[Berkshire]

Note: I just edited his hair very slightly. The old version was rushed and sloppy and bothered me for days. So take a look!
If you want to imagine and draw them with old style that's totally fine, maybe more perky is your thing ^^

[.Missy.]

Regal Bo for no reason really. But they call him Screech
because he is loud. And of course, he thinks he is part
bat.





Screech is a male, and I cannot see anything else. He just
looks like a grumpy average teenage boy who wants things
his own way.

A reading from Regal 'Screech' Bo, a look form his eyes

Topic : Why are teenagers always so-called grumpy?

Teenagers around the world aren't grumpy. They are moody. And some, even
depressed. Why?


Teenagers are constantly pressured to be failures. Teachers expect their students to get everything wrong. So they get money. Once
you realize this, like many teens in this case, you get pressured into failing. And you want to become better, but this rebellious stage
takes form.

Your friends find new friends and shed you like old skin.
-relationships
-parents
-sleep
-food
-rules
-freedom


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[Qiokkabee]

I apologize for taking up space, but sadly, I will possibly no longer be trying for this handsome bean.
His design is beautiful though, you should be proud of it <3

[tawnypelt3]

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[closet-maverick]

ｎａｍｅ
➳ brecken

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
➳ male

ｍｙ ｓｔｏｒｙ
➳ No one understands my misery.
I slam and lock the bedroom door behind me, muffling the disappointed and angry voices of my parents. I can't help that I can't concentrate in school. I can't help that I am diagnosed with the stupid cases of dyslexia and ADHD. Why does everything have to be so difficult?
"Shut up!" I shout, giving the door an exasperated kick before stomping over to my desk. I blindly sweep a few things from the dark mahogany tabletop into a backpack then move to stuffing a few clothes from the wardrobe inside as well. I feel my eyes prick with tears of fury and frustration. No. I, Brecken, never cried. And I never will, at least not over such a small, pitiful thing like this.
I hoist myself onto the windowsill and glance down. It's two stories down to the ground, but I'm not afraid of heights, and I'm not afraid of falling. Perhaps if I do, all this endless misery that forms my pathetic life will finally stop. After giving one last look back at my small yet spacious room which only consists of a bed, a desk and a wardrobe - I like to keep things simple - I climb down the brick wall of the side of the house with ease. Not to boast, but I'm quite fit and I have a naturally athletic build.
I make my way down the path which leads into the forest behind our home, and it suddenly begins to rain. Are you freaking kidding me? It's as if even Mother Nature wants to prevent me from going any further.
"What's your problem, huh? Is it some sort of sin I'm committing because I just want to escape from the horrid place I have to call home for a while?" I yell up angrily. Alright, my siblings are okay. At least they sort of understand the tough things I have to go through at school. But still...
I glare at the sky. If only it is a clear blue colour that is filled with brightness and happiness, instead of gloomy, dark clouds that reflects my personality perfectly. Maybe I actually am a cheerful, friendly bean underneath all this desolation, and I just need the black clouds to be cleared up somehow. But that's impossible.
I push myself to advance forwards, even though the cold, icy rain is pelting down on me and chilling me to the bone. The treehouse, my treehouse isn't so much further away from here. I frankly do not care if I get wet, or if some other obstacle comes in my way, because I will get past it as long as I get to my final destination.
I collapse inside the sheltered haven of my treehouse that I built all by myself, and watch the rain from a 'window', which, really, is just a square gap in the wall. To be honest, the treehouse is built rather messily, and it's more like a pile of wooden boards held together by some nails, but I'm proud of it because I was the one who made it. It makes me feel that I'm not completely and utterly useless like most say.
I blink and reach into my bag, pulling out my sketchbook and my pair of black and red earphones. At least I still have these. You will always find me carrying them around, whether it's in my pouch, in a bag, or if I'm just holding onto them. They're my two most valuable things.
Art just makes me feel... free. There is no limit in what you can create on a blank canvas, and there is no right or wrong. That's why I love it so much. I know and I admit I'm not very good at drawing, but again, there is no right or wrong in doing it. Besides, nobody ever looks inside my sketchbook and I never let anyone anyway, so no-one will judge on how weird my stick figure is or how my elephant looks more like a flower crossed with some sort of lizard than an elephant. And then there's music. Music is a whole different story. When you're listening to your favourite songs, it's like you forget all that's happening around you. The world could be crumbling, and I wouldn't care for a thing if I have my music blasting. Art and music, those are what makes me feel whole. It's what makes me leave behind all the bad things, all the misery that I go through each day. It's what makes the dark clouds that shroud me in shadows clear away a little.

ｍｙ ｓｋｅｔｃｈｂｏｏｋ - ｅｘｔｒａ #1
➳ My family.


➳ Me & Puffle.

ａｒｔ - ｅｘｔｒａ #2
➳ I'm stuck in a world of desolation.

[Berkshire]

ends in two days! Finish up!

[Ƥɛтαℓƨ]

"The best author will be the one who is ashamed to become a writer."
Before we get started I would just like to say all pictures
on this form were taken by me, please do not use them
without my permission.

✏ N a m e
Caleb "\c(a)-leb\ as a boy's name is pronounced KAY-leb. It is of Hebrew origin, and the meaning of Caleb is "faith, devotion, whole hearted". Biblical: Caleb, a companion of Moses and Joshua, was noted for his astute powers of observation and fearlessness in the face of overwhelming odds; his devotion to God is symbolized by the "dog" in some traditions. The name was popular among the Puritans, and was introduced by them to America. Author Caleb Carr."
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✏ G e n d e r
Caleb is a male, I couldn't really view him as a female especially with the personality I have for him and his looks. I just picture him as a male.
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✏ M y P o i n t O f V i e w
Okay so I am aware of the fact that this painting is very bad. I am not a very good artist but I really really love this bean so I spent roughly 2 hours painting this. His hair is sticking out because he is supposed to be hanging upside down looking at the trees, it is in black and white because bats do not see in color so I tried to incorporate that into my form, I hope you enjoy it anyway because I really did try my best!

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✏ P e r s o n a l i t y
Caleb is a very passionate bean, whenever he feels as if he can do something he puts his mind to it and doesn't stop till he wins. Some people like to make jokes and say he is "fiery like his hair" He doesn't find this very funny but he doesn't question it because he knows it is true. Caleb has a very strong passion for music and writing. His family doesn't know about his writing skills cause he would prefer not to be questioned about what he was writing at the dinner table every night. He writes just about everything, his brothers and sisters and what life is like with all of them constantly barging into his room. He writes about the other beans at school and his best friends and just life in general. Caleb likes to write because he always says its the one place he can express himself without being judged and criticized. He can be quite sensitive at times and doesn't want people to mistake that for weakness so he writes about it. If his personality had to be summed up in a few words he would be the very fiery,passionate,sensitive writer.
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✏ P l a y l i s t
here

[Emris]

Berkshire, is there any way you could give just a slight extension? I think my header art was deleted and my java isn't working properly for my to redo it, I'm trying to fix it but I'm afraid I won't have time.

[Berkshire]

I guess I could extend it through to weekend until later on sunday

[Emris]

Thank you so much Berk <3
My life has been rather hectic lately with laptop issues, new classes, and some family trouble.