[PolarAzulTigris]

What is a Jellybean Dragon?

A Jellybean Dragon is a fluffy, friendly dragon that hatches from a jellybean-like egg. Their diet consists of fruits and insects, but they also love sweets and desserts. Their fur is soft and long, usually brightly colored, neat, and shiny. Jellybean Dragons are mostly gentle and happy, and love attention. Most are Great Dane-sized when they are fully grown, but some of them can grow as big as a cow. All Jellybean Dragons have pouches on their bellies, which they use to carry around food or younger JBDs.

He's not the old style, sorry folks. Broke it for a bit since I've been on the down for the past couple of days I wanted to make a bean to reflect it. You know what. I'm going to make this a long contest. Lets say four weeks. It'll give me time to get the things I need to get done. -shot-

Due Date is
August 22nd!

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-Five art pieces
-Frontmeme is allowed on this one.
-You can pretty up your form.
-Any picture of the bean will be considered a piece of art towards your five total. (This does not include drawn pictures of items)
-Show me you want him. Impress me. You can add anything extra to this form.
-Polar loves Rock, he was inspired by rock. It's good to stick to the genre. Just a tip.
-Please only enter if your serious for completing a form, there will be limited pages.
-15 page limit unless I decide to raise it, so pay attention.

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-Images that don't have the 515 in them will not count towards your five limit goal. This means the reference image; the official reference of 515 will not be held against this amount. You can edit it to use to pretty up your form and I've provided a transparent version for this. Sketches/pictures of the bean will count towards that amount.
-Art can be done by you or someone else.
-Quality over quantity.
-You can use a sketch style like this. The art style is up to you, it can be sketchy, lined, full detailed, background, cell shaded, lineless or even pixel art. It's all up to you. I just want to see effort into the art.
- You can have him more than once in a piece and it'd be considered 1 piece, example of this.
-Animation would be considered 1 piece. (if it is as the former statement of 515)
-You can create a playlist as an extra, He/she can have a favorite song but as we all know we have more than one song we like, don't feel shy about putting more into the character.
-Make the character seem 3d, not 2d. A lot of characters have flaws and their strengths, show me this.
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Song used while Creating Design: Ultra Numb

Gift Art for The Winner
By Gherit

[kittu]

Dropping out ;u; <3
Again, sorry Polar <3


Giftart <3
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By Me <3
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By RedPandla <3

[slurm]

DROPPING OUT
I am going to leave my form here for stuff and stuff though. I am weird, so don't ask me why.

Username;
Gerbilfuzz

JBD(s);
Marco

Fanclub Account;
Gerbilfuzz

Name;
Harold

Nickname(s);
Harry - common
Rolly - rare

Gender;
Male

Age;
37

Type;
Longfluff

Horns;
Ram/Curly horns

Size;
Slightly smaller than a cow

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Demons by Imagine Dragons (favorite song)

Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

Song by Artist

Song by Artist

Song by Artist

History:
A tiny dark grey egg was laid by a colorful, purple mothers, who's mate was light grey with bright orange and green markings. They were both cheerful, polite, kind, gentle, and had hearts full of love. When their child hatched they raised him like he was the most beautiful colorful baby, ignoring the fact that his base colors were dull compared to them and that he looked, well.. creepy, scary, and unhappy.
Harold's face shape makes him naturally look like he isn't the most cheerful bean ever, the reference of him on the oekaki he actually is frowning, and slightly annoyed, his face isn't that unhappy looking that it naturally looks that unhappy you know. He can smile very easily though, just not as big as a smile as someones who's face naturally goes into an upward, more happy looking expression.

Harold's parents did their best to raise the bean to be happy, social, and have a lot of patience. When Harold was about nine years old he started to realize he naturally looked unhappy and sort of mean so he started to work on his social skills a lot more and be more willing to pick up on his parent's nice personalities.

Harold had trouble making friends as a teen, some girls liked him a bit because he looked "tough" but never really made friends or started to date because he looked unfriendly. As Harold got older he eventually got into the habit of smiling, waving, and holding gentle eye contact for a second, then looking down, while still smiling. He made some more friends, not many close friends though, but the few close friends he got were very close. Harold even dated some girls for a while, one or two broke up with him for another boy, another one or two he broke up with due to their bad personalities and tempers, Harold has since been looking for his dream mate, he feels like she is somewhere out their, meant only for him with a personality like his parent's and endless love for him and their future baby beans.

Harold started to get his horns at a very early age, at about sixteen they started to poke out, he thought he had small horns like his mother for a while because they looked like small horns when he was nineteen - twenty-three. When Harold reached twenty-four though he realized that they were curling backwards, he had his grandfather's curly ram horns.

Harold began to notice that sometimes he felt, ambitious when he was older. He has been fighting that ambition since. Sometimes the thoughts that come to his mind scare him. He feels like there is evil inside him, calling him to nurture it, to hurt other's starting with feelings, escalating to giving them mortal wounds like a frog in a pot of cold water, slowly trying to turn up the heat. Harold made himself a little journal, he has a section in it that tells himself about his "evil" and tells himself how the evil starts to turn up the heat so he can remember to jump out before it gets too hot. He reads that section of his journal every night before he writes in his journal. He will also read his "evil section" of his journal when he starts to feel dark feelings too. Inside that section of his journal he has a page taped in from his Mother's journal, which she gave to him when she was very old, and getting a bit sick too. She told him to read it after she died. The page he taped in is not actually ripped out from his Mother's journal, it is a copy of the page, Harold would not dare risk damaging the precious page, which tells him how much his Mother loved him and things she wanted him to do with his life, he loves to read it when he is sad, or is getting angry or dark feelings when he goes to that section of his journal. The first twenty or so times he read it he cried for a long time, the next thirty or so he would tear up but then make himself strong as push away the bad feelings, knowing that pushing them away is what his mother wanted.

Harold's father passed away in his sleep seven years after Harold's father. Harold was very upset, and when one of his close friends from a younger age noticed, he sent Harold a young kitten to take care of to take Harold's mind off his father's death. When Harold got the kitten he didn't know what to do at first, so he got it a bowl full of milk, a bowl full of water, and chopped up some chicken breast for it. (As a JBD Harold didn't eat chicken breast of course, but he was living with Marco and I at the time and I had it). Now, I must tell you that I, Gerbilfuzz, am a cat lover and have had three cats so far, and currently have my fourth cat, a special needs cat. He doesn't have any super special need, just one of his three extra toes in curved inward so it has to be kept short because it won't wear down by the cat walking and if it gets to long in grows into the cat's paw. SO now that you know that you might assume correctly that I have a house full of cats toys, cats food, cat grooming supplies, litter-boxes and a food and water bowl. Why Harold didn't just show me the kitten and have it eat normal cat food and play with normal cat toys and stuff, I do not know. But for two weeks Harold just kept the kitten in his room, the kitten did it's business in a cardboard box with shredded paper towels, played with feathers and aluminum foil balls, and slept on Harold's bed.

When Harold had the kitten for about two weeks I kind of "discovered it" and told Harold just to let the little cat eat normal food and use all the "normal cat supplies" that I has for my cat. I took a look at the kitten, who turned out to be a orange tabby male, and we agreed on the name "Tiger Fizz". I called him Fizz most of the times though, Harold called him Tiger, and Marco called him Cheese Puff.

Two years later Tiger Fizz was fully grown, and new lots of tricks (because I enjoy training cats). Harold was completely over his Father's death by now of course and he has been living a normal life since.

Personality:

Harold - Polite|Enthusiastic|Cheerful|Social|Honest|Gentle|Loving
Darkness - Ambitious|Anti-Social|Rude|Careless|Harsh|Dishonest|Hateful

"Two minds, one body"

Harold himself is not all wonderful, you just can not tell the difference between bad parts of his personality and the "Darkness's" personality. All Harold and I can tell is that he rarely shows much bad personality.
Harold has become great at fighting down his evil urges.

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DROPPING OUT.

DO NOT READ THIS FORM!

Something with someone else's form and their copying really annoyed me, and I am no long entering...




Username:
Crimsoned
Name:
His birthname was Blitzkrieg, though it is unsure why that was his name.
He changed his name to Requiem when he became a teen; he always claims he changed his name because "A Requiem used to be the song of death, but after I show the world my song, a Requiem will be the song that brings the death of the old age, the lousy slow tunes and the drum-less beats."
Gender:
Male
Favorite song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMz9mbgNDyM
History:

Its said that no one ever can remember the day they were born.
Maybe they're right; maybe they're wrong.

I'll tell you something, though; I can't remember who my mother is, who my father is, or how I was given the name Blitzkrieg. I can tell you this, however; the day I was born, the world sang a song. They sang a song of rock,
Personality:
Art:

Animation Sketch, really really rough without horns or leg fur; by me.

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ono <333


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Name;
His birthname was Blitzkrieg, though
it is unsure why that was his name.
He changed his name to Requiem
when he became a teen; he always
claims he changed his name because
"A Requiem used to be the song of
death, but after I show the world
my song, a Requiem will be the
song that brings the death of
the old age, the lousy
slow tunes and the drum-less beats."
Gender;

Welcome to the crazy house, I will be your host.

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Quotes

“If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
― Mark Twain
“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
― Oscar Wilde
“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
― Apple Inc.

[.Toboe.]

"And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard ...
But I'm not sure"



GIven name: Ash
Chosen Name: Nirvana
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Preference: Heterosexual
Birth date: June 18th
Zodiac sign: Cancer
Occupation: Musician, specializing in guitar and vocals


Likes:
Rock music
His brother Charcoal
playing his guitar
a good run through an empty field
Dark chocolate
Coffee

Dislikes:
Most sweets
being confined to one room for too long
Pop music
when his CDs scratch
JBDs who talk too much
Having to wake up
Airplanes (They spook him when they fly overhead)

His worst fear:
Having his guitar stolen

What he keeps in his pouch:
Extra picks (He prefers not to use his custom pick, so as not to damage it)
Guitar strings (For when a quick replacement is necessary)
CDs and Walkman (For listening to music on the go)
Headphones (Also for portable listening)
Comb (For his flowing mane of course!)
Extra hair binders (in case the one around his tail fluff snaps)
Blanket (He sets this down to stand/sit on when he plays his guitar)
Book of sheet music (For when he plays for a crowd)

Hobbies:
Nirvana's hobby is gaming. He played video games with his brother when he was younger, but these days, he doesn't get the chance to play much. He still goes to the arcade from time to time, for a bit of fun and nostalgia.

Favorite song: "Let's Kill Tonight" by Panic! at the disco

Books and Music:

Nirvana renamed himself Nirvana for a reason. Nirvana was the band that inspired him to become a musician in the first place, and he loves their work. Rock music in general is good in his book. Despite being a big fan of Nirvana, his favorite song is not by the same band. He loves "Let's kill tonight" for it's beat and lyrics. It speaks to him on a level that is a mystery even to himself.
As for books, Nirvana doesn't read most fiction novels, and mainly reads books on music theory.





♪-Antisocial-♪

Nirvana goes out of his way to avoid contact with other beans. He won't speak to another living soul unless it is absolutely required of him. And even then, he tends to be abrasive and unfriendly to those he speaks to.

♪-Stubborn-♪

Once Nirvana makes up his mind, he can't be swayed from that line of thought. At least, not without one heck of a fight. If you want to convince him otherwise, be prepared to spend a long time doing it!

♪-Overconfident-♪

Nirvana is good at what he does, and boy does he know it. Sometimes though, he'll get ahead of himself and take on challenges that he really can't handle.

♪-Independent-♪

Nirvana insists on doing nearly everything without assistance. The only time he will accept help is if the situation is dire.

♪-Reserved-♪

When unable to avoid conversation, the most Nirvana will say about himself is his name, age, and occupation. He prefers not to delve into his past too heavily, and would rather focus on the present.

♪-Passionate-♪

Nirvana is incredibly passionate about his art. His music is his heart and soul, and in his own words "I couldn't live a day without it." If at any point he feels upset or angry, he'll pull out his guitar and play a song to vent. "As long as I have my guitar and my music, that's all I need'

♪-Determined-♪

Nirvana's resolve is absolute. If he sets out to do something, he'll do it, even if it means trying until he drops.



Nirvana (given name Ash) was born a fragile and sickly bean, plagued by a weak immune system and a frail physique. His condition made it difficult to near impossible to do things on his own. His parents were required to keep a close eye on him at all times, and he was never allowed to explore or play with other young beans.

As he grew older, he also grew to hate his condition and his confinement at the paws of his parents.

it wasn't until he was 16 that doctors were able to treat his frail condition, and make him strong enough to do things on his own. He had never interacted with beans his age before, he didn't know how to greet them, or react when they greeted him. He became reserved and quiet, and nervous about contact with other beans. The only one he didn't make a point to distance himself from was his older brother, who was the only bean to treat him his age when he was ill.

Nirvana and his brother had a very close relationship. They would play games, and listen to his old records, but by far Nirvana's favorite activity was listening to his brother play his guitar. He would sit and listen intently for hours, if his brother would play for that long. It was this and listening to the records that inspired Nirvana to dive into the world of music. His brother taught him everything he knew in the free time that they had together, and in time Nirvana became a talented musician just like him.

After Nirvana turned 18, his brother left home to make it big and become a professional. He left Nirvana a custom made guitar, pick, and case, all matching, as well as a broken half of his first CD attached to a string and made into a charm. Nirvana hated to let him go, but he knew it was his dream. From that moment on, Nirvana promised himself that he would follow in his brothers footsteps and become a great musician. The only things holding him back were his introverted nature and his parents.

As soon as he turned 20, Nirvana officially changed his name from Ash to the name he proudly wears now, naming himself after his and his brother's favorite band, and packed up his things, leaving his childhood home behind for good.

Over the next five years, Nirvana slowly but surely made a name for himself. He called his one man band UltraViolet, named after his guitar, and would play wherever beans would listen. His signature song was a cover of Nirvana's Lithium, although he did a mix of covers and originals. Beans loved to hear him play, but his attitude sometimes pushed them away, as he still disliked direct contact and conversation for the most part.

Fast forward two more years to the present, and Nirvana is still doing the same old thing, going from place to place and playing for anyone who will listen. In the future he hopes to find his brother, and play with him once again.




Nirvana's accessories were mostly passed down to him from his brother. Featured in his history, The pick and the guitar case were custom ordered and given to him by his brother. He wears the pick around his neck rather than using it to play, as he wants to keep it in pristine condition. Also shown in the history section, the disc charm was another gift from his brother. His ring and earrings were all Nirvana's own purchases. He spent some of the money from his shows to get his ears pierced and buy the earrings. One pair is silver, one pair is Garnet, and his music note earrings are made of metal.

And last but definitely not least...


Nirvana's most prized possession. UltraViolet. This was another hand me down from his brother. Nirvana is attached to his guitar as if it was his child. He would be devastated if anything ever happened to UltraViolet.



Nirvana
Sitting on the edge
Nirvana and UltraViolet
All of the art in this form was made by me, .Toboe., unless otherwise stated.

[wickedfoul]

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Username:
shaddic


-huffs- Yes, yes. That's the little demons name...


Name:
Lyndon MacKay


Age:
27 years old

Zodiac Sign:
Lyndon is a Gemini



Honestly? Zodiac sign as well? What are you into that...Housetrapped...thing?


It's called Homestuck, Lyndon


-folds his arms- That's what I said.


Why I want Lyndon to come home with me:
|I'm going to start off by saying that since I was a young child, I've been surrounded by rock music, even if it's just the classics. I remember my dad would play random songs off of his Ipod. Now you'd think that'd be a slightly bad influence on a young child mind, but it seemed to bring out my creative side.

|The moment I saw this bean, something inside me...clicked...for lack of a better word. I just loved the dark colours with the flash of bright purple, and the design overall. Another thing that caught my eye was the shaggy, messy hair. Not many artist give their designed beans edits for hair, and when a unique one with hair comes along like this guy, I jump to the chance to try out.

|Like I said before, Lyndon just really clicked with me. I'm not going to say I deserve him, but I'll say this: I'd be one of the happiest owner alive If I got the chance to own Lyndon.


-sarcastic slowclap-


Favorite song:
Bring Me To Life by Evanescence
History:
|It started off on a warm, windy evening. A little dark egg with a streak of purple was wriggling around in the paws of an excited mother with an equally excited father hanging over her shoulder. The wind whipped around, tugging, whistling through the parent's fur and grazing their skin gently. The two had been waiting for their son for a few months now, but at this moment it seemed so real. They were going to have a son! A small crack appeared in the shiny surface of the egg. Then another. And another! Not long after, the egg was covered in tiny cracks before a small, dark nose poked out and shattered the egg. With his hind legs tucked in, the baby toppled forward, onto his mother's chest. She cooed softly at him, encouraging him to open his eyes.

|And yet they stayed shut. A day passed. Then three, then a week, and yet the baby's eyes stayed squeezed shut. The parents got increasingly worried as the week went on. They debated if he was blind, or just stubborn as they watched him toddle around on soft paws. The father decided to walk around, asking random couples how long it took for their babies' eyes to open. They said usually just as they were born. This troubled them even more. After that, the mother kept her son close, cradled in the crook of her arms.

|"Lyndon, dear. Your mommy and daddy are worried for you. Open your eyes, sweet." The mother cooed, nosing her son. The baby turned over at the sound of his mother's soothing plea, and her voice warmed him to the core. Maybe he should open his eyes. It sounded like she'd be happy if he did. The baby slowly rejected the darkness and opened his eyes, accepting the strange, foreign thing that his parents called 'light'. He glanced up at his mother, seeing her for the first time. She was 'purple'...with random 'spots' all over her body. Her eyes were yellow. The color of the object called 'Sun'. She wore a scarf as well, lightly draped over her shoulders.

| He blinked at her and giggled, pawing at her muzzle. Suddenly a darker shape hung over his mother's head. "He opened his eyes" a deep voice came out of the creature's mouth and he recognized it as his fathers resonating tone. He was darker, like the color of the weird dark patches under the trees called 'shadows'. His father had blue eyes, the color of a cloudless sky. The baby smiled at the two, but they didn't seem to have the same expression. His mother was making an unfamiliar expression, her muzzle slightly wrinkled, her mouth a bit agape, and her eyebrows pointed out. Was it called 'surprise'? He had heard the word before, with the sound of a raised voice. Is this was 'surprise' was?

|Lyndon's father on the other hand was just staring at him blankly, his eyebrows pointing down, towards his muzzle, his muzzle wrinkled as well. The baby was unfamiliar with this expression. He didn't know what it meant. Was it... 'happy'? No...It didn't look like it to him. He wasn't sure. A bit confused, he continued to gurgle and giggle, but his parents began to talk in hushed tones. "His eyes." his father muttered. The mother turned to look at him. "I see his eyes! It doesnt mean anything's wrong. He may just be.....adjusting to the light. !" she murmured, a bit nervous. She studied her son's eyes a moment. The area around the pupil was yellow. Just like her eyes. But the area around it.....Black. Pure black. Not the kind of black you would see at night in the sky. It was the color of pure darkness. An unfriendly color. One that made you cringe and shiver and curl into a ball of fear. Black. Not white. No white could be seen. Just black. Completely black.

|||| Days passed. Months passed. And finally, years passed. Lyndon was 14 now. He was running through a field. No, he was flying. Or at least it felt like he was flying. The wheat whipped at his fur, his new purple markings shining through the black as the sun bounced off of his silky coat. "Hey, Lyn, slow down, could ya?" a soft voiced called from behind. Lyndon perked his ears up and stopped, laughing. It was his friend. His only friend, to be exact. He chuckled and shouldered her. "Too fast for you, then?" he laughed. "Ha. Ha." she joked, bounding forward. She then stopped suddenly, her ears sticking up. "Do you feel that?" she murmured, glancing at Lyndon, a look of uncertain fear in her eyes. "Feel what?" Lyndon laughed, figuring she had just been joking. Yet as he padded next up next to her, he could suddenly feel it. In the ground. The ground was shaking. Vibrating. Like a million paws were thudding on the ground. Then he could hear it. A loud sound. Thumping against earth. Lyndon's prediction was correct. The dragons from his 'pack' were rushing down the hillside, towards Lyndon and his friend. He narrowed his eyes "What do you think they want...?" Lyndon asked. He turned to see his friend slinking to the ground, her ears back. "I'm sorry..." she mumbled. Lyndon glanced back at her.

|"Sorry? Sorry for what." he asked his friend, but the other bean ran towards the pack, tail tucked. Lyndon was confused. What was going on? Soon, the pack was circling him slowly, their lips pulled back in a snarl, the ears flat to their heads. They gave him disgusted looks as Lyndon shifted on spot, close to the ground. "We've let you stay for too long." a voice hissed, echoed by the others muttering "Too long. Far too long." and other inaudible words. "You are an outcast, Lyndon MacKay. You do not belong. You're just a mistake." a different voice called, echoed again "Yes...A mistake. Just a mistake." Lyndon's paws seemed to be glued to the ground with fear. Where were his parents? Where was his friend? His friend. She had set him up. She had betrayed him. "No...No, no, no....." Lyndon murmured. "Yes..Be gone, Lyndon MacKay. You don't belong." the first voice hissed again. The remarks seemed to be leaking out Lyndon's life force, destroying him from the inside out. One of the beans lurched forward and snapped at Lyndon's ankles before all of them were. Biting, nipping, snapping at him. They nearly got on top of him. Lyndon couldn't take the abuse any longer. He ran, feeling his former pack's paws slamming against the earth, thundering after him. He ran as fast as he could, as far away as he could before he heard a screech and immediately recognized it: His mother's.

|Lyndon whipped around. He could just barely make out the shape of his mother being drowned by his former pack, leaping on top of her, swiping at her. He focused his hearing. She was calling a name. His name. Lyndon watched in uncomprehendable horror as they dragged his mother away, back to the 'campsite'. He could do nothing but stare. Hours seemed to pass before he finally moved again. He seemed to be walking against his will, towards the spot where his mother was taken. Something yellow was lying there on the ground. Lyndon picked up the pace and ran towards it. Once he neared it, he froze on spot. It was the scarf. His mother's scarf; the one she'd always wear. Lyndon collapsed to the ground and nuzzled the scarf as if it were made of glass. He sat there for what felt like days before promptly nosing it onto his neck. He turned around and began to walk. He walked towards the setting sun, hoping that would take him somewhere. Somewhere where he could have hope.



-his self-confidence seems to have shrunk- You're....really doing your research, huh....?



Accessories:
Lyndon only has a few select accessories that consist of a satin yellow scarf, about the color of his eyes, thought maybe a bit lighter. This scarf is the one that appears in his History, as seen above. He also has striped gloves, yellow and black, sort of in resemblance to caution tape. He also has six piercings. This includes a lip ring on his left, a nose ring, and four industrials, two on each side of his ears.


-tugs at his scarf self-consciencedly-



Fur and Eyes:
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█ Middle Gray █
█ Light Gray █
█ Purple █
█ Eye █

Personality: Blunt · Lost · Testy · Uneasy
Blunt···
Lyndon isn't much of a talker, but when he does talk, his responses are usually short and blunt. Other than that, he usually never talks, which is fine considering he doesn't like contact with other beans
Lost···
Lyndon's is pretty lost in life. When he was forced to leave his `pack`, he was wishing to find some hope but instead he found nothing, and he's still trying to find that hope, but he's quite skeptical that it'll ever find him.
Testy···
Lyndon has a very short temper nowadays, and if you pester him the least bit, you should expect to be yelled at or snapped at.
Angry···
Lyndon used to be one of the happiest beans alive before the age of fourteen hit and bad luck came his way. After he was shunned, he had too much time to himself, and too much anger welled up inside him. And what pretty much happened is that since he didn't have anyone to vent to, the anger just bottled up and made itself home inside Lyndon's heart
Antisocial···
Lyndon is about as antisocial you can get. He usually spends his entire day sitting in the house listening to music or on his guitar.


-shrugs- She did an okay job describing me, I guess....




Art:
First Piece; falling
Second Piece; i'm just a monster
Third Piece; relaxing
Fourth Piece; glancing back
Fifth Piece; Lyndon concept

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[Clive]

Dropping out.

[epimetheus]

~×××~

i think im droppin' out yo.
give my congratulations to the winner ~

[Sambee]

Sorry, but I have to drop out.

[~Sundapple~]

Bump!