[Übermensch]

My first JMD as a guest artist! Sorry it took so long. This JMD is a free for all meaning you can any extras you'd like! But this little guy must stay male.

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Gender : Male


[Fehyr]

Name : When September Ends (Sep for short)
Gender : Male

[azemyc]

Name : Aquarius
Gender : Male

[Miavinn]

Name :
Trent
Gender : Male

[Meep Meep]

Name : Plato
Gender : Male

[jarvis]

Name: Oswin
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Oswin doesn't like to put a strict label on his sexuality, but he is usually attracted to women.
Five Word Personality: Layered, secretive, closed, defensive, mysterious.
His Favorite Song: Miracles Out of Nowhere- Kansas
His favorite Quote: "Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious,
even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby you can be the director of the opponent's fate." -Sun Tzu
His Favorite Foods: He is unusual in that he is an herbivore. He loves roots and mushrooms,
as well as katniss tubers, (which he finds strange and sweet at the same time, since he read The Hunger Games)
This boy also loves eating wild strawberries that grow in a patch around his cave.
An Abridged History: Oswin was born into a family of seven. A mother and six pups.
He never knew his father. Though born in a litter, he was the youngest, the runt,
and was mistreated by his siblings. He never took it to heart, however, but sank a little bit
into his own world. Thus the mystery of his layered personality. He is aloof, keeping his own many secrets, and
wanders, looking for something only he knows.
Fears: Endless expanses, the progression of time, and uncurable sicknesses.
Haiku: He sees into me
Never looking past my eyes,
What he knows is much.
A Peek at Philosophy: Oswin believes that he kinder we are to nature, the kinder it is to us.
Part of his mystery is how he goes about caring for his world. He doesn't dig burrows or dens, and would rather
sleep in a cave formed long ago. he also takes care not to snap tree branches as he walks.
This means that his nighttime strolls often take much longer than he intends them to.
Brief Interview: Q. So tell me; what do you like to do in your spare time?
A. "I love to read about great adventures, and people who are just like me. I escape into their worlds. It's fantastic.
Q. Wonderful! And which do you prefer; day or night?
A. "Though I usually sleep through the first half of the day, I find it quite nice. But I love taking walks late at night.
The stars give me instant peace, and I find night's majesty to be ethereal and beautiful. I prefer night."
Q. Interesting. And one last question; how do you get along with other JMDs?
A. "I'd rather be alone than with any others, but if I trust another completely, I suppose I can get along well enough.
It really just depends on who I'm with. I can be caring, deep down."
Why I Want Him: I have yet to own a JMD, and I fell in love with Oswin's lovely design.
Particularly the circles, which for some reason always attract me. I want so badly to make art of him,
but Oekaki doesn't work on my computer, so I'm stuck. He would be loved infinitely,
and he would be the perfect first JMD for me, I adore his color scheme and he's just so brilliant.
I've also been working super hard on my form for about a week now, and it's the most effort
I've ever put into one! I think I shall put even more effort into taking care of him
and making sure he gets lots of attention, and maybe even a girlfriend c:

[icseal]

Name :Sundrop or Ray
Gender : Male

[*Spiritofthewolves*]

Name :Luke
Gender : Male

[warm]

Name : "I was named after my father, his grandfathers name was also Jack, so I decided to go with the family history.
Jack's name is short for Jackson. I just think the name suits him, besides, I just rely like the name Jack.

Gender : "I'm a male... Wait, do you think I look like a female?"
Jack is a healthy JMD.

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WIP(when will the winner be chosen)

[Fenric]

Even today I still linger unto the hopeless, tired memory of the neverending journey through the tunnel with no end. I don't know how it would feel without dirt hanging on my fur, or sticking to my paws and sitting heavy in my stomach. Sometimes it just feels like all of the muck and mud caked on me has always been a part of me, and I've given up the thought of becoming clean. It'd make me feel naked, and vulnerable. The mud is like a suit of armor, softening the pain of sharp rocks piercing the pads of my paws. It used to hurt, but I just feel numb, like I'm walking through a cluttered dream. The darkness has a way of numbing you.

I've gotten over the claustrophobia. After a while, marching in groups through a narrow tunnel, carelessly bumping into the people around you in a slugish daze just stopped being as bad as it used to be. I'm on auto pilot anymore, just barely concious of what's going on around me. Ever since everyone forgot the value of speaking, we've just been walking mindlessly, continually. Though it would be wise to question the trust worthiness of my mind, I know for certain the silence is getting heavier each day, and the darkness makes it hard to breathe.

It's just so easy to forget everything now, but there's one thing I need to remember. I've sacrificed every other memory to remember what I need to. I don't need to know what my name is anymore, or who my family was, or where I used to live, or even what I did to get here. I just need to remember why we walk and what our destination is...

Sometimes, if you stare long enough into the darkness, you can start to dream without ever falling asleep. Shapes will dance in front of your eyes, tiny dots circling around in patterns until intensifying in color and vividness. I always dream the same dream, of small pools of gold dripping onto the damp, dirt floor. Smooth, pure, golden water... The only beautiful thing I've seen since I can remember... Then I'd see him, weeping into the darkness, an aura of light circling around him like a halo. Every time, I'd ask when the punishement will end, the answer is always the same.

"Walk. Walk and you will find your answer", he'd say in a sweet hiss of a whisper, too sweet to be genuine. His voice was like syrup, masked with kindess, and heavy with sadness. Then he would fly away, his laughter echoing into the darkness, like a repeating nightmare, or a demon of light.

Alastor the light bringer

Alastor serves not as a ruler, but a guard and a grim reaper of the Underworld.

Alastor keeps those who had commited horrible crimes in life inside the Underworld and only has domnion over other Jewel Mane Dragons.

Alastor tells white lies of hope and salvation that mostly never come true, and brings light to the darkness. He is as much of a prisoner as everyone else in the Underworld, and his punishment is the burden of his duties. He must serve the pleading and the desperate their punishment, and deal with the guilt of it.

Although many Jewel Mane Dragons lose the freedom of their wings when they enter the Underwold (it is his job to chain them up), Alastor kept his, though he has nowhere to fly in the narrow tunnels of the Underworld.

Alastor is the spirit of false hope, light and dreams.

Name : Alastor (Avenging spirit)
Gender : Male