[~Galen]

Name: Eleanor
Nickname: Ellie
Age: y
Personality:
~Accepts authority, loyal, devoted- Eleanor can sometimes be discribed as easily manipulated, but this is only because she hates to fight and have conflict. Eleanor will only speak out if she or someone she loves feels threatened.
~Cheerful- Eleanor is very cheerful because she is always smiling and whistling a sweet tune. She also loves to take beautiful pictures which she hangs up in her room. Eleanor wears her camera charm on her tail and carries her real camera in her pouch.
~Compassionate - Eleanor is a very compassionate bean, she finds that any animal she sees that is homeless, she wants to bring it home and take care of it. Her personality makes her want to help others.
~Shy- Eleanor is very shy, but she is still kind. She is polite and usually doesn't speak unless spoken to. But, she is most shy around boys. Eleanor finds them very complicated.
~Optimistic- Eleanor always tries to see the bright side of things. No matter how hard or bad things may seem.




Story: word limit 300
Art: optional, one piece

Wip

[Freki]

----------Name ☾ Elanor
----------Nickname ☾ Ellie; sometimes called Loony
----------Age ☾ 6 years


☾ Personality: Ellie is often described as "weird" by adults or even her own classmates. She lives in her own, magical world, talking to her imaginary friends and being incredible naive and innocent with everything she's being told. Looking up to everyone with her huge, blue eyes, she tends to ask the craziest questions, sharing her nightmares and fears, no matter how irrational they may be, with nearly everyone. Since Ellie is extremly dreamy and fanciful, she can be quite hard to talk with sometimes and often loses the thread. In general, Ellie is a soft and friendly dragon, though. She has a big heart and is fairly empathetic, caring much for the few ones she can call friends and especially her family. Being easy to delight, she enjoys life's little pleasures and can spend hours of doing strange things like watching clouds or trying to catch bees or flies with with her tiny paws. In school, Ellie has quite a few problems, though: She can hardly concentrate nor does she care for the stuff she has to learn and prefers to talk to Mr. Giggles, her best plushie friend, instead.

[ 190 words ]

☾ Story:
Anxiously, Ellie looked up to her teacher, who was sitting right in front of her. "We have a little problem, You and I." She didn't answer. "Where should I start? Sleeping in the lesson, not saying anything for days, staring out of the window for hours. Carrying this thing with you everytime." She pressed Mr. Giggles closer to her chest. "He's not a thing," the little dragon whispered, but her teacher didn't seem to care at all. "Is there anything you want to tell me, Elanor? Something that bothers you? Family, maybe?" Ellie shook her head. The woman in front of her raised one eyebrow, and Ellie formed a "no" with her mouth silently. "Oh well.. Tell me something about your parents." Ellie was too young to understand the sorrowful look in her eyes, but she kept her arms around Mr.Giggles and began. "I have the best parents in the whole world," she whispered, ignoring her teacher's doubtful glance. "Mommy... Mommy is tough. She is the strongest mum I know of. And she isn't calling me crazy like the rest. She protects me...Is there for me... and has the best stories to tell," she murmured in Mr.Giggles plushy fur. "And daddy.. keeps.. my nightmares away.. I can always come to him when... I'm having bad dreams.. or when the ghosts at midnight-" She stopped and looked at her confused teacher, then surpringly moved on: "And he teaches me how to draw! One day, I want to be-" A knock on the classroom's door interrupted her. "Come in!", her teacher said, and the door swung open. Ellie's heart skipped. A beaming smile appeared on her face, she stood up and ran toward the entrance. "Daddy!!", the little girl exclaimed and glomped the teal dragon, finally feeling safe.

[ 298 words ]

[olive oil]

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╔══════════════════════════════╗
єℓєgαи¢є is good taste with a dash of ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ
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Ｎａｍｅ↷↷
Elanor
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ↷↷
Please, no nicknames, she hates it if you call her anything other than Elanor.

Ａｇｅ↷↷
She is currently 10.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ↷↷
Elanor has a split personality. By day, she is a sweet, loving fifth grader with a perfect report card and a perfect heart. Let her loose into the streets at night, though, and who knows what she'll do.
When she's in her "regular mode" (as her friends call it), she enjoys ballet, tea parties, and big, floofy dresses, just like any other kid her age. She also enjoys spending time with her mother, Flour, and helping with chores around the house such as cooking and cleaning. In this mode, she always does what she is told, whether it be homework or dusting or maybe even cleaning the bathroom. Elanor goes by Elanor, as she finds it elegant and a fitting name for a girl like her.
At night, she's a demon. Slipping into the alleyways with friends and strangers, Elanor is dangerous and daring. Some of the crazy things she loves most are parkour, watching skateboarding competitions, and having sing-offs in the alleyways. Sure, you could say that it's not actually a real gang, but Elanor enjoys it. Her parents haven't found out about it yet, she says that they never question their "perfect little angel".
{196 words}

"Scribble, I'm not sure that I can go on with this anymore." Flour says to her husband.
"Shhh, if we talk too loud, shell hear us." The two parent beans look over at their content daughter, happily putting on a tea party for her stuffed animals.
"But it doesn't feel right, she just seems so-"
"It's okay, we'll get this resolved soon enough." Scribble gave her a peck on the cheek and looked at his daughter.
"Mommy, Daddy, come play tea party with me. I saved you some seats. Not even Glitzy Bear or Snuggle Bug could sit in them." Elanor patted the seats next to her on each side, waiting for her parents.
"Hey, Ellie-"
"Ah-hem. Elanor, please."
"-Yeah, Elanor. Daddy's got work to do now, maybe we can have one a bit later." Scribble patted her head and walked off to his office. Flour sat down beside Elanor and took a sip of the "tea".
"Honey, are you okay?"
Elanor looked a bit confused. In her mind, she couldn't be happier! It wasn't all the time Mommy had a tea party with her. "'Course I'm okay, dear Mommy." She said,"More tea?"
Flour nodded and held out her cup. "It's just that you seem a bit... how do I put it? Sad lately." She said, taking a sip from her cup.
Elanor smiled at Flour. "No Mommy, I'm very happy! I don't always get tea parties with you." She said, straightening her tiara and poofing her dress.
"But if anything ever did happen, you'd tell me, right?" Flour asked, worriedly.
"'Course Mommy!" Elanor said. In reality, though, things weren't alright. Elanor wasn't okay. Of course, only she knew how to make things better for herself. All she had to do was wait until the night fell.
{298 words}

[honee bee]

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Name:

Elanor

It's a name her parents are very fond of, so it only made sense that they would name their daughter Elanor.

Nickname(s):

Ellie

It's a shortened version of her full name. The name Elanor seemed too proper to call such a curious and improper baby. Plus it would get tiring to say such a longish name over and over. So she is called Ellie.
Half-pint

A sweet and simple nickname her father gave her. She is quite smaller than the other beans so he calls her Half-pint. However, this name isn't used on a daily basis, for it too would be tiring to say over and over. It's normally used when she's been a good little bean and is getting praised.

Age:

4 years old

I chose the age of 4 because its when babies are overflowing with curiosity. Also, it is when they are learning more and more and have a bigger ability to understand what they're being told. I know this probably makes no sense, but just trust me, it ties in with my story.

Personality:

Curious - Big Believer - Sweet - Awkward - Brutally Honest - Imaginative

Like most young beans her age, Ellie is quite curious. She often pokes her nose in rather awkward situations. She often believes in everything she's told: every bedtime story, every picture book, every fairy tale, and even movies like Lion King, The Little Mermaid, Cinderella, and Robin Hood. Most of her day is spent in her backyard, imagining her own fairy tale and happy ending. Ellie hasn't been exposed to the cruel world outside of her large backyard, so her sweet nature is still intact. However, she is brutally honest. For example, one day her mother Flour was all dressed up and she had just put on make-up and she ran into Ellie. Ellie looked up and saw Flour's makeup and immediately said, "Momma, what's on your face? I don't like it." Ellie didn't mean to hurt her mother's feelings, but Ellie grew up seeing her mother's face with little or no make up and she loved her mother the way she naturally looked. Ellie stays in the safety of her home and backyard and is quite awkward around others but if you get to know her she gets less awkward.

Word Count: 200 words

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Story:

The Curious Colors

Ellie danced ahead as her parents walked behind, taking in the view. They went on a walk in Central Park of the small town they lived in. It wasn't far from their house, but Ellie's parents forbade her from going beyond the backyard without them. So, Ellie adventured ahead stopping to pick up a single leaf or a beautiful colored stone. Her parents had to call her back to them more than once. Then a pleasant sound came to Ellie's ears. It sounded like the rain faintly beating on her bedroom window. She followed the delightful sound with her parents trailing behind her. The sound came from a small pond. Ellie bent down to the pond's edge and looked in, careful not to fall in. Magnificent combinations of orange, white and brown nonchalantly drifted underneath the curious liquid. Overflowing with curiosity, Ellie dipped a single claw into the pond. All of the colors immediately disappeared. Ellie looked up at her parents.

"Where did the colors go?" She sniffed. In the few minutes before she put her claw in, she had grown fond of the charming colors moving and swimming. Scribble bent down and looked into the pond.

"Colors? Do you mean the fish? Those are koi, my little half-pint." He said as Flour nodded and stood beside them.

"They will come back, I promise. You just scared them." She stroked the middle of Ellie's forehead. They all waited for the koi to come back. Pretty soon one after another they came out. Ellie squealed with delight as her father picked her up.

"See, they came back. The koi came back, my half-pint." Scribble cooed as he picked her up and placed her gently on his shoulders. Ellie laughed and grabbed the leaves above her as they walked home.

Word Count: 300 words

Art:

"Those are koi, my little half-pint"

Sorry it isn't colored, I don't have the right colors for either of them. It's a picture of Ellie and Scribble looking into the pond and waiting for the koi to come out. It's art to go with my story. :3

[PeanutButterRum]

Name: Elanor
Nickname: optional
Age:
Personality: word limit 200
Story: word limit 300
Art: optional, one piece
RESERVE

[ArizonaT3a]

Name: Elanor
Nickname: optional
Age:
Personality: word limit 200
Story: word limit 300
Art: optional, one piece
I just fell in love
(because she tripped me)
Reserve, Will definitely do. c:

[Guepardo]

[[ creative ]]
[[ elegant ]]
[[ laid-back ]]
[[ curious ]]
[[ adventurous ]]

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ELANOR

↳ "enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize that they were big things."

Name
elanor

Nickname
i would like to keep her nickname ellie.

Age
elanor is six and a half years of age.

Personality
elanor is quite the creative girl. she has many bright ideas, that usually turn out very good. she is amazing at baking, which happens to be her favourite thing to do. ellie views nature very importantly, which is why she has her own little garden. she is very elegant, as well, but she also tends to be a very "go with the flow" type of bean. change doesn't affect her very much as she quickly adapts to new things. she is relaxed and laid back, and knows how to stay calm in almost any situation. elenor is quite nosy, though she does not mean to be. she's just very curious and wants to know as much as possible. she loves adventure, too, and likes it for learning tons of new things. she may wander off at times. when elanor makes a decision, she sticks beside it faithfully. she's very stubborn when it comes to others trying to change her or her opinions. ellie also has a knack for cleaning. she dislikes messiness very much, which is something she picked up from her father. as soon as she's done baking or gardening, she'll quickly clean up after herself.

Story
a young bean (whom was supposed to be at home, tending to her garden) was strolling through the forest. a loud screeching had lured her in and she'd her compass to know what direction she had to go to find the animal. she was taking in the beautiful forest with starstruck wide eyes. she'd never been here without her parents.
her name is elanor.
you see, elanor is a very curious bean. when she wants to find out about something, she finds out. she is also quite adventurous. so, of course, when she heard the noise, she was instantly tempted to follow.
and suddenly, there it was. right in front of ellie, a giant bird of prey. she was transfixed with its beauty. her parents were yelling her name is some place distant, but elanor disregarded them. she tried to say "i'm over here!" but her throat felt fastened in place. she was in awe.
her trance didn't last long. the bird gave an ear-piercing call before swooping at ellie. the bean squealed as a new fear crept through her veins. she dodged out of the way, unscathed, but the bird circled and went plummeted again.
a brave mother suddenly crashed through the dense brush and flung herself at the bird. elanor felt her father tighten his grasp around her.
"daddy! mummy!" she sobbed, curled up into a small ball.
the bird fled. flour rushed over to cuddle with her family. elanor felt ashamed. she shook with fright that had not yet left her.
"shh... hush now little one... it's okay," scribble whispered comfortingly.
flour pressed her cheek to ellie's. "you're safe now."
and she was. she did feel safe, now that she was with her parents. elanor sniffled weakly. "mummy... daddy... can we go home and bake?"

[Doggeh.]

Quietly reserving.

[BlackWren]

I have a weakness for re-adopts, as well as Beans with brown fur and blue eyes. She's lovely~ ♥


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Elenor.
She decided that she liked her name spelled with an "e" rather than an "a" so I decided to change it for her.
Hopefully her parents don't mind too much!



She's sometimes referred to as "Elemiah" or the Angel of Inward Journeys. I know what you're thinking; How the heckie is this a nickname? Well, nicknames aren't always be shorter than the original name, and usually they carry deeper meaning than just a shortened version of a name. Her nickname was given to her by Agnes, her papa's adopted sister who always said she "thought too much about inner self" and often referred to her as an angel. She really loves her aunt.



Exactly 5 years and six months. Not much else to say here other than the fact that she's growing rapidly and is very exited to grow up.



To tell the truth, Elenor is bluntly honest. She doesn't sugar coat things and this can make her seem standoffish, but most of her friends are grateful for her faultless honesty.
Along with her honesty, Elenor is very intelligent. She has a logical explanation for everything and her mind works in a way normal Bean's can't imagine. She can out-wit the best of them, that's for sure.
Elenor's the type of Bean that, well, has a different way of seeing situations. Her perspective on actions and thoughts are different than a lot of other Bean's, and this makes her insightful. She's above the norm, that's for sure.
Another trait she possesses is the best of all. She's a very grounded bean. Her morals are strong, making it easy for her to pick out what decision is right or wrong. She hardly has any conflicts with anybean, and plans to stay on the good side of as many Beans as she can.
Trouble trouble trouble. Elenor has a knack for it. Her curious nature tends to lead her to unfamiliar situations. Luckily, she's smart and avoids getting hurt. More often than not she annoys her father with the messes she makes.

= 200 words =



Elenor tilts her head in question, interested in the scene before her. The small patch of grass was as green as her daddy's fur but all around it lay nothing for a mile or so. She wonders at the patch of grass, about how it had still live despite all the dead plants around.
"There was a fire here a few weeks ago," Flour says with a smile from beside Elenor, lifting Elenor from her fascination. The smile went all the way to her eyes, just as Elenor loved. Her mother always seemed so beautiful to her.
"Then why is the grass here still alive? Everything else is dead." Elenor asked with a tilt of her head. Flour settled beside her daughter, having cleared a place free of the ash with a hum while Elenor mimicked her position.
"Fire burns things but the ash that it leaves behind makes room for new heather and stronger plants. That is new grass that grew after the fire." she lifted a paw to brush away some ash and pointed to the dark soil beneath. "The plants that were here still have their seeds. They'll grow back a new generation and live on. So there's no need to feel sorry for them, Elemiah."
"I'm not sorry," Elenor protested, puffing out her chest "I just was... Wondering."
Flour chuckled "As you always do," she murmured and nodded while looking out at the expanse of ground.
"In a few months this field will be in full bloom with beautiful flowers of different colors and shapes... It won't stay barren for long. Where there is fire, there will always be life close behind."
Elenor smiled slightly and her ears perked at the sound of her father's hysterical voice.
"You're both so filthy!"
They promptly started to laugh.

= 300 words =

[moooshie]

Name:
Elanor, as a girl's name is a variant of Eleanor (Greek), and the meaning of Elanor is "sun ray, shining light".


Nickname:
"Ellie"
This little girl like's Ellie more than Elanor, mostly because she thinks Elanor sounds like an old ladies name, and it's to sophistacated.

"Angel Face/Doll Face"
Ellie loves this nickname because she has always been very christian, and of course, because angels are always pretty, right? She likes the nickname also because her wonderful Daddy gave it to her, and she is a daddy's girl, and it changes from time to time.

Age:
Ellie will be 4 years of age, or 4 years young as you may say.

Personality:
Ellie is cheerful little bean, and she loves play with her toys and messing around
in tub. She always has a small bag, which is orange and will not let you touch it, and will get a bit
grumpy if you try, as you can see from that, she easily is grumpy, but going through the '4' years old
stage she will occaisionally. Elanor has always pictured her parents as super hero's and she loves being
pampered by them and such, but she'd rather get attention from her toys. She is afraid of the dark and such,
and easily scared by little things such as saying, "Boo!" or by jumping out at her and such. She also is very
happy and cheerful as I said before, but she really is just your average little 4 year old. Another thing you
must know about Ellie, is that she is a bit of a chatter-box, and by a bit, I mean alot. When she wants things
she can get them, by annoying you. She will annoy you out of your mind to get a little toy really. Well, that
really sums this little girl's personality up, thank you for reading! (( ~Exactly 200 ))

Story: ((Supposed to be furry form in the story))
Ellie sat, looking out the window at the cold winter. "Mommy, when can I play in the snow?!" She shouted throughtout their home. "When I'm done cooking," Her mother walked in, holding a large pot and grabbing sauces out of there cabnit. "Mmm, soup," Said Ellie, happily sniffing the air as the heater turned on, and she shot up from the sound being startled, and then calmed down notcing what it was. Elanor then walked away from the window, running up to her small room as she flopped on the floor and began playing with her toys, "Miss Beatrice, and mister Bob, I accept your marraige!" She said as she continued on playing with her dolls.

Hours later, her mother called up the stairs, "Dinners ready!" And instantly Elanor got up, "YAYY SOUP!" She ran down the stares and saw her dad sitting at the table, "Daddy, your home!" She giggled, happily hugging him and sitting down, her mother put the bowls of soup infront of them and they dug into the soup. "Can I play now!" Elanor said, finsihing her last noodle. "Get your warm coat and snow boots on, then you'll be fine to play," The mother sighed, and then her dad smiled, "Nope, you can't play...Not without me!" He stood up from the table hugging Ellie once again, "Lets go get ready," He smiled even bigger. The kia's ran up stairs and happily came down in there warm hats and jackets, "Lets go and play!" Said Ellie, she smiled largely and her father smiled back, as they ran out and instantly started a snow ball fight. ~ 272 words

Art:
Here is a little peice by Silent Step, of them playing in the snow!