[sorrel.]

Hello all! After a while of thinking it over, I have decided to readopt Wendell. It was a really hard decision, but I think it's for the best. Anyway, on to the competition.
There's no actual form, but here's how it works; to win Wendell, you have to show me what his room would look like! You can order the art from someone if you aren't able to do it yourself. You also have the option of up to two extras, if you want to use them. They can be anything you want. This contest ends in two weeks!

[ZC.]

RESSSSSSSSS AAAA I MUST WIN THIS BEB ;o;

[Jasmine_Cipher]

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- some ideas -
He loves the stars and looks upon them for inspiration.
His room is a bit based of science stuff, such as a telescope, some glow-in-the-dark star stickers, and some other objects.
He has journals that he records of meteor showers, times he takes a chance to see constellations, and the places he goes to see the Aurora borealis ( The Northern Lights )
LOVES Doctor Who, Invader Zim, Gravity Falls, and Steven Universe!
Mostly friends with species other than jelly bean dragons, such as, 2 kiamaras, some ocs of mine, and much more.
Lives in a fancy house. OwO
Instead of writing of see meteors and stuff, he is very much artistic.
WIP

[tigressa]

Marking maybe aa

[gold]

mark

[Evil Muffin Overlord]

Mark mark!
(His name is set as Wendell, correct?)

Ideas: pastel colors, with black/dark grey accents; little hand-painted pictures everywhere; messy furniture (kind of like, half-heartedly put together, with the layout obviously designed by himself)

Is often able to slip out of the house undetected, since his parents are very busy with eight children under-foot.
Isn't anti-social/anti-family, but does need alone time, and does need to get out of the house and play around with his own ideas
Likes play fighting, and loves video games like Pokemon and Final Fantasy (although he usually doesn't play Final Fantasy, preferring to watch others play it)
Sometimes (AKA a lot of the time) has a hard time verbalizing his thoughts, so often resorts to drawing them out, and his family has gotten used to this, though people meeting him for the first time can be a little bit weird about it for a while. Get's very frustrated when he doesn't have a notebook and pen on him, so he always carries one in his pouch.

Will have to drop out... Sorry! Good luck to the winner... ;A;

[.starfish]

Res if i have time

[Ｍｉｓｓｉｎｇ✖]

My JBD hangout account - LiNK
Zi's room


He's a gamer / reader/ has a love for pillows & robot parts / poster of random things that caught his interest/ messy room cause of the boxes and everything else in it/
- plant loves
- likes to chart stars in the sky
-futon for a bed
- has 4 posters in his room ( one on each wall)
- stand for his games
- small TV in him room on the wall not closes to the door
- has a medium size box filled with parts ( robot part, gears, tools, etc.)
- wall with the window lies his varies of pillows next to it ,is his personal book shelf that has lamp on top of it.
- his bed is under his window
- he also has a wall shelf the hold a metal jar of oil , a cactus or any type of plants, and a head of robot he took apart ( same wall of the door )
- a medusa lamp in one of the corners of his room
- game counsels and controls for each one
- loves to take apart and put together anything related to mechanical engineering

[she wolf warrior]

res res res oooooh goody oh boy

[GallopingHowl]

Firstly, I would like to introduce myself. You may know me as Gallopinghowl, but there's a lot more to know behind the screen name. You can also find me in the fan club as Gallopinghowl, but I have not posted anything because of one major road block. I simply own no jellybean dragons, and therefore do not yet feel completely welcomed into the chat. I've seen many beans and tried out for so many, desperate for just one bean. After a while, I began to lose connection to beans and had trouble with connecting with them, so I just looked along for a perfect bean. I've had my heart broken here and there, but I'm not beat down so easily. When I saw Wendell, or Caldwell, I was taken back from his colors. Not only was I in love with his little haircut, but astonished by his unique colors all blending together. The perfect term for it would be "puce" or "mauve", a mix of purple, blue, and red. The disturbing name may scare away some, but I feel in love with Caldwell because of the fact that puce, his coloring, reminds me of the color of the mountains under fog. The snowflake on his back just tied the bow. I love role playing and getting to develop the character deeper, and this bean looks like the perfect one for me. He has so much to tell just by his looks and so many ideas fly off into my head at once.

Username: Gallopinghowl

Username in fanclub: GallopingHowl

Name: Caldwell "Cal"

Name meaning: The name "Caldwell" is a Scottish and Old English name that can be broken into two chunks. The first part, "Cald", means cold, while the second part, "well", means spring.

You walk into the room, surprised at the clean interior. All the books are stacked neatly on the shelves and two large windows lighten up the space, yet the room still feels dark and solemn inside. The light, fluffy carpet is comfortable the walk on and is so soft it leaves footprints, like shoes on the snow. The walls are a dark shade of blue, almost the exact shade of night melting in the moonlight, but is covered by small snowflakes in perfectly straight rows across the room. Though the room appears almost vacant due to the lack of stuff, everything in the room has a specific purpose.

1. Bed

Caldwell's bed is a fine shade of dark blue. Nothing appears to be too special about the bed, besides that on the walls around it are filled with different band posters. A large posterstands out from the rest with a threatening black background and a simple smiley face in the center. The posters are all of bands, mostly from the post punk era, and feature different album covers and Caldwell's favorite songs. Despite his love for reading and his plethora of books around his room, it is clear that music is a large part of Caldwell's life. When sat on, it is clear that the bed is far from comfy. The comforter is as hard as a rock, but is very warm to the touch. Caldwell isn't the type of bean that likes to sink into their bed, but will bundle himself up in the blankets instead. At night, Caldwell is a restless sleeper. He will kick out and roll around his bed, resulting in him waking up on the floor occasionally and falling off his bed frequently. The hard bed allows him to have a straight back, which allows him to stay still and attempt to fall asleep.

2. Nightstand

A small, oak wood table next to Caldwell's bed. A large lamp stands upon it with an antique light bulb, like it's been frozen in the past. A few small cups of water are scattered around the surface along with millions of small rings from previous glasses. Books of all sizes and color lie around the lamp with scattered bookmarks like leaves in the fall.

3. Bookshelves

Most young beans have stacks and stacks of video games and toys piled around their room, but Caldwell has none such nonsense. Instead, bookshelves line the edges of the room towering over you. There are books of all genres, but also book shelves dedicated to just music CDs. Everything is alphabetized and organized perfectly on the grey shelves.

4. Hanging chair

A large, wooden chair hangs down in between two book shelves. It's made of woven wood and has many different kinds of pillow stacked up in it, the perfect place to read. A fresh scent of clean fabric wafts off the pillows and comforter inside the small, circular hanging chair. Compared to the bed, this space is very comfortable, soft, and squishy.

5. Desk w/ chair

There is a dark, pine desk within a small corner. It has a maroon chair pulled up to it with four black wheels, but claw marks can be seen in the fabric. It's surrounded by two book shelves at arm's length, but still is enough room that it isn't too tight. The desk is scattered with pencils and loose papers, from Caldwell's previous attempts at writing his own stories. Though most of these stories lay crumpled up in the trash, a few stabled stories were hidden within his drawers. There was a small stack on the corner of the table of broken pencil tips and eraser shavings, all a result of his frustration. It was clear that Caldwell's greatest tool was a pencil, because of the innumerable pencil holders and sharpeners in the drawers. A small, leather sketch book lye within a tiny drawer on the bottom left of the desk, but the pages were blank.

Inspiration

Caldwell lay in his rock hard bed, slowly opening his eyes and greeting the morning's welcoming rays. He narrowed his eyes and stretched out with a loud yawn. His mother pushed the door open a crack to check on him as she spoke softly, "Sweetie, time to wake up." Raynavin said and opened the door enough to stick her head in. Caldwell groaned loudly and curled up tighter in his blankets, causing Raynavin to chuckle lightly.

"It's too early.." Caldwell groaned as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Despite Caldwell being typically mellow and unwelcoming to others, his mother and him had an excellent relationship. They would tease each other and talk a lot, but in reality Raynavin was the one bean Caldwell could open up to easily. He grinned and looked at her, "I finished my book last night." Caldwell said as he gestured towards his nightstand at the myriad of closed books and scattered bookmarks.

"Great job, Cal! Whimsic would be proud of you. You better get looking for a new book though, since I know it takes you a while for that to happen." His mother replied as she smiled and walked out of the room.

Caldwell smiled, but his eyes told a different story. Compared to Raynavin, Caldwell found it hard to impress his father. He tried his best by reading and reading, even beginning to pick up new talents like writing and drawing, but nothing seemed to be enough. Compared to his other siblings, Caldwell felt more like an outcast with only music, books, and pencils to keep him company.

He sighed and begin to wander from book shelf to book shelf. His tail ran across each shelf, lightly dusting each grey surface. His golden eyes studied each title and scanned over each book's spine. Little stood out from him though. A plethora of familiar titles of books his read. As he approached his desk, he collapsed into the deep maroon chair and sighed. His dark puce nails dug into the soft fabric, snapping a few thin strands beneath them. "A book.. a book.. something new? something old?" He stared at the desk and lay his head on the cool wood, beginning to get lost in thought.

A pencil clinked against the floor. A noise as quiet as that would usually be simply ignored by the average bean, but Caldwell was sent flying up in his chair. His claws ripped more at the fabric as he flung himself back and stared down at it. A book, he thought, begins.. as a piece of paper. His eyes drifted over to his waste bin, which was overflowing with discarded, unloved drafts.

A book. Can it begin as only a dream? A fragment of imagination? Could it possibly be made to prove worthy of one's love? Only an author can tell. For I read countless books and have discovered many styles of writing. Poems, narratives, biographies, dystopian fiction, and more. I am the one who reads through all discovers all these authors. But why then am I so clueless? I flip from page to page, word to word, taking in every letter like a breath. Is writing just something to calm the mind? To stop obsessing over perfection? A way to relax? It's amazing how easily books are judged by covers, but what about books without covers? An interesting thought, a collection or short stories with no cover or back bio.. stories about the twisted world in order to show the world how to be beautiful.. With that, Caldwell snatched up a pencil and began to dig through the drawers. He found an empty notebook, but then teared the marbled cover right off.

Caldwell fiercely scribbled words onto the paper, like an animal after it's prey. His words danced across the paper and fixed themselves into tight paragraphs. Though his handwriting was a bit sloppy, the words were written with so much emotion that it could be seen within the curves.

No matter how many books he read, his father never seemed impressed. No matter how many pages flipped and books closed, his father never seemed impressed. Without that goal in mind, Caldwell just wrote. He didn't care whether his father would approve of this and support it nor how his mother would react to his sudden change of heart. Though books would always be a great part of his life, creating the books was also a new, magical experience that would be treasured deep within him.

Caldwell looked at the blank first page, which he had intentionally skipped. The blue lines stood out like stripes on a zebra against the cool, white paper. His pencil stalked across the page, lightly slapping it's talons down and depositing it's graphite poison. He drew a picture. Nothing like the average cover. It did not have a title nor an author's name. Instead there was a small, raven's face within the center with the word "Inspiration" below it. It was nothing special, but still was eye catching enough to spark ideas. A cover page was meant to draw attention to the book, but this page was meant to accentuate the book's purpose. It was like a final conclusion to the book, not a clueless beginning. It brought purpose to the book, to the short stories within it. Even though the stories had only began, it seemed to conclude the book already. Everything in a simple page.

"A raven?" Replied his father, who Caldwell had not noticed sitting behind him.

"A raven." Caldwell said with a devious smirk. "It is death, but it is living. It is very alive and can fly, then why does it mean 'to die'? No matter how you look at it, it's a twisty road. You think your finally getting to your destination, but there is another curve that continues off into the horizon. A never ending road, full of challenges and rewards. It is my inspiration."

His father looked at him. He stared. He blinked. A small, barely noticeable glint of approval formed in his father's eyes. The corners of his lips quivered, but slowly turned upwards. "A raven. A dead life. Living death. A stop at a beginning. A beginning to an end. The continuation of everything."

Caldwell blinked and stared up at his father. All the days curled up in his bed, thinking of different books he could read to impress his father. In reality, he needed to wake up. No amount of chapters or pages could earn affection. There was no set amount of pages to get his father's attention. All that was needed was a step into reality and for him to finally be himself.

For your convenience (Extras)

Everything in this form was created by me, every word to every picture. I wanted to showcase how I would treat him, without any help or cooperation from another. I was able to create a form that featured Caldwell (Or Wendell) to the best of my ability. I wanted to stay true to the contest, by being able to show you how I would be an excellent owner. Because I am a non-owner, you may think I have no experience with jelly bean dragons and therefore do not deserve to own this bean, but that is a misconception. Yes, I do not own any jelly bean dragons, but I am active within the community in my own beans. I recently have decided to draw other's beans for free to share my love for the community. I hope that throughout this form you were able to get a clear view of Caldwell and be able to imagine him fitting in amongst the family.

Extra 1 was the artwork I drew of Caldwell. This consists of the full body in the very beginning and the headshot at the basic information part. To neaten up my form, I also created two dividers: the arrow and a small, striped strip seen throughout the form.

Extra 2 was the story I created about Caldwell strengthening up and finding his inner author. I wanted to show his relationship with his family, deeper into his personality, but still have him learn a lesson within the story.