[Monstercat]

Name:
Gender:
Theme Song (violin)
Story:
One Extra:

I am so sorry, I just have to <33 WIP

[allinian]

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Name:

Clemi

Gender:

Female

Theme Song:

Viva La Vida (Violin version)
It fits her because she used to be a champion at
playing the violin, but now, she bragged to much
about it, so she lost everything.

"One minute I held the key, next the doors were closed on me"

Story:

"Today is it. Today is it" Clemi constantly repeated to herself. Normally, Clemi would be stuck at home, doing extra school work or practicing on her violin- but today was a special day where her parents let her do anything she wanted for a whole entire day! As long as it doesn’t cause any trouble. She was planning on going to her favorite places in the city and exploring places that she was never aloud to go to before.

“Oof!” Clemi said as she rushed onto the subway, doors closing about a milli second after she jumped in. “Phew! I made it!” she said, pulling out a small checklist of what she was going to do that day. With a perfectly sharp pencil, she check it off in the neat little boxes on the side. This is awesome! I get to go anywhere I want! It’s a total dream come true! Around 4 stations passed, Clemi hopped off and climbed up the ‘sound making stairs’. As she called them, only because every time you walked up, it would make a strange squeaky sound.

Clemi peaked outside, the bright light blinding her eyes for a moment because she had been in the dim light of the subway for so long. Filled with joy, she jumped around with glee and spun around in a circle, taking all of the beautiful sights in. Reality brought her back and she remembered what she was here for. It took a lot of effort to get her eyes off the gorgeous scene, but eventually, she started walking, and turned the corner, not being able to see what she was gawking at a few minutes earlier.

It was a long walk to her designation, but Clemi was patient, turning sidewalk corners, crossing red and green lights. Sometimes, she would stop to go into a small souvenir shop, just to see what they have and sometimes, she would stop near a café to get a latté. If she could tell you, she had a very, very interesting morning of walking, drinking and looking. About 30 minutes after Clemi turned another corner, she felt a pulse of excitement bubble threw her as she turned the one last corner.

Down the sidewalk was a small store, in which Clemi hasn’t been to in ages- aka since she was a young Jelly Bean Dragon. She sprinted down the road, not caring about others and crashed into the shop. Guess? Clemi had walked into an old shop of paintings, sculptures and portraits of things that she loved and were totally random; such as an apple dancing with a cat, or the earth being the moon’s moon. They were all very unique, and this was what Clemi loves.

Clemi spent the rest of the afternoon there, but she never complained because she was just so into the paintings, she didn’t leave until the sun started to set. When she got home, she told all of her friends about her amazing day and where she could go next time she gets a chance like this.

Art:

By Nekumura

[Narwhals.]

Rserr

[Ƥɛтαℓƨ]

Username
Hello! my username is Tumblr. I used to be Rolling Stones. so you may remember me with that username. I know everybody is wondering why do I put so many periods in my sentences! The answer to that is my username is actually Tumblr. with the period included same as it was with Rolling Stones. I think it makes it a bit more creative and I am all about creativity and imagination!

Name
I would name this wonderful lady Beatrix. I decided on this name because it means bringer of joy, you may not see what this has to do with anything but indeed it does. That is the whole reason Beatrix plays violin! She loves how it brings joy to her and other people. and that is why I found this name fitting. She goes by Bea as a nickname.

Theme Song
Her theme song is The March of The Toy Soldiers by Pyoti Il'yich Tchaikovsky This is the song her mother used to play for her when she was just a small bean during nap time it would play softly downstairs and her dreams would begin to swirl in her mind causing her to easily fall into a peaceful dream filed nap.

Story
"lets start from the beginning shall we? I got my first violin at the age of just seven years old. It was a Klaus Mueller Allegro Violin. You see I loved that violin with all my heart, I always made sure it was clean and in tune, oh it made the most beautiful sound. I learned how to play my first real song on this violin I would play day and night, I played so much my parents used to have to hide it so I would get my school work done as well. I used that violin until I was 13 years old and about to go into middle school. I then got another violin the brand I cannot remember, That was a reliable violin but I wasn't in love with it like the other violin, It didn't give me the same warm fuzzy feeling inside as my old one did.Still I played that until I could no longer play it and I finally have another Klaus Mueller Allegro Violin I ordered one that was my size since I am now done growing. Anyway I am so happy I was able to find the same brand as my old violin! Once I ordered that violin I started looking around for local groups. Small orchestras I guess you could call them. It took me a few months but eventually I found a group of girls that all had the same dream as me, to play Carnegie Hall. The law is once you play there you have made it in the real world. We practiced for about a year in a half one song over and over for hours at a time and sure enough that song was The March of The Toy Soldiers by Pyoti Il'yich Tchaikovsky We added some extra stuff in it to make it more complicated and entertaining and sure enough we got our chance to play at the amazing Carnegie hall. It was exactly a year from today it was August twenty second 2012. I remember how nervous we were all frantically running around back stage. Tuning our violins nervously humming, our paws were all sweating,,, Then we got on the stage and played. The music surrounded us like a bubble. There was nobody else there except for us playing the beautiful music. At the end of the performance my eyes began to tear and I just remember saying "I finally did it, I made it in the real world."

Favorites
Color- A warm golden brown like her first and latest violin

Day- August 22nd 2012

Season- Fall

Activity- Playing violin or listening to classical music

Country- Italy

Food- Chocolate Moose

Candy- Lemon Drops

Book- Three Weeks With My Brother by Nicholas Sparks

Movie- The Lucky One

Memory- Carnegie Hall

[Lady.Nixon]

:NAME:

René



:GENDER:

Male



:THEME SONG:

Doina and Sirba



:STORY:

WIP



:EXTRA:

[Guepardo]

a sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

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" Should you care my name? Ah, well, yes.. I suppose you do.
My name has always been and will always be Cinna. Pleasure
to meet you. "

[[ Yes, his name would be Cinna. ]]






" I may look a bit feminine I suppose.. You know, most see
the violin as a feminine instrument. I am a male. "

[[ Cinna is a male bean. ]]






" Oh my theme song, you ask? Well, if you insist on knowing
then I must tell you.. I suppose. "Angels Call." It is a violin piece,
but it also includes the cello and the piano.. Of course, the violin
is the better instrument but I think the other two work well in this
piece. "

[[ "Angels Call." I thought that it would work
perfectly for him. I believe that this song fits because it explains
with no words how everything can be so beautiful.. And Cinna
sees the true beauty in things, believe it or not with his personality.
He wish others would as well. And this piece is, like stated previously,
just explaining beauty without words. Well, it is beautiful.]]






" Well I would sit down and tell you a nice little story myself but
Gue says I better go make you some tea.. So, ta-ta for now until I
come back. Gue says she be the one to tell you a story. "

[[ [keep in mind this is a story of young Cinna. c:
word count ;; 678]

The other beans tossed the beach ball back
and forth happily, smiles plastered on their faces. Cinna watched,
unamused. They have poor ideas for "fun". The bean thought with
a small snort. He stood up, sand caked on his fur, and stalked
away briskly. The other beans never did anything that interested
Cinna. He would rather be composing music or doing other
things that interested him. He casually found his way back
to the sidewalk and began taking long strides back home.
The ocean's gentle crashing slowly died away behind him.
He kept walking, listening to the steady pulse of his steps.
His little walk proceeded quietly through the wooded park.
But then he felt something thwack the back of his head
harshly. Furious, he whipped around and immediately started
asking who was there. There was never a reply. The bean glanced
down at the object thrown. A spool of thread..? That's peculiar..
Cinna turned slowly, still flustered and now bewildered, and
sprinted away. The moment he reached home, his face hit
the pillow and he fell asleep.
---
His nap didn't last that long. Maybe an hour an a half. But
the second he woke up, he realized he was not at home.
His mind searched desperately for an answer. None. He was
in an old, abandoned theatre. Another strange thing to add
on to the pile.. Cinna thought sleeply as he raised his head
up. No one else was in the theatre. "Well everybody seems very
lively around here.." Cinna mumbled as he stretched his aching
limbs. But then realization hit him. Panic settled in. Cinna threw
himself off of the seat and raced towards the exit. He scrambled
hurriedly. "Help! H-help!" he shouted out. Just as he reached out
for the door, a lovely sound interrupted him. And he stopped moving.
A violin. He turned very slowly and looked at the bean on the stage.
They were cloaked in black, face hidden. Only two items were not
the same dark pitch as the fabric. One, the violin. And the other was
a .. Scarf..? Cinna blinked, confused. Just as he opened his mouth, the
bean spoke. "Sorry I had to kidnap you like that. You didn't really take
the time to ready my invitation." the voice spoke loudly, yet it was soft
and delicate. A female. Cinna was silent. Then he uttered out very quietly,
"S-sorry, what invitation?" The other bean obviously had good ears.
She quickly replied. "The spool of thread in the park." Cinna was shocked,
and silent once again. "You know, when someone throws a spool of thread
at you you should really pick it up and inspect it." she commented with a laugh.
Then the lights suddenly went out and the song of the violin died. "Hey! Help me
out of here! Tell me what's going on!" he shouted angrily. He flailed his arms
everywhere in desperation. It was moments later that the lights turned back on.
Cinna's eyes adjusted to the change in the lighting, and that was when he saw it.
The female was gone. A note, her violin, and her scarf. Cinna looked about. "Um..
Miss? Miss! You forgot your things!" he called out. No reply. Cinna shook his head
and travelled up to the stage quickly. Climbing up, he reached the items. He
picked up the note. It read:
I know your talent. You are a true violinist. Please accept my gifts. A new
violin and my favourite scarf. And maybe one day, you'll be fit to join me.
-"Cloak"
Cinna smiled just a little. Then that smile grew wider and wider. Until he jumped
up into the air laughing his head off. He kissed the sheet of paper. "Thank you
thank you thank you!" He quickly grabbed the violin and threw the scarf
around his neck. Cinna was still laughing with glee as he rushed towards the
exit, dancing about. But just before he popped the door open, on the far
side of the theatre, he was sure he caught a glimpse of the cloaked female...]]






" Hm. Well I guess one of my dreams have been meeting a few famous
violinists and then having them ask me to play. Wait - you mean dreams such
as goals? Ah.. Silly me. Oh - almost forgot about this. Your hot beverage. I
hope you enjoy it. Anyway, I'd have to say that one of my dreams would be
becoming a great violinist, of course. It is my passion and that has been my
goal since I was young. But that's just one of a few dreams I have.. "

[[ Cinna does have a few dreams that he chases relentlessly. One of
them, probably his biggest, was the one he told you. Another one of his
would have to be meeting that cloaked female again. Get to know her,
be able to thank her. Maybe even join her. If she still wanted him to. And
I'll just give you one more of Cinna's dreams. Cinna, though he may not
seem to be the bean to think it, would love to be a father one day. Settle
down and have a beautiful family to call his own. He would also love to
teach at least one of his future children how to play the violin, of course,
but that's just Cinna for you. ]]

Angels Call Copyright © Blacksheep806
Violin Quote Copyright © Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

[getchoo-XD]

The name...is Via.
Via is female. Ouo
The theme song for Via is...oh no! I gotta find one, major WIP
Story: e.e WIP
1 extra: WIP
BIG WIP

[Caseal<3]

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ＮＡＭＥ;;


''Aha." *Fixes shirt collar* "I am Rodrich. Rodrich Mild." *Sighs* "Now, excuse me while I recite my music."


This is Rodrich, hehe. His name suits him so well<3 considering what I want his personality to be snotty and stingy. x3
I've miss spelled his name unpurpose, as Rodrich is usually spelled Roderick. I just think it's nicer this way.

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;;


*Looks insulted* "I'm a boy you fool... Are you blind, or stupid?" -Snorts-


H-Heh.. Roddy here is a boy, he really dislikes this question. .-. *Goes behind scenes to try and calm him down*
I couldn't see him as anything other then a male snobby, rich, musical bean. cX he's to charming looking in my eyes for him to be female.

ＴＨＥＭＥ ＳＯＮＧ;;


*Flushes and scowls* "My favorite song, and song I consider to connect with most is.." *Clears throat* "Bella'a lullaby. what?! It's from the twilight movie, yes. I've never actually watched it, but the song is absolutely beautiful."


Ah, that song is so wonderful<3 even I adore the tune and in fact, the whole song. There is piano, and string music in this wonderful song.

ＳＴＯＲＹ;;
{ He is in anthro form here<3 }
Rodrich lounged in his house, legs crossed as he sat upon a birch wood stool. He blinked, closing his eyes a moment before clearing his throat and taking his violin in his front paws. He began to play it softly, the music echoed through his large house; sound bouncing off the walls and back into his ears. He gave a small smile, pushing his glasses up upon his face with his tail as he continued playing. He soon began tapping his foot, the tune began feeling natural now and it was more fun to play it. He sighed as he heard an odd tone coming from his beloved violin, eyes curved into a concerned look. He stopped playing, flipping the violin so he could look at all the strings, and inside the instrument. He huffed seeing a broken string, and used his claws to ping it a little. "Time to get you some new strings my love, hmm?" he said to himself, as if his violin could hear him. He flexed his fingers, standing as holding his instrument delicately at his side. He placed it down as he rummaged through his bedroom closet for extra strings, not seeing any, his eyes widened. He cleared his throat, fixing his shirt collar. He huffed, grabbing his violin and walking outside. He began to walk to the instrument shop that was down the road, nodding nimbly to beans as he walked, looking a little irritated. He walked inside the shop, not so gracefully smacking into the spinning glass door as he attempted to walk in the first time. He snorted, shaking his head before he walked directly over to the stringed instruments section, looking at the violins before he began to rout through the strings. His fingers slid along one of the boxes as he read it, pushing his glasses up to see better. "Ah, these are the ones." He huffed, finally he could go back home! As he stood up, holding the box in his fingers. But... Something caught his eye, ah.. It was a fine thing to. He walked over. What had caught his eye was a beautiful violin, he glanced around, picking up the violin. He gave a shaky sigh. It was so beautiful, but he was so stingy. He clenched his teeth, looking at the price. As he seen the price, his eyes widened, and the left one twitched. He stared at the floor. He made a wincing sound, he couldn't let any other bean have it. He took it to the cashier, and placed his money there, looking distraught. Once the cashier too his money, he took his new violin, and began walking home. Once home, he placed his scarf around his neck, and laid his violin beside his old one, actually smiling a little. But his smile soon faded as he looked for his new strings... He... Hadn't... Bought... Them. He face palmed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ;;
Rodrich is very stingy, he does not like to spend money, and I repeat, does not like to spend money. He'll go on a date with you, or sure! you can go shopping with him, as long as you pay. He is kind of a snob, and an aristocrat. He thinks he's superior to every one else, and really.. He is weak, and snobby. Which means he's not all that great, or.. Some beans don't think he is. He is calm though, and usually doesn't lose his temper, but when he does, it's pretty bad, and others veer away from him because he can bicker for hours on end about the same thing. He can be snotty, as in he can be awfully sassy. He sometimes will make awful little comments, and hurt others feelings without knowing. When Roddy here get's flustered, he tends to hurt peoples feelings, and then he feels bad about himself. Ahh... Yes, his personality is complex, but anyone could learn to love it<3

[RestInPeace]

Username: RestInPeace

Reserve!

[Qualeo]

"The music is all around us. All you have to do is listen...."
-August Rush

♪♫ ♪♫

August Rush

He goes by August or Rush. Other beans rarely call him by his full name.

-I named him August Rush after a beautiful movie about a musically talented boy named Evan. He was put in an adoption home by his Grandfather, spending eleven years without a family. Eventually, though, he ran away and went on this journey that lead him to his true parents. All of it happened due to his love of music and amazing gift. I thought the name August Rush would fit this bean perfectly because it was his stage name. It was the name that led the boy to his own family.

♪♫ ♪♫

Male

-I decided this boy would be male due to the origins of his name. Admittedly, though, I believe I would have still referred to him as male even with a different name.

♪♫ ♪♫

Unknown song from August Rush

I admit I don't really know the song name and if this is really the whole song, but this scene was just so fitting for August i had to use it. I know its not a violin song, but you said other string instruments were fine as well. I figured a song from the movie I've based him off would suit him well.

I have a better reason for choosing this music though. When I listen to this music, I feel energy, something that only someone with a true passion for music could really produce. Everything else is silent and all you hear is this wonderful melody. This ideal, this complete silence that helps everyone truly appreciate the music, is something I feel August would believe in. As a bean, despite his love of music and melodies, he would appreciate the need for silence in order to hear something wonderful. I feel that this music, left alone to play its own tune with barely anything else disturbing it...I feel that it fits this Bean's personality perfectly. I know its no violin, but it is a string instrument and August would appreciate any string instrument's melodies.

♪♫ ♪♫

-Shy-

August is actually very shy around other beans, finding it hard to socialize at times. He rarely ever starts a conversation himself unless he has to.

-Quiet-

Despite his love for music and tunes, August is actually quiet. His voice is very soft and it can be very difficult to hear him at times. He actually likes his voice this way though, as he prefers to hear the sound of music over his own voice. He believes in the universal instrument that is silence, allowing music to go undisturbed. He feels that one does not need words to convey their feelings; only music.

-Peaceful-

August enjoys the tranquility of nature and dislikes any form of violence. Even raising your voice can disturb him, as he cannot hear the sounds of nature when other beans are yelling. He especially dislikes when people interrupt his music sessions with loud arguments or rough housing.

Stubborn

Despite his peaceful nature, August is actually very stubborn about his ideals. He can be very difficult to sway to the other side of any argument, especially considering he tends to leave the moment it seems like an argument is brewing. He likes to stick with what he believes in and refuses to change, though he can be wrong at times.

-Old-fashioned-

August tends to do things in a way that newer generations have long since forgotten about. He dislikes most of the new things that other beans have, preferring to stick with his older trinkets. He especially dislikes modified instruments. He feels that modifying instruments takes away their "voice", something that he feels is a betrayal to the instrument. He prefers his instruments in their original condition without any kind of addons.

♪♫ ♪♫

This isn't apart of the story, but I just wanted to explain why I wrote it the way I did. This story isn't about August himself, but more about his ideals and believes about music.

"Can you hear it?"

"Just listen."

Your bones seem to rattle in harmony within your skin; your heart beating to the rhythm and your blood rushing to the melody. Your hair dances to the unspoken and unseen sound of the universe, the foundation of your very existence. Everything around you seems to slow to a halt, though the music never stops. Flying high in the sky, the birds slow to a crawl, though their melodies linger in the air without missing a beat. In comparison, the few humans around you are effectively silenced, frozen in the midst of performing whatever activities they had previously been engaged in. Time normally stops for nobody, but in this case, it seems to have stopped for you. You are alone in a world without movement, the sounds of nature your only companion.

--

You pause, confused by the obvious lack of humanity's song. You can, quite literally, feel the melodies of nature around you, yet humanity seems silent. Humanity's melodies and songs had always overtook the voices of nature, yet in this frozen world, it was nature that was dominant. The lack of what felt natural to you as a species was certainly frightening, though oddly satisfying. For the first time in your life, you could listen to the music of nature. It was spectacular.

--

You could move. Stuck in a trance of unknown origins, you had failed to attempt movement this entire time. Snapping back in to reality was certainly no easy task, though somehow you had managed. Yet, despite your returned mobility, the world lingered in its frozen state. Fear had quietly dissolved in to confusion, your mind currently a puddle as it began to register everything that had happened. Loneliness was your enemy with nature as your savior. You felt safe as nature's melody continued to play on, chasing away the loneliness and despair that threatened to overtake you with every breath.


Despite this, the whereabouts of humanity's tunes still troubled you. Why was only nature represented in this world without motion? Humanity certainly graced the world with its own songs; its own melodies and musical masterpieces. Was there a reason why humanity had no place in this world of music? Your own presence in this world, while still a mystery you wished to solve, paled in comparison to the mystery that is humanity's absence. Would it not be logical for the songs of the dominant species to have some form of representation in the world's masterpiece? Confusion withered away, replaced by a sense of abandonment as you found yourself on the ground. Why were you being ignored?

--

The world was ending. Well, not literally, but you could feel this world's time coming to an end. The faint presence of wind, of motion, signaled the end of the silence. The loneliness would be gone, something you desperately craved. Yet, at the same time, you felt as if you needed more time. You would be left in a world of motion, with the world's masterpiece hidden within the sounds of humanity. At the same time, mysteries and questions would cling to your mind forever, haunting you with the knowledge that you would never have. The beating of wings, loud in this slowly dying world, signaled the end of your time here. Nature's melody was finally broken, slowly washing away in a sea of sounds as movement returned. With that, the truth of your exclusion for the song finally sunk in as you returned to true reality.

--

Humanity had never been excluded from the song. The song of humanity was silence, a part that was necessary in every song. Without silence, music would never be heard and the songs we loved so much might never exist. Humanity was never one to play its role in the world, instead paving its own path with an array of sounds that silenced the world's melody. While the songs of today are quite beautiful, if you took one moment and stood in silence, you might very well hear your one true song. If you just stop and listen, you will forever be apart of one of the most enchanting and breathtaking orchestras in the world

Nature.