[icseal]

His name will be bite <3

[LEAVING-]

because he is a zombie, i would name him Zombie Pigman, from mine craft c:

[peter quill]

Mmm, will be doing my form on a website. uwu


Rick's guide to life.~

[Jinx.]

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• • • • • •• • • • • •



Where the band never sleeps,

• • • • • •

The d e a d waltz through the streets...
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> full name ;
Azazel Vlad Décès

> nickname ;
Az, Zay, A.Z

> gender ;
Male.

> birthday ;
October 31st, 1815.

> birthplace ;
London, England.

> occupation ;
A writer and a poet.

> origin ;
The origin of this name is Hebrew.

> meaning ;
"Azazel" is a biblical name. It is said that Azazel was the name of an angel cast down from heaven, much like Lucifer. In order to gain God's forgiveness, Azazel was given the burden of bearing the Sins of man.

> pronunciation ;
ay . zay . zel
vul . ad
day . ses

> personality ;

Azazel is very polite during the somewhat infrequent times that he talks. He tends to address people with titles such as 'ma'am' and 'sir'. He patiently waits until people have finished talking before butting in to the conversation, and always uses his manners.
Living in a new world has taught Azazel to be very cautious. He has learnt that people in society these days are unpredictable, and that he should be extremely careful while walking the streets at night. Azazel is very likely to find someone trustworthy and cling to them for dear life. Honestly, he wants nothing more than to help others and do good for them.
Azazel has always had problems with his vision. The edges of his sight are dim, like a thick, black fog is surrounding him. He's a little short-sighted, which makes him very clumsy. He is often bumbling around, walking into things and knocking items off tables.
Azazel's biggest passion is astronomy. He loves the stars, and often says "Though the world is always changing, the stars will forever remain the same." On a clear night, you will often find him sitting in the open mapping out the constellations.
Curious is another word you could use to describe AZ. He always wants to try something new - his latest interest being taxidermy. His last investigation was into horror movies, which didn't go too well. He still has many questions about this new world he lives in, but often hold back on flooding his companion with them. Azazel only just learned about he internet, which was a relief for his friends as he could finally pick up in the decades of history he had missed out on.

> quirks ;
>> he speaks with a thick, British accent
>> he writes in cursive
>> you'll often catch him rubbing his eyes
>> he loves birds; especially crows
>> he tends to stay away from loud machinery
>> his eyes have a slightly reflective quality - a bit like a cat
>> he carries around a silver locket with a photo of his daughter and wife in it

> history ;
Azazel was born in London on October 31st, 1815. He was born to poor parents - his mother, Katherine Décès, worked in a sewing factory for at least eight hours a day, six days a week. His father, Charles Décès, worked in the factory for ten hours a day, seven days a week. When Azazel was two, another child was born into the family. Azazel's younger brother, Xander. Xander fell violently ill when he was 11, and died within a week from tuberculosis.

When Azazel was old enough, at 8 years of age, his father sent him to work in the factories. Azazel was never in school, as his family were too poor to afford it. He worked in the factories with his father, all of his knowledge coming from other children around the factory.
He kept this job, even after he was 18. It provided him with enough money to earn his share of food in his household.

At 25, Azazel fell in love with a girl called Sasha. Two years later, they were married and had a daughter named Mary-Anne. It was the day before Mary-Anne's twelfth birthday when Azazel was out looking for a gift. He and Sasha had saved up anything they could spare in order to get their daughter a beautiful birthday gift. Today, Azazel was heading down to the jewellers to buy a silver heart locket. Sasha had her eyes on it for a while, and finally it was theirs. Azazel made the purchase, spent some time putting in photos of Sasha and Mary-Anne and headed on home to wrap the gift. He was only five minutes away from their little house when out of nowhere, a gang of teens blocked him. They wielded knives, and threatened to kill Azazel if he didn't give them everything he had. Not wanting his daughters birthday to be ruined, he denied having anything. After a few seconds of silence, the gang converged on him, one of the masked figures smashing a bottle over Azazel's head. He was knocked unconscious.

Later, he awoke. Trapped inside of a wooden box. When he dug his way out, he noticed that he was in a graveyard, standing by his own headstone. And so, he was introduced into the modern world of 2001.

> what distresses you? ;
"I'm not too fond of small spaces..."
Azazel has an intense case of claustrophobia. He can't stand small spaces or crowded rooms. In fact, the smallest thing he can stand is a bathroom - and only if there's nobody else accompanying him.

> why? ;
Azazel awoke with a start, joints aching. He took a deep breath, sensing...something holding him in, trapping him hostage. Instinctively, he shot his arms out to give himself room. He gave a soft, surprised cry when they smacked against a wooden wall.
"I don't understand..." Azazel murmured, feeling his heart begin to pound faster. His eyes darted around sightlessly, desperately trying to find the smallest crack of light.
There was nothing.
Nothing but pure, utter darkness.
The silence roared at him from all sides, crushing, attacking, caning his eardrums.

The panic set in, and Azazel began pounding the sides of his dark prison. He pushed upwards, scraping his fingernails down the wooden roof until they split.
"Help me! HELP ME, SOMEONE! PLEASE!" he yelled, fear hitching his voice.
You need to calm down. You'll use up all the air, said a calm voice. The logical part of his brain. Azazel stopped, trying to calm his breathing. There was a lighter in his pocket, but the flame would use up precious oxygen.
He took two deep breaths.
One. He drew his legs up as tightly as he could.
Two. He bunched up the muscles, ready to push.
Three! Azazel kicked as hard as he could, his feet barrelling into the wooden roof with as much force as he could muster. There was a sharp crack, but instead of sunlight as he had expected, the smell of wet earth flooded his nose as dirt and mud came streaming into the small space.
"A coffin! I'm buried in a coffin!" he shrieked, wildly hammering the coffin lid with his legs and throwing all dignity he had to the wind. Dirt caved in, and the walls were closing - getting closer, closer, CLOSER. Oh god, they were going to crush him to death! There was soft earth under his paws now as he frantically scraped his way through the darkness, like a mole escaping a fox. He could feel the pressure on his tail as the walls of the coffin crunched together, and something whipped around his arms - tightly squeezing--

With a burst if cold air, Azazel flung himself forwards onto the frosted grass. He took a few deep gulps of the crisp, night air. His vision adjusted to the light after being in the dark for so long, and he found himself looking up at the starry blanket of a sky. Behind him, dirt had been flung everywhere in his panicked escape. He padded over to the grave, peering into the darkness below as he suppressed a shudder. He glanced up at the headstone, reading it aloud.
"Azazel Décès. Born October 31, 1815. Died February 12, 1859? That's...impossible," Azazel breathed, watching his breath dissipate in the cold air. He turned, moving towards the street at the front of the graveyard. Still shaken from his experience, he made a left on the pathway and walked until he found someone heading towards him.
"Excuse me, sir!" Azazel called. The man turned and Azazel hurried up to him. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but could you please tell me the exact date?"
The man gave him a puzzled look.
"Are you drunk? It's September 17th, 2001," he said gruffly.
"I'm sorry, but did you say the year two thousand?" Azazel asked, but the man had already walked away, leaving Azazel alone in a stunned silence on the pathway.
"Impossible," he murmured to himself. "I'm in 2001...'"

> playlist :

Dance With The Dead - Get Scared
Demons - Imagine Dragons
Dead Walker Texas Ranger - Sleeping With Sirens
The Walking Dead Theme - AMC's The Walking Dead
Mr. Sandman - The Chordettes
Amsterdam - Imagine Dragons
Hells Bells - AC/DC

> art by me ;
X . X . X . X . X . X . X . X

> art by others ;
By Ebony.
By fox..

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Word count: 1,284

[berceuse]

ＷＯＲＤ ＣＯＵＮＴ: 151 words

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username ; scourge;
name ; she doesn't tell anyone her name.
nicknames ; just call her quest.
meaning ; a journey to find something
gender ; female - ♀
age ; eh, let's assume she's 15.
size ; around the size of a medium dog
zodiac sign ; sagittarius
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formbyscourge

"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new."

'ello, Shire! As you can tell, I'm trying for this bean of yours. c: Pretty
little one, isn't she? Anywho, this section is to tell you a little about
myself. Well, to start, I've been in the community for well over
a year. Through those excruciating months, I've found a home
for three lovely JBDs - Ses, Sushi & Deidre, and looking to adopt my
other two! Anywho, I hope you enjoy my form. <3

likes.
x; jingle bells
x; stained glass
x; black
x; movies
x; handwriting
x; organization
x; being alone
x; music
x; pumpkin pie
x; bagels
x; lace
x; reading

dislikes.
x; other beans
x; dancing
x; bullies
x; constraints
x; zombies

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w h y . I . w a n t . h e r ; wip!

[dinkleberg]

Hello. Because I love this bean so much, I have made him a website. I'd love you to read it ALL!
www.rohansgraveyard.weebly.com

[rottenmutt]

╔════════════════╗

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

╚════════════════╝

ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ
Hello! I'm S y k e s!
Nice to meet you.
I am called Sykey or 'Capn Sykes!

ＮＡＭＥ
Juniper.
Honestly, not sure what it means.
But I think its quite fitting for him.

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ
Male,
whats he look like to you!

ＳＥＸＵＡＬＩＴＹ
Pan-sexual.
He judges somebody by how they act.
Not on gender, or their looks.
But truly on personality.

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ

Juniper is very cut off from the world and hates himself. He think he is no good bean, and just a monster. And he can't help it. He suffers from a deep depression. He is anti social and only sticks to himself. He doesn't trust him self around others or thinks anybody would ever accept him in their life. Because all he views himself as is a monster, a terrible, horrible bean. He can be rude and have a attitude towards others. And can often come off as hostile or violent. He is terribly shy and quite around others if he is not being rude or mean. The only reason he acts hostile is because he believes nobody will accept him and just see him as a monster.

Likes
• Nature.
• Art.
• Music.

dislikes
• Blood & gore.
• Rainbows.
• Beaches.

Quirks
• His tail curls up when nervous.

Pet peeves
• White socks.

Talents
• Sculpting.
• Singing.

Hobbies
• Painting and drawing. Any type or art.

passions
• Art.

phobias
• Ghosts.
• Spiders.

dreams
• To be normal.

Weakness
• Physical things. Such as climbing, running, and swimming.

ＤＩＳＯＲＤＥＲＳ & ＤＩＳＥＡＳＥＳ

• Depression.
• Very bad vision.
• Anxiety.
• Schizophrenic.

ＢＩＲＴＨ ＤＡＴＥ

•Birthday
May 12th, 1997.

•Age
16 is his age.

•Birthstone
Emerald.

•Element
Earth.

•Chinese zodiac
The bull.

ＢＡＣＫ ＳＴＯＲＹ

Juniper lived a happy life. His family loved him, and his mother was caring and compassionate, as well as his father. Him and his brother and sisters got along well. But one day, his mother snapped. Losing everything that was sanity. She broke out into a angry, and insane outbreak. Killing her family. Juniper's brother, and sisters were dead. His dad protected him, standing above Juniper. "No, honey stop! You don't have to do this!" he screamed. Juniper's mother treasured Juniper from the litter. But she didn't care, she lashed out at Juniper's father, killing him for standing in her path. Juniper ran off and she chased on his tail. When he made his way through the forest, field and then the canyons, well the little boy took a wrong turn. And trapped him self. He crawled under of pile of dead elk bones and he shuddered in fear. Hoping she wouldn't find him, his face facing the corner and he took deep quite breathes. He heard nothing but silence. So he turned looking over his shoulder seeing his mother standing only 10 feet away, drooling and staring at her treasured son. He backed away in fear and he cried. "mommy no!" when she grabbed his tail with her large paws. With that the gruesome murder had happened. The young Juniper, dead in the canyons. As his mother crawled off into the daytime...
Then Juniper woke up, and he looked around confused. Wasn't he dead?...
He ran to a small river, seeing his body different colors. But his markings still visible. He was... a monster...

ＴＨＥＭＥ ＳＯＮＧ

Iris- Goo Goo Dolls.

ＰＬＡＹＬＩＳＴ

Iris- Goo Goo Dolls.

Clarity- Zedd.

The Fray- How to save a life.

Bullet for my Valentine- Your Betrayal.
Bullet for my Valentine- Hearts Burst Into Fire.
Bullet for my Valentine- Waking the Demon.

A Day to Remember- Violence.

Bring me the Horizon- Sleep Walking.

Pierce the Veil- The Balcony Scene

Kingdom Hearts- Xion's theme.

ＲＥＬＩＧＩＯＮ

He is pure satanist.

ＲＥＧＩＯＮ

He is Irish and German.

ＩＮＴＥＲＶＩＥＷ

Why are you so depressed?
" Because, look at me!
I'm a monster. Nobody wants to be around me.
I have no friends, No family,
No nothing anymore.
I don't even have a life. Literally.
All I want and need is one friend.
And I don't even have that. "

Whats your worst memory?
" The day I died...
Simple and easy as that.
Don't bother asking how.
I never will speak of it again... "

Why all the anxiety attacks?
" Haha, look at me? Why do you think?
Maybe because I have nothing left anymore.
But death lurks around the corner for me.
It helps me mess up everything. "

ＷＨＹ Ｉ ＷＡＮＴ ＨＩＭ
I fell in love with him when I saw him.
I love zombies,
movies, shows, stories.
All that good stuff.
And he would be my first Bean.
He is adorable.
And I would make a stuffed animal of him,
and make pottery of him and his design
since i'm in clay classes.:3
I would take god care of him,
and it'd be good reason for me to join the site.c:
I could order more art,
and role play with him!
And all that good stuffs!

ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳ

This boy has bad relationships with others.
He is very anti social,
and tries to avoid everyone.
He counts down the clock till he dies,
because nothing goes right.
Nobody wants to be around him due to
the fear the fear he strikes in them, though
he doesn't mean it...

[img]picturehere[/img]

ＰＯＥＭ

You take my breathe away,
So many hearts to mend,
Faith keeps me pushed away,
I hopelessly beg for my life to end,
Tell me why?
Why can't I?
When i'm gone, forget me,
promise me..
My eyes have darkened,
and my soul is gone,
my blood runs cold,
Why can't I normal again?
I can't believe this,
I can't feel anything...
This is the end,
This is the end of my story...

ＨＩＳ ＧＡＬＬＥＲＹ

Hunger-By 2 Infinity &' Beyond
Hey welcome to my lair-by scootalo
Depression- By S y k e s
Chibi By S y k e s
Relaxation By S y k e s
just laying here-By xpumpkinz
By Creepin' Lilly6
What? By Esinololly
Coming at you quickly-By S y k e s
Sitting by the manyfacesofsirda
Half of a leap-By Wub

[Cuspid]

By Tworek! <33

http://i.imgur.com/1uoXwNn.gif

Wip

Name:
His name is Zumble, a playful twist on zombie that I came up with!

Gender:
Zumble is definitely a Male!

Why is he distressed?:
Poor fella! He's misunderstood! Wip

Notes for later:

Poor eyesight, stumbles around like a zombie without glasses
Sweet and kind
Naturally thin due to high metabolism
Vegetation -With exceptions CX-
18 yrs

[houndpine]

well, you probably want to know a little about me.
i have tried out for several jbds over the last year, and won zero.
i love zombies- zombie books, movies, tv shows. i'm obsessed with the walking dead.
this bean is so amazing.

by me by me by me by xpumpkinz by Big Bad Wolf
[url=wip]by HopeRazgriz[/url] [url=wip]by Princess Candance[/url] [url=wip]by ZombieLuv<3[/url]

⋙ t h e y a l l s a y t h a t i 'm m a d . . .
______________________

i have put together this report over the last three years. i have finally fit together all the pieces of the mystery known as the 'zombean' and included them all here for all to read. i hope you will see the truth about him now.

⋙. . . b u t i k n o w t h i s h u n g e r i s r e a l .
______________________

interview no.1- childhood memories
"We all knew who he was. But none of us knew his name, or his parents, or where he lived. He was the outcast, the one on the fringes, a constant that we always thought would just be...there, like the giant oak on the corner. He hated talking to people, that's all I know. There were rumors about him, yes, many rumors. I don't know how many of them were true, if any. I mean, I doubt if he drank blood or lived in a graveyard or was raised from the dead. He was just quiet. Besides, thing like that don't exist...right?"

interview no.2- leaving home behind
"Hmmm, that strange boy? Oh, he's long gone. He left, musta been a few years at least. It was the middle of the night, and icy cold out. I just happened to see him, just barely, a shadow in the night. I almost yelled out to him and ask if he wanted ta come in and warm up, but then I saw his face. Oh, it musta been the scariest thing I've ever seen. His eyes were glowing and narrowed, his ears lay flat back against his head, and his fangs were bared and long and sharp. I about had me a heart attack, and didn't tell anyone about what saw the next day when evryone noticed he was missing. But the search only went on for a few days. And no parents ever showed up to adk about him. Poor child. He was odd, never talked to anyone, but I hope he's alright."

interview no.3- glimpses
"Hello there. So you want me to tell you about that loner I saw? Well, first time I saw him I thought I just imagining the shape in the trees. Living alone can make your mind play tricks on you, you know? But then I saw him again, and again- just a shadow slipping through the woods, those weird pale eyes glowing. I never tried to talk to him, he scared me too much. About a year after I saw him, I was proved right. But I don't like talking about that, I don't. You'll have to ask someone else."

interview no.4- attack
"Yes, I remember that night. Every bean around here does. How could we forget? I still get shivers just talking about it. We'd all hear of the strange one living in the woods, but we never thought he would harm any of us, until that night. It was dusk, still light enough for us to be outside, puttering around, doing little things here and there. Suddenly there was a piercing scream. It was a horrible sound. We... me and a few others ran to see what was going on. Then we saw him. He has a young bean by the neck, he was holding onto her with his long claws and-and-and... he was biting her, ripping chunks of flesh off her back and eating them. I can still see the wild light in his eyes as he mindlessly tore at her flesh. All but one of us leaped on him and tore him off her, held him down while someone ran for help. The whole time he was writhing and struggling and snarling, foaming at the mouth, muzzle stained red. The strange thing was, he looked scared of us, like we were terrified of him... Then they came and took him away..."

interview no.5- locked up
"H-hello, nice to meet you, I am the leading doctor here, yes, thank you. So you are here to talk about H-Hunger, are you? Yes, we believe that's his name, it's one of the only thing he says. We've had him for little over a year now, but we haven't made much progress. He still tries to attack anyone who gets close and keeps telling us he's hungry, though we feed him well. As far as we can tell, his strange eyes and emanciation is caused by a rare non-fatal disease, and we don't know what caused his mental condition. He seems to think he's a zombie or something along those lines. This is characterized by a fierce desire to eat meat- which he cannot digest and makes him sick, like all jellybean dragons- violent tendencies, and severely restricted vocal skills. He also seems very distressed if forced to talk or spend time in the company of other beans. We will continue to try to cure him with therapy sessions, but if he does not improve somthing will have to be done. I believe he is in fact very intelligent, but his mental condition forces him to communicate with a limited range of words. Here- I can give you a transcript of one of our sessions."
Doctor: Hello again. I hope you are feeling well?
Hunger: Hungry. Hungry. -licks lips-
Doctor: We just fed you. What do you want?
H: Hunnnnger. Meat. Flessssshhh.
D: Why do you want meat?
H: The hunger. Hunger wants meat.
D: Are you Hunger? Is that your name?
H: Name?
D: Yes, name. My name is Doctor. What is yours?
H: Name. No name.
D: Shall I call you Hunger?
H: Hunger. Hunger. Hunger. -snarls-
D: Where are you from?
H: -growls quietly, then glares at doctor-
D: Why did you attack that girl?
H: Ah-ah-ah. Hunger.
D: Were you hungry?
H: Always. Always hungry.
D: Why are you hungry?
H: Different. Different. Hungry- different.
D: You're different?
H: Yesssssss.
D: Well, I think you should rest for now. I'll be back later.
H: Hungry.


interview no.6- gone
"Since you were so interested in him last time, I felt obligated to call and tell you that Hunger has... escaped. So far he has not attacked anyone and revealed himself, but I feel sure it's only a matter of time. His imagined 'hunger' he was always talking about was consuming him. I'm afraid I cannot tell you how he escaped, that's classified. And a warning- stay out of the woods."

☢ ☢ ☢ ☢ ☢

[slasher // twig]

Name: Zonbi
Gender: Male
Nicknames: Zombie or Mr.tired

His eyes: He has snow blindness which he got from staring at such bright things, this only happened when he was young, though he makes it sound like a disease its actually just damage to your eyes from UV rays.
Speech: He has a stuttering and articulation disorder also which makes it hard to have a conversation with him or even understand him at times so some beans think of him as an actual zombie.
AutoPhobia
This makes him very scared of being alone so he rarely goes on airplanes for the fact it could crash or a boat could sink and he could be the only survivor and leave him stranded alone.

What makes him distressed: He seems to get distressed over the fact that he always has something good to say but can barely say what he wants due to his speech disorders making him a bit sad at times but most of the time you can make out the little words he says.