[Ivyy]

He is a beautiful JBD but I am going to drop out.

[m0chicakez]

reserved<3

[greye]

»nobody could possibly live in such a cold, desolate place.

nobody but him

[burnside]

Username:
Kaijroc
LoganLazer

Name:
Evans

Gender:
Male

Short story:
A deep wind filled night lasted what seems like forever. Evans is in the corner with his computer, headphones in trying to drown out the winds horrid howling with his favorite podcast. He couldn't sleep, being extremely afraid of storms is not helping one bit. He is on Tumblr, his only friend, holding out until the storm ends or the sun rises; which ever comes first. Typing away his distress, just about to hit submit on his post when *Click!* off goes his computer; at the exact time lightning goes of and fills the now pitch black room for only a fraction of a second. Well, there goes the power, Evan starts hyperventilating as the rain beats down on the roof; the moonlight casting faint shadows of swaying trees on the floor, seemingly getting closer, the bony hands of cold grasp Evan as he shivers. Closing his powered down laptop slithers down the stairs to check the breakers; but the basement uncovers an entire new batch of fears. Evans almost never been down here, he's not familiar with the layout so he's tripping over cracks and random objects making his way towards the circuit breakers. Shivering he flips the switch; to his surprise it works! All the lights click on instantly, but the house is still on the same level of spookiness as before. An almost happy ending as Evans can see the tip of the almighty sun; "I'm exhausted" he thinks, "Time for a nap" all that being scared must have really tired him out, hopefully the next night won't be as frightening.

Art:

Edit: to change my namec:

[dinkleberg]

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gender; "I, I am of the male sex."
age; "Me? I am... 147."

orientation; "I am bisexual. This term is new to me."
centuary; the 1800s, the Victorian times.


interests;
- classical music
- beer
- warm fires
- houses
- orange lollies
pet peeves;
- air matresses
- loud clapping
- large crowds
- fancy technology
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Berlioz. A composer. This bean loves music, but only classical. Pop music burns his ears. After all, he's been dead since 1836. I chose this name as recently I was singing one of Berlioz's pieces and I admired their beauty. When this handsome fellow came along I just had to call him this.
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Berlioz is a boy. However, he is also demisexual and bisexual. doesn't know why, as in his time it was not accepted. He is still adjusting to modern times.








A tramp sat on the steps. His ribs poked out of his shirt, and it was stiff with salt. He sighed. A wealthy gentleman walked past and the boy stood u. "S'cuse me sir, could you spare a penny?" The gentleman sniffed and kept walking. The boy lay down to sleep. When he woke, the cold was etched onto his skin- a thin layer of frost coated him. The boy limped over to a house. Once underneath the window, he shouted. "Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" a young, pretty bean looked out of the window. She sighed."Yes, Berlioz?" "Will you love me today?" Berlioz asked hopefully. Elizabeth grimaced. "No, Berlioz. I cannot love a tramp. As I have told you many times. Now leave, or I shall call me father." Tears brimmed in Berlioz's eyes and threatend to spill over his eyelids. He returned to his step. As days passed, Berlioz's fiery heart dimmed. The roaring flames to a flickering candle. As snow fell, so did Berlioz's health. And one day, he gave up. He was lying down, head on his paws when Berlioz wondered why he was still living. So, hhe lay his head onto the cold step and let go.

A girl skipped down the street. She saw a dead boy and kissed his cheek.

147 years later, a young man opened his eyes.

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{friendly - awed - old-fashioned - strange - caring - bitter}
Despite his past, Berlioz is quite optimistic. He is happy he woke from his strange sleep. Berlioz has been blown away by modern technologies, however he is a bit scared by it, so tends to stay away from things like that. Berlioz has a strange way of talking and acting, after all, he is used to Victorians. As he never found a love as a young bean, Berlioz is craving company. Friends, even loves he wants. Berlioz is still adjusting to modern tech, and he plans to get into the big wide world soon. Berlioz is occasionally eccentric. He loves strange plays and other things. Berlioz also loves music. He will listen to Bach, Beethoven, Strauss, Bramhs and more on his iPod. Though he seems unaffected by his past, this is untrue. Berlioz has a problem with rich people. He thinks they are all like the snooty aristocrats in the Victorian times.

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In Berlioz's pouch, there is:
-A flask filled with tea
-A purple iPod Shuffle
-A snake toy he got from an Easter Egg
-A book about diggers.


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Being bitter and showing distrust to rich people.
Being very strange.
Acting old-fashioned and using strange language.
Disliking fancy modern things.
His Olde English accent.

[olivionary]

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>> Olivionary
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>> Disturbia
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>> Female
short story;;
>> The path in which you walked up to the house was worn and cracked, weeds, miss and nettles grew where they please, on the cobbles, in the grass, on the makeshift gravestones and on the rusty red chainsaw. It was a place you wouldn't want to be at night, and light was disappearing fast.

The house seemed calm, but looks can be deceiving. The strong howl of the wind rattled the floor boards, the doors groaned back and forth as a tree knocked at the window. Despite this, the house was modern in appearance, teenagers still broke in. The house only seemed to be calm.

A pair of Jellybean Dragons walked up to the house, the duo had been dared by their friends who waited in a car at the bottom of the path. The first thing they saw was the chainsaw, "Hey, Sturbia, how cool is this?" He picked it up as he spoke to his friend, who looked more than just disgusted.
"Is that blood?" She asked, causing him to the drop the chainsaw at his feet.

They wandered around outside, before both tripping over the cracked, moss coated grave stones. "Ow." They both exclaimed as they looked at the graves, "In memory of Elouise Dement. You should've got to me first, Im so sorr-" They looked to one another in confusion as they read, each stone said the same thing. They both got up and headed inside, which was a mistake.

The sound of a chainsaw revved in their ears, a loud maniacal laugh of a man and the soft, scared whimper of a woman. The two Dragons ran towards the noise, the saw the two figures in one of the rooms, neither noticed the ghostly glow around the pair. "OIH!" Sturbia yelled, the man ignored her, but the terrified woman looked towards her. The teens motioned for her to follow as they ran off, the man slashing after his wife as she ducked and ran.

The trio were running, they had to get out, the floorboard creaked as the windows rattled. A floorboard snapped beneath Sturbia, trapping her foot as the man got ever closer with his chainsaw. She could feel his breath as she pulled foot through, ducking and running as she slashed down, just missing his long tail.

The running continued until they were out, multiple times they were narrowly missed. The woman disappeared, leaving the teenagers confused, they turned their heads and saw a new gravestone. "Elouise Dement. 1780-1853. A loving mother, sister and wife." She had died in peace.
art;;
>> here
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>> Disturbia is independent, but tends to like having a partner or working in a group where she is leading everything. She can be calm and collected, however at other times she is furious and you'd best keep a distance. She loves scary others, but also loves being scared herself, she loves spooky stuff. She tends to keep spiders and other items in her pouch, she loves to pull pranks. Occasionally Disturbia does seem to be depressed, but she's just thinking hard, usually on the anime/manga that she just read.

[dr. pupper]

resssss if i can
Username: Tᴇᴀ.
Name: 魂 - Tamashī - Soul
Truth is, I don't read Soul Eater or know, pretty much anything about it. But this is a very beautiful bean and I do indeed feel a connection with her. Not only did I pick the name Tamashī because it translates into soul, for Soul Eater, but because her beauty is wonderful. Her beauty will put you in a trance, send shivers down your spine as if you have seen a ghost. Perhaps you have.
Gender: Nothing but a female.
Short story:
Art:
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[Bottle]

Username
Pollux

Name
Resonance

Gender
Female

Short story
Resonance was always a fan of Halloween, and her favorite thing to do on that specific October day was to scare the younger beans with stories. Her favorite one to tell them was this;
"One chilly and dark night, a young bean decided to stray from his mother's pouch and venture into the shadows of the evening. The young bean was foolish in doing this, because

Art: 1 Piece (Suggested to try the Soul eater style) (1 Piece only)

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[Klyse]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Short story:
Art: 1 Piece (Suggested to try the Soul eater style) (1 Piece only)
Extra?:

Reserve c:

[foxxbreath]

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Username:

I'm DragonInAPiBox. Most know me as Kaycee, as that is what I go by. I am here to, as many other are, try for this beauty. I am currently a non-owner, and would love to make this bean my first. <3 Looking at her, she's all I would ever need. Just her, no other beans...Not anymore.

Name:Macabre

If I win, her name would be Unnie. Of course, that isn't her actual name. It is just what she goes by. Her full name is Undertaker, but she find it a little to manly; Even with her un-girly personality.

Gender:

As you may have guessed, Unnie is a girl.

But you're wrong. I mean, kind of wrong...
Undertaker is Intersexed, meaning she was born with both traits belonging to that of male and female. She indentifies as female, though, due to the fact her parents had always wished for a daughter and she possesses more traits of a female than male.

Short story:

Ideas -- Copy and I Will Report You;;

- Alexander's Bones
- Beyond the Madman
- Death's Secret
- Killed by Bones
- Doom From Final Tomb
- The Demon From

I don't know just some basic idea. <3 Please don't copy in any way/shape/form!

Art: 1 Piece (Suggested to try the Soul eater style) (1 Piece only)

Extra?:

Wip. <33
The Mirror's Song
The Caverns's Butterfly
Changed by Fear
The Life Grave
The Pain that Killed the Devil