. I worked on it every single
day since I posted it, and this form has
been extremely fun to do. If I won this
lovely, beautiful bean, it'd mean the
world to me. I'd jump out of my skin,
run around screaming, and feel
like as if I was the luckiest person
in the world. This bean means a lot
to me, considering I've spent countless
hours (over two days worth), and I tried
my hardest for this bean.
If she came home with me,
I'd give her all the love that she needs
and do everything with her that is possible.
I simply can't say anymore.

I lost something important.
Twas' a hockey helmet,
to be completely honest.
One late night, I decided
to sneak out. Bringing my
messenger bag with me, I
hadn't realized my special
hockey helmet was encased
inside. I walked out into the
forest, and sat by a lake. I
actually ended up falling asleep,
and when I woke up, the
helmet was gone. I assumed
it washed away, because
my bag was soaked, and
found not too far away from
where I slept.

Rebel? Why?;;
Deidre has developed a
trait that is known as being
rebellious. This has happened
because one day, her Mother
told her to go take a walk
because she was angry.
She obeyed. When she was
out walking, some guy grabbed
her and wanted to kidnap her.
She now believes that what other
people say or think may be wrong,
so she decides not to believe them,
thus making her a rebel.

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Crickets?;;
Deidre was always a bit
creeped-out by bugs, needless to
say. One day when she had to baby
sit her cousin, he brought in a large
cricket. Deidre, being terrified, he
noticed the fear, asking her to eat it.
She didn't- of course- but when least
expected, he shoved it into her mouth.

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Name:
Blair
Nick name:
None that she wishes to go by
Super embarrassing nick name:
Coming up with a nickname for such a short name often proves diffucult. yet she has had people, to her annoyance, call her Blair Bear or Bee. If you value your possessions, please don't try and call her by one of these.
Gender:
Female
Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:
Back when she was younger, she was often tagging along her brothers, always mistaken as that "cute little boy". It didn't help that her name is unisex, most often used for boys. It was always adults too, children rarely ever mistake each others genders. I believe that once when she and her brothers were out in an open-air market she had acquired a pretty little sliver bracelet for herself. As she was proudly wearing it one day, boasting that it was real silver, some boys began to tease her, telling her that cool boys didn't wear " stupid girly jewelry." She would tell you it didn't bother her, but she never wore that bracelet again.


Call me a cute little boy and I will make sure that some of your teeth go missing.


Interesting...What her most ridiculous fear:
Rain and water, she hates it. She can't swim, so water is a big thing she tries to avoid, and rain makes her feel like shes drowning. Also, if it hadn't been raining that day, her father would have never died, and she wouldn't have had such a messed-up life.


I would take snow over rain any day.


Waffles, Why does she hate them?:
You see, her brothers were never the nicest, and they often took advantage of their younger sibling, who thought that they could do no wrong at the time. One day, they found some moldy waffles in the fridge, completer with blue fuzz and spots. Warming them up, they offered them to their sister for her birthday meal. Blair asked about the blue spots, and was only told that they were blueberries, special blueberries that were extremely rare and grew only in exotic places. She ate them, and her brothers were in hysterics over her stupidity.


it was disgusting, I will never eat waffles again. All I think of is that fuzzy blue stuff.


When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:


Well, before my family fell apart, while we were all still happily living together, I had this little blue jay that me and my mother nursed back to health last spring after he had broken his wing. I called him Blue { children always seem to name things for what they are, I was no different } and he still hung around even after he was able to fly and rejoin his family. Sadly, the cat that belonged to the humans next door was out one day, and that was the end of Blue. If you would go to my old human's house, there is a little ring of pebbles out back where he was buried.


She's now kind of a rebel teen...Why might that be?


. . .what a stupid question


Her brothers were always the boss of her, she always did what they did, liked what they did, and somewhat worshiped them. As she got older, she wanted to prove herself to be more independent, but her brothers still looked down on her as a helpless little girl. She began doing more and more dangerous stunts to get their attention and earn their respect.
She love silver, but she's rather poor how does she end up getting it?


How do you think? I pick it up here and there, stupid humans don't even notice.


she steals it, which is the only way she can really get her hands on something so precious.
Why is she poor?


I had lost both my mother, father, and the human that cared for us in a span of four months. Me and my brothers took to living on the streets, with no one to care for us and our only way to get by was by theft. The reason we are poor is most likely that none of use were particularly good at thievery, often getting caught and our stolen items taken. We barely made it, but we survived somehow.


What jewelry does she have?
A silver bell that she wears on a black ribbon, was acquired through a skirmish with a cat
What traumatic experience as a kid made her afraid of Crickets:


You mean besides the fact that they are nasty little things with all those disgusting legs? Well, when I was younger I had been sleeping under a tree quite soundly. Stupid cricket was in my mouth when I woke up, it was disgusting.The darned thing was under my tongue, wriggling up a storm. I started freaking out, and must have bit down at one point because I felt it go squish and that was that. I can't look at crickets anymore without feeling nauseous. I swear, I will never, ever go anywhere near a cricket ever again.


She likes the cold, Why?


I would honestly prefer to be cold and shivering than over heating and sweaty. Freezing air makes me feel awake and alive, and snow is quite fun, though I would never let anyone catch me rolling around in it like a stupid child. Also, the humans are bundled up in so many layers, and are so intent on reaching their destination to get out of the cold, it makes i so much easier to lift items off of them. Also, snow muffles noise.


How did she get those scars?


Having spotted a silver bell tied around a sleeping house cat's neck, I , jealous of the fact it was well-fed { I was starving at the time } slipped the ribbon and bell off it's fat little neck. However, the cat must have not been fully asleep, for the bell gave a little jingle and the cat saw that it's precious collar had been taken. Angry about being woken up and wanting it's bell back, he fought me for it, I came out with a few nasty scratches but holding tight to my prize.


she wears her bell proudly to this day, though the ball that makes it jingle has since been locked in place and it no longer makes any noise.
History


My family was a normal one, I had a mother, a father, and siblings. We all got along fairly well, and we had a human to care for us. However, on rainy spring day, the human and my father were driving to the store when the car slid across the road and flipped when it hit the guardrail. Neither survived, my father dying instantly and the human after a month on life support in the hospital and no hope of ever waking up. My Mother, having always been in fragile emotional health, broke completely, fooling her mind into thinking that our father was only on an extended trip with the human and that they would be back soon. She was insane, and it was terrible just being around her. She would scream at us when me and my brothers tried to tell her that dad was never coming back, saying that we were lying and deceiving little brats. She stopped eating, we ran away. I feel terrible, but we knew she was dying, and we didn't want to have to watch her body slowly waste away before death came and took her.
After we had lost bother parents, my brothers were the only things I had left, them thinking I was a dead, useless weight that would only slow them down. I wasn't delusional, I knew what they thought of me. I pulled dangerous stunts, and even after all the things I did to prove myself, they still thought I was stupid and not worth their time. One day that summer, I woke up all alone. they had abandoned me, even though I was their sister. To tell you the truth, I don't blame them now, my stupid stunts had probably caused them more trouble then they needed at the moment. At the time though, I hated them for it with every fiber of my being. From there, I perfected my form of stealing { I am still not the best at it, sadly } and scraped by on my own After a while I found a young bean names Lette who introduced me to her human. I may begin living with Lette, it will be nice to have a companion to live with now. Mango is a wonderful friend, but I would like it better if we were just friends, since I would feel weird having more brothers.
Maybe he could be my friend-sort-of-cousin?


Personality
Blair is a strange dragon, I can tell you that. She often threatens others with rather gory and unsettling ways of death or injury, yet would never carry it out. She is secretly ashamed of how she acted to get her brothers attention, but still continues with the act, not knowing a way to stop. Blair often feels as if acting is what her life consists of, she feels like she she can not use her real personality. In reality, she is still childish and loves to have fun, which she will only show around Mango, who she feels does not care if she stops acting tough for a while. Because of this, she only truly feels like herself when with Mango, not having to fight and threaten her way up in life for the moment.
She wouldn't tell anyone, but she wishes to one day be able to share her carefree and happy side with everyone.


Hurt Mango and I'll eat you, so don't even bother trying.