[aeth]

marking

[Himy]

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[yeena]

possible reserve !
i need to find a bean first
the name would be (satin) if possible, archive checking now


" this cloth doesnt mean a thing really... i just kept it with me. i havent been able to let it go. its weird and yet.. scary. "


- son of a tailor who died
- lived in the back of a fabric store for a long time, which is why he is very interested with cloths
- very, very, very shy and takes a long time in even saying hello to someone
- also very defensive
- paranoia- fear of being alone
- has a whole collection of cloths
- very defensive of his collections

[Tricksters]

Username:
Tricksters
JBD name:
Creux, Meaning Hollow in French
Gender:

Personality:
JBD-hangout account:
User is Tricksters {getting link}
Parent JBD(s):
What will you do if you won him/her?: As in, kept or gift

[Venatici]

-Removed my form so no one can steal concepts or art-

;m;

[epimetheus]

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name taffy reagan
gender afab demiboy
pronouns he/his or they/their
sexuality asexual greyromantic
age/birthday seven/march 1
parent kirin roo
nationality south african

idk story here

hhhhh what a babe. definite reserve, i'm very set on completing my form.
adoptive parent is kirin roo - permission, in case you would like to see it :0
taffy reagan (first & middle)
taffy - welsh, 'beloved' or 'friend'
reagan - irish, 'little ruler'
afab demiboy (transmasculine)
he/his or they/their pronouns
asexual greyromantic
he's sorta shy, but if you get to know him he's v cuddly and affectionate. imaginative, bubbly at times. clingy, sweet, but shuts down in stressful situations and has trouble talking and stuff poor baby
has a collection of hoodies, stuffed animals, animal hats, and onesies
around six or seven and a half years old
also very passionate about dinosaurs. and birds.
cloth is like an anxiety thing????
pet frog - sammy
fan of adventure time, dinosaur train, regular show, ben ten, wild kratts, friends, doctor who/torchwood, pokemon
loves drawing & wants to be an animator :'>
doesn't always wear cloth around mouth, sometimes wears it on leg/tail or as a scarf
isn't mute, but doesn't talk very much (stutter???)
parents died in fire **explain in detail**
had a sibling but they died bc of a shooting incident
partially deaf bc a bullet shot his ear
lived in a bad neighborhood for most of his life, bad relatives & upbringing
atheist
very triggered by religion, fire, guns, blood/wounds/bruises, snow
actually liked his sibling, they were close & he's still shaken up bc of their death
chews on/fiddles with cloth when anxious
as a child - appearance/traits/etc. wip
as a teen - appearance/traits/etc. wip
as an adult - appearance/traits/etc. wip
doesn't have many friends - only one or two very very close ones
art storage - by DerbyGirl by Shykal

[LeavingCSgoodbye]

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The Foreboding mother glanced out her window, biting her nails uncontrollably, glancing back and forth to her baby playing with a couple of childhood blocks, to the window. The mother finally took a break from the window and settle herself in front of the gurgling, joyful sounds of her child. "They won't take you Darnell, my sweet innocent child. I won't let their bloody hands take you." She said, wiping her wet tired cheeks against her dress, pushing her hair behind her ears. She pushed herself right back up, patting her baby on the head. Only chuckling when he smiled at her, maybe taking this short break was better to cope with her nervous nail biting. But the loud slamming as well with shuttering of the downstairs door. The mother quickly unlocked her window, lifting up her baby while she quickly leaped out the window, her shoes making her slid faster than she expected. Crying, shouting, stomping echoed through the house and outside while the mother skidded across the roof towards a looming tree. Her hands gripped onto the nearest branch...sadly the branch was only a twig which snapped into two causing both baby and mother plummeting to the branch lower than the other.

Thudding hard on her back from the overly thick branch, the mother groaned from the impact. The men were rushing down the stairs like a flock of geese to the maiden. The femenine figure grabbed her baby quickly that almost fell from her grasp while she made a beeline to the woods with the familiar people tagging along. After a couple of miles, jumping and struggling to breathe...She couldn't run anymore. "I promised you my sweet baby....I promised those words and I shall cherish them." The mother cried, hearing the shouting closer now. "....Now Darnell..Keep this on you forever...I know you may not be able to know what I'm saying because your young...B-" the shouts got even closer, twigs snapping in the distance. "Mama love's you." She grabbed a twig, digging it into her dress and pulling it so hard that it basically ripped and breaking a few twigs into two. Wrapping it around her lad's mouth, she looked back to find herself surrounded by all.

They grabbed her arm's and legs with such force as she kicked, struggling to break free from their grasp as they took Darnell..the young boy watched her mother scream in agony for her child. His face clearly confused as the unknown man carried him with soft seducing whispers. "Don't worry, you'll have a home in no time..." As he walked out of the woods, back to the house, snapping the baby into the back of the car seat and driving off, disappearing into the distance.

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Username:
Shank.
JBD Parent{s}
Helix & Chessa
JBD Fanclub:
Not at the moment but if you'd like could make an account.

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Basic information:
Full Name: Darnell 'Nell' Jackson.
Darnell has the England version of his name, meaning. "Hidden nook." Basically Nell doesn't take the last name of both parent's, rather want's his biological mother's last name instead.
Origin;; British/Swedish
His father was a French shipbroker while her mother was a Swedish maiden who tended farm animals and houses.
Nickname's:
Nell, Nelly, Nel-Nel.
Gender;;
Biological male.
Age: 6
Pretty intelligent, expert at pick pocketing and doing a couple of parkour stuff for his age.
Dream occupation;; A British Spy organization.
Due to watching most show's/movies that have to do with spies caused him to want to grow up and be like one of them.
Theme song:
Get ready for it - Take that

Appearance:
Height;; 4'0''
Four feet, zero inches. Rather small for his age.
Weight: 49 lb's.
Forty nine pounds.
Body type;; Small, Skinny, in human form has olive like skin.
Fur color: Grey/Greyish hue's.
Eye color;; heterochromia, One a blue green and another a red orange.
Accessories: A satin cloth around his muzzle, Knapsack, childhood blocks.
Childhood blocks are his favorite toy's than electronics's, Knapsack to steal and place things inside of it.
Voice;;
Innocent melodic British accent, yet when angry can be really raspy; sputters things in Swedish words.

Extra information:
Hobbies: [ Photography | Reading | Stealing ]
Quirks;;
● He only want's to learn things by himself, not wanting anybody to help even if Darnell get's into troublesome situations or stressful situations.
● Get's really annoyed to people who are prone to finger-tapping.
● When agitated, tends to read large book's or try drawing realistic paintings.
● Is interested in vintage clothing, tends to have a couple of outfits.
Strength & Weakness:
Strengths: Patient, straightforward, Ambitious.
Weaknesses: Rough, Sarcastic, Blunt.
Pet peeves;;
● When people turn off the light when Nell is still in the room.
● People who talk with their mouth full.
● WHEN people sneeze and cough with out covering their mouth's.
● Singing out of tune.
● Girls who wear too much makeup.
Phobia{s}: Dextrophobia - Fear of objects on the right side of the body.
Darnell dislikes everything by his right side for some reason it seem's unbalanced or unsorted , causing him to get easily scared. He always, always has his stuff on his left side.

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Alert;;
Reserved:
Stubborn;;
Patient:
Critical;;

[Dewey]

reserve!! I will find the time ^^

[.starfish]

Marking
Going to be helping SoulfireStyx

[Chimericect]

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Username:Soulfirewolf; owner of two beans
JBD links;alyssa and Dekoda
JBD FC; boop nwn
What I plan for her; I really do love this girl, whether its the heterochromia or the simplistic design, I just felt a connection with her. I do plan on keeping her and giving her as much love that is humanly possible, along with my other two beans. I have fun developing a character further and always continue to expand on them, whether it be by roleplaying or just writing up some small short little stories to use them by. Roleplaying is a big part of my life honestly, if I am not at school or playing a sport I am either roleplaying or drawing up one of my characters. It's a great pastime as well as a great way to practice my writing skills and develop my character further. If I am not roleplaying, as I said before, I am probably drawing. Drawing is also a great way to develop a character with or without words, although I have a hard time finding a way to express art sometimes I do try different ways. I plan on drawing this girl quite a bit due to her greyscale color it would be easier to draw and color her design in when I want to do a quick sketch if I am bored in school and whatnot.
Will I be active;Although I most likely won't be active on the JBD fanforum, other than ocassionally looking around and maybe posting something every here and there, I'll be active in roleplay with my friends and in real life. I don't always have time to get on the computer and draw digital art, but traditional art will indeed be a yes. Her greyscale design makes it easier for me to get her design on paper, not to mention I can actually color her in. I promise that I will be active with her in my own way, whether it's art or Roleplays, and i will love her forever.






Name:Steele
Nicknames:None


Steele \s-tee-le\ as a boy's name is pronounced steel. It is of Old English origin, and the meaning of Steele is "like steel". TV character Remington Steele.

I chose the name Steele because i believed that it was fitting for her. Although a more masculine name I believed that it was fitting and it went with what I see her as. Her silver colors matched the name, and although I see her as a female I really connected with the name for her. She seemed like one to be broken, but strong at the same time. One who can withstand just about anything. Someone strong.


Gender:Female
Age:12 years old
Birthday:Unknown day, sometime in July
Flame color:Blue
Sexuality:unknown, will be pan
Physical:Thin & Short



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Steele is a rather simple bean with the belief she won't do anything with her life. Although she has rather low confidence, she does try hard and attempt to get that up. She is also like a mouse, quiet and small in the world. That cloth around her mouth makes sure to not let her utter a word, but she never takes it off. She feels she needs it on at all times and is honestly afraid to take the black satin cloth off. Behind this cloth is an intelligent and talented bean who truly does try hard in everything that she does. Her gentle and cautious nature prevent her from being the bean she wants to be, confident and happy with no worries. She stoves to be like that, but with that black satin cloth she can't. The longer she keeps it on the longer she is silenced, nobody to talk to, no friends. The longer she keeps it on the more her voice is suppressed, her song never heard, her pain never understood. Her stubborn attitude never helps, especially when she refuses to take something so painful away from her. She could be free as a bird, and yet she acts as if she is caged. She feels that she is drowning, all her pains and sadness pushing her farther and farther down as she struggled to breath. Yet as her brilliant mind writes in a small, brown journal it's as if all of that goes away. She speaks so elegantly through writing, so calm and serine it's hard to believe she isn't any younger than a teen.

Despite the personality she has towards others, she has her own way of doing things when she's alone. She spends most of her time simply sitting there and hoping for the best. Although not the biggest optimist, she does try to look on the brighter side of things. Steele doesn't mope, however and tries her absolute best to not dwell on the past. She spends quite a bit of time writing in her journal or looking out the window and watching for something to happen. She may be quiet but her brain is full of wonder and her creativity is beyond belief. Like her greyscale body, looking calm and simple, yet she is ike her eyes: wonderous, beautiful and full of wonder. She is a real sweetie, gentle even when alone. She is patient with everyone, never letting anger get to the best of her. Steele, instead of showing emotion, writes it out in an explosion of a wide variety of words. Although she had never been to school before, she seems to have a vocabulary beyond her age level. Nobody is quite sure how she has such a wide vocabulary,especially since she was so isolated from the world.






"I have a world that only i can be, only I can see, the only place I can be the truest me"


Close your eyes and imagine a world. See the warm beach with light blue sands, gentle ocean water lapping as you take in the warmth. Notice the purple/pink waters with tiny green fish like creatures swimming about, unafraid of your presence. A gentle breeze blows through your hair as you glance up to a beautiful purple sky, fading to orange as you see over the horizon. A feeling of peace radiates from this place, the entire world in fact. You enjoy the sight of purple trees, a darker shade the ground. You leave the warm beach, exploring this new world with curiously nipping at you as wonder fills your mind with possibilities for this place.

Steeles world, a place only her she can visit and only she knows of. This is where she retires to for safety, relaxation and happiness. She writes and and all experiences in her little journal, keeping it away from anyone to read. She wishes to remember everything that happens there, and sometimes this is how she sees the real world. Any fear she has is channeled into a character that constantly reappears, she calls him nightmare. A dragon like figure that tries to harm her, capture and engulf little Steele in it. Other creatures, like birds and dogs, are different in her eyes. Steele perceives the world as a mystical place, anything that happened to her in real life commonly being slowly changed to be remembered as something that happened in her world...

Glance over the mountainous area, you climbed the highest one. They are pink in color, instead of being rocky and ridged it was soft to the touch. Odd, bird like creatures flying in a flock. The height didn't scare you, but rather made you feel free. You close your eyes, and once you open them you find yourself in a wide open plain area, odd creatures in which you believe may be horses running free. You glance on the ground, noticing something by your feet. A little mouse like creature stared up at you curiously,,not afraid or nervous to be near you. You studdy it for a few moments, it's beady eyes staring at you intently, it's fuzzy ears like a koalas would be, it's long tail curling around your hand. Suddenly it jumps off your hand and scurries away, as if suddenly afraid of you...

And yet there is that one place in her world in which all things bad come from. A scary, shady place where creatures that are only pure black, as if an outline, but as you will soon discover the variety species she sees as evil all have something in common: they have that black satin cloth. Radiating nothing but pure darkness, these creatures fill her with fear and dread each and every day. All of her stresses, all of her fears and agonies can be seen. She illustrated a picture in her journal, although she would never let us see. The poor girl even has fear in her own world, tainting everything as if it were a disease.

You frown, unsure of where the mouse went. You glance down and start to grow shaky. You feel hollow and frozen, your heart racing faster and faster. The ground grew black at your feet, you fall as it seems softer and throws you off balance. Feeling the substance you seem confused, it felt like cloth. A loud roar from above you makes you shreik, glancing up to see a black dragon with glowing scales. It states right at you and you are paralyzed, anything you've ever feared running involuntarily through your mind. The beast grins, feeding off of that fear and making it stronger. More dark creatures start to show up, from bugs to snakes and spiders, all around you. You wanted to leave now, to escape. You close your eyes tightly, waiting for it to end. Suddenly, you were back to reality. Back to your normal, human life. You stared at the young beans journal, realizing how powerful it was. You shut it and dare not open it again, never wanting to go back.






Alyssa: A mothers Guidance
Alyssa loves Steele with her whole heart, soul, and mind. Absolutely adores having a daughter. Of course having two boys is amazing, but having a girl just makes her very happy. Unfortunately, Steele doesn't talk very much, and although Alyssa doesn't mind she feels a little bit sealed away in Steeles mind. She tries to take things slow and steady with Steele, especially with Steeles withdrawn personality. She wants her to open up on her own and not force anything. The first things she notices is Steeles black cloth around her muzzle. She doesn't try to think much of it, but can't help but feel like it's holding Steele back. She never does anything to rid of it.

Steele, on the other hand, really does love alyssa as her adoptive mother and can't thank her enough. Unfortunately, fear seems to control her right now. She sees Alyssa as someone to be like when she is older, kind to everyone and very calm and collected. She feels that Alyssa is trying to love her, and she really is. Unfortunately, Steele doesn't know quite how to react to that. Whether Alyssa tries to or not, Steele adores being with her and would do anything for Alyssa, well, almost anything.

Patrick: A fathers Reassurance
Steele loves her adoptive father, his sweet and disarming ways make it hard for even a little bit of hatred to be possible. Although she still shys away from him, she does attempt to make contact with him every once and awhile. Maybe by drawing a picture or something and putting it somewhere she knows he will be is something she commonly does. The two could probably get along if she was willing to open up, but she is a little insecure at the moment. As a teen she would definitely learn to be closer to her father, or just her family in general.

Deylin: The oldest brothers confidence
Deylin sees Steele as an oppurtunity to teach, to help guide ones way through life as he does with Dekoda... And as a way to get girls as well. He adores his sibling but sometimes his flirty nature sometimes takes over and he loves taking Steele and Dekoda to the park. He does do some pretty sweet things, like play pirate or something, and they always end up having fun.

Steele doesn't normally interact with her older brother as much, although she still loves him. When she first came to their home Deylin and Steele never even saw one another, Steele retiring to her room and only coming out when it was time to eat. She does ocassionally come out of hiding when she goes to play with Dekoda, but otherwise that's about it.

Dekoda: A younger brothers curiousity
Adventurous, excitable and very curious, Dekoda is always around Steele even when she wants to be alone. He is the only bean to actually have heard Steeles sweet voice and has gained every ounce of her trust. He drags her out of her room on various adventures, opening up Steeles mind to endless possibilities for things. Acting like a normal kid is what Dekoda loves to see her as, rather than a small orphan, or the weak little 'mute' girl. He sees her true power and can help her unleash it.

Steele adores her younger adoptive brother. Although at first Dekoda followed her around and she was rather scared, the two slowly became inseparable. Dekoda is always following Steele, and she doesn't mind anymore. Steele sees Dekoda as therapy, her mind working and seeing the world differently than others. She loves the little adventures he takes her on, commonly writing them in her journal as if they were real events that actually happened.






All around me- Flyleaf
Boulevard of Broken dreams- Greenday
Decode- Paramore
Don't you worry child- Swedish House Mafia
fireflies- owl city
Hello- Evanescence
Warrior- Demi Lavato
Human- Christina Perri
Jar of hearts- Christina Perri
Save me from myself- Christina Aguilera
Set fire to the rain- Adele
Try- Colbie Caillet
Wake me up when September ends- Green Day
You're gonna go far kid- The offspring






Steele likes her black satin cloth around her muzzle, she almost never takes it off. Even when eating, it's loosened enough for where she can open her mouth, but other than that she almost never takes it off.
When she was younger she had very little, no father to help her out- he left when Steele was born. Her mother commonly drank, coming home absolutely drunk and doing some nasty things. She tried her best to keep Steele a secret, giving her the tiniest room possible with little clothes, little food, and the cloth. To keep her quiet she would constantly be hit unconscious, and when she woke up the cloth would be tied tight to hold her mouth shut. Eventually she grew to see the cloth as a friend, as the only thing that she could count on that would be there for her. To her the cloth is like another bean, a two-facedbean. She loves the cloth, but at the same point she fears taking it off, for if she ever dared to even attempt to take it off she would suffer for it. When she was rescued and taken away from the horrid place she called home. To her it's also memories, both good and bad. Memories she loves to remember, but sometimes is trapped inside for so long. She feels that the cloth acts like a cage, and she's the bird inside.





In my Form
Header- by me
Not in my Form
Alone by me
Drowning by me
Small animation by BecnessMonster
Fullbody by me
Human form by me
Her clothes by me
Steele and Dekoda by me
Battle scars by me


{ this was based on a song I was listening to and I wanted to draw something based on it, I didn't expect it to come out like that q o q }

I didn't know what to call this by me

Art count; 10




Thank you so much for the oppurtunity to bring a new character to life and allow me to love. I had a great time making my form for her, I tried my best to show personality and such through writing, although it isn't my best talent. I know that even if I don't win she, or he, will be going to a great home and good luck to everyone trying for this bean.