[icseal]

Username;
Name;
Gender; Female
Homeland; the sea

[Spark Platinum]

"Unfortunately, the real world isn't the same as a fairy tale."

Username:
Agent Cali

Name:
Blake Belladonna
Blake means "black" in Old English.
Belladonna means "fair lady" (Bella donna) in Italian,
and it is also the name of a deadly nightshade plant.

Gender:
Female

Homeland:

At the North of Russia, is a Valley.
A valley surrounded by monstrous mountains, so high, they break into the Heavens.

The mountains were like giants, that watched your every move,
their heads were covered in the silver lining of the snow.
The only way to escape their gaze, was the small train
that ran through the valley through a small cave, leading
to the outside world.

The valley itself was layered with soft, pastel green grass,
Speckled with sparkling white snow. The land had a bumpy surface,
hills and plains stretch out as far as the eye could see.
This valley was unknown to the rest of earth, it was like
its own little world.

A river rimmed around the skirts of the valley, the sound
of gushing water could be heard, as it crashed against
the pebbles and stones beneath. It meandered perfectly
round the plains.
The source of the water?
A waterfall to the east, the crisp clear liquid fell
from the heavens miles down the solid mountains, it
seemed it could keep going forever, falling towards
the sky.

To the South-West of the valley the village stood still,
quiet as usual. Only farm yard animals could be heard,
Goats, chickens and yaks were free to roam and graze as
they pleased. The Yak huddled together as a crowd to keep
warm, the goats raided the food stocks, eating fresh produce
and the chickens ran around, causing havoc, knocking over
bottles and pecking holes in everything.
A fairly ordinary day.

All the houses that set there were diddy little cottages,
with the occasional wooden cabin here and there.
The roofs were lined with sandy yellow straw and wooden
framing.
The housing itself was fairly dull, with monochromatic
colours ranging from creamy white, to smokey grey.
All the cottages had a black frame finish. These frames
looked like they hadn't been repainted in years;
the colour had faded back to the original birch wood
where the house was damp, where it was dry the paint had
started flaking off, covering the pavement with plasticized
black paint. The houses main material was stone mined from
the mountains

The sky though, oh my, the sky was the most treasured thing
to behold in that valley. The moon smoked out a beautiful
mist that ranged from brilliant blues, to sea foam greens.
The mist danced over the sky like a silent parade,
the stars littered the sky like thousands of tiny diamonds,
not a single cloud could be spotted for miles around.

Who wouldn't miss, a place like this?

Personality:

Blake can be described as being mellow.
She displays a cool, reserved and serious
personality most of the time but doesn't lack
a humorous side.
Blake is a righteous person who has respect for
other people's lives.
Blake is also an open person and is not afraid to
speak her mind.

Blake is shown to be an introvert who prefers to
be alone.
When she is not, she sometimes may exclude herself
from conversations and demonstrate no interest toward
the discussion at hand.
She is a realistic person who has seen how the real
world works, which also contributes to her stance as a
skeptic on the possibility of attaining a righteous world.

Despite her traits as an introvert, Blake does not lack
social skills, as she is known to be facetious and friendly.
Due to her open way of treating others, she can be a mocker
who tends to say the obvious and points out details in a
sarcastic manner, generally making fun of other people.
She can also lose her temper if provoked, causing her to speak
what she thinks without any significant self-control.

Anthro Outfit description:
Dont have to read if you really dont want to ^^.

She has long, wavy black hair, and her eyes are pale silver, complemented by light purple eye shadow flaring backwards. Her eyes are slightly tilted upwards at the ends, giving her a somewhat catlike appearance. Blake wears a headband with an attached bow which she almost never takes off, even leaving it on when she goes to sleep.

She wears black low-heeled boots and stockings that start off black at her hips, but gradually fade to purple as they near her shoes. On the outside of her stockings, there are white symbols that are belladonna flowers. She wears black ribbons on both of her arms, with a black detached sleeve with a silver band on her left arm. Blake wears a black buttoned vest with coattails, and a white, sleeveless undershirt that exposes part of her midriff with white shorts that are connected to her shirt, although it is partly obscured by the vest. Blake also wears a detached scarf-like collar around her neck.

Weapon of choice:

*Once again, don't have to read if you really don't want to.

Gambol Shroud.

Gambol Shroud has a thick, gray colored sheath with a sharp edge, similar to an over sized cleaver. Although serving as a sheath, it does possess a cutting edge and can be used effectively as a weapon. Gambol Shroud, when unsheathed, appears to be a dark gray katana and is equally as effective as, if not more than, its sheath. The essence of both is that they fit together as one but come out to be two, so that they are compact for easier carrying. When in sheathed form, Gambol Shroud is held by the hilt, but when the two components separate, the sheath is held by a small rectangular hole near the bottom. The katana also has a compact, striker fired pistol built into its hilt.

The pistol is used as a ranged weapon and its recoil can be used to swing or anchor the blade. In pistol form, the weapon resembles a Kama (Japanese sickle), with the gun barrel pointed in the opposite direction of the sharp end. The blade itself seems to be very strong, able to cut through the metal body of an AK-130 Android. The katana's blade appears to be double-edged at the tip with the mostly dull edge meeting the sharpened tip at a spike. The spike would allow Blake to have the sharp end and pistol barrel facing outward, while maintaining a potentially lethal hold on an enemy with the dull end.

By custom choice, Blake wraps a black ribbon tied to her right arm around Gambol Shroud's trigger in pistol form and freely swings it around.

Click for bigger image.
I do not take credit for the background.

Credit to my awesome dad, who helped me even when he could be doing better things in his spare time <333
All art done by me, except for gambol shroud art, that belongs to creators of rwby.
Blake, based off the character from RWBY.

[BaBleu]

reserved with wales

[yeentei]

History/Homeland;; Polar used to live in The North Pole. How did she
get there, you ask? Polar's parents scientists, travelling to study wildlife.
When she was about 4 years old, she had already been to a handful of countries.
One day, when she was about 5, Polar was taken to The North Pole.
"I'm going to find Santa!" She always screamed. So she wandered off to explore the
environment. But when she returned to where her parents were, they
had left. Polar waited and waited. But they never came back for her.
Polar always slept where she last saw her parents, still waiting. The
young bean always kept a supply of food in her pouch, so she fed
off of that. On the fourth night of staying alone, stranded, she woke
up to two eyes staring at her. A polar bear. [Yes, Polar is this JBDs
name. We'll come to that later.] Instead of attacking her, it simply
picket her up, telling her that everything was going to be okay. The
polar bear brought her back to her cave. It turned out that the polar
bear was a mother to a small cub. The cub's name was Icicle. He made
friends with Polar. But the mother's name? She never told Polar her
name, but Polar always called her 'Mother'. Back then, Polar never
had a name. Her mother always used to call her 'Dear', and her
parents forgot about giving her a name. They were all for travelling.
So the Polar Bear named her Polar, so that she would never think
that she isn't the same as the other Polar Bears. She lived with them
for a long time, until the young bean grew to be a teenager. About
14-16. Polar only roughly kept track of her age, so it will never be
exact. Anyways. Polar decided to go for a swim. [As she was very
young, she got used to doing polar bear-like stuff. Her pelt grew
thick fur to protect her from the cold, and she managed to live as
if she was a Polar Bear herself.] And when she was swimming,
she saw a helicopter land on top of one of the mountains. Polar
quickly jumped out of the water, then went to have a look, being
the curious bean that she will always be. She jumped inside the
Helicopter, exploring. Polar had never seen a Helicopter before.
She couldn't contain her excitement. Before she knew it, the
helicopter took flight. [TIMESKIP] After a while, it landed. She
got out, although her eyes didn't meet what she expected. They
had landed in a forest. Polar was confused, she didn't understand
why it was so different. All she could remember was snow, ice,
and rock. Polar ran blindly, until she found herself in JBDland.
Polar noticed that they looked a lot like her, and felt that this
was her home. She was welcomed warmly, and Polar got a house.
"This is my home now," She always whispers to herself. "I can't
go back." Polar's house is very cold, she doesn't really mind it.
She has a 'warm room' in her house, where most of the food is
kept. She also doesn't have a fridge or a freezer, as it is so cold.
She says that the warm "Burns away the memories". People
call her weird, but Polar doesn't care. She just ignores them.
Anyway, it's good to be different, right?

Name;; Polar.
Nicknames;; Bear, Ice.
Gender;; Female.
Age;; 25 years young.

❥ The Cold
❥ Polar bears
❥ Snow
❥ Quiet music
❥ Reading
❥ Flowers
❥ Pretty things
❥ Company

❥ Warm weather
❥ Loud noises
❥ Being in large crowds
❥ Thunderstorms
❥ Being made fun of
❥ Loud music
❥ Bright colours
❥ Technology

Charity;; WWF
Colour;; Blue
Season;; Winter
Thing to do;; Read
Drink;; Water
Type of music;; Quiet
Time of day;; Evening
Animal;; Polar bear
Pet;; Hamster.

Hex codes;; Below.
❥ D5D6D8
❥ 53B5D2
❥ 283233
❥ 111619

Not even one thousand words could describe this wonderful bean. Everything about her is absolutely perfect. As soon as I saw her, I couldn't stop staring at her. I knew that she was the perfect bean for me. I entered immediately. I keep looking at other people's forms, they're all so amazing. Judging is really going to scare me. When I was in class, I almost started crying at the thought of loosing her. She holds a place in my heart, she always will. Every time I look at Polar, I get more attached to her. Polar is very special to me. I've always wanted a dark bean with blue claws and eyes. I've been searching and searching for her, and here she is. No other bean will be like Polar. All of these days... Weeks... Months... Years, even.. She's here. And she's perfect. I love her so much, I cannot say how much I love her.My thoughts are clouded by this bean, Polar has stolen my heart life, she really has. If I win... I'm not sure where I'd start. I would roleplay her, order art, make her a character page, add items, everything. I have had countless dreams about her, it's like she's taken over my whole life. It's very hard to think of things to type.. If I had to write at lease 500 words for the "Why you want her" section, I'd end up writing 'I LOVE POLAR SO MUCH' everywhere. Not that I do in real life. Ehem. I keep reading other forms and I get scared. ono But nothing will make me pull out of this contest. ;3; I have spent day and night working on my form. "Will mute/cry like it? Does it look ok? Does it make sense?" I ask myself, but, no matter what, it somehow never looks right.

[a sky full of stars]

Username;
Name;
Gender; Female
Homeland;

RESERVE OKAT ASHDKSKALJSKD SHE'S BEAUTIFUL CRY!

[Bathtub Barracuda]

Dropping out. She's not for me, but good luck everyone else c:

[Agent Shark]

Username; Agent Shark
Name; Eska Kholer
Gender; Female
Homeland; Eska used to live in the upper most reagens of Canada with a band of Eskimos. Eska often helps out around the camp, hauling food back, Standing watch, and Pulling the sled when it was time to move. The Camp is small, and rather Prone to Polar Bear raids, She even got into a tussle with a [fairly] young one and nearly lost her right foot[She managed to escape with only two toe's missing]. Even so she visits as often as she can to make sure her 'family' is safe. As of Current she resides in Maine but she greatly misses her home when she's gone and the stories they would tell.
[wip]

[aeth]

Username; rose .
Name; Glacé
Gender; Female
Homeland; Most people think it's cold where she lives. But the truth is that it's not. She comes from the lower regions of a certain ocean. She lives on an island, Seychelles. Seychelles is a tropical paradise with a huge rainforest which she resides in. Fruits are always ripe, she mostly eats their mangos and drinks the water of the coconut. Occasionally, she finds wild berries, much juicier than fruit. Those were the Pros of her abode. Now for the Cons. The first Con, she has to hide from civilization. The second, seawater is not drinkable and surrounds the whole island. Third, she can never leave unless she somehow stowaways on a ship which would still be difficult considering it's driven by humans. And finally, she's oh so lonely there. Not many Jellybean dragons were there, if there was, it just means she couldn't find them.

[Adallina]

Sometimes the most beautiful places hold the ugliest hearts,

Username;Hi, my username is Adalgisa!
Name;Agape
Gender; Female
(Homeland;)

1/20/14

It's ironic really, my life. True promises never given, so they never break. The few that have been given are unfortunately always followed through. My name means love in Greek, but I've never had the chance to know it. I was born different, and so, to them I was an alien from planet Zorse.

I was born into a very colorful family. High class, and snooty to anyone not, I was the oldest. But I was also a shadow. Never acknowledged by anyone, if so looked down on. So much for that whole "love" thing.

The only comfort that I took was in the beauty everywhere. Sometimes I could sneak off by myself and just take in the golden light of the ocean's sun-dappled water. It was there that I started to write. Even though I was the oldest, I had always been neglected and no one ever took the time out of their party lives to teach me anything, most didn't even know who I was. It was either learn, or be shunned. They had an image to uphold after all. I taught myself to write in the moist sand, with a driftwood quill. It is only recently that I came into the possession of this journal.

The island that I lived on was a pocket away from the modern world. There was no technology to connect to others with, no "fast" food, and no pants. I have come to understand all of those things but I always wish I could have stayed. Even if it wasn't in my own best interest. I even miss all of the rules. Dark beans were the field workers, and no one must know that I was heir to Anania house. To everyone, even my own siblings, I was only little more than a slave. One of the "darkers" as they called them, not an upper class "light".

Life will change now, I know. I have always hated change, but it is a necessary evil. It is a chance to move on. A hand held out to you from a traveler. I didn't even learn her name, and she was the one to change my life forever, and for better. She was coming along the road which I was walking, the lush blue grasses sweeping the grime from my ankles. Of course I looked down and away from her "light" face. No one likes to look in my eyes. They are even worse than my mostly-dark colors. They have no color at all, like a clear jellyfish. Even I do not like them, I try to cover them as best as I can by draping cloths over my brow.

Then she did something that no one has done before. She tilted my chin up and looked into my eyes. She only said seven words that day but they were enough to change who I was. "You have beautiful eyes." She said, "Come with me." Even though she liked my eyes it would be wrong to touch such light fur with my dirt-caked palms so I went with her on my own. And so, I left the place that used to be the only home that I had ever known. It is too soon to banish it from my mind and try as I might, I just can't. It was in that beautiful place that I hated that I had, finally glimpsed who I was, love.

I Carry My Home With Me: In My Heart

and the beautiful hearts all come from nothing and no one.

[Charingo]

( Sorry, but im new to the adopting stuff, stuff. what does reserve mean? )