Username;;
The Jinxed Fox
Name;;
I chose the name Tempest for this JMD, because she reminded me of an electrical storm when I saw her.
Name Meaning;;
tem·pest
/ˈtempist/
A violent windy storm, frequently accompanied
by rain, snow, or hail.
Gender;;
I choose for this JMD to be a female.
One of Tempest's favorite things to do that
she rarely mentions to anyone is fix cars. She loves
to work alone, tending to a car. She mainly enjoys
it because it is quiet, and it requires her thoughts,
therefore keeping her busy. Tempest enjoys fixing
anything, really. She loves to fiddle around with the
small parts of watches, jewelry, cars, desks - you
name it! She has always been the kind who wants
to build whatever she can,
rather than buying.
Peppermint Winter by Owl City.
‘‘I twirl through the driveway with angelic grace,
'Til I slip on the sidewalk and fall on my face,
This peppermint winter is so sugar-sweet,
I don't need to taste to believe,
What's December without Ɔняιƨтмαƨ Єʌɛ?’’
x Snow
x Rain
x Reading
x Ambient music
x Old songs
x Old movies
x Learning new things
x Collecting things
x Feathers
x Making jewelry
x Painting
x Writing
x Making things instead of buying them
x Helping fix anything
x Working on cars
x Understanding things
x Being alone
x Silence
x Noise
x Social interaction
x Crowds of people
x Distractions
x Not understanding something
x Television
x Winters without snow
x Socializing
x Making friends
x Loud people
x Hot weather
Movie;; Back to the Future.
TV Show;; She doesn't watch TV.
Song;; Brielle by Sky Sailing.
Pastime;; Playing in the rain or snow.
Colour;; Dark steel grey.
Book;; Anything by Stephen King.
Season;; Christmas only happens in winter!
Food;; Ice cream.
Drink;; Blueberry smoothies.
Music Artist;; She likes various artists.
Tempest's jewel would be white. She would have
the power of snow. Tempest uses this power every
Christmas Eve - her favorite night. She goes out in
the chilly night to all the places that haven't had
snow. She hides among the rooftops and creates
a snowstorm, blanketing everywhere with a layer
of crisp, white snow for the children to play in on
Christmas morning. It is Tempest's best Christmas
present to see others enjoying what she has done,
though they will never know it is her.
When stars twinkle overhead like diamonds in the sky,
And snowflakes fall like silver dust,
On Christmas Eve, look up to the buildings high,
And you'll see her, but only just.
A shadow of darkness, a sleek, slender shape,
Leaping from chimney to roof,
A scarf billowing like a snowy white cape,
As elegantly as a reindeer's hoof.
On her favorite night, bringing snow to all,
Is the young dragon we know as Tempest,
Slipping and sliding and threatening to fall,
Yet swift, stealthy and soundless.
Blowing gusts of snow over the night,
For the children waiting for Saint Nick,
When the grass is frosted in the bright moonlight,
She vanishes with a wink and tail flick.
I, The Jinxed Fox, swear
to care for this JMD with all my heart. If I do not
give it the proper love and care she deserves in
good time, Kat and/or Dog has full right to to
take him/her away from me.
Ƨσℓιтαяʏ ~ Ɩитɛℓℓιɢɛит ~ Ǫʋιɛт ~ Δ∂ʌɛитʋяσʋƨ ~ Ɔʋяισʋƨ ~ -
A good way to describe Tempest is solitary. She
prefers to be alone all of the time, and she was never very good at making friends.
She is not very social, and would much prefer to stay inside, reading a book over
going out with friends. Because she only has a few friends, she is very loyal to
them, and will always stay with them no matter what. Tempest prefers to be alone
because she likes to think a lot, and with people around it makes things hard for
her to focus.
Tempest is also very intelligent. She has always read, for
as long as she could remember, and she picks up words and phrases and meanings
out of those books. She was always the weird child, the one who'd walk off into a
different room when the television was turned on because she didn't like to watch
it. Along with this intelligence comes her constant need to understand everything.
She always wants to know how this works, how you can do that. She thinks that
this is why she loves to build and fix things, because she can see how they
actually work.
Some would call Tempest quiet. It's true, she is rather silent
all of the time, but that's usually because she's thinking about something. Often
people mistake this silence for shyness, but that is certainly not the case. If you
ask Tempest to tell you her opinion, she will not hesitate to tell you exactly what
she thinks.
Tempest is very adventurous, despite the fact that she doesn't seem
like the kind who likes to go out and explore. She always wants to
learn about new things and places, and will never turn down a place to go. She
thinks her enjoyment of exploring comes from her curious nature and interest
in learning everything and anything. She is always looking for new information,
weather she hears it or has to go looking for it.
Last, but not least, Tempest is very curious. She always has a huge
amount of questions that she wants answers to. Do we all see colours the same way? Are
parallel universes real? Can you just grow back an arm like you grow teeth? Could humans have
developed from underwater creatures and not apes? She constantly has something to ask
you. She can never keep her nose out of anything and everything interests her. She always
wants to understand everything.
How Tempest Got Her Name >>
The young dragon was still unnamed and tiny, small enough to sit in the shoebox by the side of
the road. The night was rather chilly, and the streets were empty apart from those who were
heading home. The dark coloured dragon was taking shelter in a shoebox with a book. She had
needed to get away from her noisy siblings to get some peace and quiet. She was very
intelligent for her age, and absorbed every word in the book with her bright eyes. The sky
above the city was dark, storm clouds rolling in. Water was already falling gently, and the
wind blew unwanted scraps of paper across the road. The young dragon poked her head out
from under her box, blinking as the water droplets stung her face. She gazed towards the sky
with eyes like clear drops of amber in the sunlight. She flinched back again as two older
dragons rushed past her, sending wet splashes of dirty water into her face from their paws.
"This is a tempest if I've ever seen one," she heard one of them say as they walked past her.
Tempest.
The word stuck in her mind. It was a strange word, yet familiar. She had seen it somewhere.
She frowned, flicking over the things she had read in her mind.
A storm...
Ah, of course. A tempest - a violent storm. The dragon was about to retreat once again into
her shoebox, but faltered.
"I should probably get home," she murmured to no one in particular. What if her parents
woke up to see she was gone? Grasping the book in her mouth, she set off into the street,
but a loudclap of thunder stopped her. She looked up in time to see an impressive fork of
white lightning flash across the sky, like a knife slicing into the dark clouds. Her eyes
instinctively closed against the light, and she turned her head away. The lightning struck
a nearby tree, sending a craaack through the air like a gunshot. The tree burst into
a bright, blazing fire and the struck branch fell to the floor. Seemingly out of nowhere,
rain came cascading from the sky. The small dragon cried out in shock, a pitiful, small
sound that was lost in the noise. The rain blurred her vision, and all she could make out
was bright orange light surrounding her. She whirled, disorientated, and threw herself to
the ground, hoping she could survive any danger she was in. She could feel the heat of
the fire singe her fur, and she heard the fire crackle and hiss as the rain fell on it.
Patter, patter, patter, patter.
What was that? She lifted her head slightly, perking up her ears. Footsteps?
Something came flying over her, grabbing her by the scruff of the neck and hauling her
onto its back. Another dragon!
The grey-furred dragon whirled, facing the fire. His red jewel began to glow, and the
fire began to die down. The young dragon buried her face into his mane, burrowing
her way into his fur until the fire was gone.
"Are you okay?" the new dragon called over the rain. She gave a small nod, trying to
see who the dragon was.
"My name is Monotone," the dragon continued. "Who are you?"
Wearily, the young dragon watched Monotone with caution. She knew what could
happen to those who give strangers their personal details. However, Monotone
gazed at her, blue eyes soft. He didn't look dangerous at all.
"I-" she faltered, thinking of something to say. "Tempest," she decided. "My
name is Tempest."
"Well, Tempest, you're lucky someone saw you here. You could have died,"
Monotone said, a faint note of warning in his voice. "Where do you live?
I'll take you home."
The young dragon burst into the house, flying into her mother's arms.
"There you a-" her mother began, but she faltered, seeing Monotone
at the door.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Oh, uh, my name is Monotone," he began. "Your daughter, she was
caught in a fire. I just, y'know...gave her a hand."
"A fire! Are you alright?" asked her mother, quickly checking over
for wounds.
"I'm fine, mum," she said quietly.
"Tempest, are you sure?" Monotone asked. Her mother gave her
daughter a puzzled look.
"Tempest?" she asked. "Who?"
"Isn't that her-" Monotone began, but the young dragon cut him off.
"I just said it, mum, he asked for my name," she blurted out. Her
mother blinked at her and smiled.
"Well, it's a wonderful name. I quite like it," she said.
