[nyx.]

note to mods;; I didn't mean to have the red around the scars look like blood- it's just irritation from his injuries. i'll remove them if it's too gory.

here's my memorial day JMD! this one is male, and it WILL stay that way. mkay.
he's a soldier, or, well, that was a little bit of my inspiration.
he has battlescars, two on his eye, two on his shoulder, and one on his back leg. ^^ (they're not bleeding, by the way)

simple contest for non-owners only. trust me- I'll check to make sure you don't own a JMD. nvm.
all you have to do is give him a name and write a decent story OR one piece of art. art isn't required, since some people aren't able to scan traditional art or have the ability of doing digital art. so yeah.

this is NOT based on how the coding of your form is. so if you think prettying up your form is gonna help you win here, it wont. so there.

ends on, hm, the 31st. next Friday. c:

[Pi.]

Name;;

This boy is named Maru. There is really no reason behind it, I just thought it suited him.

Story;;

Sadness, worry, and excitement built up in me. My training was over. I would be heading off into war. At least it is for my country!
WIP I thought, trying to reassure my self. But I knew, deep within me, that there was still a chance that I could die or get injured. It was a risk I must take though.

[hokage.]

reserved

[snowbutt.]

Reserved with the name Brone~c:

[pIanted]

Reserved with Nightlock ~~<3

[Citric]

Name: Íασπις (Nickname: Íao, pronounced Eieo) Means Jasper in Greek.
Story:
Íao stared at the screen bearing his name- Íασπις σπασμένος ψυχή. It couldn't be. Some sort of typo? His 18 year old foster brother's name and picture should be there. Not his. He glanced around to see his "family" gathered in the living room. His foster father wore a grim look, his foster mother looked regretful but had a triumphant light in her eyes, and his foster brother wore a smirk openly. In that moment he realized his hated foster family had arranged this to get rid of him and keep his brother from having to go to war, even though Íao was many years too young legally. It was all he could do to keep from crying in despair as the government threw open the door and dragged him away. He didn't even register the shock on the government's faces as they scrutinized his apparent youth. He just clutched his necklace, his last mememnto from his true father.

Íao looked around into the alley before padding down it into the shadows with his tail jewel at the ready, his paws making a plop-plop with every step from the rainwater draining off the roof. A drop hit him in the eye, and he stopped, cursing. His medallion swung from side to side. "Stop it. Stop it!" He said to himself, first quietly, then shouting.

"EAHHHHHERGE!" His shouting turned to a bellow of rage, and fire spewed from his jewel, rippling in a line of blazing flame as it rushed up the alley, edged on from old, spilled alcohol and gasoline. In the brief second that took Íao to realize what he'd done, the roaring fire was already fuming smoke and covering the ends of the tunnel, trapping him. The choking heat muffled his breath and words like a pillow and the smoke curled into his lungs, striking like a red-hot match every time he coughed. The flame licked his fur, and he felt searing pain through the hot blanket. His hissing "help" was strangled from his lips as he fell into the ashes.

Íao woke up swathed in the warm blanket, which he through off himself, gasping from the memory of the choking blanket in the tunnel. Seeing a pillow, he quickly through it into the wall with a strangled sound before falling back onto the cold mattress. Vaguely he registered a beeping coming from the direction a small tube in his wrist was going, and he ripped it out, dripping blood, before he drifted back into unconsciousness.

The next time Íao woke up, he had the tube back in his wrist but luckily the blanket and pillow were gone. He opened his eyes to see those of a kind-looking brown-jeweled JMD in a white outfit. Her words about third degree burns, questions about his conditions, his apparent heroism, and his soon-to-be scars drifted around his head as he moved in and out of consciousness for the next few days. A month later, he could go around the hospital by himself, although often speaking to himself. The next day, 12 year old Íao who was drafted and nearly killed by the pure spite of a selfish family, pulled his necklace from a plastic baggie in his room and walked outside, not looking back as he swore never to return. He said his name aloud, for the first time acknowledging the truth behind his name when his wretched mother named him before abandoning him. - "Íασπις σπασμένος ψυχή. Jasper Broken Spirit."

[jayus]

Name; Lieutenant Commander Ryske Michael. Civilian? Michael Ryske.

Story;
The light exploded, sending pain and darkness everywhere. Confusion swirled around-screams of pain filled the air. The acrid smell of burning items I dare not state assaulted my olfactory senses. A haunting, high pitched note rose above them all, and I plunged towards it, heedless of my own wounds. I reached the source of the wailing-
I sat straight up in bed, in a cold sweat. A scream echoed from my lips, and I quickly stopped. I felt nauseous.
I glanced over at my wife, who lay sleeping beside me. Feeling constrained, I quickly got out of bed, heading out. The hallway clock, a grandfather clock, transfixed me. The time read 3:17, but it was not that which held my gaze captive.
The pendulum, swinging back and forth paralysed me. The slow clicking warned of danger, terror that I had known only in Afghanistan.
Dan-ger, dan-ger, dan-ger.
The next thing I knew, I was outside, breathing in the sharp, cool air. The temperature was calming, it had never been so cold in Afghanistan. I sat on a bench under our willow tree, massaging my temples. The flashbacks had to stop, before my mind did.
WIP-writer's block, should be gone very soon

[Bittertiffany]

I'm so tempted to try for this dragon, but I already own two JMD's.

[nyx.]

due to some irritatingdemand it's open for everyone now.
your welcome.
you can either do a story OR art now

[Citric]

due to some irritatingdemand it's open for everyone now.
your welcome.
you can either do a story OR art now

What if you already did one?