[windinginterloper]

Name;; Cora
Age;; 36

I find myself at a good, proper lady's age, don't you think?

Gender;; Female

*gasp* Did you think that I was a male? Why, I am insulted!

Personality;; Cora is a sweet, motherly JBD who fakes being insulted so others can laugh. She has a variety of ways to cheer people up, and is a "The grass is always greener... Wherever you look!" Kind of girl, and never gives up on her (or, in most cases, others) dreams. When faced with a threat, you can rely on Cora to be the tough girl with a dagger-sharp and bullet-fast tongue. Yes, Cora the sweet can be Cora the worst enemy you ever had- but only if you threaten her, her family, or her friends. However, she rarely resorts to combat, as her insults and threats are usually enough to send any attacker or bully running for their mothers and fathers.
Backstory;;
No one knows it better than Cora herself, so why not let her talk?

Well, I was born to two very kind Jellybean Dragons who owned a bakery. However, we were robbed when I was a youngster and they kidnapped me. The three Jellybeans that kidnapped me were kind to me, however. They asked my name, and I had to act fast, so I said "Cora. Cora is my name." Of course, it was Flora, actually, but I got so used to being called Cora that I just.. Stuck with it. I saw my mom and dad a few times, but I was forced to wear a hoodie all around when I was with my new "family", so they never recognized me. I learned that my kidnapper's names were Lerit, Moud, and Gryslene. Lerit and Moud were Gryslene's older brothers, and were lighter colored JBDs who were mostly my caretakers, and loved seeing my smile. Gryslene was a polar opposite- dark colored, mean, and just loved treating me like a captive. However, Gryslene was busy with her own work, and rarely noticed me. One night, Lerit, Moud, and Gryslene left and came back a few hours with a Jellybean egg. I pretended to love their work, but while they were asleep, I snatched up the egg, tucked it into my pocket, and followed Lerit's tracks (I knew they were his because he was pretty chubby, and he only had four fingers on his right front paw instead of five) to the Jellybean's house. I knocked on their door, and a blue and purple Jellybean opened up the door, clearly crying. I held the egg up to them after carefully taking it out of my pouch, and the Jellybean took it thankfully. She invited me inside, but I decided not to, as it was already risky enough for me to come this way. I ran back to my kidnapper's home. Months later, they let me out on my own. Big mistake- I packed all of my things in my backpack one night and ran away. Now that I'm safe from those kidnappers, I plan on stopping them once and for all!

(Note: The JBDs I used are fake and purely for this story only! I will only feature them as shadows as to not unintentionally copy any actual JBDs.)

Theme Song;; Right this Second by Deadmau5

Likes;;
~ Everything besides mean people and some other stuff
~ Creepypastas

Dislikes;;
~ Bullies
~ Robbers
~ Kidnappers
~ Terrorists
~ Wars
~ The fact that some people eat meat (Cora thinks it's not only yucky, but sad to know that an animal died)
~ Cabbages ( This is how she reacts to cabbages. (Go to 1:19 and watch from there) )
~ Dinosaurs

They're so... Scary... ;n;

Quirks;;
~ When happy, she pounds her hind feet and giggles uncontrollably.
~ When bored, she shakes her ears like a dog ( Here's an example of what I mean: Warning: You may laugh at imagining Cora shaking her ears like this!

Birthday;; October 10, 1977 ; 5:28 AM

[Ƀeean]

Name;; Crayon

Age;; 19

Gender;; Female

Personality;; Crayon is very lively and a roll model to many. She has a very creative imagination, and is very open to others. She is sweet and considerate, even if she can have an attitude some times,

Backstory;;

I promise I will finish

[Nodell]

Tia ~ Meaning joy, Happiness, Light




 


26 Years old





Feamale

[Zeee]

(I am not currently so active on the fan site as I am waiting to get my first JBD before I really do things on the site, just to let you know c: I am registered on the site as Typt however. Anything that may be in quotation marks except for the quote at the top of my form means that Wonder is speaking. Also, I drew the pixels at the bottom and top, please don't steal them.)

what didn't kill me, it never made me stronger at all...

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

Name;;
Wonderwall - Prefers to be called Wonder
A friend of hers often calls her Derwall to annoy her

Age;;
Twenty-one years of age.
Her birthday is July 12, the same as mine.
Her birthstone is the Ruby.

Gender;;
Female

Personality;;
Wonder often excuses herself from conversations or groups as she's a fan of being by herself. She's quiet and keeps to herself. If someone tries to talk to her, she'll utter a small hello and continue on without another word. She would say nothing if she didn't believe that to be extremely rude - and rude she is not. She's kind to really anyone, is a terrible liar, and hates getting in trouble. She doesn't talk to other beans as much as some do as when she was a child her mother died and her father believed taking care of her was too difficult to do on his own, thus he left her to model herself into a good person and teach herself how to do everyday things. She doesn't depend on other beans for company - she has books or the animals she meets on her adventures for that. When she reads, Wonder indulges herself in the scene of the book or even pretends to be the protagonist, imagining wherever she is to be where the scene she's reading takes place. Wonder has an active imagination and uses it well and often - she paints and writes everything from poetry to full-length books. Other than animals she may meet, she has a few close friends, and they are really the only beans she talks to. If she ever makes a promise, to her friends or to anyone, she keeps her word and feels terrible if she breaks it. Wonder is actually pretty impatient and likes things to be done quickly - basically, she hates waiting.

She's a wonderful rolemodel to younger beans and loves children. Despite liking being alone, she'll always have time for younger beans and couldn't ever refuse a conversation with them. She would, of all people, know how to take care of herself when no one else will, and her experiences as a child can help beans in their lifetime. She loves giving advice and despite being shy and not usually talking, she'll often listen to problems and give them some help, even if it doesn't help. Wonder really is a peculiar bean; she likes doing things, but at the same time she could not like doing it. Like with talking - you could say she doesn't enjoy it, but she does it anyways and likes talking at the same time. She seems normal enough, but really is one of the oddest beans out of the bunch, and that could be the reason why she's a leader, not a follower. Out of her few friends she's probably the one that knows when the line is crossed best. She's responsible, trustworthy, loyal, and dislikes breaking promises a lot. She not only tries to avoid breaking promises, she avoids lying because one, she's terrible at it (you can always tell when she's lying because she refuses to look into your eyes and, whether it be with her fur or her tail or really anything, her hands are always busy) and two, she knows the person you lied to will find out eventually and you may get in even more trouble. She believes telling the truth is always the smartest option, yet (despite not being able to do it well) she does lie sometimes. Everyone has lied at some point in their life.

She has many faults including a what she calls hideous crown-shaped birthmark on the inside of her left front leg. She also has a scar which is cleverly concealed with her furry ears. It's an extremely tiny scar, but she's still embarrassed of it, and even though the story behind it wasn't anything serious that changed her whole life, she still doesn't like talking about it. If anyone happens to spot her birthmark or her scar, she changes the subject quickly and refuses to go back to it. You could say Wonder is stubborn at times, and like everyone, she likes getting her way, but won't have a mental breakdown if she doesn't. She's almost always calm and collected, and that's the way she likes to be. She doesn't like the feeling of being stressed or upset or guilty or any of those sad feelings (I don't think anyone does really), and tries her best to avoid getting those feelings. No matter how cliche it sounds and actually is, she's just herself, nobody else. She's herself because like Oscar Wilde once said, "Be yourself; everyone else is already taken". She's true to herself and doesn't like hiding behind a mask. If someone doesn't like her, that's fine. You can't make everyone love you; some people will dislike you, and that's okay, because that only means that you're human. Or, in Wonder's case, it only means that she's a normal Jellybean dragon. If everyone likes you, that means you're perfect, and you know what they say - an utterly perfect person doesn't exist.

Likes ✔
x Milkshakes
x Being alone
x Reading
x Adventures
x Her few close friends
x Lemurs and Red Pandas
x Being warm
x Writing/Painting
x Puzzles
x People who are true to themselves
x Music (Ed Sheeran mostly)
x Watching the sunrises/sunsets
x Cotton Candy
x Anything inspiring
x Her 'lucky' orange pawprint tail charm

Dislikes ✘
x Chores
x Waiting for things
x People who ask too many questions
x Being stared at
x The sound that comes when you crack your fingers
x Candles
x Snow
x Being cold
x Fruit cake
x Almost anything mint flavored
x The colour yellow (but not to a high extent)
x Smoking/Drinking
x Spiders
x Breaking promises
x Lying

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Favourites ♥
x Lime green (colour)
x Arizona Lemon Flavored Iced Tea (drink)
x Cotton candy or spaghetti (food)
x Ed Sheeran (artist/singer)
x Lego House or Drunk - Ed Sheeran (song)
x Lemur or Red Panda (animal)
x The Lorax (movie)
x Summer or Fall (season)
x Night (favourite between night and day)
x My Strange Addiction or Beyond Scared Straight (TV Show)
x The Golden Compass (book)
x Thursday (day of the week)

Fears ϟ
x Spiders
x Clowns
x The dark
x Heights
x Tight spaces (Claustrophobia)

Relations/Crush ➤
x Deceased (mother)
x Unknown (father)
x Soot (crush, owned by shaddic.)
"Pfft... I do not like Soot!
Or anyone, for that matter...
Jeez Fluore..."

Backstory;;
(Simplified version. Written in Wonder's point of view)
Mother passing was hard on us. I definitely didn't enjoy the transition between living with a mother and living without one. I guess I was complicated; a hard bean to take care of, because what other reason could there be to my father leaving me to take care of myself? I didn't blame him for wanting to leave me. I found myself hating who I was more and more each passing day simply because I knew I was stubborn as a child; I knew from the start that I wasn't the perfect child he asked for. Just a day after my mother passed, I had to deal without having either parents. Mother wouldn't have settled for father leaving me so abruptly, but I had to, as mother wasn't there. I had to protect myself; no one else was there to do it for me. And you know what they say; if you want something done, you gotta do it yourself. So I did. I learned from watching other beans - I modeled myself into the still flawed bean I am today. As a child, I often went on adventures to fix my mind on something other than the fact I was alone in the world, left to fight the dangers that came myself. I remember my childhood like it was playing right in front of me...

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I sighed, padding against the hard gravel, wincing as sharp rocks dug into my feet. I lifted my foot and shook out a few small rocks then kept moving. I was merely a child, and I was left to protect myself. My mother had died of a deadly illness and afterwards, my father decided I was too difficult to take care of, and he left. He just left without another word. No goodbye, no I love you... I didn't blame him - I was difficult. I was a picky, stubborn, short-tempered young Jellybean dragon. My father wasn't verbally or physically abusive, nothing like that - usually, he acted like a normal father. But I knew something was off. I knew he forced a love for me because I knew I wasn't the child he asked for. I have no clue where he is now, if he's passed, but despite not showing me any true care whatsoever, I still hope he's happy. No matter where he is, I hope he's living a good life. I was also a shy child. Not around my parents, though, around other beans. I didn't talk to anyone except for my books. I loved books like I loved air. At this particular moment, I bush-whacked carefully through a thorny bush. The thorns poked and scratched me, but I was already used to the feeling. I bent my paw around to get through the bush and scowled at my hideous birthmark - an ugly crown for an ugly bean. I didn't even know why I had a birthmark like that - none of my parents, or my parents parents, or my parents parents parents had a birthmark shaped like a crown. Maybe it meant something - maybe it meant I was destined for greatness despite whatever troubles came my way. I was destined to be a queen, reigning over a village for year after year. No, I knew what it meant - nothing. It meant absolutely nothing. It was simply a birthmark that coincidentally looked like a crown. Even though, it could have not been a coincidence - it was a high-quality birthmark, and no lines of the crown were disfigured. It looked as if someone used extra permanent marker on the back of my leg coloured a little darker pink than my body and tried to make the best-looking crown they could. If anything, they succeeded. Suddenly, I hit a thorny twig attached to one of the bushes and I could feel it creating a deep hole in my ear. I closed my mouth and eyes to prevent myself from crying in pain - I had a rather high pain tolerance, but I was merely a child. You should expect a child to be upset when a thorny twig creates a hole in their ear. The pain went away quickly, however, and I kept moving through the bushes. Yet again I found myself in a thorn bush - there were many around here. This time, I got too impatient and tried to almost sprint my way through the thorns. Of course, it was stupid idea, and resulted in a deep, though small, scratch forming under my ear. Little did I know it would end in a scar, and now I'm stuck with it.

When I got out of the bushes, I was greeted by a cliff I knew all too well. It was my favourite for watching sunsets and sunrises. Sometimes I wouldn't sleep at all because I was so excited to get up and make my way towards the cliff to watch the sunrise. The sun was setting quickly now. I sat at the edge of the cliff, smiling at the sky, smiling at what I had lost just a day before.

Over a course of a few years, I got older and was eagerly awaiting one of my birthdays, which was a specific birthday when I planned to head off to the 'other sides' where the grass was greener. I didn't like the feeling of leaving where I was born, where I had so many memories, but I wanted to at the same time - most of the memories were bad ones, after all. If anything, I was mostly relieved to forget about my past. I couldn't let it get in the way of my future. And so I prepared. It was merely 11:00 PM when I began packing up, securing my watch on my wrist tightly, stuffing my pouch with the necessary supplies. Supplies like my favourite book, my reading glasses (I needed to use them while reading books with really small text), things like that. They were necessary supplies to me - I could light my own fires and retrieve my own food and find my own water. I stared excitedly at my watch for an hour, constantly asking myself, 'Is it 12:00 yet? Is it 12:00 yet?' and telling myself 'Check your watch. Nope, not 12:00. Do something for a few minutes. Check your watch. Nope, not yet'. And then, I got up from my favourite spot upon the cliff at 11:59 PM. I quickly made my way down a path and just as the clock - or, in my case, the watch - struck 12:00 AM, I disappeared into the night though easily seen as I was illuminated by the moon.

That's when I really began my journey towards thousands of new questions lacking answers.

all by myself, i'm here again
all by myself, you know i'll never change
all by myself, all by myself...

Why JBD 403? Why not another JBD?:
Basically, this is a section where I talk about why I feel the need to own this bean. I don't want Wonder because JBDs are popular and everyone has one, or just for the so to say 'bragging rights' of owning one. She's one of the most beautiful beans I've ever seen - props to you, Blitz, you've got some major skills. The colours fit together so perfectly, in such harmony. I normally have to look at the design for a long time just trying to point out something wrong with this bean, but I'm convinced there really isn't anything wrong about her design. To sum it up, she's gorgeous. Don't even get me started about the eyes - they're simply... just... Yes. A million times yes. You chose the perfect colour for her eyes, seriously. It just ties the whole design together, really. I may not have a high chance of winning, but I love Wonder, so I'm going to try my best.








(Holy crap look at that edit bar xD I've edited this so many times just to get
it perfect and that stupid Relations quote just won't go where I want it to aha
I tried to keep the backstory as short as possible, but if I win her the backstory will be a lot longer)

[petrify]

Name;;
Her name would be Mayu. <3
Age;;
Twenty one years young.
Gender;;
Female.
Personality;;
Mayu is a little shy when you meet her. Usually, she will blush & speak quietly when you talk to her for the first couple times. When you really get to know her, she is a very dare devil. Mayu is a brave girl, daring to do anything, though her friends tell her not to do something, she doesn't listen. Mayu is also a very sweet bean, wouldn't hurt anyone or anything. She is also easily embarrassed. If a teacher yells at her, she will slip down in her chair, & turn red, even if nobody is looking at her. If you are one of her best friends or something, she is a very fun bean to be around. She always tries to make jokes, even if it's a saddening time. Mayu is also silly, & will show it mostly at home, but she's not really afraid to show her real self at school. {College, actually. XP}
Backstory;;

I don't remember any of when I was born & stuff, but I'll tell you a little I remember when I was younger...
It was just a usual day, I woke up, sun shining in my eyes as wind blew in softly, whispering to wake up. I grunted, turning in my bed. I heard a soft pitter patter as my older sister came in. I turned to look over at her. "Come on, sis," she said, her green eyes shining worry. I blinked, "What's wrong?" I asked softly. She shook her head, as she came cloer to me. "Just... grab something & let's go," she said, looking at my face, then at the ground. I nodded, not wanting my sister to get mad. She walked out, her pitter patter of her feet soothed me a bit. I looked over at my bed. The branches and leaves looked quite dull as I looked at them, like the color had been drained out of them. Then, there it was, my toy spider. His red eyes glinted in the sun, and it was as if nothing was wrong. I picked him up, looking at his dull face. I then sighed softly, putting him into my pouch, and running to wear my sister was. She was sitting on some branches, till she looked over at me. "Ready?" she asked. I nodded, "Yes," I replied. As we walked out, everything looked pretty, happy, green. As I looked over my shoulder at the house, it looked quite dull, like it knew my sister and me were never going to return. "Where exactly are we going?" I asked as I turned my head then to look up at my older sister. She didn't say a word, only kept looking straight. It was quiet, except for the crunching of grass and twigs breaking underneath our paws.
After a while of walking we reached a bridge. It was old, there were cracks in it and everything. It was swaying back and forth. I gulped as I looked back from where we came. Our home had dissappeared into the distance, and the only thing I saw was green leaves swaying with the breeze, and birds flying and tweeting. I looked at my sister. "Let's cross," she said, looking over at me, her green eyes was holding a secret, but I just didn't know what. My sister set one paw on the bridge. The bridge creaked, swaying some more under the weight of my sister. She began to walk on it like it was ground or something. I set one paw on it, looking down. There was a river far down, rocks from the mountain across the bridge. It would be a long drop if you fell over. I gulped, crossing quickly. As soon as my sister saw me, she nodded as she then began to walk. I jogged to keep up with her. I looked around at everything around me. Everything was just grey, and damp looking. I sighed, I would have much rather had kept at our one home.
It was silent for a bit, till my sister started talking. I was glad, I didn't like it being to quiet. "We left because... mom told me to take you and run as far as we could..." she said, looking at me. I hadn't thought of mom till that instant. "Why?" I whispered quietly. My sister sighed, looking away from me. "I don't know, Mayu," she replied. I sighed, as I set my paw down on a stone. It broke under me. I screached, holding with my other three paws. I watched the rock fall, fall, fall, till I couldn't see it anymore. "Oh, I forgot to tell you watch out for rocks," My sister said. Could've told me earlier.
As we walked, we had a few slips and almost falls. My sister sighed, as she stepped ahead of her, it all falling under her weight. She screamed, as I grabbed her front paws. "Sis!" I screached, my back claws digging into the rock, the rock cracking a bit. My sister was looking at me, wide eyed. "I'll try to help you," I said, my heart beating faster and harder. My sister looked down, then up at my face. "Let go," she said quietly. I looked at her, "What? No way!" as I said that, I felt the rock under my paws cracking more. "Go, before you fall, Mayu," she said, sighing. "No... I can't let go. I won't let myself do it!" I said, holding tears back even though it felt like my eyes were going to burst with tears. She smiled a little bit, "I knew you were going to say that... I know you can't let go... but I can," at that moment, she let go of my paws a little. "I love you, Mayu. Take care, remember I will always be watching you, protecting you," she let go of my paws, I tried to grab her paws, crying out her name. She smiled, closing as she started to fall, fall, fall..."

Theme Song ;
w.i.p<3
Questions for her;
Favorite youtubers?

"That would have to be pewdiepie, tobuscus, cry, & cinnamontoastken." <3

Favorite animal{s}?

"Red pandas, raccoons, & ladybugs. Yes, ladybugs are a animal to me." <3

Goal?

"Well, I want to be a vet, & maybe a cartoon maker/artist."

Any pets?

"A fluffy orange tabby named Morris, a brown mutt named Poochy, & another mutt named Chubert, nicknamed Chubs!"

Art {2 pieces is my goal.};
w.i.p, will do tonight & upload later that night.

[bin child]

name;
Evoleht, which is 'the love' spelled backwards. Some beans call her Ev or Evvie

gender;
Female

age;
19 years, turning 20 on April 2nd.

voice;
Evoleht's voice is clear and soft and can vary greatly in volume, but she's generally more quiet, with a slightly high pitch. Her voice is so beautiful when she sings too, smooth and flowingly. Singing, for her, is one of the few things that lets her emotions loose, and express herself.

breif personality;
Evoleht seems like a relaxed, calm bean -and sometimes she is- but she's very good in hiding her true emotions. When she looks the brightest, happiest she could be, she could be really anxious inside.

Evvie is a bit awkward around people and can come off as shy, too. She doesn't talk much when in big groups, especially with beans older and more experienced than her. She tries to talk to people but it ends up coming out wrong, usually because she's too anxious about what they might think of her. Because of this, she has somewhat low self esteem and finds it difficult to make friends.

She's a creative bean, spending her time alone either drawing, sketching, painting, sculpting or designing something. Evoleht doesn't really have much of a social life at the moment, so she practices the arts. Photography is something she absoulutly loves. Her prefers nature shots; she perfers ones that are in the morning, dawn or dusk with a certain object, like a lone tree, being the focus. She keeps her camera around her neck at all times, just in case there's something worth capturing.

backstory;
Evoleht was born into a very caring and loving family. She had no brothers or sisters but she didn't really care. To her, she had enough. As a child, she had trouble making friends and was that one quirky bean in the class. It was at this time she really started to improve and work on her artistic talents, sometimes venting through her artwork. When she turned 6, another bean moved across the street from her and soon, they began friends and formed a bond. The two were practically inseparable and told each other everything. He was the only one who truly understood her, and stayed by her as the years went by, yet their friendship never died. He was her joy in life, he filled a little piece that was missing from her.

art; wip c:

[ruse]

Name;;
This bean's name is Tulip. Why so, you ask. Well you see,
lil' Tulip has always been a bouncy bundle of joy, causing
her to always be acknowledged "as springy as an eager rabbit,"
as her father had described.

Age;;
She is the ripe age of 19 and a half.

Gender;;
Female

Personality;;
Tulip is energetic. Hyper. Overjoyed. You can describe her as all
of that. But there are other [less noticeable] traits the teen-bean
has to offer. For one thing, she's curious. She enjoys noticing the
smaller, less . . .. obvious things in life - perhaps a dandelion
buried in the deep folds of grass, while everything else just prospers.
She's quite oblivious to things other beans say, including those that
mention her name. Tulip is someone who likes to imagine things
much much more different than the everyday things the world
has to offer. She's knowledgeable as well, strangely enough.
She soaks in information like a sponge with a mess to clean up.
She's understanding. Right or wrong - why does that even matter
to the bean? And that, my friends, is the jellybean dragon we
call Tulip.

Backstory;;
"Tulip." the flower's name tasted fresh on the dragon's tongue,
something like a meadow of that exact flower. She held her newborn
tight to her chest, giving a raspy swipe of her tongue atop the smaller
dragon's forehead, as if she were whipped cream on ice cream.
- -- -
The young dragon had about covered all the land in the backyard,
casually blowing seeds of a dandelion with such ease that an old
lady blowing out her 99th birthday cake candles could do it. A
voice boomed, calling for the growing bean. Tulip ran over to
the inside of her humble house, with the speed of a cheetah.
"Would you like to help cook dinner, sweetie?" the
mauve dragon fiercely bobbed her head up and down, eyes
shining like the stars that began to show above as the sun
began to prepare for slumber.
- -- -
"Tulip! Get on over here and cook 'em pancakes the
customer ordered!" the dragon yelled at the top of
his heaving lungs, all the while flipping disks of meat
on a hot stove. "Comin', boss!" her answer was
immediate - as was her quick sprint to the empty bowl
of ingredients, pancake essentials neatly set aside for
her use. Tulip carefully added the ingredients to the
bowl of emptiness, swirling the raw stuff into one
another until they formed perfect harmony. She grinned
at her masterpiece, then performing the rest of the
duties to create the breakfast delicacy, one of the things
the daring bean vowed to do as a dedicated apprentice
to the art of cooking.

[Puffcorn]

Name;; Rebecca
sometimes I call her Becca ^^
Age;; 19
Gender;; Female
Personality;; Rebecca is very sweet, she is always so kind to others, no matter what.
she is very determined to accomplish a goal, yet she can be very intrested to tease people xD
Backstory;; Wip

[Gael]

Name;; Arrianna
Age;; 5
Gender;; Female
Personality;; Spunky and flirty, Arri loves to flirt with all of the male beans. (Wip)
Backstory;; wip

[Venatici]

Name;; Rosesate
Age;; 21
Gender;; Female
Personality;; Kind, sweet, happy
Backstory;; wip

Not an active member on the fanclub, hurrp. >:l