[.Lunarsky.]

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[hamkid]

N ame

U sername }
I'm Sage! What is your name....?

U sername }
littlewolf8
Poem
The moss and the sun
And the life in the greens
How I wish it was all green
But the sky stays blue
Like my other eye, too.

Rolling in the moss
Sneaking in the grass
Playing and playing
But the day won't last.

A ccessories }

A bright green collar with a bell on it- I let the blind know where I is.
I also have a few earrings, "Boy-Ish" ones.

S hort Story }
WIP

[patrick star..]

Username: Mabel Pines

Name:
Accessories:
Short Story OR Art:

[.sea]

Username: -Peachy-

Name: Silas
Accessories: He wears an arrow charm on his tail Click
Short Story OR Art: WIP

[LightningStrike3]

Don't change who you are, just be brave.

Username:
lightningstrike3

Name:
Strepen

Name Meaning:
Strepen means stripes in Dutch.

Nickname:

My name is Strepen, therefore you should call me Strepen.

Age:
23

Birthday:
April 23rd

Size
Strepen is quite big. He he only just under the size of a cow.

Basic Personality:
He's reserved, not shy though, and brave and is very protective of the ones and things he cares about.

Personality Traits:
-Reserved-
Strepen likes to keep to himself. He's not really shy to others or anything, but he just prefers to stay alone. Not many can know what he's feeling, because he keeps it all bottled up inside and that's just himself. Being reserved is his nature, it's himself and he doesn't care what others think and won't let anyone try to destroy this part of him.
-Brave-
Strepen is not afraid of anything, but being afraid. He'll stand up against the worst of odds if he thinks it's the right thing to do. He doesn't back down unless the losing would cost him too much. It doesn't matter that he is reserved, Strepen can still be brave and fight against what he thinks is wrong.
-Protective-
When Strepen cares for something or someone, he won't let anyone harm them. Strepen is about one of the most protective JBDs you can meet. If someone ever tries to hurt one of his friends, Strepen will be right at their side defending them. Strepen feels that protecting is one of his duties as a friend and it's in his nature more than most others.
-Honest-
One thing Strepen hates to do is lie. He likes to tell the truth and not give someone mixed up about something. That goes for his opinions too. If you ask for his opinion, he'll tell it, but you may not like what it is. Strepen feels that being honest is just one of the many favors you can do for others and is confused of why you would tell anything but the truth.
-Loyal-
If Strepen gives you his word, he'll keep it for sure. Strepen is always going to be loyal to something he is fully committed to unless it just completely falls down and breaks. Loyalty is a great thing to have and Strepen insures that his loyalty doesn't waver. Promises are always something that Strepen will keep.
-Intelligent-
Strepen is definitely intelligent. Most can tell that by his goggles or by the way he speaks, as he thinks that there is no reason to hide what he is. In addition to his intelligence, there is also some wisdom in him. Strepen speaks in wise and meaningful sentences, informing others of things they need to know.
-Socially-awkward-
Interacting with others is not one of Strepen's strong suits. He doesn't get slang or most jokes and when he actually tries to make up a joke, it's terrible and no one but him gets it. Strepen usually just doesn't mix with others that well and he doesn't mind too much about that, though at times he can get a little lonely.
-Independent-
He is independent and won't let any one tell him who he is, because only himself can decide. As an independent being, Strepen feels as if he is one of a kind or very few others out there like him. Strepen doesn't mind being alone, because it's basically the same as have others around you; the only difference is is that there are others around you.

Favorites:
Quote:
"I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right, and stand with him while he is right, and part with him when he goes wrong."
-Abraham Lincoln
Book:
Beowulf by William Shakespeare
Food:
Salad
Beverage:
Orange Juice
Color:
Gold
Animal:
Snake
Subject:
Literature

Likes:
Reading
Music
Calmness
Others who are brave
Goggles
Steam-punk
Cleanliness

Dislikes:
Chaos
Scaredy-cats
Loud things
Others who think they are superior
Dirtiness

Fear:
Phobophobia
Strepen fears having any fears. He believes that if he shows any fear about anything that he'll be sought out by others that want to be superior and show up with his fear.

Theme Song:
Twisted Logic by Coldplay

Interview:
First off, how are you, Strepen?

I am myself, a being with no complaints currently, but is not overjoyed either.

So you're fine then. Okay now, do you like your name?

My name is my identity, but yet not me. It states my main design in a different language and that is all there is to it. I cannot say if I like it or not, as I did not give it to myself; I have only became accustom to it.

Why did you choose your accessories?

My favorite animal is a snake and my favorite color is gold. I like steam-punk, goggles, and it matches my eyes somewhat.

Who is your role model?

Abraham Lincoln.

Which do you like more the day or night?

I cannot answer that as they are both apart of the full day here. You can do basically the same productive things at each time. I view them equally.

What do you think of Nighlock, lightningstrike3's JBD?

He is himself. Very... Interesting to me. He is creepy, yet still nice. I find him to be different.

What do you think that Nightlock thinks of you?

To be honest, I do not think that he likes me at all. Nightlock usually quiets down when I come in the same room as him and when I try to speak with him, once I speak he gives me a weird look that is heart breaking.

What do you look for in a girl?

Love cannot be controlled, therefore I do not know. Once I find a girl that I love all that will matter is that I lover her and she loves me back.

Do you have a crush?

No, and I am perfectly fine without one.

Why are you so socially-awkward?

I do not understand the ways of others, therefore they do not understand my ways.

Why is being brave so important to you?

You should not be afraid of what is real and need to face up to reality.

Do you think everyone is equal?

Yes, everyone has the same amount of judgement and emotion as the rest of us. I do not like those who think they are better, because they are truly not.

You say you believe everyone is equal, but yet you dislike some types of others, why is that?

Just because I dislike someone does not make them or me any lesser than the other.

Accessories:
This gold snake bracelet.
These steampunk red and blue goggles.

Two pieces of art and a short story:


The light was blinding when Strepen stepped outside. He had gone out for a walk to get some fresh air, for he had gotten frustrated on the way that the others were acting like inside. Why did everyone have to be so crazy, but at the slightest sight of even the tiniest spider they squeal in fear like children? Strepen shook his head; he just didn't know.
An outline of a forest and a lake could be seen from Strepen's view. Hmm, I wonder which one I should go to. I'll just go to the lake, I can find my way back easier, well actually on that thought, I think I'll go to the forest instead, Strepen thought, now heading over to the forest.
The walk there wasn't too long and Strepen still had plenty of energy when he arrived at the forest. It was a wondrous sight to see with lots of small animals and beautiful plants. Small puddles were spread out every now and then and when ever Strepen put his paw in, either by accident or on purpose, the coolness of the still water soothed Strepen just by the tiniest tap. Once Strepen had finally cleared out his mind and decided to head back, he had no idea of where he came from. Strepen trekked across the forest until he came to an ending of it.
He was out, but out the wrong way. The house was no where in sight! This is easy to fix, all I have to do is go around the forest edge until I find the house again, but... Do I want to find the house or just stay lost by myself and find somewhere new? Strepen pondered the thought and came to a final conclusion. He would head back to the house, so they weren't worried about him, but he would only come back to get some belongings and say goodbye, for that was no home for him. Strepen needed a place where he could be content in a peaceful place, that was the home for him.

[P1877a & Crazy]

Username: Crazy

Name: Bob
Accessories:
Short Story OR Art:
WIP!
Edit: Dropping out!

[Lime]

Huge WIP right now (posting this to find it in my posts)
Username:
Skribbles

Name:
Accessories:
Short Story OR Art:

[Narwhals.]

Username:

Hey! my username is Narwhalsarewaesome

Name: Luna
Accessories:Wip
Short Story OR Art:

[Carbon]

I am going to drop out because I just won 313 and that was last week. X3

[Scratchpadd]

Username:
~Asaki

Name:
Acute
Why?
I choose this name because of his markings.The edges remind me of an acute angle, and he is a-cute JBD!
Accesories:

On his forelegs, leather bands that are held together by two alligator scoots. they have thread leather strings, two of them with clear jade baeds and one with a braided eagle feather
Two leather bangles are on his tail, one has the charm of a bell, which is to reassure him of his woories, and the other serves as a guide light, a little, flourecent wood owl.
A cotton/leather saddle like backpack serves as both a backpack and jacket
And he has a little glass bottle necklace, to keep insect he finds.

Personality~
A gamer-

Stubborn-

Loud-

Childish-

Well intented-

Ignorant-

Has a minor god complex with being a hero-

Spaztic and spontaneos-

Increadbly smart, he just keeps that hidden-

Hobbies~
VIDEO GAMES
Piloting
Collecting model airplanes
Drawing
Writing
Exploring/ map making
Solving puzzles and rubix cubes
Photography
Eating
Air boating
Trying to make friends with anything and everything that moves
Annoying anyone british *COUGHTHETA*

Here we go again.
Something stupid and crazy, poised in a deadly coil, ready to cap you with a dunce cap.Buuuutt, still, it is pretty fun to act like a fool everyone once in a while, even if most people expect that. SO there I was, at the edge of one of the biggest slow moving rivers in the country, ready to do a night run through alligator infested water.
Something stupid.
“Whatcha waiting for acute?”
Turning to face the little ruby colored pile or sagging feathers on my back, it stretched out, pleasantly scratching my back with minute talons.
Cliff leaned over and peered at the shallow water. The burrowing owl hopped onto my head and nibbled my ear.
“Will you stop that?” I snap at the bird, and cliff hopped backwards, tapping on my spine, and sending even more shudders up my back.
Sure, I pretty much know Florida's forest and glades like the back of my paw, but under normal circumstances I travel during the day, not in the smack middle of night.
Stupid, like I said.
So here I stood, facing a formidable forest.
It loomed in the same way that made you want to pee yourself like when playing slender. Or going without your computer for two hours. Okay, maybe not that bad, but still, pretty scary!
Taking a dainty step forward, the burrow owl shot like an arrow to a nearby Cyprus.
“Jerk!” I shout after I wear the commotion of wings.Pfftt, Typical!
And then, to make matters worse, my little paranoid issue kicked in. I swung my fluffy tail in a sweeping gesture, expecting my little friend to stop this cruel joke and come down
NAADDAA!
Looking up again, poof! he was gone.
I almost roared in frustration had I not hit the nearest redwood with my head. Thank goodness for having a thick skull! But that still left me dazed and the unfortunate tree gashed where my small horns scratched it. And yet again I was connoted with a creepy quite in the hammock.
At this point, my cowardly counterpart was knocked out of myself conscious, by literally, a tree. I sunk and drew myself into a little ball at the roots of the red wood I had hit. And dude, I totally regretted doing that. Thoughts of sheer and awe-inspiring horrors dawned on me. TO assure myself, I shouted them out into the forest.
“SLENDERMAN! ALIENS! MEN IN BLACK! TOOAADDDSS! MUTANTS! FLORIDA SEA MONSTERS! HEROBRINE! TEMPLAARRSS!”
And then I relished I was only a few minutes away from park reception.”Lulz” chuckled I, and confidently relaxed and walked to the park reception. And again, bad luck reared its absolutely disgusting head.
“HOOOLLLYYY SSSSHHHHH-“ thud “OWOWOWO DUDE THAT TOTALLY HURT” I spit out a slew of dirt and limestone out of my mouth, and the odd sulfuric smell of limestone immediately hit my nose. I layed still for a while, trying to figure out what happen and if I was okay. You know, limestone is an odd thing in nature, soft like a sponge, smelly as a volcano, and just as potent to vinegar as any other rock. I walked in a slow, lopsided circle, trying o find a way out. The walls were way too high to jump and the area was heavily clumped and matted with fungi and weeds.
“GRRaaaaarrrr!” That little growl sent me flying out of my skin, and almost out of reflex made me bring out my flashlight.
Click, click
“Shoot!”The thing was wonderfully dead. But that didn’t matter now; I could clearly see the purple markings and green, fluorescent jaws of the chupacabra like thing.
I practically obliterated my mind for ideas. It hit me like a stone, Fire! And then I faced another problem, how the heck did I light a fire? Very few dragons had ever blown a fire, mainly because it is really unnecessary. But sadly, this was a life or death stuff here! SO I let my instincts go, and felt a little warmth in my mouth. And then it was gone. The condensation coming from the limestone had murdered it. The dark purple thing approached, seven will-o-wisps surrounding its neck and dancing coldly. Green spittle foamed and flecked its long jaw.
10 yards, 9 yards… goodness! That thing is a mammoth in size! I inched slowly across the walls a found myself with a paw in a crag. It sprung to me, and I climbed up the wall faster than I have ever run. The monster howled a blood curdling scream with a guttery growl, and I continued to run. I eventually ran intone the Indian camp, abandoned oh so long ago. There I found the little owl of wood, eye throwing a blue glow all around the old settlement. It was a small charm, and my curiosity told me to grab it. So I did. The howling behind me ceased immediately.
The monster was a guardian
The owl the key.

WIP

Likes• Animals!
• Airplanes
• Aliens
• Video games
• Anime
• Drawing
• Whaaallleesss
• Cats
• Heroes
• Hamburgers
• Vlogging
• Funny people
• Kite flying

Dislikes
• Cowards
• Rudeness
• Anything directly related to avocadoes
• Sarcasm
• Snooty stuck up jerk faces
• Scary movies
• Calculus
• Toads
• Being scared to death by a friend
• People who except to much of him
• People who are waaayy to serious *Chill dude!*

Favorites
Favorite music[color=#808080] Dubstep

Favorite subjectUS history

Favorite HobbyPiloting

Favorite color Red and blue

Favorite food and drink Hamburgers and straberry slushies!

Favorite animal Eagles

Favorite season Summer!