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Name:Sprite
Gender:Female
Age:18
Size:
Shiba Inu
Birthday:May 23rd
Personality:MusicalSprite feels like she has a unique calling to music. Not just any music though, but music in nature. It soothes her, makes her feel somewhere at peace beyond herself. Her 'attraction' to music started when she was still a bean. She had sat in the forest listening, listening for anything; watching for any movement. She quickly became bored, since only the familiar noises of chirping birds and frogs croaking could be heard. Then it struck her, and the boring, familiar noises stood out. She realized each sound was special and created its own music. Not only music though, but rhythm. Sprite believes rhythm is the key to any music. From birds chirping to rain drops, she believes everything has rhythm. The rhythm may not always stay the same, but change suddenly. It always returns back to a similar pattern though, every now and them making sudden changes, which she finds interesting. Music has had a huge impact on Sprite's life, and she could never go without it.
DetailedUnlike most of the jelly beans she knows, Sprite can pick up on the smallest details of things. Years of observation have perfected this skill, as she frequently observes not only nature but also other JBDs. She can easily tell when someone is upset, and if they are trying to hide it. However, being shy she won't confront them, but rather just leave them alone and continue to observe. Lying is another detail Sprite can pick out. You should never lie to her face, because she will recognize your lying. She won't get mad, no, she's too quiet to be angry with anyone. Rather, she would be a bit confused and sad as to why anyone would lie to her intentionally. However in nature, rocks and birds can't lie. The kinds of details she notices in nature are physical details, mostly small imperfections. Weather it is a chip in a rock, a twisted root in the ground, or a bird with a missing feather, Sprite will notice all of these. She doesn't think of them as imperfections, but rather characteristics that give character.
DreamerSprite loves to dream. Daydreams, and dreams at night. In her daydreams she often pictures herself as a bird. She longs to be able to make the sounds the birds can make, since her favorite thing is to listen to their music. Not only chirping rhythms, but she also sees herself flying, her biggest daydream. Feeling the warm air and gliding along it's drafts is something she has always wanted to do. Sprite often wonders about her dreams at night. How can you have a movie in your head? Though she is puzzled by these type of dreams, she enjoys them just as must as daydreams. Her night dreams consist of events that took place in the past in her life, her memories. Her favorite place to daydream is when she is resting in the branches of a tree listening to nature. If interrupted in the middle of a daydream, she may seem very confused for a moment before coming back in to reality, but she is never mad because she knows she can always finish her dream another time.
ShyQuietBeing an observer and shy, she is what you can call quiet. Often she is mistaken for being mute by those who aren't her close friends. She does speak often, but usually only to herself. She can sit in silence for hours listening to the sounds around her and not mumble a thing. When someone openly confronts her, she usually thinks for a moment before she speaks, and when she does reply it is in a very soft-spoken tone. Being so quiet has its privileges, such as overhearing conversations. Sprite doesn't like to eavesdrop, but sometimes she finds information interesting. Though, she is not the one who would run around telling everything she heard, so any secrets are safe for her to hear. Another benefit of being quiet is going unnoticed. This is helpful when she wants to be left alone and simply have some peace and quiet to herself.
ContentSmallAgileShort Story:Poem:The thunder roars in the distance.
Deafening rain pours around,
Bringing life to my existence-
My heart responds to the sound.
As the storm dims to a purring,
The raindrops have their own beat.
Something inside me is stirring,
Can music make me complete?
A smile began to spread on my face.
This feeling, so new and strange,
I could live always in this place.
A gift I'd never exchange.
Likes:Music
Rhythm
Quiet
Rain
Nature
Spring
Birds
Dislikes:Snow
Crowds
Books
Night
Loud noises
Fires
Bells
Pain
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