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I don't have the time to put together a decent form, sorry.

[Fluffy-Jelly]

Wow, what a beautiful bean. ;-; <3
Reserve the name Ariana

[corviidae]

Name:
Alexandra

Gender:
Female

Theme Song: Crystallize- Lindsey Stirling

" In my opinion, this song really gets into touch with reality. It reminds me greatly of emotions, and sounds, and how it helps take into it's form. Just how I would play my music. I let my emotions glide out through every gentle thrust of my violin bow against it's strings, and I let myself get lost into my music, the sounds and thoughts I have taking the lead as I play, forming into the music that I create. And not to mention, I've always grown up with my mother playing this song to me when I was upset, or if I couldn't sleep as a baby and teen bean. It has always been a special kind of song to me. To many it might be odd for a source of comfort, but I, in all honesty, find it very relaxing and comforting."

Story:

It will be brief. ;w;

There was once a wolf in a far fantasy land. She loved to pick flowers. Flowers of all sorts; roses, lilies, dandelions, even the smallest buds. Everyday this fae gathered flowers, taking in their scents and beauty, and keeping them together in a large bouquet. Everyday it grew. Grew with the love and emotions she felt for a special someone. Plucking each flower delicately in her jaws, and placing them in that large bouquet. She made sure she kept her love and devotion, and she picked every beautiful flower from the same spot everyday, until there was nomore that she think her special someone would love. Finally, she got all the bouquet together, and she brought the special gift to her loved one. She brought it to her terminally ill mother at her final moments. Her mother very much loved the gift. Everyone of her favorite flowers showed in the bouquet: tigerlilys, roses, snap dragons, and all of her favorites. She loved them all, and thanked her pup for this large and beautiful gift. Together, the pup and the mother rested together, the pup comforting her mother to be able to rest in the peace she well deserved.

One Extra:

Alexandra's favorite activity is playing her precious instruments to every song she loved. Ones she would use would be the violin, and her favorite instrument, her piano. She will play any soft song with it, and will be more than willing to learn as much as possible with her two special gems.

[chupacabras]

Name;
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Possible names-
Wednesday
Dana
Gender;
Female
Theme Song;
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Story;
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Art;
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Omg reserve

[Labradoriite]

Name:
Gender:
Theme Song (violin)
Story:
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[reignex]

Name:
Mandolyn, a word derived from the mandolin, a stringed musical instrument similar to the violin. Mandie or Lynn for short, I picked this name not only for personal reasons, but the name is very elegant, much like I'd imagine this bean to be.
"Uh-huh. I'm Mandie.. Or Lynn, whichever you prefer."
Gender:
Female
"Definitely not a guy. Do I look masculine to you? I mean, I hope not."
Theme Song:
Silent Love
Mandie is graceful, elegant, patient, and intelligent, but has the ability to be quick-paced and unpredictable. It the beginning of this piece, it is slow and beautiful, then speeds up a little, then lets out a burst of speed, representing her wit and humor, before slowing down slightly, back into her sweet and gentle personality. After that, it plays a compromise of fast and slow, a combination of all of her different aspects. It switches back and fourth, fast and slow, yet still remaining beautifully controlled with a sense of elegance behind it all, representing Mandie in the finest ways.
Not only does the tempo fit Mandie, but so does the type. It's a classical sounding piece, having a beauty to it not found in newer, dubstep violin music, like Mandie herself. Mandie is a hipster without being a hipster. She likes things before they were cool, but not because of that. She just finds less loved things to be more lovable. She likes older, classical music, clothing styles, coffee, and earthy colors. Yet she never flaunts the fact that she does things underground. She just is. Mandie has a unique vibe to her that you'll never find anywhere else, because she's one of a kind, for the better and the worse. The worse being her flaws. Mandie is an over-achiever, and like the quick paced, loud parts of the songs, takes on almost more then she can handle, but somehow manages to pull through in the end with her quick-wits.
All in all, this song fits Mandie like the glass slipper fit Cinderella. If there was a show centered around her, this would be her theme song.
"Sure, if you want to think that. I wish I could play violin like that. I can play piano and sing though, so it's all good. I'm gonna start taking violin lessons soon though. The violin is so classic, refined, and beautiful. I want to be like a violin."
Story:
Mandie was a teenager, still young and-
"Actually, I'll tell the story. You weren't there. Plus, I like storytelling. So, I was just a teen, all fluffy and cute. It was fall, and the leaves were gorgeous colors. I lived downtown, and there were quite a few thrift shops that I loved to go to. Now that you know the setting, let's begin..."

"Mom, I'm going shopping!" I called, opening the door to go out. A blast of chilly air hit me and I shivered. I might have fluffy, thick fur, but it was cold outside!
"Okay honey, be back before dark!" My mom called, and with that, I stepped outside and closed the door behind me. I began walking down the street, passing other beans. I noticed something though- I was the only one who did have any sort of clothing for protection against the cold. Gloves, hats, or coats. I now knew what I wanted to get from the thrift shop. I would get a cute white and black checkered hat with one of those puffballs on the top. It would be perfect.

One Extra:

omg omg omg this bean is so perfect i just auuuughhh! it's a music bean ;-;

[dr. pupper]

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Ｍａｘｗｅｌｌ


Ｎａｍｅ
The one and only Maxwell, at your service'

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
I decided to make her a young lady. I was thinking of making her a male,
and giving him an Italian name of 'Song of the violin'. But I decided to ma
ke her a female, as I think many people will make her a male. I wanted h
er to be, unique. So I gave her the name of a male, and switched her gen
der from what I think many people would see her as.

Ｓｏｎｇ
What Child is This - Lindsey Stirling
I wanted to pick a song that was sad, for her gloomy, black childhood, but inspiring and hopeful at the same time. She believes she near invented the song, and made the beans happy with it. She made them smile, and she made them dance.

Ｓｔｏｒｙ
As a child, she never really talked to anyone. She felt as if she
were worth nothing. She stayed in the attic, playing with wood
, and carving it into all sort of shapes. Her mother took her to t
he park. It was dark and gloomy. On the street was a photo, a p
hoto of something Maxwell saw as beautiful. She took it, and ke
pt it in her pouch. She stayed in the attic all the time.. With no
thing but the photo, wood, and a knife. She carved it everyday
and barely ate.. She gathered string from the cobwebs in the a
ttic corners.. She made it. She made a violin. A beautiful, beau
tiful violin. Carved and polished beautifully. She sat high on th
e roof... And she played her song. A song that made the gloomy
streets turn into what felt like lively parades.. The beans watch
ed.. Some worrying for her as she sat on the roof, others staring
with no emotion. In the first time, in so, so long.. They smiled.
Everyone, smiled.. They were no longer sad and down.. They sm
iled brightly.. And they danced.. And they sang. Maxwell only wa
tched with no emotion.. But she felt, something in her.. Somethi
ng she had not felt in a very long time.. She was.. Happy..

Ａｒｔ
Wip.
I have an idea.. And idea I hope will be beautiful.

I'm sorry.. I couldn't get art done in time. I was trying to draw it in a new art program, and I could barely finish the sketch.. I'm sorry...

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The Name is Sherlock
As a fan of the Sherlock Holmes novels, the first thing that comes to mind
when seeing anything related to a violin is dear old Holmes. Therefore, I'd be
delighted to name this fellow Sherlock in the master sleuth's honor.

And He is Male
While some may think this bean is girly, I can see it as a male.
So, male is my decision for gender! There's nothing else to explain, really.

The song that most fits him is Danse Macabre
As Seen here, Danse Macabre, Op. 40, is a tone poem for orchestra,
written in 1874 by French composer Camille Saint-Saëns. It started out in 1872 as an art song
for voice and piano with a French text by the poet Henri Cazalis,
which is based on an old French superstition. In 1874, the composer expanded and
reworked the piece into a tone poem, replacing the vocal line with a solo violin.

Why does this song fit this Bean?
The song's melody has quite feel to it; the song starts low and calm,
and yet as the song continues, it becomes more lively and exciting.
I find this song rather illustrates his personality well; Somewhat dark, and melancholy,
and yet some parts almost seem like an angry tempest, and others soft and lighthearted.
Sherlock is rather calm on the outside, and quiet, but there is a tempest inside his soul.
Need I say more?

As for the Story I have to tell...

It was not, by any means, the most pleasant night. In my 27 years of life in this world, I had most definitely seen dryer ones. Ones that did not make my fur stick to me in such an annoying way that I wished with all my heart, for that brief time of sitting in it, that I was bald.
My name is Sherlock, and I am a loner by nature. I have lived alone for all the adult years of my life, and I would prefer that it stayed that way. I was not, in any means, out in the rain waiting for someone, nor going to visit anyone, not me! And who would I visit? After all, the town was dead asleep- that, or they where shut up in their homes, avoiding the rain shower. I should have went inside myself, but, alas, I was and always have been a fool, and stubbornly remained where I was. What in the world was I doing, you ask? I was watching a light. A light, why would I watch a light? Well, it was not just any light, but a very bright, moving blue shine in the distance, at the edge of the forest path. I was not sure what it was, but I knew I had to find out, or it would be on my mind for the next few days tormenting me. So, as I saw it begin to fade in the distance, I stood. It was not going to get away!
I followed after it, my tail swishing in the muddy puddles that the rain had caused on the path that lead toward the forest. The light vanished momentarily, and I hurried my walking after it. That light, oh how it drew me in! I had never been so fixed on getting to something in my life I thought then. What was it about this light that so entranced me?
I was nearing it now, catching up; it's eerie blue light fell on me, as I squinted to get a better view if the source. But again, it sped on ahead. I ran after it again, hoping I would not loose it in the rainy fog, and the forest's gloom. It never occurred to me that this could be a dangerous venture; that the light could be some villainous Will-'o-The-Wisp trying to lead me to my doom, perhaps by leading me over a cliff, or into the choking depths of water. I saw it again, flickering before me, but before I could reach it it vanished once more.
I then slowed my pursuit, as I seemed to hear something playing in the distance. A soft, light hum, like that of a string instrument, most likely a violin, playing. Slower now, I continued on, the music getting louder and louder. And soon, I found its source. There was a being there, what it was, to this day, I cannot define. Ir could have been human- yet it could have been a bird, or a stag. The shape seemed to change, and was never decided on what it would be. And, it was ghostly; you could see strait through it, almost as if it where not there. It glowed with the same light the light I'd seen had glowed with.And so, this was the light I imagined. I stayed in the trees, not daring to disturb.. it, whatever it was. I had never heard the song it was playing on it's ghostly violin before, but it was enchanting. And was so soft, yet would rise occasionally so high and mournful, that I'm sure the coldest mad in the world would have began to cry. Then it became bright, merry, and thoughts of summer time and of happy open fields, filled with butterflies and flowers and peacefully flowing grass came into my mind. Then it got wicked, and harsh. The notes sounded like a cruel man yelling, and sounded of all the pain in the world, and made my heart fill with an anger and a dread. Then, it was light again, yet something about it told of lies; a bittersweet, false tune was the best I could say about it. But from that it turned to joy once more, a light hearted tune that made me laugh, BUT! Alas! That laugh made the ghostly phantom stop it's song, and it was gone before I could say another word...

One Extra:

Poem; I have no idea what this has to do with anything but, here we go;

A night has gone by so forlorn,
A tear was shed when came morn',
Today I leave, today I go,
So much farther away than I've ever gone.
And with me I take, a sweet farewell tune,
Sang for me by their sweet voices...
and I am now far across the sea, Hoping they'll remember me..

[Wolf in a Fedora]

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N a m e:
Clair
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G e n d e r:
female
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T h e m e S o n g:
by Lindsey Stirling
I chose this song because
she is shy and quiet in the beginning
then as you get to the chorus you find
she is unique and talented, and simply herself
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S t o r y:
"you take one look at me and think violin right? No, that's not me, that's my parents. There's more to to my story than my coat or inheritance"
As a child Clair always wanted to be a professional clarinet player, that was her ultimate dream. Although her parents thought differently they wanted her to focus on being a normal bean and play outside and enjoy life, play with the other beans her age. Her parents were professional violin players and hoped she would have a passion for violin as well. Clair on the other hand would much rather be with her music and learn to play the clarinet she ignored her parents and never listened to them she never took orders from anyone. She wanted to chase her dream, become a professional clarinet player. As she got older she learned to appreciate the outdoors a little more but still clung to her dream. For her birthday she asked her parents for a clarinet, she begged and she pleaded, finally on the day of her birthday her parents handed her a present she opened it and what did she see? A clarinet! All hers! Clair squealed and jumped up and down this was the day, this was the day she could finally chase her dream. She played her clarinet all day and into the night locking herself away from everyone to follow her dream her parents couldn't separate the two! Soon she wasn't seen without it! Everywhere she went her clarinet came with her, it became her most prized possession it never left her side she slept with it right there by her side every night. Soon Clair's parents become worried, they wondered if she'd ever rid of that clarinet. Clair progressed in her ability to play it, but wasn't making time for others. She was determined to chase her dream, she got older and got even more talented with it! She practiced so much until one day she had memorized 100 songs on it! She is still chasing her dream.

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A b o u t:
Clair is silent and shy at first, doesn't talk much stays to herself and hidden away, but once you get to know her you will find she is not at all what you think. She is a very bold bean, nobody tells her what to do, she takes orders from no one and chases her dreams. She is very adventurous and stubborn she spends her time either playing instruments or exploring the outdoors. Clair has always had a passion for music everywhere she goes she's usually humming or singing. She's fierce, and doesn't take any flirting from guys, "if they want to have a chance with me then talk to me, I don't want to hear their desperate flirting" - Clair. Clair doesn't take insults "if your pathetic enough to insult me or call me a name go look in the mirror" -Clair. She loves her clarinet and plays it quite often, she plays many instruments though the clarinet is her favorite. She's only social to her friends anyone else she pushes away. Clair loves to live and explore life no matter what others say she'll always stay true to herself, and chase her dreams!

[Brittle]

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