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Hello. [Dec. 28th, 2006|07:36 pm]
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Hello. I am new to this community, so let me introduce myself. I am Crumpets. I am 'Candi Sweet' in FanFiction.net. I joined this community because of my love of B-Daman.

As I am new here, I will show to you something that I have discovered.

It was very shocking. I was looking through the internet looking for the word, 'Phoenix'. I found this website (click here) about it. It shows a lot about the Phoenix bird.

When I went to the Poems section, this surprised me.

It was a poem on the Phoenix bird. This is what I read.

The Phoenix Bird
by Hans Christian Andersen

In the Garden of Paradise, beneath the Tree of Knowledge, bloomed a rose bush. Here, in the first rose, a bird was born. His flight was like the flashing of light, his plumage was beauteous, and his song ravishing. But when Eve plucked the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, when she and Adam were driven from Paradise, there fell from the flaming sword of the cherub a spark into the nest of the bird, which blazed up forthwith. The bird perished in the flames; but from the red egg in the nest there fluttered aloft a new one—the one solitary Phoenix bird. The fable tells that he dwells in Arabia, and that every hundred years, he burns himself to death in his nest; but each time a new Phoenix, the only one in the world, rises up from the red egg.

The bird flutters round us, swift as light, beauteous in color, charming in song. When a mother sits by her infant’s cradle, he stands on the pillow, and, with his wings, forms a glory around the infant’s head. He flies through the chamber of content, and brings sunshine into it, and the violets on the humble table smell doubly sweet.

But the Phoenix is not the bird of Arabia alone. He wings his way in the glimmer of the Northern Lights over the plains of Lapland, and hops among the yellow flowers in the short Greenland summer. Beneath the copper mountains of Fablun, and England’s coal mines, he flies, in the shape of a dusty moth, over the hymnbook that rests on the knees of the pious miner. On a lotus leaf he floats down the sacred waters of the Ganges, and the eye of the Hindoo maid gleams bright when she beholds him.

The Phoenix bird, dost thou not know him? The Bird of Paradise, the holy swan of song! On the car of Thespis he sat in the guise of a chattering raven, and flapped his black wings, smeared with the lees of wine; over the sounding harp of Iceland swept the swan’s red beak; on Shakspeare’s shoulder he sat in the guise of Odin’s raven, and whispered in the poet’s ear “Immortality!” and at the minstrels’ feast he fluttered through the halls of the Wartburg.

The Phoenix bird, dost thou not know him? He sang to thee the Marseillaise, and thou kissedst the pen that fell from his wing; he came in the radiance of Paradise, and perchance thou didst turn away from him towards the sparrow who sat with tinsel on his wings.

The Bird of Paradise—renewed each century—born in flame, ending in flame! Thy picture, in a golden frame, hangs in the halls of the rich, but thou thyself often fliest around, lonely and disregarded, a myth—“The Phoenix of Arabia.”

In Paradise, when thou wert born in the first rose, beneath the Tree of Knowledge, thou receivedst a kiss, and thy right name was given thee—thy name, Poetry.

May I divert your attention to the fifth paragraph:

The Phoenix bird, dost thou not know him? He sang to thee the Marseillaise, and thou kissedst the pen that fell from his wing; he came in the radiance of Paradise, and perchance thou didst turn away from him towards the sparrow who sat with tinsel on his wings.

Think about it. I think it was obvious that the animators gave a specific animal for every character.

In this case, Joe is the phoenix and Terry is the sparrow. Shocking, isn't it?


[User Picture]From: shusu
2006-12-28 04:36 pm (UTC)
Welcome! This is really interesting, given all the concepts they did borrow. I'd need more evidence, personally, since the Phoenix is present in several cultures. But it's a good start.

Please lj-cut the bulk of the story.
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From: crump3ts
2006-12-29 07:30 am (UTC)

Thank you.

Thank you for your warm greeting, Shusu. I am glad that you find it so. I will look into this more to be sure. I like reading Greek mythology. :)

I am so sorry. I didn't know how at first. Thank you for that useful link though. I'll remember that from now on.
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[User Picture]From: beaslays
2007-01-19 10:38 am (UTC)
Oooh! Hello! Welcome to the community, Candi! It's me, FCM ^_^

Wow, that's cool, goes to show how much Eiji borrowed from culture (reminds of Shaman King, Takei did a lot of borrowing too, but Eiji's is more subtle). Well, Joe's B-daman IS Phoenix based.
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From: crump3ts
2007-01-29 09:51 am (UTC)

Hi again!

Thanks for the welcome, FCM! (^.^)

Yeah, I think it's cool too. There's a lot of reasons why I think they made his character that way.

If I'm right, it is also from the Phoenix where they got his name.

The Japanese Phoenix is called the Hou-oo/Hoo-oo. "Hou" is the male phoenix and the "Oo" is the female phoenix. There is some resemblance of this to the Chinese Phoenix.

If you notice Joe's Japanese name, Jou Tetsunosuke. The male phoenix, "Hou" is quite similar to it. Just change the "H" to "J" and you have his name.

If my hunch is right, that is where they got his name.
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[User Picture]From: beaslays
2007-02-02 11:54 am (UTC)

Re: Hi again!

Your welcome! You know, in the video game, Joe's Bdaman is named "HunouFudoMaru" Or at least that's what I can understand...it's a bit jumbled in my game.
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