[Salt]

And he's indeed glowing. His shiny horns obviously very attention grabbing, his pelt as gorgeous as always, but his eyes, nonetheless captivating, and for some reason, you just can't look away.

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Salt

Name:

Axxel

Gender:

Male

Favorite song:

Burn it Down by Link Park

History:

Axxel was never in any close relationships with his family. There was nothing in common with him and his parents, and they didn't talk to him much anyway. They were just there. As he never had the introduction to beans his own age, he never went to go search them out on his own. Axxel became rather lonesome, therefore turned to rock, which made him feel that such presence was with him when he listened.

As a child, nothing was better soothing Axxel to sleep than a nice rock song, and sometimes he would stay up all night just to hear it all. When he picked up his first guitar at age ten, it was obvious that he was born to play. After playing a few years on the guitar, and making some of his own tunes, the interest in drums was born. Axxel taught himself how to play them both at the same time, which created him his own band.

The band was the great release Axxel had been wanting for his entire life. He felt like a big weight was taken off of his shoulders. And soon, began to make a name of himself through his love and passion; rock.

So instead.. he looks at you. You feel intimidated, yet so welcomed into his life. You walk closer, only to have it seem like he's drifting farther and farther, the closer you think you're getting.

Personality:
Rebellious would be one way to describe Axxel.
He's usually not too pushy, but usually it's his way, or the highway. Axxel likes to have his way with things, which many times leads to conflict between himself and other beans, resulting in him keeping to himself most of the time, shutting himself out of the world and just simplifying it down to him and his good ol' friend rock. Sure, he'd like to have company, but a lot of time.. company just doesn't like to have him. His horns, an eery glossy shine, unlike the usual rough, dull horns seen on the typical batch of beans. And not to mention the white of his eyes being.. black. Beans are just naturally pulled away, which doesn't help his cause in anyway. Plus, he doesn't exactly have the personality of a princess.

Axxel is a bit of a trouble-maker, blandly put. It's his way of fun, his way of excitement. A little bit of vandalism is exactly what Axxel does in the late of night to feel his blood pulsing through his veins.

Impulsive. Impulsive, impulsive, impulsive. There's a mess on the wall? Why not complete the work, and make it messier! A broken soda machine? Free soda for all! A damsel in distress? Let's go trampling head over heels to save her! Anything!

A famous trait of Axxel's is.. ignoring! You're saying something he definitely does not want to hear then, it all goes in one ear.. and out the other!

Axxel can definitely act cocky, it's kind of his way to boost his own esteem (poor guy), he's a pretty insecure bean on the inside.

A definite daredevil Axxel is. A triple dog dare? Heck, Axxel would be halfway through the task! He'd do anything for some fame or recognition.

One surprising trait, is Axxel has very sensitive feelings. He's a lover, a hater, a dreamer, and a kid. He dreams, yes, too much sometimes, but it makes him just a little bit happier on the inside, just a little closer to that closed door in his imagination. Just that much closer, is the difference between happiness and emotionless.

And when you finally reach him face to face, you feel galaxies apart. You can't help yourself, and you ask, "What are you?"

[Fancy Cat.]

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[Meep Meep]

reserved so hard<3

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[petrify]

In love with thid bean, reserved, will work on it today. <3
dropping out, my friends is signed up for him and I'm rooting for her! ^^ <333

[windinginterloper]

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Name: Lucas
Gender: Male
Favorite song: Because of You - Nickleback
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WIP!

[Cane]

Dropping out<3

[Scribblestar]

May darkness bring you power
Username:-Mario-
Name: Mal (Means "Evil" in spanish)
Gender:She is a female. With all that purple, she must be!
Favorite song: I wrote this myself..um....er...hope you like it?
I took a walk down a broken street
No one with me to keep me safe
In all this firey heat
I needed no one to keep me alive
Cause the firey heat is whats inside of me!

(Corus)
Oh oh, oh oh,
No one to help me,
Oh, ohhhhhhh
I don't need help anyone to save me!!
In alll this firey heat,
Cause the fire is inside me!

With all the fire here,
You think it would have gone to my head,
But none can escape my firey leer!!!!!
Cause the fires whats inside me...

(Repeat corus)

I want the fire to stay......




History: WIP
Personality: She is a bean that is quite, but a bit on the firey side. She will lash out on any one that says anything about her, and she will fight to death for what she loves.
Art: WIP

[.forever.]

Yep deffinetly trying.

I listened to the song amd was like "He's Perfect."

So yep. That will be his song forever sincebit deffiently sticks with him. I stared at him for like 5 minutes and felt like this the whole time:



If you want to see my form, CLICK HERE

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b e c a u s e t h e r e i s n o r e a s o n t o b e h a p p y.

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Wyrd
An avid stalker of JBDs, although only recently I've had the time and coding knowledge to try out for a long contest. Fanforum account~ ^^;
Name:
Deimos
The name of the Greek God of terror, he was the pure personification of terror and fright brought on by war-fare. 'Deimos' is a fitting name, considering his back story, design, and personality.
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If you're brave, you may consider calling him 'Demmy', which he is a nickname he has a love-hate relationship with.
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Male
Do you see him as anything else? The colors alone, even the darker purple, cry out masculine to me.
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Shimmer and Shine by Ben Harper; He considers it to be basic summary of what his life had been like up to his adult-hood, and .

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It will be funny in about ten years.

History:
Born to two normal beans, Deimos would have had the perfect life. Keywords being 'would have'.
His egg had been a plain gray color, and his parents were satisfied with this. Even then, they knew the dangers of a dark colored bean; the anger, the anxiety, the problems and depression that came with having a dark pelt. The gray could have been complimented by any bright color, and when Deimos hatched out of that egg, his plain gray pelt began to show the markings as he aged. First came a darker gray above the plain gray, and this worried his parents. They became aggravated, worried, and anxious themselves, not knowing how to handle the unpredictable dark bean. But by then, Deimos was developing his own personality, completely separate from the hysterics of a dark hued one. He was a bright and cheery bean, one who ignored the teasing of his brighter colored jam mates, but as time went by, things got to him.

It started as a buzzing feeling under his fur, one he could never shake. This came about around the time that his nearly black coloration came in, and the teasing started up again. Names followed him through the jam as he moved about, everything from 'depressed', even though Deimos was perfectly happy, and 'temper-mental', even though Demmy had never snapped at anyone. It bothered him a bit, why did they have to force those stereotypes on him? Wouldn't they allow him to be his own bean, and determine who he wanted to be, without all those names...? Apparently not.

It only got deeper when the final color came into place. That solid purple color that laced down his back pushed his parents away from him. They refused him as their son, and never talked to him. Whispers in the jam claimed that it was because Demmy had snapped at them, confirming that all dark colored beans were always devilish and evil- Like the blacks in their pelts, their hearts were as shadowy. Deimos hadn't snapped at them now, and despite his urgings, never could reconnect with anyone. He was driven away by his jam, forced to lead a life on his own.

He never mentioned to them his ability to 'see' sounds with color, for the fear that he would be shunned even more. He only ever wanted to fit in, to belong, but it seemed to the others as he grew more and more reserved and quiet and had a few outlashes that Deimos was more of a danger. What would they had said if he told them that sounds made impressions on his mind that moved and allowed him to 'see' sound in a way he was sure no one else could in his jam? Deimos didn't want to know, and he never wanted to, that was for sure.

The weary bean made his way through the woods, not focusing on much, just simply put, lost. He no longer had a home, a family, or the protection and shelter of a jam. Life was tough, difficult, and dangerous. Several times, Deimos had to take cover from the predators that would happily make a meal out of him while he was out foraging for his favorite fruit- Blueberries. Back when he was younger, Demmy used to peel the blue skin back from the blueberry, and marvel at the fact that the inside was a brighter color- And green of all things!- and he thought that maybe, he could be a blueberry like bean. Dark on the outside, but a bright and cheery bean on the inside. Although now, Deimos had been brutally stripped of that chance, and had become a truly dark bean.

The nightmares haunted him in his sleep, brushing down his pelt, only to tear their claws into his flesh as he slept. Names drifted in the fog of his memories, rising at the worst moments of insecurity, and they only rose to their worst when he felt secure. Taunts tore him apart as his horns came in, the pain two-fold as he spent days alone, wandering about. His strength left him with every paw step as the horrors of his childhood sucked out the energy from his limbs. Eventually, Deimos settled in a hollow log, preparing for the last days that he would have to fight against this overwhelming emptiness that filled him with a despairing echo.

The horror left him though, when he realized that his past no longer mattered. It had come to him when he was drifting in and out of sleep, never moving except to eat a few blueberries that he had gathered before hand. Strength filled him with such a strong tug of hope, that Deimos emerged from the log ten days later, a starving and much skinnier and matted version of the bean that had entered the log, but also a more stable bean than he had been. Deimos knew that his personality would never be truly fixed, but there were ways to express himself, ways that he discovered as he wandered about, leaving his sorrow in his shadow as he moved from place to place.

Once, he stumbled upon a forest fire. He stood on a nearby rock-face, watching the trees burn to crisp under the hot, and stagnant air that marked the middle of summer. Smoke filled his lungs as a tongue of flame crept up the trunk of a tree below him, and Deimos simply stared, uttering, "Just like my childhood, burnt to a crisp by forces I couldn't control." He stopped to think for a moment before he would leave, "And just like me, this forest will grow back, better than before. But the scars will remain."

I'd rather be dead than cool.

Personality:

The inside;
Deimos doesn't consider himself the 'cool kid', and thus, like any normal organism, will easily show his flaws to those that he trusts. Outwardly, Deimos has an uninterested atmosphere to him, and prefers to be left to his own devices. Some may consider him to be a calm bean with a rough streak every now and then, but they can't see the tumult beneath the surface of this mask Deimos wears. Inside, Deimos is a conflicted bean, with facets to a personality that he can't always control. Anger, pain, suffering, and anxiety add to his stress, and within a meager second, he can snap, sending himself over the 'deep end'. You never know what might cause Deimos to lose it, it might simply be a sudden loud noise, or a simple statement that he found offensive. He's easily offended, easily annoyed, and very much so pessimistic. But, there's an issue Deimos can't fix, and that is he can't see the damage he causes, the damage that he leaves in his wake so gracefully that it's eerie. Deimos can say something, see the tears running down someone else's face, and he'll be lost for words, lost for the manners that would help him build a successful relationship.

And the outside;
Despite this inner war he has hidden away, Deimos follows others, and doesn't always lead unless something compels him to do so. He doesn't find it easy being the center of attention, and he loves to hang onto his anonymity as much as he can. The silent type, Deimos only speaks when required, saving his breath for functioning and living. It's not that he doesn't enjoy talking to others when the opportunity presents itself, it's that he doesn't find it necessary to always be conversing with someone, especially if that someone gets on his nerves. Deimos tends to avoid stressful situations, and will purposely place himself away from positions of leadership, places of conflict, or anything that could spike his hysteria. Many see him as being the 'loner type' or the 'outcast', but to be perfectly honest, it's simply that Deimos doesn't want to place himself in a situation where he could injure others, or himself. Subconsciously, Deimos makes sure that he doesn't put himself into something where he could damage someone else as easily as he was damaged.

And the Flaws;

Just like everyone else ever born, Deimos has his flaws. Many are left overs from his childhood, small, apparently insignificant triggers that can cause Deimos to spit venom. these include any form of name calling, taunting, or being rude over a factor that one cannot control. Deimos didn't chose to have a dark pelt, did he? But just as doesn't like others judging each other by their looks, he doesn't judge others by their looks, which, if you're not careful, can have you judging a bean who looks like their untrustworthy stealing your last blueberry. He will also defend anyone until his last breath, even if they don't deserve it or appreciate it. He also has a very low self-esteem, as one would expect. He easily gives up on things that he cares for, and he will feel the guilt from giving up months later, but has no way to fix that mistake.

And the Strengths;

Many people's flaws are also their strengths. This is slightly true in Demmy's case, where his loyalty and defending ways earn him respect the moment he speaks up. A few strengths that don't recoil in his face are that he has an unnerving ability to remain calm despite what goes on around him. Some may see this as being uncaring, or inconsiderate, but Deimos fears that if he lends a hand to anyone, the names will soon follow. Another strength is that Demmy does the ability to become a marvelous leader, but he refuses to do so, claiming that he would simply screw up if he tried.

What about Quirks?;

Demmy is a bean with his own, special quirks. Whether physical or mental, or even behavioral, they will be here.
Physical;
First off, Deimos has a case of synthesia . His synthesia is sound to color- here's a bit of information here, meaning that when hearing a sound, he will also see a color that corresponds to it. For example, he perceives a G chord on the bass as 'a wobbly yellow and blue string that intertwines with a thicker purple chord'. This is one of the reasons why he would much rather write songs than play, for he fears that his condition would inhibit his ability to properly play the notes and the sounds. Although, he does admit that his synthesia allows for him to pick better notes and chords for the song while it's in production. Demmy has a habit of biting the pencil he is using while writing, especially if stuck on a certain rhyming scheme. During this, Deimos may also mutter aloud, pace, and try to find the most comfortable, secluded, and far away place that he can to focus.
Mental;
Deimos has perhaps the worst memory one could have. He can't recall things he did a second ago now, and will often randomly remember things he was supposed to do a day ago, or will shout out the answer to a question asked hours before. Deimos can also pick up and mimic a voice or accent within mere seconds of hearing the patterns- He claims that has to do with repeating the same visual cues that he 'saw' through his synthesia.
Behavioral;
Being an odd bean to being with, Demmy can have his moments. Sometimes, his habit of tying things around his paws to remember will become overly apparent, and he may be walking around with a good dozen strings and such wrapped around his toes. Of course, this rarely helps him remember, but he does it anyways. Once in a while, Deimos will put his paws over his ears, and try to mute the sounds, as they can bring him to his stomach when they're especially loud or obnoxious, which makes his condition run rampant.

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Sexual Orientation; Straight
Zodiac Sign; Capricorn
Flame Color; A dark purple that appears nearly black.
JBD Size; A tad on the small side, around the size of a large St. Bernard.
Horn Type; Curly and stout, like a ram's.
Fur Type; Extra fluffy with a side of poofiness.
True Age; {JBD Age}; ~7 months.
Age; {Human Years Comparative;} ~28 years
/~four years every month compared to aging for nursery beans./
True Birth Date; January 13th.
Enneagram Type; 1w8- Or the Reformer, Wing Challenger. Type 1 and his Wing.

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Likes;
| Rivers | Forests | Wisdom | To be in control | Being free | Time alone |
Dislikes;
| Sunny Days | Oceans | Young JBDs | Authority | Rules | Politics |
Dreams;
Demmy's major dream is to reconnect with his old jam members, and to reclaim his parents as his own. A minor dream is that he hopes to become a well-known rock writer, since he can't play , or sing, a note.
Fears;
Demmy's frontal fear is that of large, in front of a crowd, embarassment. That is one of the main reasons why he will never claim his songs as his own on a stage, but is much more likely to claim them through a one-on-one session with an interviewer.
Major Phobia;
His paralyzing phobia is that of being harassed or confronted in front of a large crowd. This is a separate fear from that of crowds, since it is the factor that prevents him from going on-stage with anyone.
Skills;
Deimos' skills lie in his love of music. He's never been able to sing a note, or play the guitar, but he had a gift for using his past experiences to make some of the most moving rock songs anyone had ever heard. Another skill is that Demmy knows how to set up a rock show, complete with pyrotechnics, scheduling, and organization. He's amazing at planning events, maybe because he wishes to have more control over himself and what goes on around him than when he was younger.
Favorite Season;
His favorite season is fall. He considers it to be the most calming season, one where most prefer to lounge about outside, and when the air isn't awfully hot, and when there's barely any mud. He hates snow, or else winter might have been here instead of autumn.
Favorite Food;
Demmy loves blueberries. Absolutely adores them. He hasn't said why, but maybe it's the taste, or the fact that something so dark on the outside could be lighter on the inside. Who knows?
Favorite Time of Day;
Dawn. Right before the hectics of life start, and before the night-life begins. It's peaceful before anything starts up, before anyone else is awake.
Favorite Activity;
Demmy loves to walk, write music, and if hunting for the perfect place to hide counts, than that too. He uses his past to write rock music, and walking to balance his thoughts out. And for the hiding place, wherever he goes, Deimos needs either an escape, or a place to escape to. That can be from a bathroom stall to a closet, depending on where he is.
Hobbies;
Well, he writes... A lot. Mostly poems and the such, but songs, stories, and ramblings appear from time to time.
A poem;

Whatever happened to you?
One minute there, next gone.
Everything you used to do,
Always carried it's own song.
Now the clouds set in.
Your skies are falling gray.
Everything thinks it's too dim.
But as you always used to say,

"Don't give in quite now,
Things will start coming up soon.
Not everything is so down,
This shower isn't a monsoon."

You can't help but smile,
As we break into dance for you,
Dark regrets walk the mile,
The weights lift as they do.
Passing showers give way to sun,
The smiles breaks on your face.
Your life no longer a pun.
And now you always say,

"Don't give in quite now,
Things will start coming up soon.
Not everything is so down,
This shower isn't a monsoon."

And a song;

Relief at the first word,
Brutal memories at the last.
Torn hearts parted by a sword.
Who knew it could happen so fast?

Backs turned to each other,
Forgetting who we used to be.
Always been too smothered.
We forgot how to breathe.

Two for one,
All against me,
Them for none,
You're what I cannot be.

Battles lost as the day rises.
Regrets of the last one standing.
Fire that burns away our vices,
With everyone's misunderstanding.

As the tide ebbs, we're left to wonder,
Why we didn't just give-in.
Our lives deafened by the thunder,
The situation tight, and too grim.

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His Play-list;
"Here. See how long you last listening to all this music."
Opinion on Rock Music;

"Rock music is a way to rebel against social normals. Why wouldn't I like it? Despite the fact that it can carry some pretty inappropriate context sometimes, it speaks to me in a way that many other music genres don't. It has a quality to it that connects. I know that sounds odd... But I wasn't asking, now was I?

Opinion on Country Music;

"Please don't play that anywhere near me. Please don't. And I'm asking nicely. "

Opinion on Folk Music;

"How can you like Folk, but not country? Country's all about love, revenge, and moving on... Two of those things I don't do, while revenge suits me. Folk inspired music carries heavier meaning with it, like moving away, recovering yourself after a major loss, growing up, reconnecting with others. Is that enough for you?"

Opinion on Pop Music;

"Some pop is good music, but most is not. I won't listen to Justin Beiber anytime soon, that's for sure. Most of it is just about love and lust. It's like rock, but too high and happy..."

Opinion on Jazz Music;

"Go find what I said about country, and then stop asking me all these questions..."

Opinion on Instrumental Music;

"Another question? Well, music without words can be just as meaningful as songs, so it's okay. Although, most the of instrumental music I'll listen to is dupstep, or animated."

Favorite Artist;

"How can someone possibly have a favorite? They're all amazing. If I listen to them, then I like them. Enough said."

"So, Demios, is it?

D; Yes, it is. Only two living things on the face of the Earth can call me Demmy, and that's my owner, Wyrd, and my adopted sister, Kensley.

"Sister? What's she like?"

D; She, like any sibling, can be annoying. We have an average relationship, and since I'm the older of the two, she keeps her distance. I just don't like how she's constantly writing, and stays up way past what you should.

"Ah, okay. Got a special someone in your life?"

D; Uh, no. I don't get out much, if you haven't noticed. Could you try to refrain from asking such personal questions. That, and your voice was green. I'm not a big fan of nosy people.

"Well then. What's having synthesia like?"

D; It's like wearing a pair of glasses that I can't ever take off. But, it does help when writing songs, listening to music and the such, and telling when someone is lying, or the such. Sounds have patterns, and with my condition, I can see and copy them. Which is pretty neat, if you ask me.

"That's a nice way to look at things. Speaking of which, a fan of one of the bands you work for sent in a question- It is; Demios, if you could chose any place to live, where would you?

D; As far away from others as I could. Especially fans. I'm not kidding, don't look at me like that! I love solitude, as it helps me focus...

"What's up with all the strings on your toes and paw?"

D; Oh, those... Those are reminders... Although I don't remember what they were for....

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Art:


Art of Accessories;

Everyday Accessories;

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All art credits will be here;
Avatar and first full body commissioned from; kiokami at her wonderful artshop~ ^^;
Animated 'Talk-Sprite' By myself using CS2.
Accessories done by me on Oekaki.
done by me in Oekaki.
Art piece for the glicth gif done by MusicArt.
Glitch Gif created by myself, using a program. Uploaded to Tinypic.
Firey background this;art done by me on Oekaki. Poems were written by me, on pen and paper.