Hello, my name is Equinesta, but I go by Jazzy, Jazmyn, Equi, or whatever you see fit. I don't own any Jellybeans yet and I think I found my dream boy right here, a badboy<3 I promise to care for him and get him to introduce himself in the JBD chat and roleplays, no matter if he's a little reckless and carefree. I will spoil him with little gifts and art, color ins/giftlines (most saved with a book mark I really want to use for my first JBD<3), and pixels, and sorts of things. I'm on the fanclub as the same user.
Also, a note. His companion is a big part of his life so I decided to give information about her since they would often be drawn together. It also reveals his soft side.
name; Raven.
meaning/origin of name; With his gorgeous hair and
bad boy type lifestyle, I decided to name his Raven. The
name means "good messenger", "intelligent", and "clever".
gender; A male ♂.
nickname(s); Rave, Ray, and Ravie.
age; He is 18 years old.
date of birth; His birthdate is May 15th, 1995.
birthstone; His birthstone is the emerald.
western/eastern zodiac sign; His Western zodiac sign is Taurus.
His Eastern zodiac sign is the pig.
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lines/art by JulietTheKitten
- He is a leader, witty, competitive, decisive, rebellious, careless, independent, reckless, and masculine. He has almost no care for the world unless it turns his life upside down. He's quick to make decisions, but they are often very smart decisions and not something he will regret. Furthermore, his personality seems to link itself to the next trait, due to his strong confidence.
raven | leader;
He hates to be told what to do,it means that there is someone superior to him which is what he would never accept. If he was sent an order, he would either refuse or do the opposite that bean wanted. On the other hand, he's a great leader and knows when to make the right decisions and appointments for beans.
raven | witty;
Every leader has to have a clever sense to them, which is something that Raven has. He can be sly when he has to, even with the simple game of hide-and-seek. Mischief always wins the war.
raven | competitive;
He hates to lose. Video games, sports, child games, even in real - life situations. He knows when you lose, you lose. Fortunately, he isn't vain and is modest about wining, but when he loses, inside he is in fury.
raven | decisive;
He is quick at making decisions, and will often never regret them. He has a sense of the "process of elimination" and gets rid of choices fast until he gets to the right one. It comes in handy when he is in a tight spot or if he is feeling impatient.
raven | rebellious;
He isn't the majority, but the minority can sometimes be troublesome. He hates to follow rules and others' orders due to his independence, he does it his way.
raven | careless;
He doesn't really care about anything happening around him unless his health or emotional health is deeply affected.Though, he really does care for his friends since they might be the only unique beans in the world to him.
raven | independent;
He does things often by himself because of his high self-esteem. He doesn't get frustrated easily unless it takes him to a course of a week. He pushes himself to do better and quicker to solve problems when he's in real trouble. Or, he's just delusional.
raven | reckless;
He would be as reckless as to knock something over, mess with officials, or even disturb a whole city. The possibilities of what he does is endless.
raven | masculine;
Due to his evenly toned body and his daily-weekly workouts, there is no way he would dress or look like a girl, unless it was a dare given by his friends. His masculinity is way over the top.
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- The world is just a black canvas waiting for someone to be able to make an impact by being able to speak the colors of injustice and the truth. My past isn't as interesting as many of those weird people out there, you know, those punks I suppose. I'm a 'go with the flow' kind of guy.
I don't really remember my parents, except for one or two memories. I don't know what really happened after that. I think I had a sibling. All I know was that I was their first child, and my parents had similar colors like mine. My mother used to sing a lot, my father used to play with me. I think I just... left.
Eh, but no matter. I haven't really gotten into important problems. I have gotten in trouble with the police and some officials, but it wasn't that bad. As long as they don't take my best bird friend Winona away, I'm fine with it.
Now back to my past. I'm pretty uncertain of things. I remember when I entered a big city alone, and some baby memories. I am not even what I was back then...
- "A young, beautiful mother gazed restlessly at her baby, sleeping soundly hours after hatching. She has yet to introduce him to the world, but the little darling quickly fell asleep after a day's work of hatching. You deserve it, she thought. Meanwhile, she had to give him a name.
Dark fur, night hues, just like a graceful bird. "Raven," she said. "I'll name you Raven." She curled her tail around her baby and pulled him close, until his father came.
"Have you named him?" he asked, sitting next to the mother and peeking at the quiet baby. He looked quite tired, but was awake enough to see the new member of the family.
"Yes," she replied. "This is Raven."
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A sneeze, and then a rustle.
It was early morning, and the baby slowly and steadily got up. There was a bunch of fur everywhere. Was he in a whole new world after he fell asleep? He turned around and saw a huge snout. That thing must of eaten his mother and taken him to his den. He nibbled on it, hoping to send this monster away.
"Ow! Raven!" The young mother said, pulling back quickly and putting her paw over her slightly nibbled snout. The baby, instead of resentment, was content that this was his mother all along. He blushed a little, and tried to climb over his mother's fluffy tail.
"You want to go outside for the first time darling?" The baby nodded vigorously and pulled his mother's tail. She was surprised he didn't want to sit in her pouch for a while, like most babies beans do.
She slowly walked outside to adjust with the change it light. It was cooler and wetter outside, with the entrance entangled in vines dripping wet. She poked her head out and used her tail to pull the vine curtain back.
"You can come out now, Raven." The baby peeked out quick, then ran out in the light drizzle of a world he never seen before. He frolicked and slipped into a puddle like a young colt on stumbling legs. He dashed straight into a bush and munched on the sweet, delectable berries. His mother never seen anything so rambunctious in her life, not even as a youth herself.
Suddenly, a few more Jellybeans came to watch the little baby play. Some even joined him, to loosen up from work to play with the new member of the community on a nice drizzly day. Older but childish beans encouraged him to play with him, but he was fascinated with this wonderful world to notice the others. He gnawed on branches and fluffy tails, he danced in the rain and stayed there until nightfall.
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"Raven, it's time to go to sleep. Come with Mommy!"
No answer.
"Raven, come on now."
No answer.
"Raven...?" She walked out of her den quietly to search for her baby. She heard a sneeze and then a small whimper to the left of her.
"Raven!" She ran to the left and started to follow the trail of her little baby. It was way too dark to see him. She stopped as she reached a large lump. A dead carcass. "Oh, no," she said tearfully. "Raven!"
She heard a rustle again and laid next to her supposed baby. A small, lifeless form. Then she heard a sneeze once more. It sounded like Raven, but it didn't come from the carcass. It came from a large rock beside her. She slwly got up, and moved toward the rock and peeked.
There he was, asleep but a little disturbed. Without hesitation or any sound of relief, she quickly picked him up, put it in her pouch, and ran back home. Who knew what danger she may come across at night?
Once she reached her destination, she decided to keep Raven in her pouch, but since he knew how to climb out of it already she closed the entrance and walked into the deep side of the cave. His life were in her hands.
Or so she thought. "
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- likes; Sports like basketball and football, leather, food, hip-hop/rap, city/urbanlife, diamonds/money, sportscars, girls, spicy food, video games, his raven Winona, partying, tattoos (but doesn't have any).
dislikes; Funky clothes, classical/rock/screamo music, sour food, unoriginality, being told what to do, fakers, rural/suburban areas.
crush; He has no interest with any Jellybean right now.
mate; He has no mate.
friends; His raven Winona. Feel free to PM me if you want your JBD to be his friend!
enemies; Will develop.
family; Unknown members.
theme song; Bad Boy by Cascada.
quirks;
► He feels squeamish when he hears music that he dislikes above and attempts to hide if he is able to.
► He has photographic memory, so many of his memories have it's own little album inside his own mind.
► He gets in trouble often but is so used to it he treats the situation as a simple conversation.
► He can rhyme words together really quick, but he doesn't call himself a rapper just yet.
► He's like an M&M (ehehe, or Eminem). He has a soft, sweet inside and a tough shell outside. It's pretty hard to crack but when you manage to, you won't regret the new Raven he is.
phobias;
► Atelophobia- Fear of imperfection. He wants to be perfect. Not for anybean else, but himself.
► Automysophobia- Fear of being dirty. He despises being dirty.
► Zelophobia- Fear of jealousy. He doesn't want to be jealous of anyone, because he thinks that he is much more beautiful than anybean else.
► Gerascophobia- Fear of growing old. He wants to be young at heart, but have his young looks too.
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- looks (the basics); At first glance, he seems like the type who doesn't care about what's happening around him and goes with the flow. His rough hair and fur can boost that assumption.
size; He is the size of a large German Shepherd, and is very masculine.
accessories; He wears a Varsity jacket (sometimes a leather jacket), a Snapback hat, a pair of Beats headphones, two piercings on one ear, and two chains on his tail. Occasionally, he wears a Rolex watch, Shuttershades, or Gucci sunglasses.
style; His style is the ''bad boy'' style, also known as the gangster, hip-hop, or the 90's style.
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name; Winona.
meaning; It means "first-born daughter".
gender; Female.
nickname; Winnie, Wino, 'Nona, Win (For The Win).
age; Three years old.
birthday; March 27, 2011.
item; A shiny ribbon tied on her neck.
talent; Draw pictures, sing tunes, warn of danger.
Raven's Blog wrote:May 07 2011
"In recent years, biologists have recognized that birds engage in play. Juvenile ravens are among the most playful of bird species. They have been observed to slide down snowbanks, apparently purely for fun. They even engage in games with other species, such as playing catch-me-if-you-can with wolves, otters and dogs. Ravens are known for spectacular aerobatic displays, such as flying in loops or interlocking talons with each other in flight. They are also one of only a few wild animals who make their own toys. They have been observed breaking off twigs to play with socially."
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My companion and best friend is a little raven who I named Winona. I met her when she was only six weeks old. She was the only chick in the nest, but was abandoned weeks later, where I found her laying in her nest barely breathing and deadly thin. Hoping to save her life, I put her in my pouch and took her home.
I didn't know what to feed her, so I gave her some dog food and oatmeal. Her eating was a wonderful sight. Even at her frail and young state, she looked so graceful and fulfilled the reputation of a raven. She loved the dog food the most, strangely enough. They probably like to eat meat, I thought. Letting her eat, I slipped my music on start to write a few lyrics for my new never-to-be-released song.
CRASH!
Alarmed at the sound, I rushed into the living room. The little raven threw my mirror off the wall and it was shattered into a million pieces. I totally forgot these that these type of birds - magpies, crows, and the ravens - loved shiny things.
"Bad... girl!" I said, hoping the assumption is right. "You can't be doing none of this while you're here, you hear me? I ain't going to care for you if you do this again."
Bad move. The raven looked down, huddled up in remorse. Regretting what I said, I picked the fluffy bird up and put her in my pouch. She snuggled up in there, sometimes cawing, but soon turned quiet. I might as well let her sleep their for a while until I find a bed, or a new home. They are migratory birds, after all.
Then next day, I found her in the kitchen, sitting on the dinnerware, waiting for me to make breakfast. Such a silly little girl, I thought.
"Wassup," I said. She should have a name if she's going to stay for a while. "What's your name G?"
She cawed three times.
"Amber? Is that it?" I asked. I was guessing her cawing were syllables for a word. She shook her head. She cawed three times, then made a gesture like she was rummaging herself.
"Blackie? Midnight? Raven?" I asked, quickly pulling up words in the top of my head. "Eliza? Winona?" She cawed excitedly at the last one.
"Winona it is," I said. "Would you like something to eat? I have some bacon here." She cawed once more and flew on the fluff of my tail. I fried a couple of strips and let it cool for a while, but Winona took two strips and gulped it up with no hesitation.
"Woah, girl," I said. She didn't even wince. "You hungry aren't you? Well, let's go take a seat. Maybe we can introduce each other." She continued to eat the strips on my tail (I was hella scared she would make me dirty, but she left no mark) and I sat on my cushion. I flipped the switch for the T.V. and ate my breakfast.
"Hey, you like shiny things right?" She nodded and ate her last strip of bacon with ease.
"Would you like to wear a necklace? Or a shiny bow? Here, pick one." I grabbed my box of accessories and pulled out both of the items. She hopped onto the table and pulled the bow and flew back on my tail.
"Alright then," I said, fixing the bow on her neck. "You look gorgeous."
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I tried various methods of teaching her to fly. My favorite was to put her up in the apple tree, and leave her there until she would jump down, flapping furiously. She didn't particularly like this little trick, and would caw indignantly. After a while, though, she decided he quite liked the view, and would stay in the tree for hours.
"You can come down now, Winnie," I said. She stayed up there, refusing to move. She looked content but stubborn.
"Fine then," I said, pretending to leave. Surprised, she swooped down as quick as a falcon and landed on my tail. I put my tail near my face and lowered it a bit so I can see my little friend.
"You're growing up to fast Winnie," I said, ruffling her head. She cawed and closed her eyes.
She's one of the missing puzzle pieces in my life.
NOTE; If I win him I want to continue this blogging thing, it seems fun to do<3
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