[Traffic]

(Just something for you to stare at until I finish my form~ If this is not aloud, I will remove it right away.)

Username: Traffic
Name: Gingernut
Age: 45 Months
Personality: Gingernut is very independent. She likes doing things on her own when she can, and won't ask for help unless she feels like she needs it, mainly because she doesn't want to feel like a bother. Gingernut often likes listening to japanese songs, because she finds it quiet fun knowing what she's listening to, and others don't. She likes many of the japanese songs that are Vocaloid PV's. Though, that doesn't mean she understands it. When she tries a new song, she always listens to it with the english subtitles, so she knows what it's about for one, and just so if someone asks she can hopefully make them believe she knows what they're saying. Gingernut can be a bit of a worry wart with people she loves. A lot of times she'll follow my cat around the house, watching them to make sure they don't get into mischief, or get themselves hurt. Gingernut tends to be layed back, and she tries not to let a lot of things stress her. Though somethings that do are water. Gingernut is deathly afraid of water, and will not even put a toe in it, so that does make bath time a bit of a hassle.. Gingernut is very mature, and loves being around kids. She's a great babysitter for plants, cats, or kids. She acts like a mother to them all, and sometimes it can get a bit.. Annoying? When she acts like a mother to me. She always makes sure you have what you need, and wont be satisfied till your sleeping safe and sound in a bed.

Gingernut doesn't like half answers. And by that I mean if someone asks where your going and you say "A friends house" Well, Gingernut wants more then that, like who the friend is, and where they live. It slightly irritates her when that happens, but since she's patient it's hard to tell that it really does. If Gingernut ever gets bad (Which is rarely) She's all bark and no bite. She might threaten to do something, but it's very unlikely for her to do that, and she tends to apologize in the next five minutes when she isn't mad.

This poor girl has slight separation anxiety, and being left behind by all her previous owners hasn't helped that out to much. Gingernut does tend to distance herself from people, with the fear of being forgotten, or left behind. Like a dog she waits in front of the window when it's time for me to get home, and if I'm an hour late she gets really anxious. Gingernut is determined to not be left behind anywhere, and if I take her somewhere she always has an eye on me, and If I wonder off she rushes over to follow.

Overall Gingernut is a very happy Jelly Bean Dragon, I would say she's pretty much a normal Jelly Bean, but she hates being classified so, she is a Gingernut Jelly Bean, and she'll makes sure nothing is able to change.
(Not sure if I really have to state likes and dislikes, cause' it's kinda easy to guess what they are, just by reading. c: Though, if you don't like this it would be very helpful if you could tell me to add the likes and dislikes~ I'd understand if you can't though.)
Quirks: Gingernut is very much her own character, and loves ridding in the basket of carts when we go grocery shopping. Gingernut also does this weird thing if I leave the sock drawer open. She'll Take a sock and she'll wrap it around her front left foot, and only that one. I can take it off, but it will just end back up on her foot, so I just leave her be. Gingernut also loves playing chase. She is always the chaser, and everyone else is the chasee. When she's chasing them she runs, but it's more like a little hop and wobble thing she does. ❤ Gingernut needs her beauty sleep, and if I get up to soon, no lights. What so ever. It needs to be pitch black. If I turn on the light she'll look at me with a some sorta scowl and shove her face into the beds blanket and smack her tail on the bed like an irritated cat might do. Another is when I don't have time to play with her, and I'm doing something what ever I'm working with, if I put it down she'll slowly sneak it away, hoping I'll think I'm finished and will then play tag, or what ever game she has in mind. Gingernut has much more quirks then this, as she is Gingernut but I think I've stated enough. ^^
Secrets: Gingernut is an alien that was being held hostage at area 51 but escaped Gingernut loves dreaming, and a lot of times she'll stay up really late and live in a 'fantasy world'. Gingernut also believes in mythical creatures. Like dragons, werewolves, vampires, things of that nature. Though, she doesn't carry anything around, because she thinks she'll be able to join there side. Gingernut wouldn't tell anyone though, afraid they might laugh in her face. Gingernut also wouldn't tell anyone, but some nights she dreams about her old owners and slightly gets upset. Though she wont tell anyone, because she doesn't want to worry me/them.
History: WIP
Story: write a 400 word story about her which displays her personality well
Art: maximum of three pieces, one MUST be done by you WIP
Why you want her: WIP

[nivans.piers]

ame;; " I'm gingernut, nice to meet you."
I would love for you to meet the dashing and beautiful, Gingernut. This girl is in love with her name, thinking it matches her perfectly. Indeed, it truely does, complimenting her amazing color pallet, and beautiful designs. This bean is true eye candy. Nicknames for this glorious bean would be, Ginger, and Nut. of course i would call her other things as well, such as My Girly, and my dear Nut. Who am i? i'm Sammydarkside, but i usually go by Sammy. it's a pleasure to meet you.

ge;; " I'm turning 15 next year."
Ginger is 14 years of age. She loves being 14, an official teenager, without being to old, as she says it. She also loves her birthday, May 30. It's in the brink of Spring, so she can frolick in the flower and roll in the grass. On her birthday she spends the morning finding shapes in the clouds, then she chills, -cough-plays-cough, with her friends. They head home for lunch, sing happy birthday, she blows out the candles, then they all eat cake. Next she opens her presents, thanks everyone, and then spends time with her family.

ersonality;; " Well, i think you should meet me. I'm pretty cool."
Ginger is a laid back, fun bean, who knows how to have a good time. She loves to make friends, and explore the world with her buddies. She thinks everything, and everyone has a story, that's worth listening to, and if she could, she'd listen to all of them. She treats everybody the same, and is naturally kind-hearted. She always looks for the positive, even when the negative is the only thing in sight. She's also very smart, and knows how to make her way out of tough situations.
She always, and i mean ALWAYS, sticks up for whats important to her. She'll bend over backwards for the people she cares about. When she's mad, or protecting someone, she hardens herself, and will spit rude comebacks, and witty remarks. Only in these moments do you get to see a truly angered bean inside of her. She's gets very sad over death as well. One time her pet gold fish died, and she cried for a very long time. She was devasted, but reminds herself that now they're in a better place.

Likes;;
Dislikes;;


Butterflies
Needles


Making Friends
Criminals


Family
Bullies


Playing Games
Silent Movies


Mysteries
Dentists... they're scary looking


Adventures
Staying still for to long


Animals
Sewing


Stuffed Animals
Nightmares


Boys (she is 14, she's gonna start getting them.)


The Beauty of Life


Helping Others


Etc Etc

uirks;; " Well, i do have a few..."
Ginger does have a few quirks. For starts, she moves in her sleep. It's not drastic or anything, just shifting or moving her feet. It's actually quiet cute, but she doesn't want boys to not like her for it. She also can get really excited about things, and when she does, she tends to get a bit more childish. A lot of the time she acts her age, as a teen, but excitement is one of her keys to her childhood ways. To top it off, Ginger flicks her tail a bit. just the end tuff. Mostly this happens when she's bored, or interested. Sometimes, she just does it because... well she just does.

ecrets;; " it is a secret.... But, if you must know."
Ginger does have a few secrets. She believes she's found the one(her mate), but doesn't want to mess it up. So she's very shy around him, and almost more sweet than before. She also takes the time to go to the Nursing Home for the elderly, and play games with them, on Sundays after lunch. To top the secrets off, she keeps a small Cross necklace in her pouch, that she wears only on special occasions.

istory;; " I love my life."
Ginger has a very clear history, with only a few unwanted stitches. When she was born, her parents were thrilled. They raised her well, with the exception of a few bullies for cousins. With her parents' encouragement, she was able to stand up for herself from her cousins at age 7. When she turned 8, she had already had an amazing group of friends, in which she still has today. Now, she's starting to get into boys, and thinks that she's found the one. She adores him, and would do anything for him.

tory;; " Let me tell you a story...."
The day was beautiful, birds sang their melodic songs, gracing the wind with a heart warming ring. The day was just starting for 14 year old Gingernut. The little bean was a big fan of morning, and all the glory that comes with them. She hopped out of bed and sprinted outside, vowing to get breakfast later.
She smiled, at the beauty of the morning. She closed her eyes and let the wind caress her fur, and let the sun warm her skin. She ran into the crisp green grass, sprawling across it’s surface. She laughed slightly as the thin blades tickles her snout, her fur, and her toes. Her tail flicked happily as shes stood and followed a butterfly, like she was a small child.
In the morning she always acted younger, mainly because she felt younger than her teen self. She couldn’t help it, but she didn’t want to. It was who she was.
She was torn from her thoughts, when a small distressed chirp reached her ears. She flicked her eyes open, and snapped her head to the side. She went wide eyed, seeing a small yellow bird hopping around, one of it’s wings hanging limply.
She rushed over to it, and kneeled next to the feathery heap. The bird chirped, it’s short black beak trembling. Ginger smiled softly, and picked the small bird up with her nose, and gently carried it inside, to the bathroom. With soft and gentle hands, she wrapped the wing, as the bird watched nervously. Once finished, she carried the little bird to her room, and made it a little bed in a small box, giving her a house in her old, unused barbie doll house, which she was going to sell, until now.
Gingernut took care of the bird for a few days, letting the wing heal. It wasn’t easy, finding it challenging to find the right food for the bird, having to look up what it eats. In time she named the bird Sunny, because of it’s smooth yellow feathers, and small round posture. In due time, Ginger took the tie off the wing.
Sunny fluttered her wings, checking to see how well her wing had healed. The small bird seemed to smile, and flew around the room, thrilled that her wing was now working and healed.
Gingernut smiled as well, but was also saddened her friend had to go.
she led the small bird outside, where it flew up and around a tree, then around another. It turned, and looked at Gingernut, tilting it’s small yellow head to the side.
It flew back to the orange jellybean dragon, and landed on her nose
Ginger smiled, glad to have made a new friend.

rt;; " a few memories for the keeping."
-insert art here-

hy I Want Her;; " Oh Sammy. <3"
Well, when i first saw her a was a little undecided. I wasn't sure if i'd be able to make art on time, or if i could perfect my form in time, etc etc. But staring at her, i couldn't help myself. Finally i gave in and started my form for her. I knew for a fact that i would probably fashion it up quiet completely, but i was pretty okay with that because i figured the more time i put in the form the more i could try to express how much i truly do love her. Her design popped out at me, and I adore the way her colors clash so perfectly. Her eye color matches so well, and all of the design was just perfect.
I knew right away that i really liked her, and that i was truly trying to talk myself out of trying for her, just because i didn't want to have that feeling of not being able to express my liking to her enough, of losing her. When i started my form, i knew i wanted to put quiet a bit of time into it, and found different fonts and styles that i thought fit her quiet well. I even made up a little quote for the top. I had so much fun starting this form, and working on it. I really do love her, and her design, and everything about her.
Even if i don't win her, i do hope she'll go to a good home, someone that will love her. I'll make sure to shower her with art and blossom her with friends, and if she goes to someone else, gift them art of her. Thank you for letting me try out for this bean! <3


Now just a small, almost gone, WIP... <3

[dspri]

I will draw the art qhen i have free-time

[Bottle]

Username:Pollux
Name: Gingernut
Age: 16
Personality: Gingernut is shy at first, but once you get to know her, she has a bouncy, light-hearted and bubbly personality.
She enjoys creating artwork and singing (only when no one is around to hear her, of corse). Gingernut strongly dislikes when her friends (or any one, on that matter) is pushed around or picked on.
Although quite shy, Gingernut is happy to help any dragon in need. She is caring and compassionate towards others. But, some might say that she is a bit of a push-over.
Quirks:Loves singing and art.
Secrets:Gingernut has no secrets of her own, but often lets others pour themselves into her. Gingernut keeps their secrets locked deep inside her.
History: Gingernut grew up in a sad home. As a child, she would often wish her parents would be more loving. Once she moved out (Yes, she left her home at 16,) she vowed to herself that she would be more caring and loving to every one than her family had been.

Story:WIP

Art: WIP
Why you want her: I have not yet owned a JBD, and I wish ever so much to do so. I looked through the list of avalible dragons to adopt, but did not prevail in finding 'the one'. But then, as I got to the bottom of the list, I saw the name 'Gingernut'. I clicked on it and suddenly a personality and history popped into my head. I will not beg, but I would very much like to adopt her and give her a good home. :3
~~~Pollux~~~

[Bluepup429]

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[m0chicakez]

okayo, I can't resist any longer. Ginger have been one of my favourite beans for a long time, and I would love to try out for her again~
Username:
Cakeface
Name:
Gingernut 
Age:
18
Personality:
Clumsy|Sweet|Bubbly|Childish|Sensitive|Positive|Creative|Protective
Gingernut, or Ginger as she is called by close friends is a very unique and creative dragon.
She is usual very happy and positive, and loves to make others smile.
But she can also be very sensitive, even though no one will notice when they hurt her because of her talent of hiding her feelings. She always want her friends to talk with her when they need it, but she never wants others to worry about her problems.
Wip~
Quirks:
•Ear flicks when lying
•Can't eat hot food because she has a sensitive tounge, but she loves spicy-ness.
Secrets:
She got many secrets, one of them was that she is short sighted, but she recently started to use glasses.
History:
wip~
Story:
write a 400 word story about her which displays her personality well
Art:
maximum of three pieces, one MUST be done by you
Why you want her:

this form is a total WIP~

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Username:
Name: Gingernut
Age:
Personality: include all aspects of it, including likes/dislikes
Quirks:
Secrets:
History:

Story: write a 400 word story about her which displays her personality well

Art: maximum of three pieces, one MUST be done by you

Why you want her:WIP <3

[~FlameFox~]

✬ Ǥ ι и ɢ ɛ я и ʋ т . Ѧ α я м α ℓ α ∂ ɛ . Є ʌ α и ƨ ✬
Doodles and Signs of Obsession
A Poem
Baby Memories
CS Pet
By Chase the Wind

: . Ƨ т α ʏ ι и ɢ ✫ β α ƨ ι c . :
:.Username.: ~FlameFox~
:.Name.: Gingernut
:.Nicknames.: Ginger or Marmalade
:.Gender.: Female
:.Age.: 21
:.Voice.: Soft, sweet, FE9F29

: . Ѧ ι я я σ я ✫ Ǥ α ʓ ι и ɢ . :
:.Eyes.: Beautiful blue, 85D7FF
:.Pelt.: Always soft, FEC379
:.Somatotype.: Gracefully slender
:.Size.: Small, greyhound size
:.Walking style.: Light-footed
:.Other.: Cat-like blinking

: . Ғ я ι ɛ и ∂ ✫ σ я ✫ ғ σ ɛ . :
:.Ideal Friend.: Similar likes, funny
:.Friends.: Blueberry Cheesecake, Slate
:.Ideal Mate.: Funny, caring
:.Boyfriend.: Thursday, Cafe
:.Ideal Enemy.: Cruel, sarcastic
:.Enemies.: Blue Moon

: . Ƭ н ι и ɢ ƨ ✫ Ɩ ✫ ˩ σ ʌ ɛ . :
Beach trips
Sun bathing
Picnics
Laughter
Jokes
Reading
Ice cream float
Orange marmalade
Ginger chews
Citrus fruit
Hot baths
Clean fur
Warm milk
Clean sheets
Happy pop songs
Sweet classical music
Singing
Drawing
Writing stories
Quietly daydreaming
Pillow fights
Babying Cheesecake
Rainbows
Minimalist Art
Travelling the world
Succeeding
Sleeping in
Chocolate
Little cars
Her job, writing
Doodling aimlessly

: . Ƭ н ι и ɢ ƨ ✫ Ɩ ✫ Ħ α т ɛ . :
Rainy days
Thunderstorms
Restaurants
Crying
Snow days
Studying
Vegetables
Marmite
Lollipops
Cracked leather seats
Small spaces
Bugs
Cows
Sleeping on couches
Rapping
Heavy metal
Too much attention
Dancing
Being judged
Drinking coffee
Elevators
Being forever alone
Pollution
Creepy art
Being grounded
Failing
Mondays
Exercising
Being misunderstood
Hot drinks
Being blamed

: . Ɖ ɛ ɛ ρ ɛ я ✫ Ɩ и ƨ ι ∂ ɛ . :
:.Brief Personality.: Laughter and Loyalty. Those two Ls can simply describe this optimistic, bouncy bean.
:.In-Depth.: You'll probably never find a sillier, happier dragon anywhere, but if you did they'd be the best of friends. Gingernut may have a name that sounds bitter, but her bitter side is like the dark side of the moon- small, irrelevant and not going to put a damper on anybody's day. You only ever see that side of her if you hurt a friend or class yourself as her enemy.
Even the way this bean speaks portrays her overwhelming grace and energy. She is never, ever a klutz, and calling her so is most infuriating. You might notice that, although her accent is distinctively American, she uses British words when she's upset.
She also carries herself with a proud air. When you're a lithe, gorgeous dragon with marking like hers, who wouldn't? She adores her accent and is often found at a mirror, repeating silly words.
Deep beneath all of this is a slight social awkwardness. She's worried she's too skinny or too shiny or too noisy for anyone around, so she has recently become quite an introvert. This was further worsened by the constant owner swapping.
Even deeper is her constant, overpowering loyalty. You can always trust her for anything, and what she can't do she'll help you with. With Blueberry, she treats him like her own son, as he is YFS C and is not going to grow up. She would like a boyfriend or mate to spend her time with, but life must go on. She has Cheesecake to watch movies with and snuggle next to.
Her over all determination and strength of mind show through. If she promises to climb Mount Everest, the next month you'll see her receiving an award for climbing it the fastest. She likes to succeed at what she does best, but she does enjoy a bit of competition.
Although she can seem very energetic, she actually is rather calm when no one is around. This is why she finds it hard to be close to people. Her first impressions are almost always false and remain so until you learn who she really is and what she's like inside.

: . Ɯ н α т ✫ т σ ✫ ω ɛ α я ? . :
:.Basics.: Golden locket, blue tailband
:.Casual.: Jeans, white shirt, sneakers
:.Fancy.:Blue dress with orange sparkles
:.Swimwear.: White suit with blue swirls
:.Getting dirty.: Black boots, overalls
:.School-wear.: White blouse, navy skirt
:.Halloween.: Alice in Wonderland

"Hello, there! I'm Gingernut. Thanks for reading this! I really appreciate that you would take the time to admire Flame's handiwork. She's been ever so kind, and this is her first try at coding a form properly, so pardon her dust! But don't look at the dust. Remember, the cup is always half full! Well, technically it's always full of air and water, but still. It's the though that counts. Mind over matter and all that. I know you'll be busy judging, so I'll make it quick. Thanks once again for reading and remember, in life you can be famous for doing nothing or trying everything. Make the hard choice. Try everything. It's important to be optimistic, even in the face of doom. With a mindset like that, nobody can knock you down. Nobody at all."

: . Ǫ ʋ ι я κ ʏ ✫ Ƭ н ι и ɢ ƨ . :
:.Fur.: If Ginger's fur isn't clean,
she has to wash it. No questions. Dirty
fur on other beans is fine, though.
:.Sheets.: She will not sleep on a
bed without good sheets.
:.Restaurants.: She brings her
own chair to restaurants. She finds
cracked leather seats unbearable.

: . Ѧ α ɢ ι c α ℓ ✫ Ѧ ʋ ƨ ι c . :
:.Theme Song.: River Flows in You by Yiruma
:.Why.: It sounds sad but hopeful at the same time. The tune
is beautiful, too. She is a fan of the author's more hopeful songs,
too- The Sunbeams They Scatter and so on.
:.Quote.: "Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but a manner of
travelling."
:.Why.: It fits her personality. She adores it so. It symbolizes
how easy it is to go with the flow- don't fight life.

: . ˩ ι т т ℓ ɛ ✫ Ƨ ɛ c я ɛ т . :
"I... chew my nails. When I'm daydreaming. It's a really bad habit. I don't mean to and I want to stop. Don't tell anyone. It's embarrassing. Sometimes I cover my nails in blue polish, but if I forget to- yeah."

: . Ɩ и т σ ✫ т н ɛ ✫ Ƥ α ƨ т . :
Drip. Drip. Drip. Gingernut watched avidly as water dripped from the funny bag on a pole into the string in her arm. You couldn't hear the drip, but she'd gotten past that. If all she had to do was watch her IV, watch it she would. It was better than remembering what had happened last night. But she still went back over it, in the edge of her mind. The roaring flames, the searing heat. The ceiling of her room caving in- no. She'd watch the droplets of water. No one had told her the fate of her parents yet. No mention of the mother who had pulled aside rubble to reach her. Or the father that had carried her down the smoldering hallway. She didn't remember anything else. And nobody would tell her. But she didn't mind. If no one said it, it hadn't happened. The words wouldn't come true. Her mother and father were still alive. Somewhere.
Weeks later she was at an orphanage. Nobody wanted her. Why? Who wants an eight-year-old dragon with singed fur? No caring person. So she waited. And waited. And someone came.
She went home with a human, staying there until the age of 10. At ten, she was thrown out again and sent back to Koiley. She found another home, but yet again when she was 17 she found herself with Koiley. But then she found Flame through Cheesecake. Upon reaching her future home, she knew. Here was a house where she could start a family. She could do anything. Flame opened the door and she walked inside. She never looked back.

: . Ǥ ι и ɢ ɛ я ' ƨ ✫ Ƭ α ℓ ɛ . :
I'd gone to the beach. After a day of rigorous studying, who wouldn't want to sunbathe? I spent a while out on the beach, but I felt too hot so I slipped into the water to take a quick rest. I've never been a strong swimmer, but the water felt nice and gradually I began to swim with my head under the water to fully cool myself. I know. It wasn't the best idea, but the wateer looked nice and I just wanted to try it. Eventually, I felt this current tugging at my legs, and I swam over closer to investigate. It sounded like fun in my head! It turns out it was a riptide. I was sucked out to sea at light speed. "Help!" No one heard me. I couldn't feel the ground beneath me and I couldn't keep myself afloat, so I began to sink. For the first time in years, all of my sad thoughts came into my head. I was going to die. I'd never start a family. I would die out at sea, alone but for a fluffy-looking fish. The fluffy-looking fish that was getting bigger? Yes. By now, my head was under that water and I was out of breath. THe fluffy looking fish swam up next to me, and my water-logged brain took a few seconds to realise that it wasn't a fish. It was a jellybean dragon. Like me. Understanding my plight, he pulled me out of the water and to shore, where lifeguards took care of me from there. All the way to the hospital, the little dragon stayed by my side, feeding me blueberries. When I was finally able to speak, he introduced himself.
"Hi! I'm Blueberry! Who're you?" I coughed and introduced myself, thanking him profusely.
"Oh. I know you. You're looking for a forever home, right?" I nodded. He smiled cheekily. "Boy, I have the place for you." He brought me to Flame's house, a sprawling mansion with wolves and different creatures everywhere. And that is how I came to meet Flame.

❤ Ɯ н ʏ ✫ Ɩ ✫ Ɯ α и т ✫ Ǥ ι и ɢ ɛ я и ʋ т ❤
:.Why I want her.: First off, who wouldn't? Gingernut's an adorable girl with a talent to make people laugh. She's special in a way nobean else can be. She's hilarious yet graceful and elegant, optimistic yet realistic with life. She's like an awesome friend you spend your life searching for. Everyone would want a character like that to roleplay and get to know. And you can't just make another copy of her. 1- that's art theft. 2- you could never possibly replicate the... the... the Gingernut-ness of this dragon if you try to make a different version. So I'm trying to adopt her.
Aside from all of that mess of emotion, I just want her to have a good home and I know I could do it for her. I'd like for her and Thursday to start from the beginning, getting to know each other so that I can determine if he'd be good to her. I want her to start a family, to adopt my lonely little baby Cheesecake, to enjoy herself in a forever home. I'd love to do all of that for her. I know others have no jellybean dragons at all and want her just as badly, but I'd love her just as much as anyone else. She's like a burst of sun through a cloudy sky- you reach out for it's warmth and you never want the moment to end as you soak up the glittering orange-yellow rays. The rays that so resemble Gingernut's elaborate markings. I love how the marking on her cheek looks like a droplet of water bouncing out from the rest, like the way Gingernut has stood out to me. I love how every other runner up was dark but she's bright, colorful and doesn't have the customary stripes on her tail. I don't know how to explain it so- kahjsfmmae. Hgjlkfhauief. Asdfekaegyvhke skgje, seigegl. Esdgkjsgdsdg.
:.What I would do if I won her.: I would draw her, write about her, RP her, find her the perfect guy, write and draw her some more, everything. I want to appreciate her like no other owner has before. As I mentioned before, I adore her and if I won, I'd probably cry, like I did after winning Cheesecake. Why? It's just the greatest feeling ever.
:.Do I deserve her.: It's a very valid question, so I'll answer it for you. I'll use the example of Cheesecake. I draw him every day. Him doing my schoolwork, or sitting next to me as I try to write, and the only reason I don't make you see it is because my drawings are ugly. I'm not too good at art. I write about him too (currently writing a story about him returning to his hometown to find out about his family) and poems take up majority of my sticky note space. I'm planning a character page like this form (because this is my first and it's so fun). I have spent so long on this very form, trying to show you my adoration of little Ginger. I adore little Cheesecake, and I promise I'd love Gingernut just as much. Not more, because that would be unfair to Cheesecake.
Knowing all this, please give me the chance to love little Gingernut. I promise you won't regret it.

Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.

Shoot for the moon. If you miss, you'll land among the stars...

I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.

[inactive20000009]

yesterday is history

tomorrow is a mystery

but today is a gift.

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Username:
BrightLight




Name:
Gingernut

Nicknames:
Journey (ginGERNut)
Gelasia
Ginger
G (jee)




Age:
Twenty years.




Physical:
On the skinny side and about the size of a smallish Great Dane.
Her fur is medium length.
Her gait is graceful and she often walks a little quicker than other dragons.
Her metabolism is normal.
Her energy level is on the high end of the scale.
Her temperament is good. She's a little on the submissive side. She has no mental issues.
She has no known medical problems except that one of her claws is slightly twisted. Nothing's wrong with it, but it doesn't grind down against the ground when she walks like the others, and so needs to be trimmed more often.
Hearing: She can be a bit hard of hearing.
Vision: She doesn't need glasses.
Speech: She talks just fine, as you'll probably learn once you get to know her. Her voice is pretty much a clear female tone. She talks very-fast-whenshegetsexcited.




Personality:
She's quite cheerful most of the time, and is rarely stubborn. She goes along with most anything, claiming that "there's always the chance that it will turn out okay!" In fact, she can be a bit of a pushover when it comes to persuading her to do something-- she feels bad when she wants to do something her own way for once. One of the only things that she's firm about is her looks-- she is positive that she does not want to be fancied up in any way. One of her only pet peeves is when music is too soft to hear-- it makes her extremely frustrated, which is why she always has the radio on full blast. This makes her a little hard of hearing sometimes, which causes other JBDs to have to yell at her. Another thing about her is that she is very sensitive-- she would cry if one of her potted plants died, and she's vulnerable to insults.

She loves to travel and dreams of visiting places like France or Japan, although she tends to heavily stereotype and pictures most places as idyllic, movie-scene environments. She's very sensitive to cold, however, so her dream would be to visit the Sahara Desert or maybe the Amazon Rainforest.

One of her hobbies is creating clay figurines. She likes to make clay fruit especially and would happily spend hours creating and painting clay oranges, apples, pears, and other fruits. She enjoys looking up rare and exotic fruits to create and has her own little shelf in her room to display all her clay fruits. A common fashion statement with her is clay-fruit necklaces and bracelets.

She's very creative, as you can probably tell, and likes to do a wide range of arts-and-crafts-- some she's good at, some she's not. She loves fiber arts, but has to be discouraged from it due to her snarling the yarn up and sometimes trailing it around wherever she goes. She also enjoys breeding plants. Right now she's focusing on growing African violets from leaf cuttings. One of her quirks is that she needs to have a plant in the room wherever she goes-- ever since she learned about how plants give off oxygen, she claims that she can breathe better around them-- which may well be true. That's why she carries a small plant pot and water bottle in her pouch at all times. When she gets ahold of an idea, she doesn't let go-- even if it's a nonsense idea.

Which leads us to our next aspect of her personality-- she's imaginative. She loves to dream about things and sometimes will drag her friends out on expeditions looking for fairy rings or centaur hoofprints after reading an book. She often starts projects with a grand idea in mind, but she has a fairly short attention span and will usually leave it unfinished. This has gotten a bit better with age, but she can still be rather immature about it.

She doesn't have very much self-control when it comes to things she wants to do. As we've already mentioned, she has a very short attention span, and she requires constant watching when she's doing something she doesn't want to. Although she really tries to be good, she doesn't have a very accurate picture of the future. Her optimism can get her in trouble sometimes, because while she blithely picks flowers in the woods, she's leaving work undone. Although she claims that "I can always finish it up later", she often doesn't realize that all work isn't going to be easy-peasy. She's also quite impatient, sometimes seeming to have no sense of time. She is slowly growing out of this immaturity, but she still doesn't act her age sometimes and sometimes makes social mistakes she should know how to avoid by now.

She has odd ideas about a lot of things. For example, she still believes that gum will choke you if you swallow it by accident. And she believes that dreams are omens. She's clever enough, but not the most commonsensical. She's very possessive, both of items, people, and other dragons. For her, nonliving things have "personalities". She gets very attached to certain items. She's never seen without her Little Book, and she gets attached to even interesting looking rocks. She carries a lot of junk home this way. She's especially possessive about items she herself makes, and while one can't quite call her "egotistical", it is safe to observe that she definitely does not take criticism, constructive or otherwise, well. While she won't actually yell, she has a longer memory than you would, well, expect, and will remember which people praise her work and which don't.

Her favorite thing is to hear others laughing because of her, and to laugh along. She doesn't mind humiliating herself to make someone else feel better. Sometimes she carries things too far, making jokes and pulling faces when all her friend wants is to be alone. Although she always means well, she has a hard time grasping the concept that all beans don't find life as funny as she does. She's often told to "take things a little more seriously", in fact. Despite this, her friends know that she can make any situation light and happy. She makes it her job to sing the "awkward silence song" at appropriate (or not-so-appropriate) times, and can always pull up onto her face a smile so happy and bright that most dragons would have a hard time believing that there was a care in the world for her.

Likes
Fruit
Laughter
Flowers, especially tigerlilies
Clay and painting
Traveling to exotic places
Fiber arts
Music
Plants and animals, especially birds
Butterflies
Bottle caps
Stained-glass and old cathedrals
Food!
Mint-chocolate-chip ice cream
Books
Bottled water
Orange juice and orange-peel tea
Pressing flowers

Dislikes
Music turned down so you can't hear the lyrics
Criticism, constructive or not
When other people/dragons touch her things
Getting her paws sticky because of glue
Cold places
Fighting with loved ones
Any kind of tea other than orange-peel with honey
Fancy/frilly things, especially clothes
Having anything tighter than a loose pendant around her neck
The fact that butterflies die quickly
Trying to read in the dark
Condescending factual videos
Band-aids
Using public bathrooms
Eating in restaurants
Plushes with enormous eyes
Wearing wool sweaters (static, you see)

in short... |creative|short attention span|sensitive|traveler|optoomuchstic(too optimistic)|pushover|gullible|possessive|laughter

Quirks:
She needs to have a plant in the room at all times.
She can't stand very soft music-- it drives her crazy.
When she's bored, she chews softly on her tongue.
When she eats blueberries or other small foods, she doesn't just put them in her mouth. She takes bites out of them, no matter how small they are.
She has to be in bed by 9:23 exactly. If she doesn't get to bed by that time, she might just fall asleep right where she is.
She'll notice the color of your eyes before anything else.




Facts:
She keeps her "Little Book of Inspirational Nature Sayings" in her pouch all the time and when she's feeling down, she reads a quote from it.
Her favorite time of year is spring-- the time of new beginnings.
She loves stained-glass windows and wants to try the art of stained glass someday.
Her favorite type of music is classical, but she has no problem with a little snazzy jazz.
Her mother always said that her eyes were so blue because she was "always looking upwards and not downwards".
She collects bottle caps.
She prefers analog to digital clocks.
She actually prefers water to any other drink, but she really likes orange juice as well.
Every Saturday, she does a plant tidy-up-- she trims, waters, and fertilizes her plants.
She has a soft spot for butterflies and loves to visit the local butterfly greenhouse.
When she can't fall asleep at night, she just thinks about a large tree that she knows, and how its leaves rustle in the wind, and the big, mysterious knothole in it, and the large owl that lives in the knothole, and that around now the owl will be coming silently out of the knothole, and how its huge, softly feathered wings will be spreading, and how it will glide silently into the night...zzz...
She paints her own flowerpots.
When she was little, her father told her that in every patch of clover was at least one four-leaved clover. She believes this and will happily spend up to half an hour searching clover patches.
In her pouch, she carries: Her small potted plant, a tiny flask of water, her Little Book, any assorted pebble or bottle cap she may have found, and her keys-- if she hadn't lost them that day.
She is an ice cream licker, not a biter.
She always eats candy canes from the bent end.
She finds orange-peel tea with honey very soothing, despite its bitterness.




Friends:
Mudpie, owned by Neelix
Fun Dip, owned by Ditzy Derp
Bree, owned by Carbon
Ambersweet, owned by Berkshire
Tai, owned by Berkshire
Base, owned by Blizzard/Cap'n Blizz
Baritone, owned by Blizzard/Cap'n Blizz
Leonardo, owned by Blizzard/Cap'n Blizz
Nova, owned by Ditzy Derp
Michelle, owned by Pure Dragon

all used with permission xD





Secrets:
(shh!)
When she was little, she got tricked into believing that persimmons were poisonous. She's never quite stopped believing it.
She's scared of the dark.
She... steals and eats (raw) sugar when nobody else is home.
She wonders sometimes if her mother is her real mother. She always feels naughty thinking this, but when they're mad at each other she gets a bit irrational. Fighting with other beans really destabilizes her.
She misses her teddy bear at night. She hates to admit it. She feels like she killed him (she had a whole personality for him and everything) by throwing him away, and she feels really guilty about this sometimes.
She finds it really hard to fall in love (and stay in love!). She tries to convince herself that she still loves Café, but she's not feeling the same flutters, the same perfection she did at first. However, she also isn't interested in any others, so she's trying to hold onto Café because she wants to hold onto this love that she can't find again easily. She's scared that he'll notice.
She secretly wants one of her sculptures to be featured in the Smoothian Art Institution someday. Although she knows that right now, it would never happen, she is always trying to perfect her sculpting in hopes of seeing her own art there.
After hearing about how naughty she was as a bean, she's kind of afraid of having kids.

History:
1 month ---- warm
soft
fur
pouch
mother

4 years ---- Gingernut yawned, crawling out of her mother's pouch, and opened her blue eyes for the first time. As she looked up at her mother, they sparkled like two scraps of the summer sky. She yelped as her tender bean paws brushed against the cool morning grass. Soon, though, she was scampering around, tilting into things and squealing playfully.

6 years ---- Playfully shouldering her makeshift knapsack, Gingernut called over her shoulder to her parents.
"I'm going on an adventure!" she said, happily dashing off. Within the knapsack, a single, battered peanut butter jelly sandwich and her favorite book -- The Great Jellybean Fiasco -- were bouncing around.
Gingernut scrambled down the familiar path, breathing in the crisp morning air. Suddenly, on a whim, she ventured down a side path she had noticed yesterday, but hadn't ventured into yet. Soon she had no idea where she was.
A few hours later, a very bedraggled, tired, and ashamed young Gingernut was led back to her family by Dye, who had shown her the way at the price of one peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

8 years --- Eagerly, Gingernut tore open the wrapping paper. Under the eyes of her relatives, she held up... a party dress?
"It's... pretty!" she said, inserting false enthusiasm into her voice as she tried to keep from looking disappointed. Blindly, her relatives cooed and ahhhed and forced her into it-- it was a clashing shade of pink. As soon as she could, Gingernut escaped to her room, where she pushed the dress to the very back of her closet. She heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she asked cautiously. Hearing nothing, she got up and padded towards the door. When she opened it, she saw nothing for a moment-- until she looked down. There in the hallway was a large teddy bear, complete with a blue bow the exact shade of her eyes. It held a card saying "Happy Birthday!"
She looked left.
She looked right.
Then she dragged the bear quickly into her room and shut the door.

10 years ---- Gingernut squirmed out of her mother's grasp, shaking away the comb that she was holding.
"I don't want to be all-- fancied up!" she cried, running her paws over her head. "I don't want to look stupid! This is my party!" Unaware that she sounded like a brat, with tears running down her cheeks, she fled to the yard, and was dragged up the stairs by her father. The birthday party was canceled, and Gingernut spent the rest of the day in her room, pummeling some clay moodily.
Finally, as the sun was setting, she came remorsefully out of her room and presented her mother with her very first clay-fruit necklace-- a hodgepodge of red bananas, blue apples, and green oranges. Clumsy, young paws had obviously shaped it, but so had love.
"For you..."

15 years ---- Gingernut's life begun as she was carried away by her new human. She looked back once at her parents, but then moved on, ready to start the journey of every newly-adopted bean. In her pouch, the new weight of her Little Book of Inspirational Nature Sayings comforted her-- a good-bye present. She opened it for the first time.
"Every dandelion seed must someday fly from the seedhead and become a dandelion. Although the future blossom will be beautiful, the journey through the air can also be magnificent."

17 years ------- The no-longer-so-young Jellybean Dragon stood outside her home for two years. Time to move on-- get a life, get a mate, get... going. She started off, down the street, then froze.
"My teddy bear!" she yelped, and rushed back into her house. Of course, nobody can leave their home without their teddy, right?

18 years ---- Gingernut had another new home now. She wondered where life would take her next. Over her shoulder, she threw a last glance at her second home, where her teddy rested in the garbage disposal, in rags. It was time to move on from the past.

20 years ---- She's come to live with Koiley for now. As I sit by her, she tells me about all this. I run my hand along her glossy back and wonder if she could be the one. She says that she's happy, hopeful, but kind of mixed up. She's been trying to keep up with her relationship with Café, but she doesn't know if he's interested in her anymore. She says, in a thoughtful tone, that she doesn't think anything is ever going to be the same again.
"Well, is that... okay?" I ask hesitantly. She gives me a startled look.
"Of course," she says, her blue eyes undimmed. "After all, life is all about change, right?"
"I suppose so," I say, and then we both don't say anything, because it's one of those moments when being silent is just the right thing to do.
She's fallen asleep, and I seize the opportunity to take a quick look through her battered Little Book of Inspirational Nature Sayings. A dog-ear marked page catches my attention, and I flip to it. This page looks like it's been read and reread a lot.
"Though it takes time, every uprooted plant can regrow if planted carefully. But if the plant loses its will to live, even the best conditions will not revive it."

Story:
Gingernut moved the toothpick across the clay figure, scoring a careful pattern. Narrowing her eyes, she added a touch, when--
With a squeal, her door burst open. Gingernut jumped, jerking the toothpick in a slash across her creation. She gasped as she surveyed the damage.
Her mother looked down at her.
"Gingernut, are you alright?" she asked puzzledly. Gingernut bit back a snappy reply.
"Yes, mom. What is it?" That was so important you had to ruin my work? she added silently.
"We're leaving soon, get ready. And for heavens' sake clean up that clay!" Sulkily, Gingernut got up and closed the door, then took a good look at her figurine.
It was in the shape of a JBD. It was sitting up proudly, but the toothpick had scored a large mark across its face, making the head slouch. Gingernut groaned, feeling her creative energy drain away. She tossed the figure into the trash and went to wash.
This was supposed to be a fun family reunion, she thought. Now I wish I'd stayed home with my human. She flipped her Little Book open.
"It is better to bend, like wood that is still alive and green, than to resist and break like a brittle twig."
Well, that helps a ton, she thought sarcastically.
Gingernut sat stiffly at the table. While the other dragons laughed, all she wanted was to not sit at this table with everybean ignoring her. Suddenly, she was knocked painfully to the floor! Someone had gotten up quickly and run into her. Food slid everywhere, and everybean was chattering.
Unbidden, the page of the Little Book swam before her eyes.
If she hadn't been tensed up and unhappy, she would have been paying attention to the others. When that dragon had gotten up, she would have moved instead of behaving like an iron rod. She could have been enjoying herself, instead of convincing herself not to enjoy herself.
She began to laugh.
"I'm alright," she assured the other dragons, getting up. Then she slipped on some gravy and landed face-down in a stir-fry.
That time, everybody laughed.
That night, Gingernut dug her work out of the trash. The head was still mangled and the body was crushed.
Blowing dust off, she set it on a shelf to dry-- as a reminder to be a twig of live wood, not dead wood.

Art:
Free as a bird...
I'm on my way.
Creativity is self.




Why I want her:
She's a beautiful, lovely, amazing, perfect JBD and I want to give her a forever home. I wanted my first JBD to be special, and I hoped that she could be it. I was honestly not expecting or plannig on winning the raffle at all, and once I found out that I had-- well, of course I was happy, but also confused. i dropped out of two other contests, and then I came to this form. Somehow, I just couldn't throw everything away. I told myself that I could never fall in love with another bean as much as I had fallen for Gingernut, even a raffle bean. Of course, I was proven wrong, and I love my new bean so much that I don't need, or even want, another bean. So... why is this form still here? I don't know. All I know is that every time I try to delete this form, I just can't. Some may call me selfish for still wanting more than what I'm lucky to have. If whoever is reading this is of that opinion, I'm sorry. She's all I've ever looked for in a JBD-- lovely design, pale colors, spots, no horns. What else can I say? She is perfect. I don't want her because I would go for "just any bean". She's special. I understand that some would want a re-adopt like her to go to a user who already has won a bean-- who is "proven trustworthy". But I promise that I would be a good owner to her as well! I do go on the JBD fanclub as much as I can--every day-- and do things on the site and chat. I have had experience with roleplaying on chats as well, and I can't seem to let a day pass without imagining what it will be like to type her name into that text bar. The way she releases my creativity... she's all I've ever dreamed of. In fact, I think this form is the most creative thing I have ever written, period. That means almost as much to me as Gingernut does herself. She inspires me to do better artwork. I want to make a clay figurine of her. I want to write about her. I want to roleplay her. I want to color her in gift lines. In short, I want her. Geez, I could go on and on, but I'll sum this up now: I'd be so honored to own her, love her, and take care of her. If I can get ahold of her, I'll never let her go.

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that's why it's called the present.

disclaimer: the photographs I used to create the JBD silhouettes in this form are not mine.

[Lovekitty]

lovekitty

Gingernut says:
Hii, uhm well..my names Gingernut but you probably know that already...anyway let me tell you a little bit about myself.
I am currently 15, im really very shy, im bisexual....I pay attention to the little things normally you wouldn't, like how beautiful the detail of a snowflake can be, or the pretty wings of a butterfly, or the shine of the dew on the grass in the morning. Im starting to stray off topic, I will let you talk with lovekitty now. She can tell you more.

She is 15 as of now, her birthday is April 1st. Yes April 1st, April fools day. Tho she is often tricked and played pranks on, on her birthday. She makes the most of this day. Her ideal 16th birthday would be a small party with friends at the beach or a sleep over with a few of her friends painting their nails and talking girly talk.

Gingernut says:
Love is right my birthday is April first, and I would love to spend my sweet 16 with some friends and family, nothing too big just something to make a special memory. <3

She is a sweet, shy, yet bubbly bean,
She will go out of her way to make you feel good about yourself when she has many insecurities.
She has a very mature mind for her age,
but on the other hand she still loves stuffed animals and running around like a kid.
She loves her music and finds it comforting.

Likes:
~whistling
~white roses
~fruit ninja
~fruity pebbles
~peaches
~snow
~bows
~storms
~the carnival
~plush animals
~sparkles especially light blue ones or rainbow ones
~chocolate
~strawberrys
~singing

Dislikes:
~bullies/violence
~weapons
~the monsters in her closet and under her bed
~mustaches
~fire
~inch worms {tho she is a huge nature lover}
~the number 13
~being alone
~being hot
~chalk
~sad movies
~snakes {tho she is a huge nature lover}
~being judged for her past
~being labeled

~

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Gingernut says:
Quirks? well... I do have a few, for example Im probably more shy then I should be.. and I get a bit feisty when Im woken from a sleep. I also tend to eat when im nervous. That's why I always have small pretzel sticks and cuties.. you know the small oranges?...in my pouch. But I would have to say my biggest one is that I act too mature for my age, I study really hard and get all A's. I don't find this bad but when it comes to more adult topics like politics I have a strong opinion and am not afraid to voice it. I think adults must find this annoying, "A 15 year old girl doing research and debating "grown up" topics?" *giggles*

lovekitty says:
Im not sure... Gingernut do you have any secrets?

Gingernut says:
Uhmm... *blushes* I do have 1 but im pretty open other then that.. hehe

Lovekitty says:
well may we hear it love?

Gingernut says:
*blushes bright pink* Well I would love to become a nurse one day... there is just something about helping people feel better that I love...I also have a small white fluffy bunny in my pouch... I have had her since before I was born... my mum got her for me the day before I hatched. So she is really special to me.<3

Gingernut says:
hmm... well lets see.. i never knew my mother or father, i was found by a ginger plant, I think that why my names Gingernut...but im not sure, it just fits me tho, anyway i was brought home to my first owner, i had to leave ther at an early age, im not quite sure why but i don't mind, its my past and i do not wish to be judged be it... anyway, after that i was put in foster care with Koiley, soon she found me a new home and after quite some time i yet again i didn't belong, i guess that's where it puts me know, im with koiley again, but this time, im sure i will have a forever home....or at least i hope....

She nommed down crunching her pretzel sticks, giggling she ran around excited that she was going to be able to play with Saphire. Saphire and her had been best friends since they could remember, even tho Gingernut and Saphire were of different species, Saphire a JMD and Ginger a JBD. Soon the doorbell rang and Ginger ran as fast as she could to open it, her paws skid across the smooth wooden floor, She jerked open the door and Saphire pounced on her and they rolled around giggling, after catching their breaths and finding their words, they settled down and went to the living room, they hopped onto the couch and Ginger reached into her pouch and pulled out as many pretzels as she could, and handed half of them to her friend Saphire, They spent the rest of the night giggling and eating pretzels and M&M's.

~By: Me <3

By: me also<3 I put a lot of time and work into this<3 c:

Art: Me <3

In my 3 pieces of art I wanted her personality to shine. Tho I wasn't able to capture her wonderful personality as much as I would have liked, Im happy with the shown emotion that they were able to show.

~She is happily hugging a heart<3 Symbolizing her large heart, she is so sweet It would be hard to understand how all the sweetness which is Gingernut can belong in such a small bean.

~The second picture shows her at night laying on a rock deep in thought.

~And this one shows her on a cloud watching the sunrise, one of her favorite things to do.

~She has been one of my favorite beans for a while now<3 She has went thru many owners and I believe she deserves a forever home<3 She is by far my dream bean, and would be my very first. I would love to see her go to a good home that will make lots of art of her and give her the attention she very much deserves<3
She is one of the very few beans that I have fallen in love with and can actually see myself growing a close bond and friendship with. So far I have really tried for but 2 beans. I have been holding off for one that I would truly love and not just "any ol' bean." She is the most beautiful bean I have seen so far, I could go on but to sum everything up i would be extremely greatful if the forever hope she so deserves is to be in my arms, but I would still be happy as long as she went to someone who had the time and effort to care for her as I would. Lastly if she was mine I would always take great care of her and never abandon her, It breaks my heart seeing people with wonderful beans yet neglect them and never do anything with them.

Gingernut says:
Each time I find someone new and I start to think, "wow this is my family!" They find someone new or have a new baby. But same old story im back on the streets...

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