[kyum-]

Username: xoKyrana
Name:
Aeiux [I seem to be on an Ae-x naming spree ouo; Pronounced Ay-uh-cks]

Personality:
Aeiux doesn't pay much attention to his surroundings. He isn't very alert, making him an easy prey for bullies and other animals. Although he may be oblivious to such things, he can annoy the stuffings out of you quite easily, causing those around him to leave. Even those bullies. He's very sociable, friendly and caring. Helpful, too. He's not very generous, but if he really really needs to, as in really extremely need to, he can be- only to give them half. Or at least something like that. He hates having his stuff touched by others or moved- he isn't very good at looking for things. He kinda just scans really quickly. Ae is very stubborn and childish, always goofing about and not listening to his elders. He doesn't hold much respect for others, but when he does, he's loyal, mature and willing to do anything for that person/JBD.

So to summarise all this, he's kind, caring, helpful, oblivious to his surroundings, annoying, talkative, stubborn, stingy, disrespectful, childish and playful.

Why does he have this plushie?:
Aeiux silently snuck into his sister's room, tip toeing on his feet. He was ready to take it, that ball of fluff and adorable-ness. That beaver. Plushie. He had to have it. For his collection. He stood by his sister's bed, staring at the stuffed beaver. Swiftly, he snagged it from under his sister's arm and ran quickly [but quietly] from her room.

Weeks passed after his sister had lost the beaver. They never found it under his plushie collection >laughs<. It was part of his collection, to help him accomplish his goal of a thousand plushies. Or at least it was. His sister was leaving home, to travel across the world and see new things. Aeiux, feeling upset, took the plushie from his collection to return it, but she refused. Instead, she went to his room and took another plushie.
"Now we're even," she laughed. "And we'll have something to remember each other by."
A few minutes later, she was gone from sight.

[Loenna]

Wip . On iPad so cannot copy forms

[Caseal<3]

Username:
Hello, I am Leer Cheshire ^^
Name:

Hello, I am Swiss Chocolate, but please call me Swiss. Nice to meet you.

Personality:
Swiss chocolate is a very sweet JBD, he can get a little shy at times though, and they causes him some issues to be honest. He has a MAJOR bipolar issue and will randomly want to kill you at the most random time, But the whole bipolar trip is what makes him special. Well... Thats what he thinks. He has a weird moment sometimes where he is just kind of spacing out, and doesn't know what to say, he also a very awkward JBD. He'd rather sit on his coach all day and do nothing then do anything else really, Mm, exciting i know right? But he does love people, he is a people person aside from his many social and personal flaws.
Why does he have this plushie?:
Swiss has the Plushie because when he was small he was very socialy awkward, and didn't have many friends. Thus forth he was lonely. But once he went to the park, and the little beaver teddy bear was sitting on a swing, soked by rain. From there on he carried it around everywheres.

[Kawartsii]

Username: Akailla
Name: Mustard (might change)
Personality:
Why does he have this plushie?:


might enter.

Dropping out.
Fell in love with #328...

Sorry :s

[ika;]

Username: Ikaaaaaaaaa.
Name: Caramac [after the caramel chocolate ;u;]

Personality:

Caramac, in all, is a well balanced JBD with a neat little set of morals and virtues that he sticks to. However, he does have his...quirks, let's call them- that makes him rather unusual in comparison to others of his kind. Starting with the basics, Caramac doesn't get angry very often; or at all, in fact. The apocalypse might well come if this boy got mad, because it's a rare phenomenon that some doubt is even possible. He's like a big ball of caramel- insults and snarky comments just bounce straight off him, and he goes on being his sweet self like nothing ever happened. I suppose in his mind, nothing ever did, which leads us nicely on to his next predominant trait. Forgiveness. Caramac has got to be one of the most forgiving critters this side of town; as long as you're straight with him, he'll willingly accept apologies and is eager to move on. Example number one:

Me: Caramac, I ate your last chocolate brownie...sorry about that, bud.
Caramac: Aw, no worries. Wait a second...That means we can bake more! 8DDDD -writhes on ground with excitement-

While we're talking about brownies, I may as well just state Caramac's unhealthy obsession with baking. He's always in the kitchen, cooking up some sort of cake or dessert. And after so much practice, he's actually gotten quite good at it. Don't try suggest he makes something healthy though- even carrot cake is a 'no' from him, because it includes vegetables. In Caramac's mind, vegetables = no thank you.


Why does he have this plushie?:

Okay, this is going to sound absolutely insane, but I actually have a beaver plushie. That's why I almost fell out of my chair when I saw Caramac, because we both have the same plushie; he's my dream JBD. I got mine when I was first born, given to me by my grandmother- and Caramac got his in a similar way. When Caramac was younger, he had a rather annoying habit of stuffing things into his mouth, and refusing to spit them out again. He was taken on a walk one day, [as he was a restless child and needed to be entertained regularly] when he came across Bert. Bert was a tattered, mud covered plushie sprawling in a shallow puddle, but for Caramac, it was love at first sight. And you can probably guess what happened next. Much to the protests of his grandmother, the baby JBD launched forwards, eyes gleaming with mischief, and stuffed the dirty plushie right into his mouth. And that was that. His grandmother knew she would never part Caramac from Bert, so reluctantly she took the pair home and cleaned the beaver thoroughly [jbd saliva included]- and handed it back to Caramac. Ever since that day, Caramac and Bert have been side by side- plushie and JBD against the world <3

I'm gonna try and edit this with a picture of my actual beaver plushie x3 Watch this space to see the real Bert ;u;

[wildly-unaware]

Username:
Name:
Personality:
Why does he have this plushie?:

Wip~ :3

[~FlameFox~]

Username: ~FlameFox~
Name: Pearls Praline
(A type of ice cream with a vanilla base and streaks of caramel and chocolate)
Personality:
Why does he have this plushie?:
Reserve! PM me if not allowed!

[Rio.]

Trying :)

[quiwii]

Username: *Nikki*
Name: Elan ( indian name, means friendly )
Personality: friendly, strong and confident.
Why does he have this plushie?: He got it from an old friend and takes it with him everywhere he goes.

[MC mango]

Your are Cammie.

You sat down and yawned, stretching your arms over your head.
"When's this next interview?"
"He'll be here at any ti--"
A large dragon shoved the squeaky door open into the small interview room.
You raised a brow.
He was a big, somewhat buff yet well built boy with dreadlocks pulled into a ponytail...
he was carrying a beaver plushie... maybe it was a dog? I don't know. Either way it was kinda weird for a grown man to be carrying a toy.
"Uhh... good evening, sir...
name?"
"Hi my name is Emmanuel 'tWitch' Michael Ferguson," he grinned, showing his sharp, white, but somewhat crooked teeth.

You nodded and wrote it down.
"How would you describe your
personality?"
"I'm a happy go lucky type of guy. You'll never see me get into a fight or argument, I'm cool, calm, and collected. People think it's unnatural, to be this happy in life. They always see me smiling, even on a stormy day, like 'Emmanuel why you always so happy? Boy you CRAZY!' And I'll just look and say,
'I have beautiful friends who mean the world to me, I make a living doing what I love, and even if my parents aren't, I'm proud of who I am.'
I love living life. Like every day will be my last. I mean, I don't go out and do stupid stuff I just... enjoy myself. In break dancing, hanging out with friends, or even arts and crafts."
He let out a low laugh. You can't help but smile at the big happy dragon.
What a talkative guy... but you didn't seem to mind. His smile was warm and welcoming.

You both talked and laughed over two cups of hot cocoa. He told you stories about him and after a while you got so lost in conversation you soon forgot to write his information and background down. He was almost hypnotizing.
A man poked his head in the door of the interview room.
"Emmanuel you have more possible owners wanting to interview you."
Before he left, you had to ask...
"Young man!"
He spun around.
"So...
why do you have that plushie?"
Russel smiled.
"I was waiting for you to ask that."
He yelled down the hall to the man, "I'm gonna need five more minutes!"
He shut the door and sat back in front of you.
"My mom and dad got into another argument one day. This time it was at the grocery store." He sighed. "Dad said I ruined their relationship." He looked down.
"I wasn't always the happy person I am today." He let out a small huff of laughter.
"I looked all around the store for my parents and they weren't there... luckily I knew my way home. But it was pouring outside."
A tear rolled down his cheek.
"Upon my walk home I found a small stuffed beaver, this one... it was soaking wet and had stuffing coming out of it. Ripped apart, thrown away and forgotten... kinda like... me..."
He sighed. Then smiled.
"I felt sorry for him. So I took him home with me. I put him under my jacket so he could get dry. Two to three miles later I arrived at home, storm and lighting in the background. I remember it all as if it were yesterday."
His eyes soon looked past you.
"I opened the door. Mom dropped the phone. And ran up to hug me. She looked me in the eyes and said, 'Thank god you're home. Your father won't be with us for a... long while...' she wiped tears from her eyes. I could hear the police on the other line of the dropped telephone."
He sniffed and sighed.
"What she said next I never forgot..."
Your eyes swelled and stung with tears.
"'Emmanuel you're perfect in my eyes. No matter what happens, I will always love you. You are you.
And that's all you ever need to be.'"
He smiled.
"After all those days I saw life in a new light. It was beautiful and incredible..."
His eyes were red from the tears.
"So, thank you. For considering me to come into your home."
You smiled.
"It's nothing."
You led him to the door.
He reached out to shake your hand.
You grabbed his hand to pull him in for a hug.
You both shared a laugh. Then he went on his way.
You hoped to see him again.
And real soon.

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