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)
