[nyx.]

rawr ~

nσw whαt єхαctlч ís α jєwєl mαnє drαgσn?
A Jewel Mane Dragon is a large creature with jewls on their foreheads and tails.They eat mostly small mammals such as birds, squirrels, and rabbits. The fur on their back, hind, and front legs feel like the softest of silk and is pretty short. The fur around their neck (Also know as their mane) and tail is very soft, fluffy, and long. Jewel mane Dragons mostly keep to themselves but when they find someone they like the grow very attached, loyal, and talkative. They're all slightly bigger than a mustang but some grow to be as large as a elephant. All Jewel Mane Dragons have jewels at the end of their tail and on their forehead, there's really no exception to that rule. The jewel on their tail is used as a weapon in combat and hunting, while the jewel on their forehead is used during mating season to attract females.

Woohoo, my first adopt as a GA! <3
and of course, rainbow. I didn't have the energy to attempt some of my original ideas, so what the heck.

I have a little hidden symbol on here- can you find it? It may be fairly easy, or very hard.
buuut, I'm not telling you what your looking for. :3
and it won't count against your form if you get it wrong, or add points if you get it right. so don't worry! c:

I don't think JMDs can have multiple powers (not sure on rainbow jewls though), so you will have to choose between the two and only have one dominant jewl power but two colors.
unless lumpin says otherwise ~

formeth ~

edit:// ART is OPTIONAL! c: (but it will improve your chances. c: )
extras allowed! c:

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[b]Username ~[/b]
[b]Name ~[/b]
[b]Gender ~[/b] Female
[b]Which Jewl Color? ~ (pink or purple)[/b]
[b]Personality ~ (include hobbies in another part here too!)[/b]
[b]What is the hidden symbol, and where (is/are) (it/they?) ~[/b]
[b]Art ~ (can be in any form; art, poem, story, etc.)[/b]


right now, there is no end date set!
possibly when I get enough forms. c:

post away ~

Pfft, I must be really lazy. Got them all already. xD

RED
ff0000
ORANGE
fec301
YELLOW (also the eye color)
fff00
GREEN
07c42d
BLUE
0099ff
PURPLE
for the splatter & wings = 8240b2
for the jewel = bc6add

BLACK
000000
WHITE this is the main color, the shading makes it a pale gray.
ffffff

PINK
for accessories & markings = ee0195
for jewel ONLY = ff1da5

GRAY
aaaaaa

for her feathers ~
I burned them at the base and used the dodge tool on the ends.

[petrify]

• Friendly • Goofy • Shy • Adventurous • Daring • Flirty • Creative • Acceptable • Determined • Athletic •
Username ~
evanescent, but you can call me scent for short. :3
Name ~
Eső, meaning 'Rain' in Hungarian. Though many call her 'E', 'Rain' or 'Rainbow' short. :3
Gender ~
Female
Which Jewel Color? ~ (pink or purple)
Purple. ^^
Personality ~ (include hobbies in another part here too!)
. : F R I E N D L Y : .
She is very friendly to all people who she meets, or just strangers if they want to talk to her, but you'll find out more about her when speaking to strangers, and people she barely knows. :3
. : G O O F Y : .
Rain is all silly and goofy around her friends, and not around anyone else because, really, she would be embarrassed to do that in front of others.
. : S H Y : .
See? What did I tell ye! ;3 She is shy went meeting new people, or going around people she barely knows. That's almost everyone... right? Well, if it isn't, don't tell that to Rain. ;3
. : A D V E N T U R O U S : .
When with her friends she is very adventurous. Well, she is by herself, too. She loves to go on adventures with anybody, well, except for some people of who she dislikes...
. : D A R I N G : .
Though very shy, Rain is very daring! She does things other JMD's would be either to scared, or to nervous to do. Well, she sets the bad thoughts to the corner, and brings in the good thoughts!
. : F L I R T Y : .
You didn't think she would be flirty, eh? Well, she tries to be flirty. She thinks she is bad at it, and hopes to never flirt again, though at times she thinks she is good and likes to flirt. ;3
. : C R E A T I V E : .
Rain is a very creative girl, and loves to paint and make up songs and sing them to her homies. :3 She also loves to make up plans for her and her friends, so her friends call her VERY creative!
. : A C C E P T A B L E : .
Rain is very acceptable to everyone. People who are bi-sexual want to be her friend? Yes! Is what her answer would be, and welcome them right into her homie group. If you don't have them same religion or same style as her, she doesn't mind, at lest you are a nice person! :3
. : D E T E R M I N E D : .
Anything Rain sets her mind to do, she will never say 'I can't!' or 'I quit!' she would just flat out say yes, and try to do whatever in her power to do so.
. : A T H L E T I C : .
Though Rain is sometimes lazy - ya know, everyone has those days when they just want to sit down and do nothing for the whole day. Or, in this case, a few minutes. Rain loves to be up and running around, playing volleyball is really her favorite thing to do. She loves just to run around her old schools' track course when she is bored, or when she just feels like it.
Her hobbies;
Well, Rains' hobbies are usually kickball, swimming,running, and her favorite, volleyball. She is very good at volleyball, too! She also likes to paint, and sing. Singing is her favorite, too.
What is the hidden symbol, and where (is/are) (it/they?) ~
Umm... Not to sure. This is a w.i.p for sure! :3
Art ~ (can be in any form; art, poem, story, etc.)
Art;
w.i.p. c:
Poem if form of a haiku;
5. A beautiful name,
7. For such a beautiful girl,
5. Hello, Rain, come here! <3

5. Born with no rainbow
7. Just a white little dragon,
5. Aw, look at her now! <3

5. Hungary is her home,
7. Then moved to America,
5. Eh, it's fine here, too. <3

5. Volleyball player,
7. Such a athletic dragon,
5. Oops! She missed the ball! <3

5. Bye, America,
7. She will be off to Hungary,
5. Don't worry, she'll be back! <3
w.i.p ^^

[.Sweet-Paradise.]

I'm withdrawing because A. I don't stand a chance and B. I'm so busy ono

[Cuspid]

Nothiing

[Lying_Lilacs]

usєrnαmє;

I'm just simple .: fαιℓ ιи ℓσνє :. Okay..Maybe not so simple. But, if you would like, you can just call me, plain and simple, Fail. It's easier for both people to remember and it takes about two seconds to type. Why I chose my name to be .: fαιℓ ιи ℓσνє :. Exactly? It's not that long of a story, so don't worry, It won't burn your eye balls out.

I really chose my username from my friend constantly bugging me about. "Hey, change your username!" "Oh, you know that username's getting old" Yadda, yadda, yadda. It's a little joke between the two of us. I brought a shirt from whatever store it was and it clearly said on the front Fall In Love. So, I wear it to school the next day, you know, finding it cute and all. So I walk up to my friend in the courtyard and she squints at my shirt and says: "Fail In Love? HA! That's exactly right!" I wasn't very amused with that statement. I mean, it's not that hard to see that it says FALL in love. So we had a contest the whole day on how many people thought it said Fail In Love. Lemme tell you, The odds were not in my favor at the end of the day. Alas, my two friends still tease me about it t this day, though it's gotten a bit old by now. So, once this is done and over and separated by a few months, my friends starts pestering me that it would be a GREAT username. So, after a few 'no's I give it a little thought and change it, thinking i'll have for a few days. But, I fell in love with it and it's now probably my permanent username. Hope the little back story wasn't completely boring to read.

nαmє;

Her name is simple, yet elegant; M.y.s.t.i.q.u.e ღ
It's a combination of Mystery and Unique. It HAS been used before, and originally made by some total other person. But from my point of view, it's a combination of the two, lovely, beautiful words. And the final project of combining the two I think is perfect for this JMD. She's just beautiful, but she has a sort of edge to her that just yells out that we're missing something. And it's my job to solve that mystery. This JMD...She just...Is special, and unique.. I have no clue why..It's hypnotizing the way I get when I look at her. She's one of a kind; never to be found again. Not the slightest bit in any other design, present, past, or future. She's unique, mystique, my one and only goddess.

gєndєr;

Mystique's a bright and beautiful female. <3
I honestly cannot see her as anything else.. Just.. The simple elegance and beauty balanced throughout her pelt and even in the accessories she was blessed to have. She can't be anything other than a female. The way she wears the simplest of accessories; the beautiful white and pink bandanna wrapped as a bracelet on her left paw, the two pink toned feathers that can be spotted on both her tail and behind her ear, the simple string necklace she wears with a silver ring and pink jewel on it. All of them are both on the intricate side, for the way they all have the most delicate of detail in them, and the edge of simplicity that's also thrown expertly in, the way they are all common, house hold objects, made to be something more. These all contribute to her feminine self, and just scream that she can't be anything other than that.

whích jєwl cσlσr;
I think the purple jewl color fits Mystique the best in this case. It fits her personality and her looks more than the pink one does. For instance, if I were to choose the pink jewl for her, pink would be overwhelming the JMD herself and she would be buried underneath a fine layer of pink everything; accessories, markings, jewl color. I couldn't do that to someone as sweet and candy like as her.

I also think it suits her best because of how Mysterious she is. She takes on a small business letting other JMD's come and visit her to get their fortunes told, as well as their futures. But, really, she just uses her jewl powers for this. She lets her wonderful gift of a purple jewl take hold of her so she can look into the minds of others so she can help them. She simply just looks to see what they desire, what they are determined to do, and what they are certain will happen so she will be able to help tell them what will most likely be in their future. And she even gives them small hints on what they really desire. Not just the stupid, unimportant things they think they want. No, she tells them what they truly want. Because, honestly, your mind shelters what you truly and want most of all to protect you. And if she's able to tell you what you need and want, doesn't that help you as well? She doesn't even charge them money for her lovely services. After all, if she's using their own thoughts, why would she con them out of their money, it's pure insanity!

pєrsσnαlítч;
.M.y.s.t.e.r.i.o.u.s.

.B.r.i.g.h.t.

.F.l.i.r.t.y.

.F.a.s.h.i.o.n.a.b.l.e.

.A.r.t.i.s.t.i.c.

.M.u.s.i.c.a.l.

hσввíєs;
Mystique has a series of hobbies that she takes part in, but the more important ones are these~

● Mystique tends to take part in her own business for telling other JMD's their fortunes and futures.
● Mystique is an artistic JMD. So, naturally, she takes part in anything art related that she can get her paws on; Pastels, paint, colored pencils, markers, charcoal, even literature art! You name it, she's made at least five pieces of art with it.
● She tends to stay away from anything active, but she does enjoy small walks through the park with others.
● Just because she's mysterious doesn't mean she can't be fashionable! She just loves making her own clothes, designing them, and even sewing together a few pieces for her close friends!
● She just loves flirting up a storm with the male JMD's. >:3 You can count her in for that activity, that's for sure.
● She's a musical being at heart. So she absolutely loves singing. It's her passion and she hopes to go farther with it in life.
● She likes taking a small part in theater. It highlights her more 'dramatic' side.
● Lastly, Mystique enjoys just making anyone happy. It's one of the things she strives for in life. I mean, making one person happy and brightening up their day first makes up for a year's worth of your own happy days. Right?

whαt ís thє híddєn sчmвσl, αnd whєrє ís ít;
The hidden symbol I believe is a pink heart located on her shoulder, with a bit of 'shining' on it as well. I also think that there is an arrow puncturing through it to complete the hidden picture to make something that would remind anyone of the sweetest Valentine's Day, or the best crush on someone that could ever have been had. I also think I see a smaller heart off to the side of this bigger one. They are both located on her upper left shoulder, in a lovely pink color

αrt;

By the amazing E t e r n i t y. <333


"Really, I'm happy for you."

~ T.h.e.m.e s.o.n.g ~
♪♫ Sunburn ♪♫
♪♫ I won't give up ♪♫

~ F.a.v.o.r.i.t.e D.r.i.n.k ~
Homemade Strawberry Lemonade. <33

~ F.a.v.o.r.i.t.e F.o.o.d ~
Oranges. o///o

~ C.r.u.s.h ~
Yes. Crush. Deal with it. -u-

Mystique has a particular liking for...

No one of importance at the moment. >~>

~ M.o.t.t.o ~
Mystique likes to believe that her motto is;
"When life gives ya' sour lemons, just add a little more sugar."

~ S.t.o.r.y ~
Just a little longer I thought to myself as I snuggled deeper into that furry winter coat of mine. I could feel those first few tell-tale signs starting to show. That one tear that builds in your eye, the tightening of your throat as you try to hold off from the crying you know will come. He's not coming Mystique My self conscious told me, just adding to those first few signs. he should be here by now...It's an unsaid rule. He always comes at six on Sundays, the only day we can both really sit down and spend time together, as...Friends. This small little apple orchid was just the perfect place for the two of us when we were younger. I, however, had a particular liking for the one cherry blossom in the circular clearing. It almost always has those beautiful little pink flowers hanging off of it's branches. And when it didn't, they were spread around the ground in the most unique patterns and they still catch your eye, even when they are not on the branches.

A small smirk propped itself onto my lips as I remember the very day we met.
I had walked into the middle school that rainy day, having nice enough clothing, make up, and my hair done nicely; Courtesy of my mother unfortunately. I could barely see my own features once she was done with me. The thick but carefully applied mascara, a light blush, and a rosy colored lip gloss. I had to admit, the light make up did make me look slightly more attractive. Though, not by much with the way I looked. I was still shy then, holding my arms in just the right way to cover my mid section and not talking if I could help it. Not to mention my embarrassing stutter. Any time someone came up to me, I would stutter helplessly as I looked for the right words. Thank goodness that had left near my first year of high school.

Though, as that first day of middle school started and I walked into my class, it sort of felt like everyone else in the crowd disappeared. I could see that one boy with the light pelt and delicate patterns, and him only. With his gorgeous ice blue eyes. If I could go into detail on his pelt now..It was the color of the lightest tree bark, mixed with a natural honey blonde to complement it almost perfectly. Wait, yes, perfectly. There was no almost perfect to this boy. And his eyes could make any girl just melt despite the icy look to them. They were the softest of blues, almost the color the sky is at sunrise. And I do not say that loosely. The sky has a way of making beautiful beginnings and endings to the day and with each comes a beautiful set of colors that are nearly impossible to replicate. To think this boy had been born with the sunrise eyes and the twilight colored ring that laid around them. It was something that could truly make you want to stare into them for vast periods of time. Though, it was a shame the boy could notice you staring and cause you to blush that sickly bright red.

I had stopped walking by that point in time to notice all of his perfect features, causing a slight hold up in the doorway. Someone pushed me through finally, making me stumble and then fall onto the coarse school carpet that only they had. Every other sensible person would think to buy the whiter, softer carpet instead of this unpractical death trap. It would leave dents in your elbows and knees with the soft, rounded marks that had each fiber somehow woven into your skin for a five minute period. I threw my hands out in front of me to catch myself on the devil carpet, my things already far out of my hands since I had tripped. I could hear the muffled giggles and laughs from my apparent classmates, making me blush an easy scarlet that I had not known possible at the time.

I brought myself back onto my knees, starting to gather my things again. I managed to sneak a quick peek at the sunrise boy, seeing that he was already looking at me. What a surprise. Though, I didn't expect my own reaction to that. He'd never looked at me directly before that, I only first saw him when he was distracted and talking to another insignificant boy; Every boy compared to him was insignificant in my view. If my cheeks could, they would've blushed to a shade unknown on Earth itself. My mind blanked again for that short period of a second, getting lost in his eyes again. This time they weren't directed at someone else, where I could only get a side shot of the beauty. This time I got the full package, the second part of the sky to complete my sunrise. I felt a bit winded for a second, like I had the breath knocked out of me. In my little episode of noticing the sunrise boy again, I noticed he was the only one not laughing. He was neutral. He was my own personal savior from my point of view. I was already far past falling hard for this boy, but this seemed to seal the deal for me.

I snapped out of my little episode, it only having lasted a quick few seconds, give or take a few. My brain worked like this. Taking simple, quick actions while my thoughts exploded into a wide comprehension of the situation at hand. I began to gather my supplies once again, now that I had my almost full attention on that task. Well. I was aware of my picking up the things, just my thoughts were a bit busy at that same moment. I'd always had small grade school crushes on other boys my age before, thinking it was cute the way they ran around the room with scissors and threatened to cut another child's hair off. But..Never something this....Strong. I've never stopped breathing because of one or noticed the exact shade of his eyes and hair. That's it. I had gone insane in less than three minutes. Officially.

I was up and in the last seat open by the time my thoughts gave time for other things. I didn't even know who was stuck sitting next to the mousy me in the back. I tried not to look as I put my dropped things back into the bag that was to be mine for the duration of the school year. I could feel a soft tap on my shoulder, though I was still putting the various notebooks and pens into my school bag. I could hear a soft whisper of a voice from next to me, addressing me while I was preoccupied with the more than ten year old bag. It was a gentle voice, a voice that showed you they were no threat, no person to actually try and taunt another. Even with the gentleness threaded through each individual word, there was that ever so present reminder that the voice was certainly owned by a male. The voice was just as soft sounding and rhythmic as that of pouring rain; You could never get tired of it, even if you lived to exist more than a thousand years. I couldn't help but have an immediate liking to that soft and alluring sound.

Once I had managed to close the uncooperative bag, I straightened up and turned to the left to finally address the rain pour voice. Goodness. It seemed as if he was still leaning close to me from his whispering, causing our noses to brush one another's before I pulled back at the same time he did. But not before a small smirk crossed his lips. It was the sunrise boy, making me immediately blush again. "Uh-Uhm..I'm sorry - What was that?" I managed to stutter out in an equal whisper as the teacher was now introducing the class to herself. The boy's mouth easily pulled up a small bit to replace the smirk, revealing his dazzling smile. Wait - Was it really dazzling? That was only a word girls used to describe prince charming, not the sunrise boy they sat next to in sixth grade language arts. Well...It was rather nice. Dazzling could be an accurate description. "I said, are you okay? It looked like you had quite a fall." The sunrise boy asked me in the same whispering tone I had used, his voice still sounding like that pitter-patter of raindrops. I found myself leaning towards him to hear his whisper again, giving a slightly delayed bob of my head as I was distracted once again. The boy was wearing some nice scent of cologne. Well, for a sixth grade boy that is. I got caught in a unnoticed whiff of it, winding me slightly again in another alluring quality of this boy.

"Oh, erm, yes. I..Guess i'm fine." I told him, examining the small devil carpet scrapes that were on the palms of my hands. The sunrise boy reached out to take the closest of my hands, examining it for himself. His hands were rather soft and nice feeling. I liked him holding one of them and the warmth that spread throughout my own as his eyes grazed over them to search for his verdict. "Not fine. Your hands are scraped up pretty badly." He told me, looking up at me with a crease in between his eye brows to show the slight worry he had for my hands. He released my hand softly, awaiting both my response and reaction. "B-Bu-But. They look fine.." I told him, cutting off of anything I was about to say as I was uninterrupted by my new teacher.

She had her hands on her hips, giving an unfriendly glare to me and the sunrise boy. "Miss Mystique, Mister Maxx." She said, a look on her face that suggested it was one of the repeated times she had tried to get our attention. I straightened up in my seat again, blushing a light pink. The sunrise boy was the first to speak up. "I apologize for the disruption Mrs. Roberts, but I was just looking at the cuts Mystique has on her hands." He announced, sounding confident. Wait. How did this boy know my name? Had I gone to the same grade school as him?

I shrugged it off, giving him a side glance. Mrs. Roberts scowled softly, walking briskly over to my seat and separating me and the sunrise boy. She examined my hands for herself, sighing softly. "It's seems you were right.. You should go ahead and make yourself useful by showing Miss Mystique to the clinic." Mrs. Roberts told him, turning her back to me and looking over at the sunrise boy. Wait..? I was supposed to go somewhere...Alone. With him? What if I faint? I silently tried to calm down. Hey, if the year continued like this, with this sunrise boy and him helping me out, maybe I would be able to survive.

I laugh softly to myself, confident that no one would hear it in my little hideaway. The way I was when I was younger! Shy, stuttery, quiet as any JMD could be. I don't even know I made the change from that to my flirty and friendly self now. Those few previous signs that showed I was about to cry were now gone at the happy memory. My head turned around with a bright smile as I heard the all too familiar foot steps of my best friend. I was up and trotting towards him before he would even have a chance to get a greeting out. "Maxy!" I greeted him, still smiling brightly as I threw my arms around him in a hug. I felt him stagger backwards and then fall backwards onto the soft, snowy ground with a friendly laugh that still reminds me of the soft fall of rain even now. "Such a warm welcome Mysti.. But next time try not to run me over." He told me with a playful smile as he lifted me off of his chest and placed me in the grass beside him.

He sat up himself after a short cough. My brow creased in the slightest bit as I heard it. "You're sick, aren't you?" I asked, looking him over. He rolled his eyes, waving it off. "Yeah, no big deal though. Just a cough." He told me, but I was already stripping off that nice and cozy jacket of mine before the words could fully escape his mouth. I wrapped the light brown leather jacket around his shoulders, helping him to pull his arms through. I do have to admit that it was quite chilly outside outside without a jacket, but it was worth it to keep him warm and well. "There. All better now." I told him, looking up with another smile once I had fastened the last button. I could she his scowl even through the light snowfall. "What?!" I asked, batting my eye lashes to look innocent. "I say i'm fine and you still give me this girly jacket." He complained, only to laugh right afterwards. I couldn't help but join in.

"Hey, it's an instinct by now, isn't it?" I asked him, continuing afterward. "You always seem too cold for your own good and I give you my 'girly' jacket." I teased his own tone he used when he complained about it. He rolled his eyes softly, waving me off again as he pulled out the same little bag he always brought breakfast for the two of us in. It looked a bit..Different though. Ah! I see. It was a darker shade of green and slightly bigger. What.. Why would it be bigger if he only brought few pieces of food? I understood as he took out a woolly looking blanket. "You. C'mere. I know your cold, too." Maxx instructed, wrapping the blanket around himself before he extended his arms out to me. Darnit! I really did think I was hiding my chattering teeth successfully! Urgh. I couldn't resist the sweet warmth that was being offered to me.

I got up on my knees and made my way over to him, snuggling into the blanket as his arms encircled around my waist so that the blanket would cover me. I have to admit.. It was an admirable difference than out in the light, snowy air. I couldn't help but lean back against his chest to soak in the warmth of his fur and inhale that same cologne smell he always seemed to have on him. But it was faint, as always, as to not flare up my allergies. Always being the nice dragon and keeping me in mind...I felt him remove one arm from around me to grab an orange to hand to me and then one for himself. "Go now, eat up. You know you can't resist oranges." He told me, looking down at my white face with a smirk. That's it. I could not hold it in any more.

I reached up and pressed my still cold lips against his own, the instant thing that I realized was how soft and warm they were in the situation of being out here at this time of day; In the cold Winter in early morning time. I held my lips against his gently for a few more moments before pulling back with a shameful look. He one the other hand...He looked quite and literally stunned. A pink blush came across my cheeks, looking straight down to my orange as I started to peel the sunset orange skin off of it with small, delicate hands. Though, I have to admit I had a bit of trouble with it. The boy sitting behind me, with his arms still firmly wrapped around me finally snapped out of his little trance and took his hands to mine to help me with the peeling. He wasn't saying anything. I shouldn't have done that. We would never be the same now, now that I had made the wrong step and crossed the one fine border between friendship and something else.

"I-I'm sorry.." "You would think you would know how to peel an orange by now, seeing how much you like them."Both of our words came out at the same time. Though mine was answered first. "Sorry? Sorry for what? For just trying to warm your lips up? I can't blame you for that Mysti." He told me, letting his arms wrap back around me as he finished with the orange peeling. He was dodging the subject...Mostly at least. I let the next few words tumble out of my mouth. "I love you.. I'n sorry I haven't told you before now." I said, blushing brightly now. I heard him sigh. "I had guessed.." He said, starting into his own confession. "Mystique, I have to tell yo something as well. I..I have a girlfriend. I'm sorry to say that's why I was late today..." I tuned out there, my eye filling with regret for my move and sorrow. I had made my move too late. I looked down at my orange so he could not see my face once he was finished. "I-I'm happy for you, really." I told him, though there was a noticeable crack in my voice as my throat tightened again and a tear made a wet trail across my snow bitten cheek on it's way down to the snow. It left a small dot through the snow, and Maxx seemed to notice. "Mystique! Please! Please don't cry! I do love you..It's just.. I can't see you as anything other than my best friend right now." He explained, hurriedly wiping the tears from my cheeks as if it would erase the hurt immediately.

Maybe our relationship would just be an illusion..And maybe it would stay that way. I could never expect him to love me back anyways. I'm just, boring me. Nothing special besides the fact that I'm too loud, and I'm obnoxious. I let the tears continue to streak down my cheeks in what seemed like something close to a rhythm. Not even his quick, warm, gentle paw could stop the tears from my eyes. Nothing could ever end this hurt. I guess that's the reason I ever date so many JMD's in the first place. I guess i'm just looking for that same exact spark me and Maxx had before the confusion. The playful talk between each other, the way we knew everything about each other, like the oranges. Maybe, one day, I'll actually find someone to patch up my heart and handle me delicately enough to not do it again.

Some things really are just an illusion.

● Mean JMD's..They get her down
even before she can
brighten up their day!

● Pineapple. She will not eat
anything with pineapple
in it. She refuses to.

● Due dates. She absolutely
hates these. I mean, why
would you just make a due
date for something when
you know they're gonna forget
it anyways?

● Pizza..Yeah. Most JMD's
like it. But I can
not stand it. Too gross.

● Video Games. They
tend to hurt her eyes
so she doesn't need any
of them.

● Bugs and Insects. o.o
She's terrified by
them. Every single one.

● Television. Yeah, almost
everyone watches it,
right? Well not Mystique here,
she thinks it just a waste of
money to buy such expensive
tvs and then have to buy cable.
It ain't helping you out in no way
if your tv just charges you.

● Being hungry. e.e It just
makes her irritable when
she hasn't eaten. JMD +
No food = ABORT MISSION.
She would slap someone a
million times just to get
something as small as an
orange when she's hungry.

● Being challenged. She's
very competitive and
to have someone just
walk up to her and
challenge her in some
way, shape, or form?
That's insane!

● Being made fun of.
She used to be a small,
scrawny little baby JMD
and people used to tease
and make fun of her a lot.
She doesn't want that to
happen again. Ever.

● Sleeping. <33 It has
to be her favorite thing
to do. I mean, who doesn't
love just losing consciousness
in the peaceful form of sleep
to where you can dream of
impossible things?

● Mystique has a secret
love for books, whether
she looks like the 'book
type' or not, she's still an
avid reader and keeps up
with multiple series. She
also has a room with bookshelves
stacked high with books on
each wall.

● Painting. That's all I
must say. She adores it. The
colors, the consistency, the
way you can blend colors together
to make an entirely new
one. She loves it, and she hopes
to go far with painting itself.

● She likes to compose songs
on the piano and then continue
to write lyrics to go with them.
She's a really good singer, smooth
voice, nice tone, even, unshakey
breaths. It's like you're hearing
a recording every time she sings
it's so smooth and perfect the
first time.

● Fire. She loves this chiz.
I mean. It's beautiful and
dangerous at the same time,
how many times can that be
pulled off in the world? You
just gotta love it! Along with
the beautiful patterns that
ripple throughout one single
flame even when it's barely
been started.

● Candy. *-* This is probably
Mystique's favorite food of all
time. It's so sweet and the different
textures they can all have is utterly
fascinating. She loves any kind; Sweet,
sour, sticky. As long as it's candy,
she'll eat it!

● Mystique just loves to flirt
with the male JMD's. It's something
that entertain her, and it's a way to
find that one special JMD for her. After
all, if you try dating many guys, it doesn't
mean you're a bad person, it just means you're
really just looking for the right person
that will make you happy in life. <3

● Mystique's a romance girl. >:3
She loves anything having to
do with romance, it gets her
all bubbly and giggly inside to
see others in love. And it's really
only her own dream to be just as
happy as the people on the book
page, or the actors on the screen.

~ Mystique loves using her boyfriends as pillows. <33

~ She has a bit of a temper at times...I'll warn you now. She'll be quite happy and flirty at one moment and then she will be pouting with a few sour words the next. It's not all her fault. She does try to keep it under lock and key so she doesn't scare off anyone.

~ She hates being scared and she hates scary movies as well. Do not attempt to take her to one. Ever.

~ She's terrible with electronics... Don't let her near any. >~>

~ She absolutely adores babies. <33 If she had one of her own, I think everyone else in the room would die from all the love emitting from her.

~ She still sleeps with a little JMD plushie. It's a bit worn from all the use, but she still loves it to pieces. And she'll only show certain trusted people it. IF they're lucky.

~ She'll do anything for candy.

~ She loves having her picture taken.

~ She hates being alone...Maybe that's why she flutters from boyfriend to boyfriend.

~ She constantly has nightmares. So anyone that can climb into bed with her and calm her down after her waking up screaming would be like a dream come true.

~ She cries. She only normal. She needs to get out that main sometimes.

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Username ~ OlympicDreams
Name ~ Fallen Rainbow or Fallen Colours
Gender ~ Female
Which Jewel Colour? ~ (pink or purple) Pink!
Personality ~ (include hobbies in another part here too!) Fallen is very shy, but has the most beautiful power of all. she loves to run in the woods and open fields and meadows, and loves the feeling of wind in her fur.
What is the hidden symbol, and where (is/are) (it/they?) ~ either behind her, or underneath her eyelashes...
Art ~ (can be in any form; art, poem, story, etc.) IM going to do a poem if you don't mind, iv'e been in the poemey mood lately...

Beautiful

Did someone ever tell you
That your beautiful?
Maybe they haven't
Maybe they have

Your beautiful
In your own way.
Your unique
Unlike anyone else.

Your pretty
Like an evening gown
You shine
Like the moon at night.

Don't believe them
When they say your ugly
I think your beautiful
In your own special way.

[lumpinbanana]

Ermigred ;A;
You. Tempt. Me!
Maybe reserve.
I dunno .////.

[Virtuoso]

Username~
LittleKitten

Name ~
Meraviglia. It means 'Wonder" in Italian. I chose her name because she is just a wonder and a beauty in my eyes.

Gender ~
Female

Which Jewl Color? ~ (Pink or Purple)
Pink, the ability to make anyone or anything beautiful.

Personality ~

~*SHY*~
Meraviglia has always been a shy dragon. She likes to keep to herself, because she never had any friends when she was younger, so she doesn't really talk to anyone, because she's never had a special relationship or a long enough one to sit and talk for a while. She mainly eats and sits alone, and she never really does anything with anybody.

~*CREATIVE*~
Meraviglia is very creative, for drawing and/or singing is what she would do in her free time, which is pretty much all the time. She makes bracelets, draws pictures of things she sees, plays piano, and dances. She is very outgoing in her work, and makes sure it looks nice and pretty. She often likes to give people her art and other makings because she is so generous.

~*GENEROUS*~
Meraviglia is very generous because she thinks that even though people aren't nice to you, you should be nice back. She gives what she wishes to receive, even though she hardly ever gets it back. She loves to give, and will say that giving her something is unnecessary.

~*UNTRUSTING*~
Meraviglia is actually very untrusting. Despite her good heart and generous being, she is untrusting because the last time she ever trusted someone, they broke her heart. She doesn't dare call anyone a friend, unless she's talking to someone who doesn't know them, and would be scared to death to call someone her 'bestie'. She is hoping to find someone who will love her for who she is, even if she has to go to great lenghts to find them.

~*DANCER*~
In her spare time, Meraviglia loves to dance. She does it when she has nothing else to do, when she has to do something she doesn't want to; pretty much everyday, all day. She does it rather than hang out with her nonexsistant friends, or go shopping like most other females do. She prefers to practice piques rather than pink out her wardrobe, or sutenou rather than shop.

~*MUSIC WRITER*~
Since Meraviglia had no one to turn to in her tough times, she turned to music. She would vent out into her music, and most of her songs were sad and slow. Sometimes if she was in a good mood, she will write a happy and fast paced song. She writes music well, and even sells her songs to other dragons looking for a career in music. She just does it for fun, but she likes to vent about the unfairness of the world and how other dragons made her life miserable.

What is the hidden symbol, and where (is/are) (it/they?) ~
I see two small pink hearts on her left shoulder, one which seems to have a little arrow-like line through it. I also see a white heart in the red on her back, and an upside-down heart underneath the strings of her feathers in purple on her tail. Also, on her ears, I see kinda like a heart-beat thing, but it reminded me of music, so that's part of where her hobby for writing music came from.

Art ~
My art is a poem, song and a story:
Poem
Meek and timid she will be
Ever silent she shall stay.
Rich with many colors
And bright eyes,
Very wondrous indeed.
Igniting beauty in her musical creations,
Giving love to those who need,
Living alone, in silence, no fear,
Intwining ribbons and lace through a pirouette
A meraviglia che è davvero. (A wonder she is indeed)

Song
I've lived my life in fear of what will happen next.
I've lived my life alone, waiting for a chance.
But your opinions don't matter to me!

My hair is. All up in a knot.
Probably, looks like I've been shot.
Well guess what? I don't really care...
I've got. No makeup on.
I don't see whats so wrong
With who I am...
I won't change myself for your pleasure!

I've gotta be me me me
Express myself.
Don't care about them them them
Because its not about the looks!
It's what's on the inside that counts...
Maybe some people's opinions matter...
But all that really matters is me...
All that really matters is me!

Story
Mera remebered evrything. She remebered that all the way up until her fourth year at school she had no friends. In her first second and third years,everyone had always been friends, but now people were seperating, and wern't letting her in. So when her one friend kept hanging out with another girl, and the other girl wouldn't let her come play, she cried. She felt as if no one loved her, and it was the truth in her mind. She remembered when, in her fifth year, she became friends with the mean girl, and two other girls who had been friends for a while. They were always mean to one girl who couldn't help her situation, because she was just born how she was. She hated it. So in her sixth year, she told her friends to stop being mean. The girl who had been mean in the fourth year left her and her friends, leaving only three. They included the girl they had been mean to, and two other girls who were friends at the time. Then in the seventh year, the group kept excluding her and the girl they had been mean to. They finally decided to tell the girl they didn't want her in their group anymore, so they wrote a fake diary and placed it in the girl's desk, then went on to balme her for stealing it and that she couldn't be their friend. And Mera couldn't do anything about it. So when September rolled around,they all wanted to be butterflies together. Well Mera had gotten a lot of neat things for her birthday, and one of the girls was jealous. So she took Mera aside and talked to her at lunch. She said that Mera should change her ways and not be so braggy, even though Mera knew she wasn't trying to be. Then, as Mera walked past them to get to class, the girl said, "Mera!" Mera turned to look but kept walking. "Oh, and we've decided you can't be butterflies with us anymore." Mera began to cry. She missed all of her Religion Class, and sat outside, crying. She had been betrayed again. The words still haunt her... "You can't be butterflies with us anymore..."


BASED ON TRUE EVENTS IF YOU COPY I WILL FIND YOU. THIS HAPPENED TO ME, I WAS MERA IN THIS SITUATION. IT HURT ME BADLY, SO IF YOU COPY THIS, ANY OF IT, I WILL BE HURT DEEPLY AGAIN, THAT YOU DIDN'T CARE THAT THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO ME. SORRY FOR THE RANT.

[Snowseph]

Username ~
Hello there. I'm Snow! You're free to call me Snow or Squiddy.

Name ~
Stella.
Stella means Star in Latin and Italian. I picked this name because her personality seems like shes a Girly girl, and the star. She is almost like a fasinating star, shiningbright in the sky.

Gender ~
Female

Which Jewl Color? ~
Purple, well why? Because, purple is like a night sky, setting over the horizon.

Personality ~
Wip

What is the hidden symbol, and where~
I think it just a unique design. Just something to make her special<3

Art~
Mega wip, like this form

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