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Sorry I have to drop out, I just don't connect with this bean :C <3

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[~Moonheart~]

I'm really sorry to have to drop out. Honestly, this is hard. I simply can't finish my form. There is too much going on at the moment. I am so sorry. This bean will go to a lovely home
<3

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[Guepardo]

the only person you are
destined to become is the
person you decide to be.
-ralph waldo emerson

hello there!

it's nice to meet you! my name is marcela. you can call me marce, if you want. my name means "of the sea" or "defense". it's spanish! i am a female. oh! my favourite hobby? that's easy. i go to the beach and collect sand dollars for my messages! what messages, you ask? well, i take my sand dollars and write nice and meaningful things on them before i go and spread them around. i put them anywhere at random, so other beans can find them and be happy. sometimes, we all need a sand dollar to boost our spirits. would you like one?

the start of marcela's hobby
marcela had always felt as though she belonged on the beach. but it wasn't because of the pattern of her fur. she'd been going to the beach for as long as she could remember. she went at night, early in the morning, middle of the day... it didn't matter. it mesmerized her every time. no matter how many times she could see the ocean, she never got tired of it.
she never got tired of the smell it gave off, the feel of the grains of sand lodging themselves between her paw-pads, or the sensation of the water around her as she dived in. the beach was her place of comfort. the ocean was her comfort.
today, something odd was happening. marcela could sense sorrow. she could feel it hanging in the air. it was weird for her. the beach had been a place of happiness to marce for many years. marcela walked down the beach, head swinging back and forth. then she spotted it.
a adult bean was sulking with her face buried in her paws. marcela only hesitated a second before rushing over, a look of confusion on her face.
"ma'am! ma'am!" the little jellybean dragon called as she neared the older one. the adult raised her head a little, enough to look marce in the eye. the adult grunted unhappily and slammed her face back down onto her paws.
"ma'am, what's wrong?" marcela asked frantically. "are you hurt?"
the adult seemed to force a cold chuckle at this. "hurt?" she sneered, lifting her head once again. marce now noticed that the bean's eyes were puffy and swollen from tears. "on the inside." she said bitterly, but marcela heard her voice waver uneasily.
"what's wrong..?" marcela persisted. she wanted to make this bean feel better. "nobody should be sad at the beach."
the adult's bottom lip quivered. "you wouldn't understand! you're too young to understand!" she returned rather loudly. the adult instantly broke into tears and turned her face away from marcela.
marcela took a step away, feeling a lump rise in her throat. not at the adult's words, though, but at the thought of the dragon's sorrow. why was this bean so sad? marce turned tail and hurried away, off to the lurching waves.
she sat at the shoreline for a little while, head downwards. she knew the female dragon was still had the beach. she could still hear her sobbing. marcela could hear other jellybean dragons stopping by and trying to comfort the adult. none of it worked. the other dragon cried a tiny bit louder each time someone left.
marcela closed her eyes. I've got to cheer her up. I've got to do it somehow. when she lifted open her eyes, a circular white shell was washing up on the banks of the sandy beach. marcela inched closer. it was a beautiful sand dollar. she smiled a tad. "I've got it..." she muttered under her breath.
marce tugged a small marker out of her pouch. it was bright orange, but it was the only one she had. she scribbled down a neat little message on the white surface of the sand dollar. it will all get better soon. listen to the waves. they'll relax you. step into the water. it'll refresh you. luckily, her small handwriting abled her to fit all of her message onto the small little thing.
marcela walked over nonchalantly, without the other bean noticing, and plopped the shell down as silently as she could. marce jogged to a spot of the upper beach, were she heard the crying stop. due to the bright orange, the crying dragon had noticed the sand dollar very quickly.
marcela watched closely. the dragon's crying had ceased. that was a start, at least. marce then saw the dragon inhale deeply and exhale slowly. marcela had a tiny smile creeping onto her face and she backed away, before turning and padding slowly up the beach.
she felt joyous. she had just made that bean happy. well, she prayed she had. marce beamed proudly. and just as she reached the end of the long stretch of sand, she looked back down at the beach, and could have sworn she saw the bean stepping into the water.

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Her real name is Kiandra, but she has fondly picked up the nickname Bottles.

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Female of course!

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Since Bottles was a little girl, she has made special sand art bottles and given them away to sick beans in her jam. The ones she doesn't give away fill almost every available space in her room! She loves this hobby a lot and spends most of her time creating more and more bottles.

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This is the story of how Bottles got into sand art and also how she got her nickname. <3

Kiandra pumped her little legs faster, chunks of wet sand kicking up high behind her as she raced along the ocean. She laughed carelessly, looking up at the seagulls flying lazily above her in the hot sunshine. The warm ocean water lapped at her feet as she ran. Kiandra sprinted until her legs burned and she could barely breathe. She collapsed in the sand, panting and smiling, looking up at the bright blue sky. I love my life. It was a serene and quiet day and only little six year old Kiandra was at the beach, which was how she liked it. Her fur soaked up the suns rays as she lay there. I wish I never had to leave... Kiandra's light pink eyes slowly closed as exhaustion washed over her. Never... Leave...

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Kiandra sniffed and wiped away her hot tears. "But mom, I just want to go to the beach! Please!"
"I'm sorry honey, but not in your condition... You'll have to get better before you can go back outside.."
Kiandra whimpered and carefully lay back down in her hammock. Her mother stroked her head before turning to leave their small beach hut.
"I'll be back soon honey, I have to go get some food. Would you like anything?"
Kiandra shook her head silently, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Okay honey, get some rest.."
She left. Kiandra started to cry harder, feeling extremely frustrated and sad. Yesterday, when she had fallen asleep on the beach, she had gotten a very serious sunburn. She wasn't allowed to leave her hut until her sunburn was completely healed. That meant she wasn't allowed to go to the ocean. It was Kiandras' favourite place to go, and she missed it incredibly. She missed the feeling of the sand slipping through her paws, the bright sun warming her fur, and the sight of the bright, beautiful, blue ocean. Kiandra sat up slowly and painfully, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"What am I supposed to do, stuck in this hut? How can I keep myself occupied and happy? How can I still be with the ocean..?" She sniffed and looked down at the floor of her hut. Some sand had been tracked in from her mother walking in and out of the hut. Kiandra squinted. The sand... It looked like.. Something. What was that? Kiandra tipped her head to the side. A bottle? The sand was in such a way that it looked like a bottle... Kiandra gasped. Sand.. Bottle.. It reminded her of something she had seen at a fair...

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!"

Running paw steps could be heard as Kiandras mom burst into the hut. Her eyes were wide and she was panting.
"Kiandra, what is it?? Are you alright??"
"Mom, pick me up a few bottles and some colored sand, please. I know how I can be with the ocean from inside the hut."

- - - Some weeks later - - -

"Here you go ma'am. I heard you were too sick to leave home, so I made you this sand bottle. You probably miss the outside, so now you can enjoy a piece of the beach."
The old bean smiled gratefully and pulled Kiandra into a hug, thanking her over and over.
"It's no problem ma'am! I know what's it's like to be trapped inside, unable to be out in the fresh air. Enjoy your sand bottle and get well soon!"
Kiandra skipped out of the hut, a huge grin on her face. She had started making sand bottles for herself while sick, but when she recovered and was able to go to the ocean again, she realized that there were others in her jam who too had to stay inside. That's why she decided to start making bottles for others, so they could also be happy like she was at having a sand bottle; something to keep her close to a part of the outside. It felt great to make others happy. She knew everyone appreciated the colored sand bottles she made specially for them. Every sick bean got one, which meant that every bean in her jam had at least one. The old bean called out.
"Hold on dear!"
Kiandra stopped and looked back.
"Thank you. Bottles." The old bean smiled brightly and winked.
Bottles returned the smile before turning and skipping away again. Bottles... Hm, I can live with that!

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JBD name;; Aphrodite is her name. Where did I get it from? Well, if you didn't know, Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Sexuality from the Greek mythology. Why is this her name? Well, she looks like the ocean, and Aphrodite was born from sea foam. c:

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Favorite hobby;; Aphrodite loves deep sea diving. She puts on a little wet suit, and straps on her air tank, then goes far beneath the surface of the water. While under water, she often collects pretty rocks and shells. Sometimes, she uses the shells to make necklaces, but she is not very good at it.

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Ｏｖｅｒｃｏｎｆｉｄｅｎｔ ~ Aphrodite can get a little, well, overconfident. She thinks because she was named after a goddess of beauty, that she is the best of the best. But she is often put back into her place, and reminded she is just like every other bean.

Ｐｌａｙｆｕｌ ~ Aphrodite is quite playful. She loves to play with others, and often gets bummed out when someone doesn't play along. She loves playing dress up, but it seems most beans don't enjoy it, so she most often dresses up alone and pretends that someone else is there with her.

Ｓｅｎｓｉｔｉｖｅ ~ Aphrodite may act strong, and as if nothing can hurt her, but she is quite sensitive. Even the smallest things, such as being called stupid, or someone yelling at her, can cause her to tear up a little.

Ｔａｌｋａｔｉｖｅ ~ Aphrodite is very talkative. She talks to everyone, and anyone. She is often told she talks too much, which hurts her feelings, but she will never stop socializing with others.

Ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｖｅ ~ Aphrodite is very protective of her friends. She will not hesitate to teach someone a lesson if they mess with her friends, or insult something she loves. She, of course, could not harm a fly, but she teaches them a lesson with words, and if they don't listen, well, she tells an adult.

Ｉｍａｇｉｎａｔｉｖｅ ~ Aphrodite is a very imaginative bean. She often imagines she is a princess, or images that she is flying when she is on a swing. She even has a imaginary friend that she talks to whenever she is glum, or no one will play with her. Aphrodite's imaginary friend's name is Princess Charlotte Young, who is apparently a long lost princess.

Ｐｏｓｓｅｓｉｖｅ Aphrodite is very possessive. She believes she should be the center of attention, so she often gets made when she has to share something, be it a owner, or a toy. If she has to share something, she throws a fit and starts to cry.

form decoration was not made by me, copyright goes to owners.
picture with Aphrodite at the beach was made by me.
Words on picture from Katy Perry's song Dark Horse.

[sarapkm]

dropping out vnv

[Cayla]

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[CanisInsanine]

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I decided to name this beautiful little girl Eureka. When I saw her, the name of one of my favorite books came to mind, Teardrop. Its about a girl who causes a huge storm when she cries that brings back the Lost City of Atlantis. So you can see why I linked it to her, Atlantis was a large island, and she seems to be extremely beach-based in design. The main character of the book is a girl named Eureka. I loved this name, as soon as I read it, but didn't much like the nickname that they gave her in the book, Reka. So instead, Eureka's nickname will be "SeaGem" Or just "Gem" due to her father's nickname for her that was given because of her love of the ocean.

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Eureka is definitely, undeniably, unquestionably Female.

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Eureka smiled as the early sunlight bounced off of her fur, warming her as she sunk half an inch into the sand. She wiggled her toes, reveling in the feel of the fine, miniscule pieces of rocks and seashells and bones of creatures of the sea that squished wetly between her smallest appendages.
The wind stirred slightly, and filled her beautifully long ears with the music that it carried over the sea, whose colors matched the thin fur on her ears.
She began to feel the familiar pump of adrenaline that sped her pulse when she heard the sounds, a harmonious mix of waves crashing against eachother and seagulls' cries and dolphins chirping not too far away. She felt the overwhelming desire to dance.
Eureka could see it now: the spiral seashells and crabs and lionfish and, of course, a seashore whose beauty would rival Aphrodite's. She could imagine them swimming gracefully across the sand, across her canvas.
Her tail twitched eagerly, causing a glass tail bangle to draw a deep line in the sand. It had been, as her young imagination believed, a gift from Aphrodite herself when she found them washed ashore a year ago, when she was five.
Her large, round, conch-colored eyes moved across the sand, scanning the beach. Other beachgoers usually didn't hinder her dancing, her art. In fact, she found it fun to have to create a still-elegantly beautiful design around their beach towels and sand castles. She didn't have to worry about that today, though.
Eureka's canvas was empty.
She closed her eyes, inhaling the crisp, sweet scent of the ocean, taking a breath to focus. She filled her lungs, and jumped in.
Eureka's giggles were answered by the seagulls' as her teeth chattered and she was enveloped in Poseidon's icy embrace. She stood and climbed out slowly. Her body wiggled and shook as a dog would after a bath, but she placed her tail delicately back in the water. She always said that a wet tail marked the sand better than a dry one.
Finally, music travelling from the sea, tail dragging carefully and precicely yet elegantly across the sand, and her temptation intensified to the maximum it had ever been,
Eureka,
the child prodigy,
began to dance.

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This is the bangle on her tail:

[[Images (C) to respectful owner, small seahorse icons by me (C) me]]