[LoneWolf.]

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[lavender.]

I'm so sorry, but I'm going to drop out v.v
I thought I could finish this, but I've gotten much too busy, plus I'm going on vacation for a week so I won't be able to draw.
Again, I'm terribly sorry, I don't usually do this :c

[Ayramite]

Username: Ayramite

Fanclub link

Why I want him:
I can name a thousand reasons why I want this JBD. For example, I have clicked with this guy--his personalty, his story, everything about him... It seemed to flow--with little to no effort--as he just seemed to develop, almost as fast as my fingers could type. While I needed to go back and add a little here and there, the picture in my head was solid. I would love to be the person to love him, shower him with attention, and develop him into the bean I see him as. Sharing his struggles and triumphs, with the JBD community would be an honor to me.

How I will treat him:
If I was to win him, he will never be forgotten, or gather dust in a virtual attic. I admit, I haven't been very active on the fanclub lately, but that is due to my broken laptop. I am in the process of saving up, and getting a new one; for now, I use my nook, which allows me to go on the chat/forums when I'm not busy with outside life.
Soon enough, everyone would know who Rizos is. He would be the main muse of my art, once I get my laptop.



The Basics

Name: Rizos

Gender: Male

Age:20

Birthday: December 18th

Orientation: Straight

Zodiac Sagittarius

Accessiories Ear gages, crossed industrial peicings, fingerless leather gloves, tongue ring

Mental Ilness: Multi Personality: at least two distinct and relatively enduring identities or dissociated personality states that alternately control a person's behavior, and is accompanied by memory impairment for important information not explained by ordinary forgetfulness.

Personalities

Rizos Personality:~|Loner, Anti-Social, Quiet, Short Tempered, Stubborn|~
Rizos is considered to be a loner. Other than to his owner, he is rather anti-social--due to his memory loss. Those around him claim that he is rude and hateful, lashing out at anyone that tries to draw close. With no memory of it, and being his stubborn self, he refuses to apologize. Rizos spends most of his time with his head phones in, blaring some kind of rock music, or playing the guitar in his private little studio. Not one to draw attention to himself, he is rather quiet, and doesn't speak to anyone much. He can be short tempered if his music is interrupted, or if you walk in on one of his private jam sessions. That's where you can catch on of his rare smiles as he gets lost in the music

It's Personality:
~|Rude, Hateful, Resentful, Vindictive, Mysterious|~
Never giving his name, he is rather rude and hateful. His goal in life is to make Rizos as miserable as possible. He runs off anyone and everyone who wishes to get close to him, even going to extremes at times. He attempts to have Rizos alone--and just as angry and vindictive as he is. Once his protector, he quickly turned into resent. This was because he pushed back in the recesses of Rizos mind, and left there to gather dust, be forgotten. Now free and able to wreak his havoc, he takes over for short periods of times, leaving holes in Rizos' memory. He does his best to prevent Rizos from ever being rid of him.

How his mental Illness Affects Him:
Brought on by a tragic event, it originally served as someone to protect Rizos, but as he got older and Rizos was able to take care of himself, this personality started to change and become rather resentful--being trapped in his mind, forgotten. He now does his best to run off those that try to grow close to Rizos, leaving him with holes in his memories, and even causing a high level of frustration and resentment to build.

Favorites
Favorite Food: Spinach Alfrado
Favorite Drink: Blueberry Pomegranate Smoothies
Favorite Hobby: Playing guitar
Favorite Place: His Recording Station
Favorite Color: Cobalt Blue
Favorite song: Monster by Skillet

Habits
~ Rizos always touches his
right ear when it rains,
due to the accident that
nearly took his whole ear.
~When Rizos get nervous,
he plays with his tongue ring,
clicking it along his teeth.

Quirks
~ Tail Twitch: Not knowing to many,
when his personality switches,
his tail does a small twitch.
This is the only small hint
of the other personality taking over.
~ Closed Eye Raise:
While he is listening to music,
and someone interrupts him,
he simply raises his eyebrows
while keeping his eyes closed--
only to open them to give the person
an annoyed look.

Fears:
Heights: Rizos is terrified of heights. He refuses to even get in elevators--always takes the stairs, and refuses to get near any windows that are not ground level.
Alone Forever: Because of his lack of being able to make friends, Rizos is scared of being alone for the rest of his life.
It Taking Over: One of his biggest fears is the other personality becoming the dominant personality, leaving him to be stuck in the back seat, watching as the other personality destroys everything he has managed to keep.

Biggest Secrets:
~ Other than his owner, he is the only one that knows of the personality, and he considers it his most precious secret that he will only tell those who manage to withstand his other personality.
~ His ear was nearly lost in his childhood accident, and his fur is shorter on his ear where it has healed. Not many notice it unless they go to take his head phones off.
~Not many know of the tragic accident that left him orphan and he only tells if forced.
~ He sings in the shower.

Likes
Rock Music
Quiet
Solitude
His Mp3
Night
Cats

Dislikes
Storms
Large Crowds
Piano Music
Birds
Loud noises
Interruptions

What's In his Pouch?:
Guitar Pick
Mp3 player
Music Book


History:
I remember the day it was born as if it happened yesterday. The day it returned, somehow so different than the first, and the continued struggles I go through to keep him at bay, and myself in control. Even as I speak I can feel him clawing to be free, to lash out at anyone around, and leave him a hollow shell of who I am now, but for you to understand both he and I you must first learn how he came to be.

The last thing I remember was the rain hitting my soft fur and the flashing lights. Several voices were audible as hands ran over my body, and a sharp pain seemed to be coming from my ear. It all seemed a blur as the darkness overtook me. I awoke in a clinic for JBDs, with people hovering over me. Wires everywhere, a thick bandage over my ear. My ear had almost been removed in the accident. No one spoke, just came in, wrote on the chart, and seemed to have pity in their eyes as the bustled around the room. It didn’t take long for then news to come, due to my parents' injuries, they could not care for the baby bean. It had been decided that I would be sent to an orphanage. The news hit me like bricks, as I cried myself to sleep that night. The nurses told me that my parents’ condition had left them with no memory of me, and so it was for the best. It still seemed to leave an invisible wound, to know my parents had forgotten me and abandoned at an orphanage.

The next day, I was left to bathe and get ready to leave. They had a bag with some of my belongings, and soon was greeted by two humans, and an elder bean who seemed to have a knowing look in his eye. As we walked the hall, he spoke of how I would be adopted in no time, and that I hadn’t need to have a care in the world. His words seemed to become a mumble as I was consumed with some other thoughts of my parents, and what would happen to me now that I was being taken to this place. Who would tuck me in at night, and sing lullabies to me as I fell asleep? Would the other kids be nice or pick on me? These thoughts and more raced through my head, but I couldn’t be ready for what was about to happen as we got in the car and the walked through the door of the orphanage.

The walls were lined with bunk beds, and small places where everyone kept their stuff. Listening to everyone talk, I kept to a single bed in the back. I was scared and alone, or so I had thought, as a sense of calm seemed to come over me. I didn’t know it then, but do now know, that was when it was born. “Shhhh, everything will be fine, little one, I will be there to protect you when you need it, but tell no one of my existence, or I will have to leave you, understand?” a voice whispered. I got an image of a shadowed figure that shared my eyes. They were kind, and his smile reassuring, and I felt myself instantly trusting him. He quickly became my only friend. I spent everyday talking to, as everyone else called it, my imaginary friend. If anyone tried to bully or tease me, they seemed to quickly walk away, though I never could figure out why. Until the day came, that I was pulled into the office because of what they saw as alarming behavior. Telling me I would snap or tease others, and often get into arguments with others, when I had no memory of it, but that never made a difference. I was told that till I could control myself that I would not be allowed to play with others.

I never figured it out till it was too late to make friends. I was 12 years old when the human walked in and asked to see me. Kind eyes and smile she bent down at my level, which wasn’t that hard, as she wasn’t that tall, but she’d asked the question I’d waited to hear for 10 long years: if I would like to go home with her, and of course I said yes. In the back of my mind I could hear it warning me not to go, that it wasn’t safe, that I was safe with him, that I needed to stay, but I continued to push him out of the thoughts. I grabbed my stuff and head out the door as the girl signed the papers. I was finally going to a place I could call home.

A month after I’d been adopted, it seemed odd... She would always scold me for breaking things, or saying hateful things, and it seemed to come at random times, but she never could stay mad at me long. It did put a wedge between us bonding, making myself a studio and even buying me my first guitar, she quickly began to leave me to my own devices. For a year I was content with that, but then it started to happen again with no memory of ever doing anything. Other than watching TV with her, or simply reading the same book, she would claim I had broken or done something hateful. Those arguments were the worst, until one night I got the eerie feeling of something dark being there with me. “Miss me?" a voice growled and I felt as if ice coursed through my veins. It was back, and was different. I knew that from that moment, as I could see his memories because he allowed it. As if to mock me, that it had been him all along. After hours of thinking about it, I decided to talk to her and tell her what I discovered. My only fear was that she would be like all those other adults and scoff at me, but to my surprise, she didn’t, telling me she had seen this before and asked me what his name was and when he had been born.

That night I told her everything and anything I could remember. She sat and listened to me, and I realized then that I had someone to help me fight this. I wasn’t alone. But also that she was his main target now, but she didn’t care, saying that she would help me, but we had to learn his name. That was something I had never learned, and still have yet today. Control is all that I have, and even now I fear him taking over me.

Art:

Running Through the Endless Night-by ravenhowl
Private Jamming Session-by Calico Tabby
Rockin the Accessories-by ty_tay
Just Beneath the Skin-by ty_tay

Sculpture

Unpainted Version

So I wanted to get these pictures up here, just in case I don't have time to paint him all together. This took me about 2-3 days to finish, and I couldn't get the claws right so he has paws. Maybe once I get better tools, I'll do a more realistic one if I win him, but I'm really proud of this, and I hope you can see how hard I worked on it even if the picture quality isn't the best.
Back view
Left side
Front View
Right View

Painted Version

This took forever, and I still don't think I got his colors spot on, but as close as I could, and didn't think that the tail placement would make it so hard to do his markings on that side. Overall I'm very happy with it, and wish I had the proper tools to sculpt clay this was all done by hand and a butter knife and the end of a paint brush.

Close up face shot
Back View
Left Side
Front View
Right Side

Final Note:

I normally don't do one of these one because I'm horrible with them and two because I usually ramble, but I've decided I really wanted to express that though my form isn't the prettiest or even the longest I really did pour my heart and soul into the form it's taken me weeks to get it all pulled together with all the life obstacles I thought that he would slip through my fingers as I did my best to put a form together from my phone and the days I could actually go to the library. I'll have to thank everyone who did art for me since I wasn't able to do it myself and you Polar for putting this guy up for adoption I wish you luck as you go through the process of judging I know it's not gonna be easy.

[Dragon Fox]

Dropped out.... I just didnt feel the connection. :c
The winner better take GREAT care of him/her though! x3

[zakki]

Probably dropping out, might still enter, most likely not.

[Novi]

;-; this would cheer me up greatly. -sits on post-

Username: roger ;; at your service, Polar. c: I'm an avid member of the fanchat (as you've seen), and though I am a non-owner, I'm still an active member of the JBD community. (Well, I think I am.)
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[.siren]

D i v a n L i l l i M a r i a
Username: A L O N E
I played soldier you played king
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I get up
and nothing, gets me down,
you got it tough
I’veseen the
toughest around.
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=name: Devan
=meaning: Poet
=origin: Irish
=pronunciation: Dev-an
=middle name: Lilli
=last name: Maria
=nicknames: Dev is the most common <3
=gender: Female
=theme song: Spanish fly-Van Halen
=age: 22
=birthday: April 3
=zodiac: Aries, the ram
=ruling planet: Mars
=chinese Zodiac: Rabbit
=element: Fire

Bi-Polar ☾ Shy ☾Sweet ☾Agressive☾Softspoken
Personality = Dev is a bit.. bi-polar. She’s sweet and loving at one moment then just wants to be alone and turns angry. She loves to spend time with friends, then on other occasions she just wants to be left alone so she can get stuff done. Also, not helping her bi-polar issue she’s got ADD, though sometimes it’s really noticeable and others its not. Dev loves to channel her feelings in her writings or even drawings. Though she can't help but take pictures of the things that either calm her down, or make her happy.

Aᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀɪᴇs:

• Bracelet
• Tie
• Lace up glove
• Piercings
  Hᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ:
• Vampire
  
  In h e r pouch
  
  • Twizzlers
  • A bottle of pop
  • Lucky signed guitar pic
  • Ipod
  • Pair of British shutter glasses
  Aɴᴛʜʀᴏ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ:
  
  • Ripped Skinny Jeans
  • Off shoulder shirt
  • Converse boots
  Aɴᴛʜʀᴏ Sᴡɪᴍ:
  
  • bikini
  Aɴᴛʜʀᴏ PJs:
  
  • Tank top
  • Baggy pants
  • Socks
  Aɴᴛʜʀᴏ Fᴀɴᴄʏ:
  
  • Black dress
  • heels
  
  What’s in her pouch
  
  • Camera
  • Her journal
  • Lead pencil
  • Mp3
  • A bag for her rocks

[ b]D e v a n s F a v o r i t e T h i n g s[/b]
Snack:; Cookies
Fruit:; Mango
Song:; Jump-Van Halen
Band:; Sleeping with Sirens
Singer:; Kellin Quinn
Hobbie:; Rock collecting/Photography
Video game:; Amped
Book:; The Beast of Noor
Number:; 12
Stuffed Animal:; A panda
Animal:; Wolf
Person:; Shakespeare
Poem:; The Raven- Edgar Allen Poe
Drink:; Rootbeer x Blue raspberry slushie
Cupcake:; Mint chocolate cupcake
Dance:; Cupid Shuffle
Anime:; Swim & Darker than Black
Dislikes
Large crowds
Bullys
Spiders
Being board
Cold weather
Getting dirty
Mud
Having no music
Sad movies
Likes
Mangos
Day dreaming
Singing
Music
Playing drums
Writing
Drawing
Alone *sometimes*
His friends
Roller coasters
Relaxing
Night
The Rain
Thunder

Dev 's medical records.

Jellybean Dragon
Height: 17"
Weight: 20 lbs
Left Eye: Gold
Right Eye: Gold
Body Modifications: Lip piercing
Sexuality: Strait
Anthro
Height: 5"11
Weight: 130 Ibs
Left Eye: Gold
Right Eye: Gold
Body Modifications: Lip piercing

Drowning

ADD
Bi-Polar
OCD

Heart Ache *sketch*
Missing your *sketch*
[url=http://i1325.photobucket.com/albums/u633/FallenWolfintheDawn/515_zpsffcadda0.jpg] Dysfuncational *colored*

[ [D A Y D R E A M] ]
The rain hit the window as Devan relaxed, hugging her pillow close to her chest. The music played in her ears softly as she thought about her mother. Everything had changed when she passed on. She let a sigh escape her jaws and closed her golden eyes. Curling up more to her pillow she let the rain mix in with the soft music. Slowly Devan sat up and grabbed her photo album. As she looked through the pictures a small smile appeared on her face. It seemed like just yesterday, she and her mom were having fun. Playing in the sunshine, building sand castles. Then it all ended, so quickly. A tear slid down her furry cheek so she wiped it away and put the album back hopping off her bed. She sat down and though about how she died, it was nothing more than a heart-attack but it was enough to kill her heart.
Another tear fell.
Gritting her teeth he walked on her bandana hanging around her neck as she flicked her tail. She looked up, those days were the best...

A giggle escaped Devan’s throat as she chased her mom, their fur shimmering in the sunlight as they ran through the sand. A day at the beach, it was a family tradition to do every Saturday. As they played, he got even happier. After a few hours of playing the two settled down to enjoy a nice lunch of cookies and a salad. “Mommy I don’t want today to end.” She said chewing on her m&m cookie. She mother smiled, “Me either, I love you Divan.” She nuzzled her only daughter before standing up, the clouds gathered in the blue sky. The saddening grey predicted what was going to happen.
As the two walked home the rain begun to fall harder and harder. The mom sighed and pulled her Devan close to her body to keep her dry. Everything was perfect, Devan thought as she took off splashing in the puddles. Looking back at her mom she giggled. “Come on mommy!” She squealed as she splashed herself in the face....

Note:
If I win her i will finish this and write it actually how I want it done <3
It will be journal entrys ^^

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Personal Playlist-Artist
Queen
Sleeping with Siren's
Black Veil Brides
Heart
Papa Roach
Hinder
Linkon Park
The Rolling Stones
Bob Segar
You Me At Six
Bring Me The Horizon
Amy Wine House

If I Win
The thought of winning makes my heart want to stop. The first thing I’d do is cry, and probably hurry up with chores to get money for her very own sketch pad. I’d start on sketches right away and color-ins so I have as much cute pictures of her as possible. Then the roleplaying begins x3. Though I will more than likely have more sketches of her during the week I do have school,s he will be very active in RPs on the weekends, also I will be even more active on the fansite .
Vows
I, A L O N E, do swear that I am capable of caring for this bean. I will sketch her as I can, drawing to the best quality I can. Though my outside life may stand in the way, I will care for Devan to the fullest extent possible. Should PolarAzulTigris find me incompetent, I will prove my love by sketching her in my time away from the chat or chickensmoothie. I've I have a busy schedule I will be sure to get on and roleplay with her when I find a spare moment in my life. If I can no longer take care of Devan I will ask Polar to give her to someone who can fully take care of her.
JBD 515, D e v a n
Good luck to all <3
I would enjoy to call her my own ;_;
I have sketches ready to fill in if I win her<3
Thank you Polar for giving us this chance to win <3




(c)Art by me
(c)Species by Hiccup
(c)Design by PolarAzulTigris

[burnside]

Dropping out, he just doesnt click right ;3;
Winner may have the art <3

[fallenfishy]

Username;;

Just call me Fallen or Fish.

Name;;

Hypersonik
Also commonly called Nik

Name meaning;;

As a child, she was never given a name so for a while she was called Punk, Kid, No-Name and many others, yet she responded to all of them. She felt like she was missing something for a long time and then she realized she had the freedom of choosing her own name. For a long while the contemplated this because she was beginning to learn that she had control over her own life and no one could tell her what to do or what to call her. She finally decided on a name simply because she wanted to be like her idols: Avenged Sevenfold. They all have unusual nicknames and she liked that. Hypersonik came to her mind because it relates to sound: music, it's her passion. Also, simply because it sounds awesome , like no one will mess with her if this is her name.

Gender;;

Female
Now most would see her as a male, but I see a wild and crazy female that has a 'live life to the fullest' attitude and doesn't give a crap about what's going to happen in the future.

Favorite song;;

Welcome to the Family - Avenged Sevenfold

Why it is her favorite song;;

For starters, it is her absolute favorite band. They might as well be gods because she practically based a religion around them. Everyone around her knows how much she is into them. Secondly, it is the beat that captivates her. She knows she has an ear for music in songs, this is always the first thing she hears, not the lyrics. If the music isn't good, then she doesn't like it. The drums, she thinks, are good enough and fit into the song, but her favorite part of the song is the guitar, especially the solo. Now, there are drums during it, but that just adds to it. She loves the way electric guitars sound and she thinks this solo sounds especially beautiful. Her life goal is actually to learn how to play the guitar and she believes that Avenged Sevenfold are the perfect examples. Finally, it is the lyrics, she feels like they were made for her, like there's someone out there that actually understands her and isn't just pretending. The song is about how addiction can't be fought and how it just tears family and friends apart. That addiction is just a path to nowhere and possibly even death. She believes that this is why she has never gotten to see any of her family as they never really cared. That is the main reason why she loves this song.

Other songs she recommends;;

Not that she cares what you listen to, but if you don't hear these songs and like them, she will find you.
Numb - Linkin Park
- It's an inspirational song to her to show that she wants to be her own person, not what someone wants her to be.
I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin
- A song that talks about how everyone is beginning to feel in our world. She likes it because it is a perfect description of her feelings.
Backwards - Matthias
- Yet another inspirational song that explains how she feels and it feels good to her that this isn't just her problem. It's also one of the songs she loves to play on her guitar.
Hurt - Johnny Cash
- Johnny Cash is a legend in her eyes, much like everyone else's. This is the very first song she learned to play on her guitar so it is a sentimental song to her.

Flame color;;

Her flame color actually fluctuates based on her mood, but she has two very common colors for her. It has been shown that the hottest flames are colors like purple, white, or blue and, normally, she will spew out a bright white flame that is tinted blue. That is when she is feeling angry, happy, excited, or surprised; the more energetic emotions. Now, the other color common to her is red and it is actually a lot weaker of a flame than normal. The closer a flame color is to red, the colder it is so this a relatively cool flame. This will be what she breathes out when she is depressed, sick, hurt, or frightened; the much weaker emotions.

Personality;;

On the outside, Nik is wild, disobedient, aggressive, and confident. Or at least it seems that way. She is also an extreme lover of music.
Wild
- Nik seems to always have energy to be doing things. Some even believe she never sleeps, yet it does seem true. She is also a volatile loose cannon, you never know what she's going to do next. Even she doesn't know, but she likes it. It seems to add to her spontaneous character. Also, it seems to add a fear element to herself, which she loves because she feels like she can control people with it.
Disobedient
- She seems to always want to do exactly what she's told not to do. Her problem is that she doesn't like to be controlled so she's showing, in her own way, that she can't, no matter what you do. It also gives her a thrill when she does the wrong thing because she knows she's not supposed to do it. And the cherry on top is their reaction when they find out what she did.
Aggressive
- Nik is just naturally pugnacious. It's like she always wants to get into fights with other people. They're usually just started because someone got too close to her or tried touched her stuff. When she is upset, she is irate a d will attack tooth and claw. Otherwise, she will bite you with her words, and that is usually more painful.
Confident
- At least she seems that way. This is normally how she is: pretending she knows everything. Yes, it does annoy people quite easily, but she doesn't care. This is also where she works up the courage to flirt, and boy does she flirt with everything. When she's wearing this face, she doesn't seem to give a crap about what anyone thinks.
Music Lover
- If you have spent at least five minutes with her, you would know this. If there is just a small gap in the conversation, this is what she will bring up and she will not allow anyone to change the topic until she is done. She feels like she needs to educate people who don't have good tastes in music. This is a very genuine part of her and is most of who she is.

The inside is who she really is and that includes her being insecure, caring, and needy.
Insecure
In reality, Nik is always anxious about what's going to happen. She is never sure of what she's doing; if it's right or wrong. Even with her appearance she is never confident about it, which is why she carries around a small mirror. She has to constantly be checking to see if anything is off on her face.
Caring
Now Nik actually cares, just not about other people. She cares about what's going to happen to her in the future. The only exception are people that she is actually close to, but she doesn't really have anyone to care about yet. It would have to be her child for her to care about them.
Needy
The only reason she flirts with other people is because she needs to feel loved. Being deprived of this as a child, she has grown to have an unhealthy need for it. She is easily hurt by rejection and sometimes seems quite frantic or desperate. Ultimately, she is selfish and needs the attention of another living thing.

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[Cerulean-wolf]

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alone the night is heavy with dread
and creatures stir beneath it
with the battle in my head
I am sure to l o o s e it
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.♚: Username :♚.
My username is Cerulean-wolf.
I currently have no other beans, I'd like to make this guy here my first one.

.♚: Name :♚.
Asgard "Ozzy" Lark
This bean's name is Asgard Lark, more commonly known as simply "Ozzy."
Asgard: (as-gard) Asgard is a name of Old-Norse orgin, it means "Gods' courtyard." In Norse mythology it was the eternal dwelling place of the Gods.
Lark: (l-ar-k) Lark is of Middle English origin and is the name of a songbird. Larks are small songbirds that have more melodious songs than most birds.
Asgard grew up with a mother who was a dancer and a father who was a singer/song writer, so of course their love for the musical arts would reflect onto their child. They chose the name Asgard because of the beans royal and powerful appearance, he never looked like the kid who would be very docile. Also for his purple markings. In old times purple dye was rare, so only high class people would have purple clothing. They hoped their son would become a powerful and well-off adult, so they started with the name in hopes it would have some effect on him and perhaps make him love music as much as they did.

.♚: Gender :♚.
Asgard is a male ♂

.: Asgard :.



.: Name :.
Asgard Lark

.: Nickname :.
Ozzy

.: Number :.
#515

.: Age :.
21 years old

.: Birthday:.
26th of August, 1992.

.: Physical Build :.
Large Bull size

.: Star Sign :.
Virgo ♍

.: Features :.
Long-fluff
black and gold eyes
curled/ram horns
Grown out mane

.: Instrument of choice:.
Guitar

.: Song :.
Don't Fear The Reaper

.: Music Genre:.
Rock music

.: Status :.
Single

.: Health :.
Healthy

.: Sexuality :.
straight

.: Known by friends as :.
The King (of rock)

.♚: Favourite Song :♚.
Asgard's favourite song of all is Don't Fear The Reaper.
Almost everyone has a song they heard over and over during their childhood, this was Asgard's. His father would play it over and over until little Ozzy fell asleep in his arms. For Asgard it's his whole beanhood in a song, just a few moments. It makes him happy and feel brave.

"(Don't Fear) The Reaper"

[Written by Blue Oyster Cult]

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...
Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday... Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday... Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear we couldn't go on
The door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

Come on baby... And we had no fear
And she ran to him... Then they started to fly
We looked backward and said goodbye
We had become like they are
She had taken his hand
We had become like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

.♚: Soundtrack :♚.

Blue Stahli - Ultra Numb

Biffy Clyro - Black Chandeliers

Breaking Benjamin - Firefly

Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow

Red - Who We Are

Three Days Grace - Animal I Have Become

" hold on this ship is going down "

.♚: Personality :♚.
Asgard is a broken and battered soul. Although some of him was fixed from years of abuse as a child. Months of being rejected and told he was not good enough. That he was a disgrace. This is a new Asgard from the old one of before. He is a loner, he tends to stay home alone writing new songs and staying away from the public eye. He thinks no one can hurt him if he is hidden away. No one can make more scars after the old ones were just healed, even if just a little. Over time he will learn to return to the world, maybe even go on tour with his guitar. He takes great value in the smallest memories and tiniest things, he learnt they can be the most important. He has a sour temper and no urge to socialize, but he will slowly, over time let beans in to help him be what he was suppose to be. To become the bean his parents saw in him after he first hatched. He thinks he is worthless and looks down on himself. He is self-judging and almost never thinks any thing he does is good enough. Asgard is learning though, and one day he will be great again.

.♚: History :♚.
An egg, a rather large egg, lay hidden in it's mother's pouch. Then the sound they'd been longing to hear; cracking. Within the hour, a bean who was rather large for his age lay before proud first time parents, eyes still sealed shut. A few days had his eyes open. His parents didn't care about the strange colouring. His father thought it was quirky, his mother thought it was charming, in an odd sort of way. A musician and a dancer had given birth to what they'd hoped would be a future star. A powerful bean with no one to hold him back from his true potential.

Things went sour from there though. His parents understood, but the rest of the world thought he was a scary beast whom would destroy them. No one wanted apart of the freaky weirdo. "Looser! Weirdo! What the fudge is up with your eyes?!" Taunts thrown at him everyday of his young life. He wouldn't stand for it though, no. Someday he would have his revenge. Until then, it's when he heard it.

'Come on baby, don't fear the reaper.'

A future was born for the young teenager. Armed with only a guitar and a dream he took to the streets to be 'discovered' and made a star. He lived behind abandoned buildings, got food from restaurant bins. Not the glamorous life he'd dreamed of as a rock star. The hate for the world welled up inside of him. A hate, a rage so violent it fueled his music and himself. He pushed away those who wanted to befriend him. He needed no one's charity, he was a king. A king of music, even if those pitiful loosers that surrounded him didn't believe it. So many years of pain and abuse have their affect on a poor man's broken soul.

~~~

One miserable rainy night, the water falls in sheets and soaks Asgard to his very bone, making him seem smaller than usual, he sees a bean. A bean who had made his childhood a living hell on Earth. "I'll show you what being different can be. I'll show you what I can be!" He roars, chasing after the dragon. They ran, the two dragons in a game of cat and mouse in the city. Thick traffic and polluted, used air ignored the goings on. So does everyone else. There was no help for him. At last, the JBD was cornered in an alley way, no path to escape. "I'll show you." Asgard taunts, dragging a claw lightly across the dragon's throat. "Please, man! I-I-I..." He squirms beneath Asgard's weight. He raises a heavy paw, about to bring it down on the great beast who had caused him to be an outcast, to be living of the streets, to be a virus in the veins of a dying city.

"Asgard, no!"

Someone screams behind him, a voice full of sheer terror at the event about to unfold. A distinctly female voice. A voice he remembers. Reality slipps away from Asgard, his mind in another place, flashing back. It's a beautiful day, clouds forming pillars and towers of a castle in the sky so perfect one could live in it forever. A pretty girl sits beside him, her laugh like the jingle of bells on Christmas, or the pristine singing of a songbird. "I love you, Asgard." She says, her voice faint and dream-like. "I love you." He smiled back. He's so happy right in this moment, the rest of the world, his life doesn't matter. Then it breaks away from him. It feels like the most beautiful thing he could imagine slipped through his fingers. "Come on baby..." The females voice picks out the tune, beckoning him to follow.

"Don't fear the reaper." His voice continues the lyrics. His voice is different than what she remembers. She remembers a confident voice. An orchestra inside him. Now it is gruff, yet weakened. He looks different too, large horn curl around his ears and fur hangs over his eyes, slick with rain. "Couldn't if I tried." Her gentle nightingale voice calls out again.

"It's you." He says, sounding estranged. "Yes. Now let him go, Asgard." She commands, strong and firmly. He reluctantly lowers his paw and feels the fire in his chest diminish. He falls to the ground, sobbing into the wet puddles on the concrete. She wraps warm arms around his neck, and they both sit for hours. Asgard sobs. He has not cried for a very long time, and he doesn't know how to feel right now. "I thought I lost you!" He roars in pain. He thought she was forever gone. "But I'm here now." She soothes the raging beast of a dragon inside him. He cries himself out.

They go back to her apartment, she wraps him in a blanket and sings to him softly, he is lulled to sleep.

~~~

Asgard lost the love of his life again, a house fire. No one could have done anything to prevent it. Over time as he stayed with his old friend and lover, he healed. She help fix scars on his heart society put there. She helped put out the raging fire and tame the lion that was his emotions. He was fixed, as much as he could be anyway. There will always be a part of him that is broken, a part no one can fix until someone else like her comes along to fix it.

He stayed in her apartment, taking it on as his own after it was fixed up. His music career picked up, he plays three nights a week at a local night club and basks on the streets for some extra cash.

And for once in his life,

Life is good.

.♚: A Word :♚.
I'd just like to put a word in. I've really come to love Asgard so much over the course of this form. He's a broken and battered soul, I can sort of relate at a distant level. Nothing would make me happier than to bring him home with me.

He would be my first bean, an honor and a privilege. He will over time heal more of the scars left on him and mentally prepare himself for life as usual. I plan to slowly introduce him to other beans in private 1x1 roleplays, then perhaps advance to the JBD chat. He won't find a lover again for a long time, he still misses her. He will start of my jam of JBDs, slowly becoming friends with any beans I do aquire in future.

It will be a slow road with many twists and turns, but I want to be the one see Asgard become that hero and magnificent bean his parents once saw in him, and that I see in him now. He'll move on from the apartment to his own place. His career in rock music will take off and he'll start loving life, not trying to hide from it and his past. Asgard will be the story to so many beans and maybe even people that the worst in us can be fixed, and we can become the very best.

Thanks for reading my form, I hope you enjoyed.