[rainbowdash462]

Username:
-AdventureTime-
Name:
My name you ask? Oh, my name is Erelah.
My mom told me its Hebrew for Angel...
Gender: Female
Explanation:
This lovely angelic girl would live on an island with plenty of mangos and coconuts. She loves the idea of being able to fall asleep to the sound of the waves racing to meet the shore. She loves the soft yet grainy feeling of sand imbetween her paws and picking it up and letting it slide right through her toes. Though some remains in her palm. She enjoys the sounds of islands and how lovely and peaceful it would be to have it to herself and to enjoy the tiny things on an island. Just like the sight of a small crab waddling up the sand trying not to get picked at by seafles circling above.

[Shiverice]

Username:
Shiverice
Name:
Tidal Wave
Gender:
Female
Explanation:
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. In your ears, you hear a crash, loud yet peaceful. You hear the wind flowing around you; the soft lull of birds. As you wiggle your toes, you feel soft grain under them that you identify to be sand. You breath in slowly and smell fresh salt and something else you can't quite put your tongue on. As you open your eyes, you appear to be on the beach
Tidal Wave, or Tide to close friends, lives on a beach in Hawaii. She resides in a shack on the beach where she has a perfect view of the ocean. Every morning, she gets up before dawn and polishes her surfboard. When the sun rises, she goes out to sea and begins to surf. The conditions in Hawaii are ideal for surfing; it's often referred to as Surfer's Paradise. The beach where Tide lives is rather solitary, it's rare for her to see another bean there. Although she lives a rather lonely life, all Tide needs is her surfboard and the ocean.

[Lierre]

Username:
Lierre

Name:
Camila

Gender:
Female

Explanation:
Camila's favorite place is a little waterfall just outside her back door. When she was an even younger Bean, her mother carried her to the waterfall and Camila was in love with it. She splashed in the crystal clear waters and perched upon rocks. When it was time to go home, she was distraut and worried she would never get to see it again. Luckily, her mother reassured her that it was still going to be there when they would go back the next day. Nowadays, it gives her a sense of peacefulness and it's where she goes when she just wants to escape her sometimes hectic life.

[laces]

Sorry I took up someone's spot ;^;

[aergia]

Username: Alyci
Name: Cornucopia
Gender: Male
Explanation:

Reserve

[SpartanAmethyst]

{When in the springtime of the year,
when the trees are crowned with leaves,
when the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
are dressed in ribbons fair.

When owls call the breathless moon
in the blue veil of the night,
the shadows of the trees appear
amidst the lantern light.

We've been rambling all the night,
And some time of this day.
Now returning back again,
we bring a garland gay.

Who will go down to those shady groves,
and summon the shadows there?
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms,
in the springtime of the year?

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
that when the fiddler plays,
all their voices can be heard,
long past their woodland days.

We've been rambling all the night,
And some time of this day.
Now returning back again,
we bring a garland gay.

And so they linked their hands and danced,
round in circles and in rows.
And so the journey of the night descends
when all the shades are gone.

"A garland gay we bring you here,
and at your door we stand.
It is a sprout well budded out,
the work of Our Lord's hand."}

The Mummer's Dance by Loreena McKennitt.
Album: The Book of Secrets.
(c) Loreena McKennitt 1997

Username:
SpartanAmethyst

Name:
Ciara
An Irish girl's name. The feminine form of Ciaran, from the Irish ciar meaning “dark” and implies “dark hair and brown eyes". Chosen for her dark base.

Gender:
Female

Explanation:
"I live alone in a beautiful forest, a place in Ireland known as Thor's Wood. This is a magical place, a grove filled with peace and tranquility. In the morning a dense fog winds its way throughout the trees, like a wispy snake seeking out prey between the old trees and greeting the first rays of golden sunlight. As the day progresses, the air takes on a green tinge, the sunlight high overhead filtering through the emerald leaves and coloring the ground in a mottled dance of light and shadow. Leaves cover the forest floor year-round, providing a soft space to walk upon, yet allowing one to remain silent when walking.

As the sun dips into the sky at the end of it's journey, it once again colors the leaves hundreds of different shades, most commonly in oranges and golds, though there are yellows and reds mixed into the temporary myriad of colors. This is when the wind blows strongest, rustling the leaves and waking the shadows from their slumber, who stretch long and graceful in preparation for the coming darkness. As the sun dips below the far mountains, the sky loses the vibrant reds and pinks, changing into a deep midnight blue that showcases the stars' brightness in a breathtaking display. The milky way slithers across the sky as a permanent fixture, and the moon is an occasional visitor, much like that of an old friend you hadn't seen in years. When it's full, it washes the landscape in a sheen of silver, making the leaves shine and the clear river below sparkle beautifully. This is my favorite time of the month because not only can I see better and move around at night with more confidence, but in the late spring, early fall, and all throughout summer, this is when the fireflies come out to play in the fields near to the river bank.

My den is a massive hole dug out from under an ancient yew tree, the entrance to my home hidden by it's massive roots and a curtain of moss. It's large and deep, obviously dug by someone with more strength and determination than myself. I have a small peat-burning stove, a gift from my owner, carefully placed to where it won't injure the tree, but will still provide heat in the winter. On one side I have an old Celtic chest, also from my owner, that holds all of my valuables and items. A long basket holds blankets and my favorite hoodie. Around the room I have vases filled with various wildflowers, and a strand of wild morning glories branches along part of my walls. A long bookcase filled to the brim lines one of the curved walls, and stacks of books are scattered randomly along the free floor space near to the walls. Pictures of art from my owner line the upper walls, as wells as plaques with quotes adorning them. Finally, my bed rests at the very back, opposite of the entrance, a queen sized mattress covered in a soft green sheet set to match the huge rug that rests in the center of the den.

Do not count these please, these are for my own use later, whether I win her or not <3:Thor's Wood; Yew Den

[Sambee]

Username:
Her name is Sambix.
Name:
*giggles* I'm Samui. My name means "cold" in Japanese.
Gender:
Im a FEMALE thank you..
Explanation:
I want to live in Alaska!

Why would you want to live there?

Why wouldn't I want to live in place like Alaska? Not only is it beautiful, but its cold! If I lived there I would never have to worry about the nasty ol' heat! Yes, it would be freezing, but, who doesn't love a little frost? There's also things to do there, so I wouldn't get bored. There is over 54 million acres, which is 13% of Alaska, that is dedicated to national parks. I could go exploring, view the Alaskan nature, and see a moose. I would absolutely LOVE to see a moose. Oh yeah, so many things to see there! From 30,000 miles of coastline, to over 100,000 glaciers! Not to mention 39 mountain ranges and 80 volcanoes. Out of those 80, more than 40 are active...Yikes! *Giggle* but I don't think it's a problem... at least, not right now. *sigh* Alaska is so beautiful, so full of adventures, and so full of mysteries...Will I be able to explore it myself?

[P o m]

Username: Groudon.
Name: Spinda
Gender: Female
Explanation:

The sky is like fire and the darkest parts are what lies above the flames. The deep purple and blue hues take up the sky behind and before the eyes and above the head rests the brightest colors one could ever hope to see. From the magenta with a red accent that melted with a thin line of bright crimson to the bright orange fused with its paler clone that blended into yellow around the burning disc that slowly descended over the horizon. Like a liquid fire that burned in the heavens, out of reach of human hands and technology. Against the scene above, one would feel small and powerless compared to the beautiful might that the sun and earth's rotation brought forth.

Against the back is long grass. So simple, yet so interesting. From where the stalks puncture the dirt, the color is the brightest of greens. Like emeralds even. But as it goes to the tips, just above the resting head, it pales until the tip is almost white. Each blade has a different proportion patter, something that only keen eyes and detailed description could capture, but each stalk goes from emerald to white, no matter what size each melting color is. The feel is so soft, impossibly soft. It tickles as one stands, feather-like tips brushing at the hips and fingers. So tall for such a frail plant, this is not the grass one would crush under a shoe or a wheel. No, this kind of grass should be preserved and allowed to grow, reaching for the burning sky above, almost begging to be set alight and to let the long stalks leave in a blaze of glory and beauty that would never be compared.

But the sky grew dark within minutes. Each color faded into the deepest blue that was possible. Each fading ribbon of color held stars, twinkling their pale lights, but the light grew stronger as the bright faded to dark. Soon the sun was gone and stars filled the air. Now the great white disc would ascend, projecting the reflection of the sun's rays upon this side of the earth. Each white grass tip would turn to silver fire and make a lake of silver that stretched out as far as the eye could see, swishing the gentle breeze and moving like waves. An almost liquid motion for a solid object, such a beautiful sight. Beneath the canopy of stars and silver grass tips, one would believe they were in the picture of perfect beauty. Truly nothing could compare to the Grasslands at sunset.

The smell of grass and dust fills the air, a pleasant odor that seems almost calming. As the hands brush the grass stalks, running around the lengths and making waves appear to any observers up above, serenity claims the body. True peace, here in the sea of soil and grass. The fresh scent around one slowly fades as one grows accustomed, but then nature's music would sound. The wind swishing through the grass, the high chirps of crickets, hidden beneath their protective shield of long grass that kept them and their masterful musical legs hidden. As the song pours into the ears, each movement creating another note, another melody of sweet music, the cool air relieves the warmth and makes one feel comfortable.

Below perfection and total beauty, a Jelly Bean Dragon named Spinda allowed herself to sleep.

[iownfish]

| Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ |
iownfish
| Nᴀᴍᴇ |
Jarvis
[Jar-jar or just jar]
| Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ |
Male
| Exᴘʟᴀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ |

I live in an old hollowed volcano. Here, I'll help you to picture it in your mind.

Imagine you're on a boat. It's a sunny day in the tropical area or the world, and currently you are speeding through the crystal clear water on a joy ride. In the distance, only a lone shape pierces the horizon, odd, seeing as there wasn't supposed to be anything for miles around.
"Head towards that!" You shout to the captain, pointing to the mysterious object. He looks uneasy, but does as you say, mumbling that it will take around half an hour. You smile, heading below deck to see the world below. You gasp as fish dart by and the odd shark eyes you as you intrude upon it's reef. This really was paradise.
The boat slows down and you head back up, surprised it didn't take nearly as long as you thought. Must have been daydreaming again. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. What was this place?
"A volcano I should suspect," the captain says gruffly. Oh, you must have said that out loud.
You get off, thanking the captain of the small boat. A thin layer of old soot covers the grass, and you leave footprints like one would walking through grass on a dewy morning. A small rainforest surrounds the volcano, housing all sorts of life. Tall trees drip tiny droplets of water and stunning waterfalls can be heard. But that's not the only thing you can hear. The rainforest is alive with life, a monkey or two here, some snakes there. The sounds of the forest are like music to your weary city ears and you flick water from your damp hair. You breathe deeply, the earthy smell of this tropical island almost beckoning you to continue to it's heart, that odd extinct volcano. You tell the driver to wait for you, and he unhappily agrees.
As you plunge deeper into the rainforest, your worries are swept away from you like the water cascading down the rocks. You become aware of shadows moving about in the near undergrowth, but you shrug the feeling of being watched off, probably just some spider monkeys or something. When you finally reach the enormous volcano, you wonder why this isn't considered a wonder of the world. The whole island is amazing, and completely uninhabited by civilisation! As you walk around the rim of the volcano, you see a small cave in the side. Maybe it would help you too see more of this amazing island from a higher place. You start your short trek to the cave, but as you reach it you hear footsteps behind you. Just as you are about to turn back to the rainforest, you see a sharp spear being pointed at you from your peripheral vision. Unfortunately, your attacker knows where your blind spot is. After a sharp intake of breathe, you slowly turn around to the beautiful forest again with your hands up.
"Who- who are you?" You stutter, looking around for someone.
"Down here! Keep your hands where I can see them!" A squeaky voice commands, you look down, seeing a stunning fluffy dragon at your feet. "What business have you here?"
It takes all of your might to stop yourself from squishing the cute ball of fluff to you and hugging him. "I- I don't mean to intrude, I just wanted a look around," You whisper, eye the spear suspiciously. It looked like it could seriously hurt someone. The small thing leads you into the cave, torches adorning the wall covered in drawings. Amazing drawings of the volcano and life around it. It seems that this thing lives in a sort of tribe inside the volcano.
You talk with the leader, and she deems you trustworthy. The small thing Jellybean Dragon, who you now know as Jarvis, tours you around their home. When you reach the lip of the volcano you gasp at the setting sun, making the views even more spectacular. You could see everything from here, even your boat. Your boat!
You invite Jarvis back to your world, out of this magical place and to the horror that is human kind. He politely declines, saying his heart lives and breathes in this place, and to leave would be like ripping it from his small fluffy body. You're shocked at the description, but you tell him you will visit soon. You race through the rainforest, wishing you didn't have to leave so soon. Past the monkeys, past the rushing waterfall, and past the edge of the forest. The captain looks furious, but says nothing as he speeds away back to the port. As you look back one last time, you swear you can see Jarvis standing upon the volcano, watching you as you leave his home, not for the last time. You go back more than once, and you find that Jarvis is right, the island is in all of the tribes dragons' hearts. Many a time you wish you could stay forever, and your trips are never any less stunning than the last. Such is the way of the island, it draws you into it's beauty and never lets you out again. You find more than once that it occupies your mind, it slowly becoming part of your heart as well.

[sorry for the length, once I get started I seriously can't stop. I hope my descriptive story is okay enough, but I guess it wasn't the most descriptive thing out there. I must say though, if you describe it too well then the reader has no opportunity to imagine things in their own special way, making it beautiful to them.]

[Lady.Nixon]

Username:
Achio

Name:
Loma

Gender:
Female

Explanation:
Deep inside a forest, far from the reaches of smog and city, is a house. Fresh air blows through the trees around it, through the carved home, and all around it. It is part of the tree; living and breathing with the surrounding forest. Holes the size of elephants formed naturally in the tree's trunk, making a huge cavern in the jungle tree. Glass and wooden planks were shaped and carved to fit with the tree, forming a 'treehouse' out of it. Colorful rugs and carpets line the smooth wooden floors, making the house cozy in the chilly Canadian winters. A fireplace, mantle formed out of dark roots, sits on the north side of the tree, heating the house. In the center of the room is a round bed, covered in furs and blankets. Lights strung across the ceiling light the home at night. Outside is a small (yet productive thanks to Loma the Gardener Bean) garden. Squash, carrots, strawberries, potatoes, and tomatoes are what Loma mainly grows, providing enough food to feed herself and guests.