[Musical-Despair]

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[asexual pirate;;]

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The Basics...

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NAME
"The name is Fayte. It's not a pleasure to meet you."

This JMD changed her name a long time ago, it changed from Bella to Fayte.

NAME MEANING
A play on the word Fate
Fate;; something with decisive or far-reaching consequences that inevitably happens to somebody or something

When Fayte changed it she figured she'd be a vampire for a long time and let the... darker side of her personality take over. She changed her own name to Fayte, considering that the others she killed were subject to their fate and destiny.

GENDER
"A tad bit pushy aren't you? Isn't it obvious?"

Fayte here is a female. Mistaking her for the opposite gender isn't the smartest idea when it comes to her.

AGE
"No dignified woman should ever be okay with telling her age."

Fayte lost track of her age a long time ago. She estimates around 5o-7o years of age. Being chained up takes a tole on the years passing. All she knows is she went in when the world was different, and came out confused.

SEXUALITY
"To busy yourself with love... Pitiful m'dear."

Fayte doesn't really care too much about love. Love to her is a weakling's game, something children dream about and everyone suffers with. Though if anyone would care to know, Fayte is perfectly straight. She see's nothing in the same gender and barely anything in the opposite gender.

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A Little
Deeper Now

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PERSONALITY
“Cold, calculating, heartless, unforgiving…”

Fayte has no happiness, pity, or mercy to her. She’s a vicious girl that lacks a soul and keeps a black heart at a wary distance. She’s merciless and lacks pity. There’s never been a time where she has ever helped someone or done something good, except for maybe before she was turned into a vampire. If you were clinging to a cliff begging for help she would rather help you down instead of up, that’s how merciless she can be.

Fayte keeps her tongue as sharp as someone might a knife. She’ll throw you sobbing to the ground with a crafty insult quicker then she can with force. Fayte is also a sly one, sneaky and slinky. She’ll hear things you thought you kept hush-hush in tight whispers into another’s ear. She uses everything to her advantage, from whispers to insults to her own vampiric abilities. Fayte fights dirty, never by the rules.

She’s pretty simple when it comes to personality. Stay far, far out of her way and she might leave you alone. Never trust her, because she’ll turn around and stab you in the back as soon as she possibly can. She’s crafty, cold, calculating, and too smart for not her own good, but for your own good.

LIKES AND DISLIKES
"Is it really that important."

Likes;; Shadows, darkness, night, hunting
Dislikes;; Just about everything and everyone

HISTORY
“It’s not a very interesting past of mine…”

Fayte was born a very long time ago by the name Bella. Again, she lost count of the years when she was chained up. When she was only around nineteen years of age Bella was attacked and presumably fell ‘asleep’ only to wake with sharp teeth and a thirst for blood. Realizing what she was took a while to sink in, but when it did, she went all out.

The darker side of her took over and her name changed from Bella to Fayte. As Fayte, she rampaged everywhere, leaving death and rumors of a vampire behind her. It took several years before she was finally captured and drug into a dark cave. There, she was shackled to the walls and ‘taken care of’ for many years by the descendants of the original family who captured her. They punished her for her crimes, blunting her sharp vampire teeth towards the end of her ‘sentence.’ That act was the last straw. Fayte broke free and escaped into the night, dragging her shackles and residual chains behind her. She left the cuffs and chains on, a warning to everyone that she had been captured before and could easily break free again if someone happened to get it into their mind to stick her in a cave for years on end again.

LOVE LIFE
“Love is a waste of time. A petty feeling that destroys civilizations. I have no mind to get myself into such a mess.”

Fayte is very much against love. To her, there is nothing worse than falling into the terrible abyss of being, what she calls, chained to another. She would much rather be free to do her own will instead.

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EVERYTHING ELSE

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USERNAME
Hello Wolfswelpe! I’m better version. Here, trying out for this amazing JMD. I’ll try my best on everything and keep my fingers crossed. I’ve been stalking JMD’s for a long time, and only recently started applying for some that have caught my eye. I hope to call Fayte her my first.

JMD THEMESONG
Misery Love My Company - Three Days Grace

ART
Glowing black in the gloomy alley shadows, a jewel glowing blood red clicked lazily against the concrete. The tail it happened to be attached to swung and skimmed side to side, much like a waiting cat’s might.

Eyes remained in blood red slits, as if half asleep, but still watching. In the black shadows she remained nearly invisible, something only seen with a second glance, if one happened to even glance down the alleyway in the first place. But on Halloween night, with the only close source of light flickering streetlights and just a sliver of moon, not even the bravest dared look away from the safe pools of light.

Fayte remained quiet and still, the exception her swishing tail, listening to chatter and excited squeals grow closer and closer to her hiding place. She shifted a bit, opening her eyes further and staring down onto the street side. Residual chains from the shackles that adorned her like sinful jewerely clinked and scraped the ground.

The screams of excitement grew louder and closer.

Agitated at the loud noise, Fayte drew her paws over her ears, blocking it out. All she wished was to see, not hear the annoying screams of annoying children.

The light from the street light just in front of the alleyway, casting a shivering glow towards her, flickered. Shapes moved by and across the stream of light. Paws still over her ears, Fayte watched the group pass. Other dragons, three young ones dressed in silly costumes that range from a witch to Frankenstein. The trio of little ones clutched bags of sweets tight. One teen watched over them all, his costume a vampire one that made Fayte bite back a cold chuckle.

They passed by and the squeals and talking faded.

Meticulously, she slid her paws away from her ears and rose to her feet. Twitching her jewel-tipped tail, she made sure no one else happened to be coming before stepping out of the alleyway. She shied away from the flickering lights and stuck close to the walls of buildings and shadows of trees. The motherly embrace of darkness gather her close and created the feeling of safety and strengthened the adrenaline of her hunt.

She ran her tongue over her canines, a momentarily flare of anger rushing through her as dullness met the pink muscle. Peeling back her lips in a snarl, she trailed the group, gaze locked on the teen.

Now. To get him away from the others…

[Downn]

Well
I wasn't sure what I was really going to do before this
but once you stated that you had to remove it's fangs, and that we could incorporate this into our story somehow. . .
I got an idea.
Please take note:
This JMD was not a vampire.
Some may say he is still not a vampire, depending on how you think of it.
However, all may agree:
He did become a monster.

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Ｔｈｅ  Ｓｅｅｋｅｒ  ｏｆ  Ｂｌｏｏｄ


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Username;
Hello, I'm Downn. I am currently a JMD non owner. I've tried for a few that have caught my eye, but have never been able to win one to be my own.
Anyway, I wish you, Wolfswelpe, good luck on judging, as I've seen some very nice content in many of these forms! And to my competitors, I can tell you've worked hard, so good luck and I hope you enjoy my form!



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Name & meaning;
Orpheus, a greek name meaning 'the darkness of night' and/or 'deprived'.

Gender;
Male



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Personality;
Orpheus is very cunning, deceitful, and manipulative. He will slink around in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike-- the perfect moment to attack. If things go according to his plan, he will have already bitten you. He will have fed off of your blood and gotten away before you even know what happened.
He is also very mentally unstable. He can go from a good mood to a terrible one in seconds, becoming depressed, furious, and violent within mere moments.
His mood depends on what others think of him. If someone says something to make him angry, they'll definitely regret it. That is, if they have time to regret it-- Orphues might just get to him before that will happen.



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Story;
I woke up, confused by my surroundings. Darkness closed in around me, making it impossible to see anything. I felt the sting of cold metal tight around my neck, legs, and tail. The clink of chains sounded through the air, unnaturally loud, whenever I moved. The room-- or whatever it was I was in-- was cold, freezing cold. I folded my wings tight against my sides, hoping they would provide me with even an ounce of warmth.
I had no idea of where I was. I couldn't remember anything. All I knew was that I was not where I was supposed to be. And, for some unknown reason, I could sense something.
Someone had done this to me.
After a brief moment, my eyes began to adjust and the pitch black that filled my eyesight subsided somewhat. I could make out the image of stone brick walls on all four sides of me, a gray stone floor, and a ceiling eight feet above me, mostly made of the stone bricks of the walls, but with a few metal bars in the middle creating a sort of window into the world above.
I could just barely see stars through the bars far above my head.
So, naturally, the first thing I tried to do was fly up there and out of wherever it is I was.
But as I flapped my wings and shot up a few feet into the air, the breath was pulled out of me. I stopped midair, then fell back to the ground. I looked back to see what had stopped me, and found that I was shackled to the floor.
I cursed under my breath.
That would explain the chain sounds, I thought.
I paced around (what I had come to think of as) my cell. I had very limited movement here. My miniature prison had more than enough space for me to turn around in, but was small enough to make me feel like the walls were closing in on me every second.
I was confused, scared, and nervous.
I had no idea why I was here.

I opened my eyes as the sun began to rise.
I had fallen asleep while I was pacing, despite my attempts to stay awake.
Sunlight streamed from inbetween the bars in the ceiling, revealing that what I had seen last night was, indeed, true. I was still trapped by walls of stone, shackled by chains.
That's when the realization hit me.
My jewel was black, wasn't it? That much I could remember. So. . . I should be able to destroy them easily.
But I couldn't.
I focused on destroying the chains, and sometimes I could have sworn they were weakening, but they never broke. For whatever reason, they were immune to my jewel's destructive powers.
So I focused my power on the cuffs that were around me.
That was an even worse decision. The strange metal they were made of didn't even budge as my attempts to break them died in vain.
Great, I thought. I'm stuck he-
My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of banging on metal.
I looked up to see a dragon with a smug look on his face staring down at me between the bars. He had slammed his large paws against the metal, seemingly to get my attention. Or irritate me.
Or both.
"So, Orpheus, you're finally brought to justice," he said, his voice full of triumph and arrogance.
Orpheus, I thought. That's my name. . . That's my name!
At the sound of my name, a few memories came flooding back. They were simple things, though-- only things about myself. I remembered that I wasn't normal-- mentally unstable, some might say. I could quickly be changed from a good mood to a terrible one. I became easily depressed. I was sensitive to what people said. If someone angered me. . . I would sometimes have violent impulses. But that was rare.
Very rare.
"You know, I might feel bad that this had to happen. . ." He said, in a way that didn't suggest that he would feel bad for me at all. "But, you know. . ." I was starting to get very annoyed by this guy. The way he spoke to me, malice threaded in his voice. "That's what you get for being a vampire."
I froze.
I think my heart skipped a beat.
"What?!? You can't be serious, I'm not a vampire," I wanted to scream, although my tongue seemed too stiff to move.
I may not remember everything, but that is most certainly not true.
After a moment, I found my voice. "What do you mean?" I sounded much less intimidating than I had tried to.
The dragon chuckled. "Oh, you know what you did. Don't pretend like you don't."
I might have believed him.
But his tone betrayed his own story.
I could tell he was lying.
Besides, I didn't have any fangs. I knew I wasn't a vampire. I had been wrongly accused, or perhaps even framed.
This made me fuming mad. How could someone have done this? How could people have believed them? I wasn't a vampire. I didn't drink blood. I wasn't hungry for blood.
Although, considering the situation, maybe I should have been. My stomach was rumbling, and it felt like I hadn't eaten for days.
"I'll leave you alone for now," he said, sounding positively gleeful at the anger he got out of me. I listened to the sound of his pawsteps as they faded away into the silence.
Unable to control myself, I yelled. Thrashed around my cage. Tried to destroy, to break, to escape. I slashed at the chains binding me with my claws, teeth, jewel.
And suddenly I felt something.
A power, deeper than that of what I normally could do.
The sound of a chain snapping, echoing around the room.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
And another.
All of the chains.
Snapped in half.
The cuffs still there.
And my jewel glowing an unnatural deep red, unlike the black it was supposed to be.
And it was more powerful.
Far more powerful.
Fueled by my anger, my jewel had become stronger, and I had broken what had once seemed indestructible (to my jewel's power, at least).
With my new found strength, I flew up to the bars on my ceiling, and broke them easily.
I grinned when I realized that all I needed to make myself this powerful was my anger.
And I took off into the air, searching for a place to hide until nightfall.

I found a forest to take shelter in. I hid in a tree, concealed by the shadows of the leaves surrounding me. There I waite patiently for the night to rescue me.
An hour later, the sun began to set.
I thought about what the dragon had said.
I'm no vampire.
But if that's what they want me to be?
So be it.
Just as the stars entered the sky, I jumped off of my branch and let my wings carry me through the darkness.
I kept an eye out for someone specific.
Soon I found him.
The dragon who had teased me when I was trapped.
Somehow I knew that it was his fault, his lies that led me to be imprisoned for vampirism.
Well, wasn't he in for a surprise.
I swooped down upon him, cackling as I did so. He yelped in surprise when I tackled him. He managed to wiggle his body to face me before I'd pinned him down.
"Wha--?" He gasped, clearly confused and at a loss for words.
"Shhh." I hissed in his ear. "You brought this upon yourself," I said, growling in a very menacing way.
With those words, I lunged forward at his neck, my teeth bared.
My only thoughts?
I'll have to bite hard.

From then on, I've always attacked others.
I'm known as a vampire.
Even though that wasn't true at first, I say it is now.
I love the title, and everything that comes with it, for the exact same reason I kept the shackles around my legs and tail.
It stirred fear in the hearts of others.
And to me?
That was all that mattered.

Poetry;
Attack
Clinking chains,
Echoing loudly.
Out of the darkness,
A sleek shadow flies.
Quick to attack,
Quicker to kill.
Don't show you're scared;
It can sense fear.
Close your eyes,
It'll be quicker to die
than to fight.
Don't try to hide,
You'll only irritate it.
With only one bite,
You won't need to worry.
With only one bite,
Your fear will be over.
With only one bite,
You'll be gone.

Insanity
I think
I'm insane.
All I hear
Everyday
Is tick, tick, tick.
A clock.
A clock of life.
A clock of death.
Counting down the minutes
Until I finally die
Like it's been waiting for.
So
With every minute
I have to wait
For my final sleep to come
I'll take a few
From the rest
And put them all
To sleep.

[Wolfswelpe]

Phew, quite some ruckus I caused with that line edit. @.@
I'm very sorry everyone for my stupid mistake. >.<
If the JMD doesn't appeal to you anymore now, I understand.
It is quite a important feat to a vampire after all. ^^

I edited the first post. This is what I edited.

IMPORTANT EDIT: Due to some stupid thoughtlessness on my side I added something that is considered a special trait, which I had to remove.
That was the vampire tooth, so now it kinda doesn't look like a vampire anymore...
But this JMD is still a vampire that draws and sucks blood of others! He/she draws the blood with his/her normal fangs, even though it's a bit more difficult physically and need more force as they aren't as sharp. ;3
Maybe you can take this to your advantage and tell how he/she lost her real vampire fangs, if he/she did have some before. ^^

This maybe gives you some ideas. :3
I'm very sorry again everyone, but I still see this guy/gal as a vampire. ;3

And thanks for all the love everyone! <3

[jayus]

No more D:

[Bittertiffany]

Must... Not try....
Reserve...
Reserve.
Ugh she's just so amazing but...
It will be my last JMD and I don't know if I should.
BUT SHE'S SO AMAZING ;-;

[FoxerOwl]

reserve with the name seven

Ｍｙ ｎａｍｅ? Ｗｈｙ, ｍｙ ｎａｍｅ ｉｓ...

SEVEN -will draw his name-

[amoxi]

Dropping out because I've lost the connection.
I will keep my art, though, and probably re-colour all of it once I've found another JMD which I can imagine with the personality I had in mind. vuv
So please, do not bother me because of it or ask for it. I've had (and am still having) a very rough time with life, so I really don't want any more stress or a guilty conscience because I refuse to give the few pieces away. ;;

[HeyItsMee]

Username: HeyItsMee
Name: Echo-
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Gender: Female
Personality:
Art: [Unlimited]

Reserve! Ahh I have to try! So pretty!

[.Ashie.]

Username:
Name:
Name Meaning:
Gender: Male
Personality:
Art: [Unlimited]

I will be back!