[she wolf warrior]

ahhhh you lucky ducks!! What babes !!
Congrats !! nwn

[Tricksters]

omg the tan/pink on that top baby is too cute <3
congrats guys!

[wickedbvnes]

the top will be going to Roger the Alien with name undecided

[tiredlett]

Hot dam!
Congrats!

[wickedbvnes]

the bottom baby is going up for adoption.
this will be a short contest, lasting ( at max ) for a week.
i need you to tell me a name, personality, and do one piece of art. feel free to add extras.
pm me any questions.

UPDATE:
by extras, you can do anything. art, writing, whatever takes your fancy. this is basically a lowkey impress me.
PLEASE dont use the name bluejay. please. i know it sounds weird but it's a personal thing.
FAMILY:
miguel:
very sporty, kinda oblivious father. would probably lose his kids if he took them anywhere big. loves to get involved and pretend he's young again.

dave:
loves technology and his kids. would do anything for them, probably.

rohan:
he has social anxiety. he's very emotional, sensitive and quick thinking. takes shelter in the arms of his family.

valdemar:
kinda evil. loves the dark and stars and all things spoopy, i think.

tulio:
polar opposite of his twin. very cheery and loves flowers and playing with his family and friends. very outgoing and naive.

cuervo:
loves birds, cakes and sweets. very sweet himself, can seem like a pushover. very forgiving.

[she wolf warrior]

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username;; She Wolf Warrior || current non-owner
name;; Hawke Torogoz
gender;; male
short personality;; || persistent || determined || tad bit of a show off || nature lover ||
curious || respectful || inquiring || open minded ||
age;; 12
interests;; || birds || tree houses || his brother's cakes ||
pottery || making up stories ||

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Hawke is a very energetic bean, as expected for his age. He's not one to hurt or betray anyone, but he will most certainly make up stories to get him out of trouble, or just for the fun of it. Having a brother is very convenient for him, as he can and will blame things on Cuervo, but his parents figure it out eventually. He doesn't intentionally get himself or others into trouble, by now it's just a natural instinct I suppose. Besides his trouble-making, Hawke is a very sweet and carefree little boy who loves to share and gain new stories. He adores learning new things, especially if they are of benefit to him. ( such as learning how to safely and quietly bring frogs into the house without anyone knowing, or how to hide something without anyone finding out, etc ). He has a dream to one day become a " tree house master ", and to customize and create his own tree house in the woods. He's always doodling his " dream tree house " on paper, or simply explaining how great it would be to friends or family. He is a bit of a show-off, but not so much so that it could hurt anyone. He simply gets over-excited about something and ends up exaggerating a bit. for example, " Hey guys! Guess what? I just ate a super awesome extra delicious cake ! it was the BIGGEST cake i've ever seen! And I got to eat every single crumb. It tasted like eating a rainbow! ". He does have a deep and healthy respect for others though, remembering when to stop with the jokes, remembering personal space and taking the time to listen to others. Only his closest of friends know that he secretly is a big cuddle bug. His parents also know about that side of him. He also loves everything about nature, which is why he decided he wants a tree house when he's older. He often asks Miguel or Dave to take him to a nearby nature park, and then he loves to take long walks and listen and watch the birds and deer. It's amazing to Hawke, that he shares the planet with these incredible creatures. He loves to walk around with his field guides and binoculars, with a backpack stuffed with snacks and a slice of cake from Cuervo. He also makes sure to ask lots of questions, often coming to his parents or trustworthy friends or his brother to ask them something. The questions range from " why does my nose look funny? " to " how did the universe get created? ". He also makes sure to respect everyone's answers and opinions, and if he needs a more solid answer, he goes around and asks others. Hawke is a sweet little bean, who has a habit for mischief but at the end of the day just wants to lay down with you and ask you how your day went. He's respectful of your opinions and choices, and will always have a deep love for nature.



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" the frog pond "

Hawke, Tulio, Vlademar, Rohan and Cuervo were all sitting around the dinning room table, bored out of their minds. Nothing could explain the emptiness and boredom they felt. They all sat, pushing peas around a plate with their forks. Suddenly, Hawke jolted up and yelled, " Hey guys, this day had been ULTRA BORING. our lives are WASTING AWAY! " he exclaimed. He then, stood up, pushed in his chair, and loudly opened the back door. " C'mon, guys, why don't we go out and have an adventure? " He asked his siblings. He then motioned his head towards the door, and slipped out. Rohan asked nervously, " Won't dad and daddy get worried about us?.. " Cuervo shrugged, and soon followed behind Hawke. One after another, they all decided to just follow Hawke. They were bored anyways, what could go wrong? Hawke was bouncing happily outside, looking back at his siblings happily. " Follow me! " he said, as he hopped towards a brush-like area. They all called to him, " Wait up! You're going too fast! Where are we even going? " . Hawke called back " You'll find out when we get there! ". After about a good 8 minutes of walking, or running, in Hawke's case, Hawke finally came to a stop abruptly. He waited for his siblings to catch up, and once they all did, he whispered, " shhhh, be quiet now. Follow me, carefully. Make sure not to disturb anything, got it? " He lifted up a leafy branch, and as he did, a large, secluded and cleared area was revealed, and a large, round pond was shown. Hawke tip-toed carefully around the area, and then whispered to his siblings, " watch this. stay quiet, though. " Hawke scavenged around for a good, heavy rock, and then when he was satisfied with one he scooped it up, waddled over to the edge of the pond, and plopped it in. It made a loud " Kerplunk " sound. After seconds, the pond seemed to explode noisily. About 17 bullfrogs screamed loudly and hopped out of the pond, scattering everywhere. Valdemar seemed pleased, Rohan stood behind Cuervo, Cuervo was astonish and Tulio sat with wide eyes. Hawke was frantically running around to catch one, laughing loudly. Finally, he scooped one up, and waddled over to his group of siblings. " what'd ya think? " He said, smiling proudly. He seemed quite pleased with himself. " Anyhow, they all stared at Hawke. Valdemar reached out to touch it, and it squeaked loudly. The frog was unhappy, to say the least. He began kicking and squirming violently in Hawke's hands. He giggled, and so did the rest of his siblings. The frog squeaked, and slipped out of Hawke's hands. He called, " Hey, where do you think you're going? " and chased after the frog, which slipped back into the pond. Hawke said to his siblings, " come on guys, don't be party poopers! join in! " He then continued to run around hoping to catch another frog. Cuervo slowly stepped towards Hawke, and then began to run around trying to help him. The rest stared at each other awkwardly, and then Tulio shrugged and went off to find wild daisies to make tiny frog flower crowns with. Valdemar began to toss rocks into the pond in hope of bringing more out, and successfully made around 22 more frogs leap out, screaming and croaking unhappily. After about an hour or two, They heard the calls of Dave and Miguel from down the trail, looked each other in the eyes, and frantically started questioning Hawke about how they were going to get out of trouble. " Hawke, this is all your fault! It was your dumb idea! " Called Valdemar. " Me? you guys were the ones who followed me! you didn't have to! " He said. Rohan mumbled, " see, I told you guys that they were going to catch us.. now what?.. " Tulio went around in a circle, gently placing a flower crown on each of them. They all calmed down, and Cuervo flashed a quick thumbs up at Tulio, as if to applaud his idea. Hawke then said, " guys, don't you worry. Daddy-o and Dad-bot will understand. " As their calls got closer, Hawke finally decided to step out of the clearing. He called to them, " Daddy-o! Dad-bot! we're here! don't worry! " They soon rushed up the path, and Miguel sighed deeply. " You should have let us know you were leaving! We were worried sick! " Hawke nodded sadly. " I know, I'm sorry, dad. I won't do it again. " Dave exchanged a glance with Miguel, and then he said " Miguel, now that we know they're safe, why don't we have some fun?.. " He smirked a bit. Miguel chuckled, and then closed his eyes. " Why not? " he replied. They all went back into the pond area, and Hawke demonstrated how it was done. He picked up a rock, kerplunked it in the pond, watched the frogs fly out, and caught one for his dads. He smiled proudly, once again. All of his siblings smiled, and they were all relieved that they weren't mad. Hawke whispered to his siblings, " See, I told ya we weren't gonna get in trouble! ". For the rest of the afternoon, the whole family enjoyed a frog-filled fun day. It sure was better then pushing peas around their plates.


" The Cake Factory "

Hawke was humming quietly as he happily trotted down the stairs. He saw Cuervo, Tulio and Rohan doodling on paper in the living room, and Hawke stood in the hall, kinda just spaced out, thinking for a minute. He then suddenly snapped back into it and announced to his siblings, specifically directed at Cuervo, " Alrighty! I've got an idea. " He said. Rohan sighed quietly, and continued to color with his head down. Hawke began to ramble a little bit, " We need to make money. I think that it would do us some good to buy a popcorn machine, ooh! or a new TV. So I have a plan. Cuervo, you and I start a cake factory! Rohan, you can help too if ya want. Since Cuervo's cakes are like a slice of heaven, I figured other kid beans would like a taste, too. We could make a fortune.. " He giggled. He then slid on the hardwood floor over to Cuervo and said softly, " C'mon, what harm could it do? you're a cake mastermind! Maybe this would get you recognition in the community, to help you reach your goal of being a cake master.. Y'know, this would be good for you, too. " He said, with a gleam in his eyes. Cuervo looked into Hawke's eyes. " Really? Do you think that could really happen?.. " He questioned. " Of course I do! would I lie to my twin brother?.. " He said, obviously trying to take advantage of the naive bean. " Really? Well then.. " He paused for a moment. " I guess i'll help.. " He finally decided after a few moments of silence. " Great! " Hawked exclaimed excitedly. He then beckoned Cuervo to follow him to his room. They went up the stairs, Hawke holding Cuervo's hand and sort of dragging him up the stairs. Then he pushed him into his room, and shut the door. " alright, here's the plan. I've always wanted to say that.. " He giggled. He pulled out a paper with a lot of doodles and sketches on it. It showed a large, outdoor setting, with many tables and chairs, and A sort of " cash register " area. Cuervo studied the paper for a bit. Then he finally got it. They were to make an outdoor restaurant. A sort of a cake factory. Cuervo nodded, while Hawke rambled on about how things would work, and how they'd make a lot of money. He also suggested making the rest of the siblings work here too. Hawke then said, " I've already got all the stuff ready, too. We'll use these pillows for seats, and cardboard boxes covered up with blankets as tables, and we'd have to make cake indoors and smuggl- er- bring it outside for the beans to order from. I've already made a Menu, too. " He handed Cuervo a menu, and then revealed a bunch of copies and extras behind him. He then nodded, and said, " lets get started! " Cuervo nodded and said, " I'll go get my baking tools! You go clean up the kitchen. " he then rushed down the stairs, excitedly bouncing towards the kitchen. When Hawke got to the kitchen, he found Cuervo already mixing a batch of cake big enough to feed every bean on the planet. He then said, " Alright Cuervo! I'll start mixing some chocolate creme cake, while you finish up the Vanilla butterscotch. " They then spent the next 3 hours mixing, baking decorating, repeating, and making a huge mess. By the time they were done, it looked like a doughy cake bomb had struck the kitchen. The ran outside, and placed the cakes on a larger cardboard box table. They began to drag the supplies downstairs from Hawke's room into the driveway, and setting up the restaurant. soon, it was all set up according to plan. Lastly, they had made some flyers to spread around town to get some business stirring. around 40 minutes after they set up the flyers, about 6 or 7 kids came to check it out. They were delighted. Cuervo was slicing up the cakes like no tomorrow, and Hawke was seating them and taking orders. He took the pleasure of collecting the money, and then shoving it in his pouch and giving a satisfied smile every now and then. By the time the day was over, there had been over 26 beans there, and business was going well. All of the buzz of this outdoor cake factory was good for Cuervo, and his career as a cake master should be successful. When another few customers arrived, a loud crack struck through the area. Everyone was silent. Suddenly, rain began pouring and pounding down on them, and the cakes had been ruined. The cardboard tables got soggy, and all of the beans were soaked. Angry bean kids rushed out of the place like scurrying mice, and Cuervo and Hawke were left drenched, watching them go sadly. The decided to just take a few things inside, and then they were very disappointed for the rest of the afternoon. There was no telling that rain would strike. Cuervo uncovered a few things to put away, and Hawke pulled a stack of money out of his pouch. He counted it, and it least it was dry. " 142 " he announced. He was expecting to make a lot less in one day! They both nodded approvingly, and agreed they would split it. Cuervo then uncovered a big cake, which was Vanilla Bean cake. Hawke's favorite. He gasped, and said, " Cuervo! You're the best. " They both sat and enjoyed a cake together, and all seemed fine. The rain hadn't ruined the say at all! if anything it brought the two brothers closer



"Hawke!!.... HAWKEEEEE!!" Valdemar called out in a desperate attempt to catch his brother's attention. "Where are you heading off to? The woods are a long shot from home, and you know what they say..." He grinned calmly,"Those who go in... Never come out!"
Hawke quietly turned his attention to Valdemar as he began to take his first steps into the dark, dreary woods that seemed to lack life itself.
"Which is why I'm going to be the first to come out!" Hawke decided to reply playfully after thinking carefully as to what to reply, as he then trotted off into the woods. Valdemar sighed, knowing that his creepy made-up saying was ineffective. Valdemar knew the woods possibly better than anyone else in the family, and it pleased him to know that many beans believed his made-up saying - all but Hawke.
Hawke chuckled monotonously as he continued down the damp dirt path - "Surely", he thought,"These are just woods. If this were a jungle, I'd understand, but these are woods." He confidently reminded himself as the scenery around him started to become almost distorted - twisted, even. The trees looked like death itself - Coal-colored bark, wilted, bone-thin branches, and knife-like thorns protruding from the tangled vines that traveled for what seemed like miles throughout the cold-dead ground. Hawke swiftly took notice of the change of scene - from a green, dewy lawn lined with trees full of vitality to a dark, twisted wood full of scattered 'scary' trees and deadly-looking bushes. With an uneasy catch of breath and a flick of his tail, Hawke turned around, only to see that the path he once took seemed to have disappeared from existence. But something caught his eye. Something quite different - something that for once, looked more fascinating than threatening. On a heart's impulse, Hawke decided that if he was going to get back home, he would capture this odd something as a prize to bring back home proudly - an odd, blue glowing sphere that seemed to illuminate the darkness. Regaining his confidence, Hawke crouched silently. The orb appeared to levitate in its place, when suddenly-
"OOF!!" Hawke came crashing down on the cold damp ground. The orb was floating closely by his nose in a manner that seemed to mock him. Embarrassed though he knew nobody saw his failure at catching this orb, Hawke resorted to following it instead of catching it if it wouldn't stay still. As he regained his balance and hopped up onto his feet again, the orb zipped past him - right into the darkness that lie ahead. Uncertain as to what would happen next, Hawke darted down the path - soon to be surprised that it wasn't just one orb, but 2 - no, 3 - 4 - 5!
There were five glowing orbs floating in the open, right in front of Hawke as he eyed the orbs in awe. It was then that Hawke noticed something significantly different - there were bushes ...With leaves! And they seemed quite numerous in this part!... But something wasn't quite right. Hawke's ears perked up, his fur began to bristle in fright, and he clenched his paws together as the bushes began to shake abrubtly. BAM!
Voldemar was right over Hawke, laughing in a free-spirited tone. Hawke, looking up at Voldemar who was now laughing at Hawke's surprised expression started to brighten up and laugh along.
"You really started to think these woods would eat you alive, didn't you!" Voldemar continued laughing as Hawke got up on his feet again.
"I knew it all along that the woods wouldn't eat me alive, creeper-peeper!" Hawke replied, laughing at himself for the fact that he let himself get frightened so easily.
"But enough of these woods, let's go home. Dad's preparing a delicious meal tonight!" Valdemar said, now dragging Hawke along as the light of day started to get brighter.
"What were those glowy blue floating things, though...?" Hawke asked Valdemar as he tilted his head - perplexed at the entire adventure he went through.
"Those...? Those... Those are spirits! Nobody knows where or how they came to be, but they're said to guard the woods against bad creatures - though they're said to only show themselves in that form to pure-hearted creatures." Valdemar replied as he opened the door to the house.

no one knows, it could just be another one of his tales, but who knows?..

written by Bettalong.




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Miguel - " Daddy-o "

Hawke absolutely adores Miguel. He finds it funny how Miguel often eavesdrops on him and his conversations, and sometimes plays pranks on him while talking with his siblings. He also enjoys stealing or asking for a bite of his food, as he's always got something interesting on his plate. He adores the Hispanic foods he brings home, and will often question him about where he got it, what's in it, etc. He also enjoys taking nature walks with Miguel the most, as he knows a lot about storms and nature conditions, and loves to hear him explain it. He also likes to mess with his tail, and make jokes about him and his " big ears ". Hawke loves Miguel, and often refers to him as " Daddy-o" . He says that one day he'll let Miguel help build his tree house. Hawke loves Miguel, and couldn't ask for a better father and friend.




Dave - " dad-bot "

Hawke aspires to be like Dave, and to take over the world. Not really. Hawke loves Dave too, and often tests his limits on " would do anything for kids ". Hawke does love Dad-bot, but sometimes he just doesn't care to listen about " technology and how awesome it is ". Don't get him wrong, he does love his video games, but how they work don't matter to him yet. Although, when Hawke does feel up to it, Dave will be the one to go to about " sciencey questions ". Hawke loves to make robot noises and make jokes about it with Dave, and loves to watch movies with him. Hawke calls dave " dad-bot ", and Dave calls him " Ro-hawke ". He loves his Dad-bot, and will always treasure his memories with Dave. Hawke considers Dave one of his best friends.





Rohan - " Gully-boy "

Hawke is sensitive and careful around Rohan, as he knows that Rohan himself is quite sensitive and fearful. He knows that he's already very doubtful of himself, so he fears he'll make it worse, and usually avoids talking to him as he knows that sometimes he says things he doesn't mean. He won't pick on Rohan, and tends to try to get him to laugh and gives him compliments each morning. He also will take the time to listen to Rohan if he feels up for talking with Hawke. Hawke calls him " Gully-boy, " and that's often what he uses when addressing him, although it may embarrass him a bit. Hawke honestly just wants to get to know Rohan a bit better, and wishes the best to him.











Valdemar - " creeper-peeper "

Hawke finds Valdemar kinda funny, actually. Despite his " evil " appearance and behavior, Hawke loves to mess with him and his interests. Hawke doesn't mind the " creepy " things he likes, such as spiders and owls. He actually sometimes stands outside of his room in the hallway with the door closed making owl sounds to annoy him. One time, he asked Miguel to let him set up a ladder outside of his window and make owl noises next to Valdemar's window, and Valdemar's reaction was priceless when he opened the window to Hawke. He still laughs. He often teases Valdemar too, but eventually he's learned to ignore Hawke. But, once in a while they do cooperate to make a " master plan ", such as bring a bunch of spiders into the house together or to tease the rest of their siblings. Hawke calls Valdemar " creeper-peeper ", as it sort of fits.




Tulio - " Tulip "

Hawke also thinks that Tulio is funny, yet in a charming way. Tulio has a sort of aura that just makes Hawke feel happy, and Hawke loves to chill out with Tulio and talk about the most random things, such as " hey, do you think that frogs like music? " or " what's your opinion on the color of leaves? ". Hawke loves to often take nature walks with Tulio, or as he calls him " Tulip ". Sometimes they pick flowers together and make flower-crowns out of them and run around the house yelling " We're blooming, we're blooming ! " Although, Hawke will tease Tulio and often trick him into doing something, and will mostly be the one the he blames things on. Although Hawke may take advantage of his naive nature sometimes, Tulio eventually gets over it and they continue their nonsense and random chats.





Cuervo - " Pastel "

Hawke personally thinks that he has the strongest sibling relationship with Cuervo. They both enjoy each other's company, and they love to just talk hours on end. Hawke and Cuervo have both agreed that they will both help to build a tree house together, and will live in one together when they grow up. Hawke adores Cuervo's love for birds also, and often go on walks together without Miguel or Dave. They both love to find feathers together, and they love to just admire nature itself. Hawke is absolutely terrible at baking, but with his brother's help, he may just learn how to bake a cake without burning the house down. Hawke's absolute favorite food is Cuervo's cakes, and takes a slice with him almost anywhere. He also adores Cuervo's plush crow, Caw, and they often have " private parties " with Caw, Cuervo and Hawke. Although Hawke loves Cuervo, he does blame things on Cuervo too, but Cuervo has honestly learned just to deal with it. Hawke adores his brother, and wouldn't trade their relationship for the world.




Noctis - Starlord

Hawke finds Noctis funny. She's quite nutty, which is good entertainment for Hawke. He loves to watch her laugh and go crazy over seeing a comet, or something dumb like that to Hawke. He loves to ask Dave and Miguel if he can so star watching with her, and he calls her Starlord as a joke. Seriously though, she goes crazy over comets. Hawke doesn't understand what's so interesting about a star, but as long as she's happy and busy he's entertained. He does like to chill out and relax on the grassy hills while star gazing, it's rather soothing and peaceful. But, as long as Noctis is flipping out about stars, he doesn't get much rest. Although, she is quite kind and he enjoys her company and may go to her when he feels sad or vulnerable.




Hunter - " Huntderr "


Hawke absolutely loves Hunter. He loves being around him, and catching and picking up jokes and pranks from him. Since Hunter is quite cheerful, he puts Hawke in a good mood each time they meet. He loves the fact that he has the best jokes around, and is willing to listen to him also. Hawke also likes to give him pottery, often using the color of Hunter's eyes for inspiration. He loves to go " prank shopping " with Hunter too, they go around and buy or find things that could be useful for a good joke or prank, and make plans out of the ideas they've collected. Hawke thinks hunter is the coolest dude around, and aspires to have the joking skills that he has one day.




Nikki - " Ki "

Hawke thinks that Nikki is really cool, and that she's the coolest surfer around. Although he doesn't know how to surf and doesn't have a surf board, he'd totally dig taking lessons from her. He also thinks that the fact she knows so much about marine life is really cool, and once Miguel and Dave let her and Hawke go snorkeling together, and the whole time she was explaining what was going on and what sea life was around them. Hawke would say that was one of the coolest things he's ever done. He also thinks that her fiery attitude is funny and admirable, he funds it funny when she calls out someone who looked at her the wrong way. Hawke likes nikki, and thinks she's really cool, although he may be sarcastic towards her to get a reaction out of her, which isn't very nice of him. He apologizes after she blows her fuse.

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I can't get over the bottom baby.. res

[corviidae]

marking to watch! if you're adding friends for extras, I have my baby girl Eileen who's looking for friends >v< pm me if you want!

[azemyc]

ahhh possible res??

depends

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➤ Hello! I'm Anna, and I'm currently the owner of three gorgeous, well-developed beans by the names of Harper, Kai and Wendell. My beautiful trio never fails to make me smile, and are well cared for, with high quality art ordered on a weekly basis and roleplays of each being conducted daily. My beans' information is currently being housed here, but be warned that some aspects of the thread are unfinished and rough, as it is undergoing renovation. I can be contacted on Skype upon request, on the JBD fanclub, via Kik, and more. I'm stronger at writing than art, but I try my hand at both for this form. I write short stories - sometimes novel-length, depending - involving my beans, on a weekly basis, at the least. I went ahead and created a form geared more towards writing for this contest, as it's my tool of the trade when it comes to developing characters, but all of the art currently in this form was done by myself.
Please do not hesitate to contact me with any questions regarding this form or my current beans! I don't bite c:

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Most of this information can be changed to fit the family, I just tried to to fit his specifics to what I am aware of for the Torogoz family and their personalities. Please don't be considered by any personality discrepancies for beans other than "Miles", they were unintentional and based on my interpretation ^w^

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➤ This bean goes by the name Miles Amari Torogoz. His first name, Miles, was given to the child by Miguel. The name means "Soldier" in Latin, and the reasoning behind it currently remains a mystery. Miles goes but just that - Miles - but is called Mills when being teased by Wendell. The middle name "Amari" is, surprisingly, a female name, and was given to Miles by both of his parents. It means "Peace", "Faith" and "Calm in a storm". The last name Torogoz was given to the child through his lineage, and is the name he most proud of. It represents family and ancestry to him, and Miles adores being called by it.

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➤ Miles was designated male at birth, and identifies as so. His persona is fairly masculine and fits most traditional male gender roles, but this may change as he ages. His "official gender" has not yet been decided, but currently he identifies as a cisgender male.

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➤ Click on the image above to visit Miles's Playlist. These songs have been chosen either because they represent his character, reflect his ideals, or follow his own tastes.

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➤ Introverted
Miles is a fairly introverted bean, enjoying alone time more often than not. He prefers being solitary to inhabiting large crowds, as it gives him quiet time with his thoughts, but he actually doesn't mind mingling in small groups. Miles loves making new friends, and can hold one on one conversations for hours, but often has trouble tolerating massive crowds of noisy people in a small, inescapable place. He often panics in large groups and gets frustrated, leading to uncontrollable fidgeting, lots of sighing, and anxious requests to leave the area.

➤ Friendly
While Miles is fairly introverted when it comes to large crowds, in small groups Miles is very friendly. He won't hesitate to smile at a stranger, help someone pick up their books, or pick a turtle up off the road, urging it to safety. He's naturally kind and friendly, and will go out of his way to help others. It gives him something of a rush, making him feel as though he's doing good and improving the world. He doesn't mind cheering strangers up, and will even stoop to making fun of himself in the efforts of "humor" to ensure others crack a grin. This does mean that he's sometimes used and walked all over, since Miles has trouble saying "no" and knowing when to stop being kind, and he occasionally finds himself overwhelmed with overdue favors.

➤ Clingy
Miles can form bonds with others really quickly, and often finds himself terrified of losing friendships. He craves a reciprocated relationship, and will do his best to create one, even if the other party doesn't seem to care as much as he does. Miles will make sure to sit next to a specific person whenever possible, set up chances to hang out at frozen yogurt shops after school, and invite them over to play board games whenever he gets the chance. Change is hard on Miles, so when friends move away he'll call them quite often and will panic if he thinks a relationship that he worked hard on is about to end.

➤ Lonely
Miles gets lonely quite frequently, resulting in clingy relationships and sad sighs. All the bean really wants in life is a chess partner whose skills match up to his, and someone who cares about him as much as he cares about them. When that isn't what he recieves, he'll get bored with his familiar surroundings and want someone to hang out with. If nobody appears, Miles might find himself lonely and irritable. His big family often keeps him from feeling this way, though, and he knows his parents and siblings will be there for him whenever they are able to.

➤ Dreamer
Miles is something of a dreamer, with his eyes always turned to the future. This trait comes with optimism. He has big dreams and aspirations, such as becoming a rocket scientist, and is determined enough to make sure these dreams come true. This habit of having massive aspirations, however, sometimes leaves the bean angry and bitter when they don't come true.

➤ Intelligent
Miles is intellectually sound, and has no trouble with mathematics or sciences. When it comes to intelligence, however, he isn't anything of a philosopher. Rather, his creativity is fairly limited, its ground covering innovations and inventions suited to his current needs. He struggles with art, writing, and most things requiring creativeness, but his intelligence monopolizes in the land of math and sciences. Algebra and physics are his favorite subjects, and he excels at both. Miles's forté is most undoubtedly bio-engineering as well as anything related to technology, easily explaining how closed circuits work and what makes electrons change their energy levels, even from a young age. Miles's adoration of engineering means that he'll often design new devices in his room, wiring together whatever electronics he can get his hands on. Personal favorite projects from years past included a remote that turned on the faucet when hooked up properly, a device that filled a dog bowl with food whenever pressed, and a remote that turned off the electronic whiteboards within classrooms, a device that certainly flustered and irritated his teachers to no end. This love for technology likely stems from Miles's father Dave, who Miles isn't afraid to approach seeking help or insight on any of his "projects".

➤ Innovative
Miles, while on the lower end of the creativity spectrum, has a wonderful ability to design devices to fit his every need and whim. He can think up experiments that will be beneficial in the long run to himself or his family. More often than not, and occasionally with the help of his father, Dave, Miles comes up with ways to carry out this experiment, often leaving a big mess of cables, wires and / or chemicals behind him when doing so.

➤ Finicky
Miles can sometimes be fickle and finicky when it comes to certain things. He insists on having everything his way or not at all, and as such will refuse to eat a meal he loved yesterday without the same amount of sauce, or will be awkward and rude around a friend who tried to steal a french fry from him yesterday. One day Miles will love something, and the next he'll hate it, due to some insignificant issue that nobody but himself is aware of. However, for fear of upsetting others, Miles would never request that the issue is changed, simply much on the newly-hated food in silence.

➤ Fidgety
Miles can't sit still for very long, and likes to tinker. If he's forced to sit still, usually in a boring class or at some fancy dinner, he'll start humming to himself, tapping his feet, playing with anything in front of him - such as a rubber band or eraser - or draw out sketches for his next "project". This often gets him in trouble with strict teachers or makes him seem suspicious, but usually a quick bike walk out in fresh air will tire the child out, shaking the jitters out of him.

➤ Witty
Miles has a quick wit, and isn't afraid to show it. His jokes are clean, and typically not aimed at anyone except for himself. He makes himself laugh occasionally, even in jokes made mentally, leading to the occasional, seemingly random burst of laughter at inappropriate moments. He'll make jokes about himself that he doesn't really mean, since they seem to make others giggle, and he adapts quickly the sense of humor of the people he's with. If they laugh more at knock-knock jokes, he'll switch to those, becoming quite adept in the language of "humor".

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➤ The perfectly white orb shifted in its sleep. Or rather, in the sleep of the creature inside. The being awoke, and the egg began to stir. Shaking this way and that, it rolled across the floor, towards one of its parents. A cry sounded, a call for a father and sons to come and watch the scene at hand. A limb reached out and made contact, stopping the egg in its rolling towards the stairwell, and a small crack slithered across the hard surface. The adult bean began to panic, worrying that he had been the cause of the crack, but quieted down when another crack appeared, seemingly of its own volition. Another, and another, until pieces of the shell fell away. A fuzzy blue ball emerged, its eyes tightly closed as it squirmed from the prison, parents watching in awe. The creature pulled itself free, standing on four legs in a wobbly manner and shaking out its fur, sending the egg's fluid all over the area around it. Red eyes opened for the first time, identifying the world as one big fuzzy object. All the creature could make out were the colors of the family surrounding it, five family members, each a hue of the rainbow. The child's eyes were fuzzy and unfocused, but its parents continue to this day to claim that the smallest of smiles lit the child's face when his red eyes fell on the rounded edges of his family, all peering down at him.

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The soft sunlight squeaked through the window, dewdrops falling on light green blades of grass. The young hunter was on the prowl, tumbling forwards on unsteady paws, red eyes narrowed on his target. A single butterfly flew out from the grass, and the boy jumped, missing by a good two feet, and tumbling back to the ground. Flecks of dirt coated his blue fur, twigs poking sharply into the soft skin of the child, but he paid it no mind. Miles continued on the hunt, stalking once more after the butterfly, his fathers chuckling to themselves as he failed once more before continuing on, obviously undeterred.

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A sharp yip filled the home as the child toddled after his siblings, trying desperately to reach their speed. Short legs lengthened in an attempt to gain speed, and the boy cried out. "Wait up!" The children slowed, or seemed to, and Miles caught up, out of breath. "Where we goin'?" One of the three children spoke up, their voice happy and excited. "Soccer! With Da'!" Miles grinned and regained his speed, trotting outside to where Miguel waited. "I'll grab the stuff," The blue boy offered, scrambling into the bag of soccer balls and yanking out exactly seven. The colors corresponded to the beans' colors, a gift Miles had helped pick out with Dave as a holiday gift to the family. A light green for his dad, Miguel silver for his father, Dave, blue for Rohan, yellow for Tulio, and red for Valdemar. Soft pastel pink had been for the child's twin, and a plain white for Miles, who'd later splattered paint all over the soccer ball, painting it every color of the rainbow.

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Satchel loaded onto his back, the soft leather fit snugly against the boy's blue fur as he trudged towards school, Miguel's hand clutched tightly in the boy's grubby, damp one. Nerves spiked in the child like fire within a forest, consuming everything in their wake. Feet tapped anxiously against they ground as they waited at crosswalks, eyes blinked rapidly and hands tightened habitually against the fright. That was when the young boy began to sing - in the middle of plain daylight, nervous as anything, the boy sang to himself. A personal comfort? Maybe. Something more? Equally possible. The song was a familiar one, a lullaby sung to young children to get them to bed. The song changed rapidly to a pop song, followed by a hum reflecting an orchestra suite. The fathers looked curiously down at their child, but by the time they reached the school's doors, things didn't seem so terrible anymore to the small boy. His hand rested on the doorway hesitantly, a "Welcome to Kindergarten!" sign adorning the heavy wood above the handle. "Ready?" A father's voice sounded in the boy's head, and, after thinking for a moment, he answered by pressing down on the door handle, the heavy wood swinging open at his command.

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➤ || Miguel "Gully" Salvador Torogoz || "Dad" || Owned by soliloqui ||
Miles could never choose a favorite between his two fathers, but his relationship with both is very different. Miles and Miguel don't always get along - Miles has found himself alone in a crowded shopping mall, left behind accidentally by Gully, many a time - and Miles can get pretty mad at his father. But Miguel's overall demeanor is wonderful, and Miles can't help but love the father who has taught him so much. Miguel is the one Miles will go to for advice regarding the world around him, but occasionally the father gets over involved, something that bugs Miles to no end. Miguel doesn't seem to quite understand Miles's fascination with engineering, but the bean wouldn't have it any other way. Instead, Miles can ask his dad each afternoon to teach him to play soccer. The sporting event each evening helps calm Miles down, giving him a sense of routine, yet for all these practices he's still quite terrible.
But Miguel doesn't seem to mind.

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➤ || DV-2P "Dave" || "Daddy" || Owned by Marmoset ||
While Dave affectionately has dubbed Miles "Minion", the relationship between the two is a strong one, with each helping out the other. Dave is the one Miles will go to for advice or questions involving engineering, math, science, or other things that the two share an interest in. The young bean always jokes that while his father might take over the world someday, he'll be the one to take over an entirely new planet - just as soon as he becomes a rocket scientist. Miles's love for sciences seems to stem from Dave, and he's the one who is most understanding in regards to Miles's projects, and even sometimes tries to guide Miles to beginning a new project that could be beneficial to himself. One like, I dunno, say, a doomsday device that would leave a certain Dave in control of the world, maybe? Miles would never do it, but Dave can dream about using his minion - er, son - to take over the world.


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➤ || Cuervo "Pastel" Torogoz || "Cuer" || Owned by Roger The Alien ||
Cuervo is certainly up there on Miles's list of favorite siblings, and Miles does his best to keep the other happy. Miles craves a reciprocated relationship - one involving mutual friendship, trust, and kindness towards one another - and that's the relationship he tries to foster between himself and his twin. The bean loves playing board games, and will often invite his sibling over to join him in a round of Settlers of Catan or Scrabble. Miles knows that some people overuse his twin's kindness, and when he finds out that has happened Miles gets irritated, huffing angrily about it, and even offering to go talk to the person causing such issues. All in all, the bond between the two is a strong one, and bickering between them is a rare sight to see. In fact, Miles will often sneak up behind Cuer just to give him a "sneak attack hug" or make a terrible joke, but the twin doesn't seem to mind. After all, you can't get too mad at someone who's learning to bake a cake from scratch simply because you love the food, now can you?

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➤ || Tulio "Tulip" Torogoz || "Tuli" || Owned by soliloqui ||
Tulio and Miles share a close bond, one formed of mutual optimism, happiness, and general kindness. Miles genuinely enjoys spending time with Tulio, and jumps at every chance to interact with him. Miles sometimes gets irritated with Tulio's naïtivity, but usually Miles's love for his sibling wins out, and he'll patiently explain concepts and such to Tuli before quickly returning to goofing off with him.


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➤ || Rohan "Gully 2P" Nelson Torogoz || "Rohan" || Owned by whisky ||
The relationship between Rohan and Miles is certainly a questionable one, with Miles liking his eldest brother one moment and bickering endlessly with him the next. Rohan does a few things that his younger brother utterly cannot stand, but for the most part, the two either avoid each other or get along fine. Rohan's habit of whispering rather than talking sometimes irks Miles, and their personalities aren't so compatible that they can hold a conversation for hours on end, but Miles will sometimes tell funny jokes to his eldest brother, ask for advice that he doesn't want to take to other family members, or make sure Rohan is doing alright. Miles does his best to help out Rohan with his social anxiety, and will talk to strangers, among other things, unprompted if he suspects it will make things easier on the eldest brother.


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➤ || Valdemar Torogoz || "Vlad" || Owned by Marmoset ||
The relationship between Vlad and Miles is an awkward one at best, with Miles avoiding his sibling as much as possible. The duo doesn't have much in common, and often can't spend time alone together without having tension become obvious. The boy's darker side often makes Miles uncomfortable, but he tries to push that away in an attempt to bond with his sibling. The two only have one thing in common: a shared love of astronomy. While it's only a minor passion on Miles's part, he is intrigued by comets, and will often scramble onto the roof with Vlad to watch the stars and comets in a comfortable silence.

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➤ || Wendell Link Frumblr || "Ugh, look, it's Wendy" || Owned by annarouat ||
Wendell and Miles are something of rivals, and have been since birth. While they both are fairly similar in demeanor, their ethics, morals and behaviors couldn't more different. The person who coined the phrase "opposites attract" clearly didn't meet this duo. Where Miles likes to make friends, Wendell prefers isolating himself. Miles is innately kind where the other is more selfishly geared. In a way, these two are good for one another - pushing their rival to their limits, fighting to either gain or maintain dominance.

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➤ || Maddox "Maddi" Royce Amiah || "Maddi!" || Owned by aviate ||
Miles can sometimes find himself down in the dumps, moping about one thing or the other, but there's always someone Miles knows for certain that he can rely on. Maddox is an optimistic bean, and one of the few that Miles feels comfortable around. Just seeing Maddi can make Miles a bit happier, since their optimism and positivism never fails to make Miles smile. Miles often cracks jokes around them, and Maddi is one of the few beans that Miles would consider a friend.

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➤ || Kalari Darwin Ulrich || "Kalllllll" || Owned by aviate ||
Miles and Kalari have an on and off relationship, to say the least. Her boisterous, loud habits come off as a bit excessive to him every once and awhile, and they grate on his nerves more often than not. But the bean's recklessness and love of fun activities often pushes Miles into trying new things, something that he can't exactly complain about. Kalari's fun-loving free spirit seems to be contagious, and Miles loves hanging out with the bean, since he usually finds himself having more fun than he intended.

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➤Likes
- Engineering
- Bio-mechanics
- Physics
- Algebra
- Brain Teasers
- Studying Astrology
- Skipping Rocks
- Board Games
- Soccer [though he's terrible at it]
- Singing
- Birds of Prey
- The Smell of Freshly Cut Grass

➤Disikes
- Art Class
- Large Crowds
- Swimming
- Loud Music
- Startling Noises
- Rodents
- Snakes
- Being Overheated
- Strict People
- Writing
- Eating Spicy Foods
- Camping

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➤- Miles will hum or sing to himself when anxious or nervous, but never when happy.
- Miles prefers being in rooms where the doors are all closed, due to the sense of security it provides.
- Miles gets distracted easily, and will twitch, tap his feet, or scratch at his upper arms / neck subconsciously when bored.
- Miles always kicks a soccer ball with the toe of his fight rather than the side, no matter how many times Miguel reminds him.
- Miles is very picky about his appearance, and doesn't like anything feeling oily, but doesn't mind nor notice, engine grease staining his fur.
- Miles loves wearing hats. Especially fedoras.
- Miles always carries around a first aid kit, a granola bar, a water bottle, and a star chart. All "just in case".
- Miles hates "the unexpected" and gets anxious when something unplanned occurs.
- Miles will often listen to his favorite songs backwards, in search of hidden messages.

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➤ The small feet tapped across wooden floorboards, who bowed under the strain of sustaining the young child's weight. Red eyes glimpsed a glimmer of sunrise over the horizon, soft hues filling the sky, a tired smile adorning the child's face. Though it was a weekend, the child had woken early out of pure habit, the daily ritual not shaken by lack of schooling. Footprints padded their way to the kitchen, where the boy soon held a small bowl of cereal and a mug of warm milk in hand, sitting at the table and munching quietly, red eyes scanning over a more recent copy of E & T Magazine. By the time the sun pulled its way over the horizon, the family was bustling about, Miles just flipping shut the back cover. Glancing up, he saw Cuervo enter the kitchen, and the child grinned. "Cuervo! I'm taking another free baking class at the rec center today, so I can work on my chef skills. If I'm lucky, I won't set the oven on fire." Miles grinned, his joke sending a few family members groaning, others giggling, and a few remaining silent. The child shrugged before settling once more on a chair.

The subtle crackling of a fire in the hearth set Miles on edge, his hands twisting together in anxiety. The soccer team's clubhouse was vacant, spare for the small child, until the screen door burst open with a clatter. The head coach sat on the ratty coach, leaning close to Miles with a sigh. "Look, kid..." Miles tensed up. He knew the blow was coming. Regardless, he'd tried out for the soccer team in hopes to please Miguel, and maybe even strengthen the bond between them. Miles didn't mind doing things that pleased his family members, and trying out for the team had been a small price to pay. The child had intended to surprise Miguel with the good news - he was on a soccer team! - but as soon as tryouts had begun, Miles knew his competition was far too fierce. "Maybe next year." The coach patted Miles's head, something of a failed attempt at consolation, and the boy stood, nodding his respect to the coach as the couch's springs creaked under the sudden change in weight dispersal. The screen door just barely clipped the child's heels as it snapped shut behind him.

The Saturday morning was a beautiful one, but this fact went unnoticed to the red eyes that scanned their surroundings. The boy hurriedly strode across the town's weekly farmer's market, the loud bustling of the sale of produce itching at his nerves. By the time he reached home, Miles found Cuervo outdoors. Grinning happily at the welcome sight, the red eyed child quickly drew up a chess board in the dirt, drawing out images representing each piece with a stick, and offered the branch wordlessly to Cuer. The child scratched the bough's surface against the center of the dirt, shifting his pawn's position forwards.

By the time the sun lazily reached the peak in its art, a soft growling in Miles's stomach alerted him to the need for food. As he pawed through the pantry, Miles glanced up to see Dave standing behind him. "Hey, kiddo. What are you looking for?" Miles shrugged, closing the pantry, and turned around. Padding quickly into the garage, Miles grabbed a 'project' of his own creation, rushing back to Dave and extending his hands. "Ah, a rocket launcher? Pretty cool." The child smiled just slightly, and his voice rumbled in his throat. "I was wondering if we could attach a firework to it tonight and set it off." Dave's expression changed just slightly, and Miles's voice wavered. "I mean, if that's okay with you guys." The adult bean smiled, turning the contraption over in his hands.

Noon had come and past, and by now Miles had reached the town''s recreation center. By foot, of course - biking was far more tedious, at least in his mind. The doors swung open at his command, and the small hallways of the center passed the small child by. His strides made quick work of the distance, and within moments he had reached the culinary offices. The main teacher, a girl by the title of "Chef Danika", stood as Miles approached, wrapping him in a warm hug - the women was very affectionate, and didn't differ from her typical personality around Miles. The child faltered for a moment, caught off guard, but responded to her delight at seeing him with a soft smile. "H-Hi, ma'am. How are you?" He pried himself from her arms as soon as possible, not a fan of physical contact from a practical stranger, but soon found himself peacefully engulfed in her heavy French accent, the smell of warm dough, and the heat and sound of the kitchen - all enveloping him in a familiar sense of serenity.

The day had passed by in a flash, and by the time Miles found himself at dinner, he'd had to take a breath and slow down. The family had collected around the varnished table for the first time in awhile, and Miles steadied himself against the seat. Tulio sat on his left, Dave on his right, and the bean felt safe and secure. The food was wolfed down in a moment of general commotion, the family's size leading to many separate conversations, but nonetheless it was one of few "chaotic noises" that Miles himself enjoyed. "How was you day, Miles?" The question was posed, and things seemed to quiet a bit as he spoke. "Well, it went alright." The child twisted in his seat to face Miguel. "I tried out for the local soccer team awhile ago, but I found out today that I didn't make it in." He shrugged it off, hoping to continue before receiving a lecture about perseverance and pride from either father. "And, um, I went to that baking class. I made my first cake from scratch today! It didn't turn out so well, but it's over there if you want to taste it, Cuervo." Miles nodded, a soft smile on his face before continuing. "And there's a rocket launcher set up outside with fireworks, so I think we should go out there after dinner." The table was silent for a moment at that, but Miles grinned, a soft chuckle filling his chest as though it had been a joke, before standing, clearing his plate, and striding towards the home's exit.

The winter night had fallen abruptly, but it was something Miles didn't mind. Stars shone brightly above, and the chilly air bit at his skin before he had time to tighten the jacket around his shoulders. Sitting down next to the launcher, Miles grinned at his family, waited for Dave's nod, and lit the fuse.

An explosion of black gas escaped the device, coating Miles in grease and grime, but no firework launched. "Wh... What?" None of Miles's projects had ever failed like this, and his hands balled into fists with anger. The child's lower lip trembled, both with sadness and frustration, and he turned, storming off into the house, the destroyed device laying haphazardly in the grass. No parent came to comfort him, and Miles stayed inside, alone, until his nerves and anger had ceased. Shortly thereafter, a loud noise sounded from outside, jarring the child and causing his eyes to narrow in frustration.

Storming to the doors, he swung them open and began to yell, a rare sight to see. "You guys know I hate loud noi-" Glancing upwards, another boom sounded, but Miles didn't jump this time. Dave sat on the ground, elbows deep in the rocket launcher, and loaded another firework. Miguel turned at smiled at his son and, for the first time in awhile, that was all Miles needed.

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➤ Writing done by myself. Coding done by myself, with symbols used from this public thread for coding assistance. All font credit goes to veer.com. The character concept of "Miles Amari Torogoz" belongs to me. All beans are property of their rightful owners. All art was created by myself, apologies for any anatomical or design errors! All written content within the form was done by myself. Lyrics and quotes used were from various songs, and I can provide the name and artist of each upon request! c:
Throughout my form, I've had the following art pieces: x x x x x x x x x x x x x

I'd like to extend quick notes of gratitude to the following: captain swan, aviate, and Aspen. (latter do not play CS, but encouraged me through this event and have each done incredible things for me). Thank you to the judge[s] for reading through my form, and good luck to all entrants! ♥

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