[Rhys~]

Username; CeselSpeaker
Name; Ace
Age;18
Gender; Male
Poem:
There's A Time,
You Go All Crazy-Wild,
But That's Not Your Fault,
Because It's Your Wild Age!

You Can't Relax!
You Can't Relax!
Because The Music Streams In Your Life,
You Can't Relax!
You Can't Relax!
Because There's Nothing Else To Do!

You Look Around,
Around Your Life,
Was It So Boring?
Was It So Empty?
You Don't Have To Keep That Way!
You Can Wild Now!
Before You Get Old!(Before You Get Old)
You Should Catch Your Time,
Or You'll Lose Your Life!

You Can't Relax!
You Can't Relax!
Just Be Nice To Your Own Life,
You Can't Relax!
You Can't Relax!
That Source Will Disappear!
What To Do In A Simple Day?
A Day Isn't Simple,It's Really Busy
You Wake Up Early,Drink Coffee,
And Turn On The Music,
Then Start Dancing,Dancing And Singing,
After Few Hours,If You're Hungry You Eat,
Then You Meet Your Wild Friends,
And Walk With Them,It's So Fun!
You Return In The Evening And It,Then Music Time Again!
You Stay Awake Till Soemwhere Around 2 AM,Then You Go To Sleep
And Think "Tomorrow Will Be Another Day,Another Wild Day"
And Tomorrow That Cycle Goes Again
You See?It's A Busy Life!
An Interesting Fact:
"When You Sneeze,You Die For A Second"
Hobby:
Music,Cool Music,Music That Makes You Dance,Music That Makes You Wild
The Clock Of The Past:
The Past Was Boring,What Did You Do?
Sleep?Eat?Learn Things?Sit And Get Bored?
Hear Classic Music?
The Time Flys Fast,Theres No Time To Say Goodbye To The Past,By On Other Opinion,You Don't Need To,Who Likes The Past?
Who Lives The Past?You Need To Live The Present!
But That Clock,That Clock Of The Past,Lives In Our Memories,And The Memories Can't Be Deleted
The Life Cycle:
You Know What's The Life Cycle?
The Cycle Of Death And Life
You're Born,And You Know Nothing,
You Grow,Knowing Everything,
But You Die,Again,Knowing Nothing...
Rock And Scroll:
The Music,
Is Endless,You Can Write It
Adn Write It,With Your Will,
Untill You Die,
Nobody Is Supposed To Like It,But,
It's Alive,
Making The Music Scroll Endless,
The Rock Music,The Pop Music,
And All The Musics,
Have An Endless Scroll
One Word To Describe Him:
Grumpy,Yes,I Admit I'm Grumpy,And?
You Have Problem With Me,Ace,Being Grumpy?
What Is It,Under You Nose?
Dude,I Dont Like Jokes,Don't Try Me!
About Secrets
There's Nothing Such A Secret,
You Tell People "I Will Tell You A Secret,But Don't Tell Anyone,Okay?"
But Telling The Person The Secret Makes That Just Plain Words,
If It Was A Secret,You Would Never Tell It

[Tacita]

I'm very sorry to say this, but I will be dropping out of this. I just don't have time to work on big applications like this. With more projects popping up and being sick for almost a week (and thus getting swamped with make-up work plus homework in general), I just don't have the time to work on my application for this lovely boy. It takes me almost three hours to do a simple artwork and hours to write things for it.
I really, truly wish I could have finished this, but I just can't. School comes out first overall, sorry Blitz. Sorry everyone. :c

I'm going to leave what I had finished of my application up if anyone wants to peruse through it. <3 Huge congrats to the winner, I'm sure you'll take wonderful care of this boy! Super congrats to all the other applicants as well. Your applications are all amazing. <33

Blitz, please don't count the unfinished application below.
Thank you very much. <3

Username;
Tacita
This is the lady who takes care of me and my compatriot, Vanilla Bean. She's an alright girl. Vanilla B. can get a little on my nerves at times, though. Guy's got enough tension in his nerves to make a rubber band snap.

Name;
Blueberry Pie
Makes me sound delicious, right? Most people just call me "Blue" for short. Or just "B" if they're in a real hurry.

Age;
17-19 (Within that range)
Forever young, baby.

Gender;
Male
What, do I look like a gal to you? I'm a hundred and ten percent male, and don't you forget it.

Orientation;
Straight
Sorry, fellas. I like the ladies.

Occupation;
Superhero
...What? Don't give me that look. It's true. And very much a secret, so don't go tellin' everybody about it, 'kay?
I may seem like a chill, laid-back guy on the surface (which, out of superheroing, I usually am a pretty cool guy if I do say so myself, heh heh), but deep down I'm a serious superhero. Bad guys look out for my spandexed silhouette, and cringe in fear when my sharp red eyes meet their gaze. I take my job very seriously.

My superhero idols are, of course, Ben from Ben 10 and Rex from Generator Rex. I know they're only cartoons, but they're still my superhero idols. I hope that one day supers like myself can throw off their masks and merge their secret identities with their superhero ones like Ben and Max have without their super lives interfering with their normal ones. For now, though, other superheros and I have to keep family separated from foe and keep villains from going after them in broad daylight.

As far as what superhero Blue would be most like, however, it would have to be Robin. Though he would never admit to it, he's more similar in personality to Robin than he seems. Blue is very serious under his aloofness and quick remarks. He loves his job more than all of the candy in the world and would not trade it for anything, not even said candy. He is much like Robin in both of these respects, and Blue is also similar to the fellow hero in the fact that neither of them have any superpowers. Yep, sorry to disappoint but Blue is power-less. He conquers baddies with his martial arts skills and quick thinking rather than an unusual gift. However, unlike Robin, Blueberry doesn't use a single gadget to help him. He goes into battle armed only with his body and mind and nothing else. Vigorous training gives him, in his opinion, the only tools he needs to fight.

As far as his superhero outfit, Blue sports a contrasting white and red suit. His super identity holds no logo to its name. Or a name, for that matter. Blue states that "a hero needs no name or sporty logo on their chest. They only need to help others who need it or not." Because of his lack of label, the public has given the superhero a rough one themselves. "The Nameless", they call him. Spooky, but it does its job of plastering itself across the papers near hastily taken photos of suited Blueberry in action.
"They can call me whatever they want," Blue claims with a grin. "Just not late for dinner."

Hey Blue, got any advice for any new heroes out there?
"My advice for up-and-coming supers? Keep a cool head, always do the right thing, and above all..."


Personality;
I'd like to think I'm a pretty chill guy. Some people sometimes disagree, though.
...Vanilla, I'm lookin' at you.
(WIP.)

Likes;
- Relaxing
- Pranks
- His DS and its video games
(Legend of Zelda all the way, yo.)
- Funny sayings
(like cat in a rocking chair factory)
- Punk rock
- Cool accessories
- Sweet foods
- Spicy foods
- Lemonade
- The ladies
- His friends
- His family
- Saving others
- Stopping villains

Dislikes;
- Being called a punk or troublemaker
- Hurting others
- Bees
- Vanilla Bean (at times)
- Villains
- Criminals
- Thieves
- Mean people

History;
My story, sadly, doesn't start out all sunshine and roses.
I was born like many other beans nowadays: surrounded by humans. I remember reaching out with my tiny little paws and grasping up at their noses as they cooed and make kissy faces at me. I don't remember my parents.
I was quickly sent to a home to live with a human couple as their beloved pet. I can only guess that I was adopted by them, since they never mentioned how they got a hold of me themselves. The couple took good care of me in their little apartment; the dude took me outside to jog with him, the gal fed me, they both pet me until I thought I would start attracting silverware with the static in my fur, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Life was good.
Then they left. Disappeared. I was alone.
I was eventually found by the landlord and kicked out onto the streets. I never did like that landlord, let me tell ya. But back to the story. I became a stray, a lone bean in a big, nasty city full of peas. I was forced to learn how to fend for myself against the mutts and kitties who roamed the dusty alleys of the city. I learned all the ins and outs about fighting for and finding food. I gained my street smarts and lost myself.
I was finally found, years later, close to starving in a mud puddle by a human with a heart filled with more kindness than my old owners and their landlord had in their whole bodies. I growled and snapped feebly and was filled with fear at the human's touch, but there was no amount of energy left in me to really resist them. I gave up at that moment, ready to accept whatever fate had in store for me. I closed my eyes as the human chattered frantically into her cell phone and held my head out of the stagnant water below me. The human hung up her call with a "beep" and reached down to pet my fur as gently as if I where to shatter at her touch. It felt nice, that soft, rhythmic petting. I felt more at peace with that stranger petting me than I had ever before.
I fell into the black oblivion that comes with passing out shortly after the human had started petting me. I woke up days later in a plush bed surrounded by the sharp, plasticy smell of medical supplies. Blurry white shapes filled my vision as confusion trickled into my exhausted mind. Something close to me beings to beep more and more quickly before humans rush into the mysterious room. My memories blur together at this point, so you'll have to bear with the brief details of my not-so-exciting adventures between my life on the streets and my time with Tacita and Vanilla Bean.
I had been picked up by a kind soul involved with an organization known as Relocating Abandoned Jellybean Dragons, or RAD. Believe me, the group fits its acronym to a T. RAD takes any jellybean dragon that has been thrown out or otherwise abandoned by their jam or their owners, fixes them up, and sends the to a new and permanent home. The lady who had found me knocking on death's door in a puddle had called RAD and stayed with me until their dispatch team arrived at the scene. The members of RAD then took me back to their main headquarters in one of their personal ambulances and hooked me up to some medical equipment as fast as they could to pull me out of my weakened state and back to the land of the healthy. I woke up days after RAD had taken me back to their headquarters and was a famished ball of nerves and teeth until they calmed me down and got me to trust them. Though, mind you, I couldn't really hurt anyone because I was so weak, so don't give me that look. That one guy I nipped had his injury heal right up a couple of days later was just fine and dandy beforehand, too. Anyways, the members of RAD healed me up and got me therapy. I bounced back from my days on the streets quicker than quick with the help of the humans and other creatures of RAD. Before you ask, yes, RAD's members include beings other than humans too. You can close your mouth now.
RAD's other duty came into play after they got me back onto my feet. Rehoming. I was against it at first, not wanting to go through the experience I had with my first owners for a second time. I went through dozens of eager applicants, refusing each and every one of them over and over and over again. RAD was persistent enough to send me any potential owner that approached their front desk. I didn't want to be rehomed any more than a cat wants a bath. But then, one day, someone different came up to RAD's front desk.
A girl wanted to visit me and see how I was doing. She didn't want to be stuffed into a tiny interview room with me and let a member of RAD try and convince me how awesome and amazing they where and what a great owner they'd be. She just wanted to see me. The RAD manning the front desk pointed her towards another member that could lead her to my room and the two set off. They ended up at my room, which sat among dozens of others like it, and the RAD member lead the smiling, nervous girl into it. The member informed me that I had a visitor before shooting a look of confusion towards the girl and leaving the doorway where the two had stood. I lay on my bed, watching the girl warily as she greeted and then approached me. "I'm glad you're feeling okay," the girl told me after I offered her a seat on the bed. My manners had improved since I had begun to live at RAD, after all. I tilted my head in slight curiosity and puzzlement at the girl's statement. "Wha?" I simply said. "Do we know each other, lady?" The girl chuckled, muffling the cheery sound with her hand before lowering it down and placing it on my back. "Remember now?" she asked me and begun to gently pet me. My memories of the damp mud puddle and the kind human who had rescued me rushed through my head. I gasped. "You-" I sputtered out, "You're the person who saved me." The girl nodded and shot me a smile. "We never did get introduced," she told me, "And I didn't get a chance to come and see you until now. Sorry about that!" The human girl lowered her and from my back and stuck it out in front of her. "I'm Tacita! It's a pleasure to meet you." I stared at the hand. None of the humans I had met so far had even considered to ask me to introduce myself. I tentatively reached out with my own front paw before grasping Tacita's own outstretched hand and shaking it warmly. "It's nice to meet you, too," I told her. "I... I don't really have a name." I felt almost shamed admitting that. I never remembered then and still can't recall now what name my old owners had given me, if any. "Well," Tacita said, smiling all the while, "We'll just have to fix that. Hmm..." She propped her chin on her fist in thought and looked me over from nose to curled tail. We sat in silence as the human girl thought, her brow furrowed. Her eyes then brightened and her forehead unwrinkled as she snapped her fingers in realization. "I've got it!" she exclaimed excitedly. "How about Blueberry Pie?" I pondered on the name. It sounded tasty, warm, and comforting. It sounded like what I had always wanted in my life. I liked it. "Sure," I agreed after a while. "Sounds fantastic. I'm Blueberry Pie, then." The girl grinned so widely at that point that I couldn't help but grin with her. I realized at that very moment that she was the kind of person I dreamed of adopting me; the kind of person I wished at night to be my owner, my family member. I could barely control my tears as I realized this. She was just a visitor and she had to leave eventually. I didn't want her to go.
It then and there that I asked Tacita to adopt me. A look of surprise emerged on her face before melting into understanding and joy. She agreed with all the happiness in her heart, formally adopted me through RAD, and took me straight home. I've been a member of her family ever since.

My experiences as a lost jellybean dragon are what lead me to become a superhero, really. I remember the joy I felt when Tacita saved me each time I put my mask on. I help others because I know what it's like to be helpless. I've had villains ruin my life. I've lost my home and my very self before. I want to do what Tacita did for me through conquering fears and saving others. I became a hero to accomplish what I want to do. What I need to do. Now, an age after deciding to become a hero and even longer after Tacita had taken me into her family, I continue to help others through the darkness and the fear. I love what I do and I do what I love, and since being a superhero and helping others is what I love and do, I'll be continuing down this road for a good long time.

Don't worry, though. I still got time for the ladies, games, and tunes.
And my family.
Always.

Stories;
(WIP.)

Art;
(WIP.)

[Cane]

"I'm a rockstar in the making!"
D A M E N

Username;
Cane

Name;
Damen

"Damen!Thats spelt D-A-M-E-N!!!"

Age;
18

"I am eighteen years old to be exact!";3

Gender;
Male

"Yeah I'm a guy!!i doubt anyone would think Im a girl anyways..">.>

Likes:
Damen loves to play on his electric guitar and spends most of his hours playing it,he hopes to be a rockstar one day.He also loves to eat cheese for some reason :>
Damen listens to Marianas Trench alot!(they are basically his rolemodels)

"I like to eat chips and corn too!"

Dislikes:
He absolutely hates it when someone interrupts him while he is practising on his electric guitar.His Aunty is also quite annoying because when she comes over she'll always ask ,"How is my little rockstar?",even though he is eighteen years old.

"Aunty is pretty annoying,especially when she says junk about me to my friends!"

Hobbies:
From what you've read so far you probably know he loves to play his electric guitar...
But he also likes to ride on his skateboard and paint it every week.

"Wait,you thought playing on my guitar was my only hobby???"

His embarrassing secret:
His friends look up to him and think he's an amazing guitar player but the truth is...
he's just learning to play it!He's only learned how to play two songs..

"Hey I'm totally experienced at playing the electric guitar!Come and uh I'll show you!"

Theme Song
Moar art:

[gross]

Username;
ComfyFoutnain
Name;
Clarence
Age;
19
Gender;
Male
Personality/Story;
two in one! :D
Usually a moody and unpredictable dragon, Clarence is someone you would not want to be around if he's in a bad mood. He grew up in small town with not many people, usually only talking to a close friend or family, so he's learned how be on his own without company. Clarence, being an adventurous one when he was younger or 15, had a just a small taste of alcohol and was almost hooked on the stuff. That pretty much destroyed his entire life, lost connection with certain family members and a friend or two. After a whole year of this utter madness he finally got rid of the addiction, faster then he expected actually. He'll still drink, but only every once in a while and will not go over board.
After all this he decided to leave his home and explore other places around the world. He settled in a good sized city with way too much traffic on the roads for it's own good. He's grown used to noise, day or night, and mainly lurks in the shadows now. Living in the city has taught him many things, one being 'Never trust anybody, no matter how they seem the are probably just some street rat.' After these lessons Clarence started to talk less and less and his trust level in others went down. If you were to choice between going there a tricky maze or gaining his trust, you'd be better of with the maze.
Favorite Song;
Korn - Another Brick In The Wall
He isn't exactly sure why he loves this song so much, it actually seems to calm him down when angry. Sometimes he thinks he might love this song way to much for his own good.
Other;
I will put more later, after homework.

[P0CKETKNIFE]

Art bellow made by FallenAngel~Firefly

❝Everyone is just like the moon. They try to look bright and happy on the outside, but they still have a dark side they want nobody to see.❞

My current username is Katie Cat though I have been known by many other usernames. I was very recently Carra, so you may know me by that. On the fanclub I am known as one of my previous usernames, Star Bursts. ^^

Well I thought a while on this and I've decided to name him Midnight. My reason? Well the night has always been my favorite time of day since I was a kid. Especially midnight. Maybe it's because I think better in darkness or maybe it's just the comfort I get from the stars. This bean instantly reminded me of midnight and darkness which surprisingly makes me happy.
Thus I think Midnight is the best name I can give to him! <3

I don't know why but he instantly struck me as being around 17 years old. Midnight was born on December 23, 1996 which makes his zodiac Capricorn.

Well of course he's a guy! He wouldn't possibly pass as a girl!

Midnight generally is very social and enjoys other JBD's company. He seems to meet a new friend wherever he goes, and he prides himself in his social skills.

Along with his social personality he is very outgoing. He enjoys participating in as many activities as he can, and he also will never pass up the opportunity to help! Midnight particularly likes to play soccer since he has powerful legs enabling him to make goals easier. Sometimes he can overwork himself because of this and he generally needs help of knowing when to stop.

Let's just say that Midnight is anything but a morning person! Whether you try giving him 10 cups of coffee or pouring water on him he still seems to be in a daze all day long! He gets most of his energy at night like myself, and he also uses the nighttime to think about everything. When he's had a bad day the glow of the stars always helps to cheer him up. This part of his personality closely relates to my own and gives me a strong attatchment to him. <3

While he may seem to be calm and confident on the outside he can really let things get to his head! Even the slightest noises can startle him and cause him to jump. This may be a result of his overthinking and vast imagination. He has trained himself to casually leave when someone is telling scary stories to avoid embarrasing himself with his fears. He hates to come off a a scardy cat since he has been teased about it before. Sometimes he may even be scared of older dragons size and will flee if one intimidates him.

He is usually lazy when it comes to hard work (not including sports) and will put off things for a while before actually doing them. If you want him to do something for you then you'd better have a good reason for him to do it! To cover up his lazzyness he usually says he will do it but never gets around to it. When you ask him when he is going to finally get it done his reply is always the same "tomarrow."

Even though he may be lazy he will rush to your aid if your in trouble. Midnight has a strong passion for helping people big and small. If a little bean hurt herself he will take care of her and try to make her feel better. He would never leave an injured creature alone no matter what it is! Another trait of Midnight is his protectiveness, he will gaurd anyone who needs him probably because he has a lot of compassion. Despite his lack of bravery he can and will fight only if he absolutely needs to in order to protect someone. He would usually try to talk it out first.

Whatever the situation he will always try to look on the happy side! He believes that optomissum is the key to resolving probloms, and all the years he's been alive it's usually been true! Even in the darkest situations Midnight will at least try to smile through it. This is part of the reason he has quite the number of friends.

Midnight enjoys a lot of things in his life, but here are his favorites! c:

As I said before, Midnight has a thing for soccer! He enjoys the feeling of pride when he makes a goal along with the rush he gets when he's kicking the ball across the field. It also appeals to him since it's a team sport. Meeting new friends on the team is always a good expirence for him and it helps him continue to be optomistic!

Of course he loves the nighttime! In fact it might just be his absolute favorite thing! I know I've said this before but the night gives him a sense of peace and a break from the day. The darkness comforts him along with the soft glow of the stars and moon. It has always been one of his favorite things since he was just a child.

Ah yes, his friends are also a great source of happiness in his life. He makes friends with almost everyone he meets and hates to make enemies. He treats all of his friends with respect and kindness, so that he can keep them. Midnight has no problom with expanding his friendship circle because to him it just means more people to enjoy!

Even being as optomistic as he is, he still has some things that he can't stand!

Being as easilly scared as he is it's hard to imagine him enjoying such a thing! He will almost always try to avoid places where there may be ghosts and such, so that he won't have to worry.

Midnight is known to have good hearing, so loud noises irritate him. Especially when all is quiet and then suddently BAM! This is one of his biggest pet peeves since he is sensitive to loud noises.

Suprisingly this sporty bean absolutely hates the water! Midnight very strongly dislikes to get wet! Any bit of water on his precious coat will cause him to get upset. This irritation probably has to do with the fact he almost drowned in a kiddy pool!
NOTE:: He did not actually almost drown. He overreacted! >w<

Well of course it's going to be by Marianas Trench! He was based off of one of their songs after all, so I would like his theme song to be by them as well. Thus his theme song is Ever After by Marianas Trench! It was the name of the album he was based off of anyway! I didn't only choose this song because of that, I also chose it because of the tune. It just reminded me of him in a way I can't explain. It's also the type of music I could picture him listening to.

Midnight is hetrosexual (strait) though he hardly has any intrest in finding a mate. His traits make him out to be a good father, but he just isn't ready to open his heart to a wife yet. Maybe in the future he will find someone special. <3

First of all just let me say that I'm not the best writer...I may make quite a few mistakes in grammar so please bear with me. I hope you enjoy! P.S. This story takes place in his childhood ^^

When summer break had begun Midnight had signed up for as many camps as possible to fulfill his desire to make friends! When it was time for his first camp to start he was already prepared with everything he needed to survive a week in the woods! Everything at camp had been going just fine, he was having fun, making friends, and even got to ride in a boat! Well that was until it was time to roast marshmallows. His group was heading on the trail towards the campfire when one of the older beans spoke up.
"I bet we'll run into some zombies in the woods!" which caused Midnights stomach to churn. There wouldn't really be zombies...Right? The rest of the way he had his ears pinned to his head in fear and was practically shaking in his fur. His group was the last to arrive, so they got the back seats around the campfire, the ones closest to the dark woods. At this point the older beans had stopped talking about zombies and monsters, but Midnight was still a bid traumatized from what he heard. His imagination couldn't help but imagine one attacking him when he let his guard down.
"I-is something wrong, Squirt?" His counselor asked him noticing the worried look on the young beans face. Midnight didn't want to look weak towards his counselor so he just smiled awkwardly and responded with.
"N-n-no! I'm perfectly fine!" His counselor gave him a weird look before turning away to talk to someone else. Soon enough all was back to normal and Midnight had stopped shaking though the thought still lingered in his mind. While munching on a smore the leader of the camp announced that they would be reading some scary stories causing Midnight to perk his ears up. Worried, Midnight tried to sneak away but his counselor noticed him before he could. Most of the older beans were exited about the news, however Midnight wasn't. However, Midnight was not willing to admit this fact. Since all the other beans seemed exited about it he decided to follow. The reason for this was because he didn't want to be different. He wanted to be as likable as possible in order to make as many friends as possible. Thus he simply put on a fake smile and waited for the story to began. Throughout the story Midnight realized the plot was pretty corny, and not scary at all. This time he was actually smiling for real in realization that he wasn't afraid. Sadly his happiness was crushed when the ending of the story was announced. Frankly it was NOT a happy ending at all! Midnight had not expected such a turnout, so it startled him a bit. He thought carefully for a moment about what he had just heard. Then it hit him hard as a rock. The plot finally sank in, and he realized what had really happened in the story making it scarier then expected. His ankles began to shake once more and his ears flattened. He was absolutely terrified of the monster in the story even though it didn't even exist! The campfire abruptly ended when the camp counselors began to pour cold water onto the fire in order to put out its flame. His camp counselor announced that they would be heading back to their cabins soon, which was a bit of a relief for Midnight. As the group traveled through the thick woods Midnight was starting to fall behind his group. Shortly after realizing that his group was a good ways in front of him he started to panic. He defiantly wasn't looking to be in the woods alone after that story! Without thinking he sprinted towards his group through the darkness. Blinded and clueless he slammed into an oak tree with much force. Suddenly light from his counselor's flashlight was shining onto him.
"Are you...okay?" He asked looking very wary of Midnights sanity. Slowly Midnight pulled himself up and rubbed the sore spot where he had hit his head. Snickers could be heard among his campmates that soon turned into laughter. It wasn't much of a mystery why they were laughing. They had just witnessed Midnight scream for no reason and sprint right into a tree! Most of them had noticed his odd behavior as well indicating he had done a bad job in trying to hide his fear by the campfire. His cheeks burned a bright red when he noticed their laughter. He had done a terrible job at trying to fit in!

The end!
Sorry for the sudden ending :P

I'd hate to give him too many items because that would cover his beauty! So I've decided on one item that he will carry with him in his pouch, a stuffed blue bear.


Suprisingly out of all the things I could have given him I choose a stuffed animal. I have a reason for this though, I've always pictured him as a calm bean with a few insecurities he doesn't like sharing. He's not the type to tell his personal probloms to everyone, so I'm giving someone who he can. It may be childish of him to still keep a stuffed bear to tell his probloms to, but I think it perfectly suits his character. If you think about it then maybe you will see it the way I do! c: I might as well tell you the actual story behing his stuffed little friend! Ever since Midnight was a kid he had had quite a few irrational phobias and probloms. Including the fact he was bullied a bit when he was younger by other beans. On christams morning he was given a stuffed blue bear. It wasn't the best quality plushie and the stitching was breaking, but for some reason he held onto it. When the teasing got really bad he would go to his bear for company. It provided a friend for him until he figured out how to make real ones. Eventually he grew out of telling it everything and such, but he still always keeps it in his pouch!~<3

Opening your eyes
As the day begins to fade
The moon glows onto the dark earth
But there's no sunshine

Is happiness gone?
Where did it go?
Something has to make it come back,
to make the world glow

Midnight
It's still dark
Hope seems to be gone,
and it won't come back

Light
Happiness returns to the sad willows
He has brought beauty
and he has made laughter.

That cute little bean,
Is here to lighten the world
Darkness disappeared,
even though he is midnight.

Through his spirit,
Hope is back.
But who would've thought,
It would be him.

(This will hopefully help explain his personality. This is also a coming of age story. He starts off as a little bean and grows as the story continues.)
Midnight was always on the smaller side as a child. It seemed that he would never grow to be as big as the others which made him an easy target. When he would come across a larger bean it would usually result in violence or thievery. This what because his size allowed others to easily beat him up to steal from him. This wasn't the only thing that he had trouble with in his life, He was also picked on a lot. He was seen as the strange one among the others, an outsider who spoke nonsense about the stars and moon to be specific. Midnight's passion immediately became something for bullies to make fun of. When he would say something meaningful it would always result in him being put down by others. He couldn't take living like this so he eventually moved away from the area. He was hoping to start a new life; however it didn't turn out that way. Most beans still saw him as a strange outsider, and made fun of him. Most of the violence stopped but some still stole from him due to the fact he was gullible. Soon enough he was back where he started, alone. He was too passive and small to stand up for himself and he became afraid of almost anything. For a while he wouldn't even speak to anyone. Then he finally went through a growth spurt and gained some strength. The ones who once picked on him decided to keep their distance and leave him alone. This was great news for him; it also opened up a possibility to do something with his life. He decided to branch out and talk to people normally in hopes of making some friends. He succeeded thankfully, but he only had a small group of friends at the time. This small group provided a sense of security for him and someone to share his thoughts with. He enjoyed this a lot. Soon enough he became a social butterfly making friends with whoever he could. Even some of his former bullies decided to give him a chance. They even tried listening to what he had to say about the night time and how it was special. Some even listened to him and began to appreciate the night sky. When the local soccer team was accepting players most of his friends decided to sign up for the team. Midnight knew nothing about team sports, but his friends encouraged him to join anyway. Giving into their peer pressure he signed up along with them. Practice started the following week even though Midnight knew nothing about the sport. His first attempts were well...awful. He kicked the ball in the wrong direction a number of times, and even kicked it to members of the other team! Some of his "friends" laughed at him for his failure. His real friends supported him but couldn't help being disappointed. Embarrassed wouldn't even began to describe how he felt at the time! He was absolutely humiliated and he couldn't quit! With much help from his coach he managed to get a little bit better, but he still wasn't the best. He now understood where to kick the ball and who to pass it to. He had realized what true friendship was as well, and got rid of some of his fake friends that he had only befriended for security. Soccer became a big part of his life now that he was good at it. He enjoyed the feeling of pride as he kicked the ball into the goal along with the joy he felt when his friends congratulated him. This wasn't the biggest part of his life though, his passion for the night still stayed. He made up theories in his mind about what the stars represented, and he admired the moon. He was almost nocturnal since he was to busy staring in awe to sleep at night. Stargazing was one of his favourite activities, and it allowed him to have peace. He refused to listen to the stories about evil in the night. Nothing could take away his love for the darkness. Despite how frightful it can be made out to be. It would always be a big part of his life. When soccer season ended Midnight was very disappointed and bored during the day. To ease their boredom his friends invited him to see one of the latest movies which was a horror film. Midnight was clueless and failed to realize how gory horror could be. He found this out the second the movie began and a zombie appeared on the screen. After the movie he was left shaking. He had never seen anything like that, so he was unbelievably shocked at what he witnessed. He didn't want to see anything that scary ever again and thus avoided it. But against his wishes he had to face this type of genre numerous times in his life causing his fear to grow. Luckily the night comforted him and eased his fears a bit allowing him to relax. Throughout his life it has always been there for him. While the sun may have its fire, the moon will always have its brilliant glow.

(This takes place when he was a little bean (6 years) and was adopted by me. (The story if I won him))
It was the night, a time when all was dark and no creature was awake. Specifically it was midnight, 12:00 exactly. Inside a small house two creatures lived, Midnight, a jelly bean dragon and his owner, Katie. Midnight was sleeping peacefully upstairs while Katie was still wandering downstairs. The stairs creaked as Katie climbed up them into Midnights room. She flicked on the switch which caused blinding light to fill the room.
"Midnight." she whispered eagerly despite the fact it was 12:00. Midnight however was not so enthusiastic.
"Katie be quiet." he mumbled as he yanked the blanket over his head causing Katie to giggle.
"I need tom show you something!" she said pulling the covers off of him. Midnight growled but willing followed her back downstairs. He had no idea why she would wake him up at this time of night. Katie flashed him a smile before opening the doors to the porch.
"What is it?" he asked Katie looking very unammused. Katie rolled her eyes at his expression and pointed at the sky.
"Look!" she yelled happily probably waking up a few people in the neighborhood. Midnight face palmed and sighed. He knew Katie was different but this was just plain stupid to him.
"All I see is darkness, so can I go back to sleep now?" He snapped and headed back inside, but Katie stopped him before he could reach the stairs.
"Look closer! The sky is filled with light!" Katie exclaimed looking up at the wondrous sky.
"Light? Hah! I don't see any sun!" The young bean barked as he stepped back outside to examine the sky. Katie then broke out laughing at his response.
"Stop being so grumpy! We don't need the sun! We have the moon!" Katie chuckled pointing at the glowing moon. Midnight crocked his head and looked very confused. Then he took a better look at the night sky. This time he didn't see darkness, he saw many brilliant shades of purple along with sparkling stars. But most of all he saw the giant glimmering moon casting a glow on the earth.
"Wow..." Was all the young bean could say. Suddenly he didn't feel so tired. He was captivated by the sky and so was Katie.
"Isn't it great?" Katie whispered enthusiastically not taking her eyes off the sky. Midnight was just as hypnotized by its beauty.
"It is!" Midnight responded happily. From then on the two did the same thing almost every night. They would wake each other up late at night to examine the sky, and the funny thing is neither one minded the lack of sleep. The night sky only lasted so long. Neither one of them wanted to ever miss it.

W-what! Why would you tell them this?! Stop! Don't! I'll never forgive you!...please!

Lol Midnight we can't hear you!

Midnight hates to be alone. For him being alone is like being tied to a pole. Midnight becomes very insecure when he's alone because it makes him feel like others don't like him. However in reality he has many friends. His strong desire to have friends sometimes males him pretend to be someone he's not which is a problom. Recently he has tried to stop this, but he is having trouble doing so. He just hates to feel insecure and won't admit that he is. Midnight wants others to view him as a confident bean. This is why he tries so hard to fit in. He would hate for anyone else to find out this fact about him.

Midnight see's Coral like a sister to him. They are both relatively social and get along well together. When they first met Coral was a bit shy, but Midnight managed to get her out of her shell and become her friend. Whenever Midnight is upset Coral is there to help! She also tries to understand Midnight's passion for the night which not many of his friends do.


Aztec has always been someone Midnight can trust. Whenever he needs advice Aztec would be the one Midnight would consult. Aztec is also a source of comedy for Midnight. The two normally joke around a lot and have a lot of fun together.


Jaffa is kind of like a younger brother to him. Despite the fact he is much older then Jaffa they make good friends. Midnight can act childish at times, so him and Jaffa get along well.


Bullet is one of Midnights close friends even though they clash and have fights frequently. An example of this is the fact Midnight hates water but Bullet loves it! This makes picking a place to hang out hard sometimes, and they constantly debate about it. Overall however they make good friends. Bullet and him enjoy going camping (As long as there is no scary stories!) and roasting marshmallows together. Bullet is the type of friend that Midnight enjoys to talk to but not neccisarly hang out with all the time.

❝Midnight, what makes you original?❞

Well, probably my connection to the darkness of night. Most people don't understand it, or feel the same was I do about it. I guess it makes me original since it's differnt from everybody else.

❝What are your quirks?❞

Quirks, huh? I don't really like to talk about them, but I guess I have to. For starters I always seem to laugh out of the blue about things that happened a long time ago. For example, once I saw this bird fly into a tree which I found funny, so the next day I randomly started laughing about it at soccer practice. Yeah...the coach thought I was crazy since we just lost the game! Also I have a really bad memory. I tend to forget the simpilest things which makes doing easy tasks hard for me. Like during my math lessons I'll forget a simple formula and fail for it. Occasionally I wish I had a better memory like my friends...

❝What do you like to do?❞

Hah! Where should I start? A favorite activity of mine is star gazing. Having a special connection to the night sky makes its pretty natural that I'd enjoy this! I especially like making my own "constelations" by mentally connecting a couple of stars to form a shape. I then doodle my new "constelations" in a notebook to keep track of them all. Another thing I like to do is play sports, specifically soccer since I'm really good at it! It's just so fun to work on a team and to make goals! The goalie doesn't stand a chance against me!

❝What would you consider your best trait?❞

..I'm not so sure on this one. It's kind of awkward describing myself so it might just be my opinion, but I guess my social skills would be my best trait. My friends mean a lot to me although I'm not sure how to tell them that. Making new friends is something I pride myself in. Even though I can go about it the wrong way and end up changing who I am by mistake. However lately I've been getting better at making real friends by being myself. :')

❝Now what would you consider your worst trait?❞

I-I Don't like to talk about this..! I guess I have no choice but to answer. I lack confidence on the inside. While I may appear to be a confident social butterfly I'm really not. Sure I love being social and having friends, but that doesn't mean I'm not insecure. I worry constantly about people not liking me when they obveously do...it's like a curse somewhat. Please don't tell my friends...

❝How do you get along with your owner?❞

Oh, Katie? We get along pretty well since we have a lot of things in common. We bond best when we're stargazing or talking about the night in general. She's one of the only people that truely understand the night like I do, so we're pretty close.

I think I've made it pretty clear through my form, but I'm going to briefly sumarize it up again. I have always had a strong connection with the night. Looking at his colors reminds me of the brilliant night sky. This means a lot to me probably because the softer shades and starlight have comforted me throughout my life. So when I was introduced to this bean I couldn't help but recall my passion for the night. Thus I poured out everything I had into his personality and character. I couldn't help it since I had such a strong connection with this bean. Midnight in a way resembles who I am inside. For that reason I would love to own him myself. I am sadly a non owner who has recently been interested in these dragons. I've wanted one for quite some time but sadly I never connected with any one imparticular. That was until I saw this perfect little bean. If I was lucky enough to take him home then I couldn't express how grateful I would be. He is the perfect bean to me and I promise that I would take care of him! Thank you so much for the opportunity. <3

If I won he would basicly become the center of my life. My gallery would be filled with art of him, and I'd be broke from ordering art of him! Midnight would be VERY active on the fansite and I would make a thread about him. I would also be able to associate with other JBD owners and hopefully have him establish relationships with other dragons. Midnight would go everywhere with me and he would be my #1 character. But most of all I would love him to death!~<3

I'm totally going to make him art! He's too adorable not to! <3
Da'aw! Who doesn't love chubby dragons <3

Zeezle Roo made him humanized!

Art made by the amazingly kind Snowwing!~<3


Isn't he so cute!!! >w<

Some cute art made by Carbon. c:

I tried lineless >////<

Some amazing art made by ~Tornado~!

Yes, that's supposed to be his teddy bear in his mouth! Isn't his blanket cute? (I honestly can't draw bears!)

Some adorable art by Mario!

I just love this bean! <3

Him with his soccer ball! ;w;



I decided to make a plushie of him!~<3

Midnight and his bear plushes! c:

Some traditional art drawn by me! <3

Traditional Art+Poem

I made some more art! ^w^

Some amazing art by my talented friend!

Some kawaii desu art by another one of my friends! >w<

A sketch made by my amazing friend!~

So cute! c:

A few quick traditional sketches. c:

A wonderful sketch by Mario!

GET OUT OF MY SOCK! :c

More amazing art by my friends c:

Some more art by D i n o ~ ♥

[.The Bootless Box.]

{Internal Blackout}


Aced


17


Male

[windinginterloper]

"The world is too heavy
Too big for my shoulders
Come take this weight off me now"

Username; Wolf_Bringer_1999
Name; He never says, but simply calls himself "X"
Nicknames; Xavier (What most think "X" stands for), Exxy.
Age; 18
Gender; Male

"Thousands of answers
To one simple question
Come take this weight off me now"

Going Deeper

;;Personality;;

;Bold; ;Curious; ;Playful; ;Indecisive; ;Caring; ;Adventurous; ;Brave; ;Reclusive; ;Quiet; ;Cautious when meeting new people;

X is very bold and brave, often taking on challenges that are too big for him. He will stand up to anything, but always insists on doing it alone, for he fears that he might hurt someone. Sometimes, he cannot make a decision on what to do, so he turns things into games for other, younger Jellybeans. He's been told that he's like a hero, yet so much like a kid- anything you say to X, however, is often met with silence, unless you assured him that you're not a threat. There are reasons for his cautiousness with new people, however.

"Oh I'm like a kid who just won't let it go
Twisting and turning the colors in rows
I'm so intent to find out what it is
This is my Rubik's cube
I know I will figure it out"

;;Past;;

As a young Bean, X was playful and carefree, much like any other Jellybean Dragon of his age. One day, however, he woke up to find that his family was moving. Anxious, he said goodbye to his friends and set off with his family to their new home. Weeks passed- X seemed to be taking a different path than most Jellybeans. Every Bean his age that he met turned away from him, and he slowly grew sadder and sadder. One day, he met another male Bean- one who just moved to the area. They became quick friends. As time went on, X's friend slowly became a bully, and tried talking X into being one. X refused, and stood up for the Beans his friend bullied. Later, X's friend realized the wrongs he was doing, and asked for X's forgiveness. X said he wouldn't forgive him, but they could still be friends. A few months later, X's friend and X sat by a fire. X's friend decided to finally tell X his name- Osborne. Later on in the next day, Osborne and X's playing was disrupted by Osborne's parents. X's friend then had to say goodbye- without knowing that X had something big to tell him.

"Lost in the playground
Late night nostalgia
Open the sky for me now
Friends 'round the fire
Outside in December
Open the sky for me now"

;;Sexuality;;
X is gay, and proud of it. When he was smaller, he was straight, but Osborne changed it all with a mere flick of his tail.

"Oh I'm like a kid who just won't let it go
Twisting and turning the colors in rows
I'm so intent to find out what it is
This is my Rubik's cube
I know I will figure it out"

;;Birthdate;;
X was born on January 7, 1995.

"Credits roll over the edge of horizons
That I haven't discovered yet"

;;Likes;;
Males, Vegetables, Fruits, Candy, Rats, Mice, Stephanie Meyer, Old video games, Books, Small places, Playgrounds, Toys, Fairytales, Myths, Children, Quietness, Goats

;;Sort of likes;;
Females, Meat, Dogs, Cats, Philip Pullman, New video games, Technology, Medium places, School, Water, Facts, Adults, Some noise

;;Dislikes;;
Bullies, Most hoofed animals, Large places, Work, Serious people, Loudness, Darkness, Too much light, Homophobic people

"Oh I'm like a kid who just won't let it go
Twisting and turning the colors in rows
I'm so intent to find out what it is
This is my Rubik's cube
I know I will figure it out"

;;Theme song;;

Rubik's Cube by Athlete (Lyrics scattered throughout this form)

;;Quirks;;

X often holds his tail when scared (Like the top drawing), and wiggles his ears as well as taps his feet when excited.

;;Fears/Phobias;;

Equinophobia, which is the fear of most hoofed animals. He also has Acousticophobia- Fear of noise. We're just getting started, though. He also has Agoraphobia- Fear of open spaces or of being in crowded, public places like markets- or a fear of leaving a safe place, Anthropophobia- Fear of people or society, Caligynephobia- Fear of beautiful women, Glossophobia- Fear of speaking in public, Levophobia- Fear of things to the left side of the body, and Lyssophobia- Fear of rabies or of becoming mad, to name a few of his fears/phobias. Taken from This site

;;Daemon (If he had one);;

His daemon would probably be a Caracal, which is solitary and swift.

;;Favorite memory;;

X's favorite memory is when he and Osborne were on the swingsets, playing with their mini airplanes and pretending that they were pilots.

"Oh I'm like a kid who just won't let it go
Twisting and turning the colors in rows
I'm so intent to find out what it is
This is my Rubik's cube
I know I will figure it out"

[knight of time]

The sky is not the limit;
do remember that
there are footprints
on the moon.

◤______________________◥
"Anyone who doesn't
take truth seriously in
small matters cannot be
trusted in large ones either."
◣______________________◢

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:: ａｎｇａｎｏ ::
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"You do only live once, but once is certainly enough."
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Username ; Iced Mocha
Full name ; Angano Cobalt Arsenic
Pronunciation ; [Ang-GON- oh Co-BAWLT Ar-sin-ik]
Size ; German shepherd - quite small
Gender ; Male, of course
Sexuality ; Straight - see love life
Theme song ; The Lost Lady Found
Typing style ; c90000

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Symbol ; Aries
Element ; Fire
Birthstone ; Ruby
Birthflower ; Dianthus
Chinese zodiac ; Ram

Accessories::
• A brown scarf
"It's not brown. In reality, it's a mix of green and red."
• Corrective contacts
"They're not really visible, but they make me a little more normal."
• A tail charm in the shape of a red music note
"It doesn't mean the world to me, I just really like music."
• 2 Red gauges
"I have one on each side. They're not too big."

eye colour:: red [auburn] || coat colours::different shades of blue
horns:: N/A || other:: Tetrachromatic eyes
piercings:: two gauges, one on each ear || scars::N/A || other:: N/A
weight:: 130 lbs || height:: 55 cm || age:: Eighteen[/color]

{ { - - insecure xxx brave xxx honest xxx insecure xxx trait xxx Brave xxx Humble

♞ - - - i n - d e p t h ; p e r s o n a l i t y
Angano. An interpretation of the sky. A mutt.. he's no regal dragon. he has never been any kind of regality. Angano is an animal. He's a monster inside, crouched in the grass, waiting to viciously attack...This is wrong. Angano is no predator..he is prey. Simply put on this world to pass on energy to the animals higher in the food chain. He eats no meat, he is not carnivore. He is not the chaser..he is the one being chased. - - a n g a n o
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Angano has been on the run for as long as he can remember. He tells me that he's afraid of dying, just like everyone else, but he can't let fear rule his life. There are plenty of things after him that he could not even begin to explain to me. He was chased, he could almost die on some occasions and still be content with his life. I think he's one of the bravest souls I've ever met. He can stand in the face of fear and say, 'You know what? Screw you, because I don't give a crap about you!'
I've never heard of Angano lying. I doubt he ever has... he says that secrets just give you the burden of bad emotion. He says that bad emotion is like bad cholesterol. If you have too much, you can get very sick. I don't know if I believe him completely, though. Angano is sneaky. He could be lying about his entire life and people gullible enough would believe him. I don't know if I will ever trust him wholly and completely.
Angano may seem so tough... but on the inside he's afraid. Afraid people will judge him because he's so blunt. That they will judge him because he is so different... his hair, his eyes, his fur. They are all.. abnormal. a mutation, to put simply. He does not understand what it means to be a real friend or have one. He does not understand... that is what everybody says. He isn't stupid. He can hear, and I think that he is one of the most innovative minds ever known.

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"Music has taken me to so many
new places. It has taught me to love life.
It has taught me to be myself. It has
taught me that being different is okay.
Music is its own language. You just have
to take the time to learn it, and it can
change your life for the better. Music has
told me that different is okay, no
matter how weird you think you are.
Every person is different, and that is
the only similarity we all carry together."
◣_____________________◢

♞ - - - h i s t o r y;

'When you don't succeed, put down whatever you're working on and come back to it when you're ready.' - a n g a n o

Angano was born from a rich family, he tells me. He said that his family was deaf, and he was the only one capable of hearing. It was.. strange to him, not being able to communicate as well. Being able to hear was like being deaf in his family. He was all alone. He never learned how to speak, only how to sign. His speaking now is very strange; his accent affected by how animal and gruff his voice sounds from underuse. Many fear his strange, abnormal voice.

Angano also has a strange sight disorder. He isn't colorblind. In fact he is the rare opposite; a tetrachromat. Normal eyes cannot perceive the color combination of red and green; the hues are so different, we just perceive them as brown. Angano can see colors that the human brain could not process. He is able to know when someone is behind him much quicker than normal; he is able to tell if it is hot or cold out by sight better than we could. Small dust particles in a window seem so magnified to him.

Due to this disorder, Angano often wears corrective contacts; they manipulate the cones in his eye temporarily so that he sees normal color. He tells me it is a lot less stressful.

When he left his family as a young boy, he went to work in a small restaurant that was placed inside of a concert theatre. He didn't focus as much on the food, rather the music. Amazing songs were played inside; Pax, a symbol of beauty and peace; Radestky March, a peppy marching song originating from Europe. He loved the music so much. Eventually, he saved up the funds to buy what he had always wanted; a guitar. Not an electric; frankly, it was a ratty old acoustic. He would play while he served people in the restaraunt. he attracted so much business, the orchestra director noticed his skill. He asked if he wanted to play in the orchestra, as a violist. Surprising, Angano tells me he turned down his offer. Instead, he wrote a piece for them, called , 'Symphony De Angano'. It was a very long piece, but it became very famous, as the parts molded together so well. The orchestra seemed like one huge, intricate instrument.

I asked Angano why he left... he said that he wanted a new life, where no one cared. Where nobody took pictures of him constantly. He wanted alone, and that is what he recieved.


You must be wondering why I tell you Angano is prey. He told me that when he first came, he was afraid. he was afraid of judgement, because he was so strange. Fear was chasing him like a moth chases light. He was prey to himself, the insecurity inside of him. It hurt, but he could not let it overtake him. His animalistic side is his sight; without his contacts, he sees very similarly to a snake; almost thermally. The other light he perceives can throw of accuracy and where he looks; he seems so animal because he never seems to be looking straight into your eyes.. it always seems as if he is staring off into space.

voice:: Angano's voice is rather
gruff, and his words have a slight slur. He
has not spoken english for very long,
and it is common for him to stop
in the middle of a sentence to find
the right word for something.

attitude:: introvert. Angano has
never been very friendly towards others.
He'd rather be alone, writing music
or listening to it.

expressions:: Angano carries a
lot of expression. When you live with the
deaf for so long, it is a necessity for them
to know how you feel about something
when you can't hear it in their voice.

Judgement; Being judged by others,
because he is different, is
Angano's greatest fear.
Hate ; Hate is something Angano
fears but follows. He
excerises it, but he does
not want to be hated for
who he is.
Writer's Block ; Writer's block is something
Angano never wants to get
when writing a song. It
obscures his flow of ideas.
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♟ - - - - - love life;; single
crush:: none
mate:: N/A
exes:: a girl who used to
work with him at the
theatre; she played
viola. When he left,
he never saw her again.
"Love is something I don't take particular interest in."

Music
Music is something Angano loves. He wrote an alternate set of
lyrics to the song,'The Lost Lady Found',
an English folk song. I pulled these out of his
notebook. I suggest you listen to the song
while reading the lyrics he wrote; it enhances the experience.
There once was bean who
Lived his life alone;
He had no family, he had nothing to bestow!
He ran from the monsters that are the new world,
He knew he was special so his life unfurled...

He was a runner who knew the truth,
because of this he was very aloof!
He loved no one and he would not speak,
and he became so very weak!

He was a lost bean and would not be found,
he would be captured and taken to the pound!
He was afraid and still is to this day,
but he knew that he had some debts to repay!

He wrote some music that changed his life
but no bean would listen, they were full of strife!
He let go of it all and left to cry
He had no music, he'd rather die!

He drowned for days
In his own tears,
Then one day he said we would have no more fear!
He picked up his pencil and said, today,
I will not be judged and my debts will be repaid!

He wrote his music and he knew it was true,
but no other beans had even a clue!
He was all alone yet once upon a time again,
he left again and nothing remained,

This kept on for years and he thought it'd never end,
But suddenly he found someone who might be a friend!
He danced to his music morning, night, and day,
and he knew that his confidence would not sway!

He was part of the music and if was his life,
he had not the time for any wasted strife!
He wrote and he danced to his music all day,
and he knew that he was there to stay!

Why I want him;

I didn't go to this character. I had nothing planned, at all. He came to me as I wrote this. I just had an urge to go out for him at first, and his concept developed later on. He ended up having such a stunning simplistic personality, and suddenly, I decided that he would be musical. It has ruled my life for years, and I feel like Angano, in character, is so much like me. different. A perpetual mutant in a world full of them. A messed-up mess-up. He came to me in the pouring rain, crying 'make this happen, because I am real.'

So I did, and Angano was born.

I cannot say I am not proud of the writing I did on this. It means a lot to me, and always will, frankly. I'm trying not to get too attached to him, as he is simply a pixelly character, but his personality, his life... it captured me. Something I created has consumed me.

That is all.

form coding (c) scourge;
only for mocha's use
angano (c) iced mocha
character & concept
design (c) blitz/silver bullets
design & original ref
JBDs (c) hiccup/hicctastic
species creator

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Username; Twig
Name; Jikan
Age; 18
Gender; Male