[Doodles]

Username: Doodles
Name: Kodiak
Gender: Male
Personality: Kodiak is generally a very happy child, he loved to run around and just generally smile. Kodiak, loves very simple things in life. His Mother, Mac-N-Cheese, and his box of colors. Most kids his age love Gameboys or playing toss with their Fathers, but Kodiak prefers a box of crayons an drawing. He likes learning new things, but can be very lazy at times. He doesn't like to do things a whole lot, and sometimes is very lazy about talking. He loves talking, but at the same time here are times when he's just too lazy to form words to form a conversation.
Kodiak is a very gullible little boy, he believes a lot of what people say and tell him. Believing that nobody lies, and nobody tells something different from anything but the truth. Which can sometimes cause him to be very confused when he is told one thing, then another. Especially from people close to him, as he believes nobody lies. However, it's more of a 'lying to himself' sort of gullible attitude, as he knows deep down people can and do lie. Kodiak is very open-minded, he likes to believe every has very true and 'pure' intentions, and tries to let those hose hurt him make an example of their own personality and human-ways, rather than just everyone being mean and evil.



Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective':
Kodiak giggled fondly, looking at his mother with wide open eyes. He'd always been very open about the world, especially being a young child. He loved waking up to his mothers face and a box of crayons every single day, though today was a new occasion. School was going to be starting after a long and joyful summer. His first year of Kindergarten was going to be much different from Pre-K. No more naps and learning his ABC's. Now he would learn words, and how to read, and 123's. He wasn't the most excited, considering he wasn't going to be at home with his mother anymore. He was going to be at school with lots of other kids around him to interact with. Strapping on his backpack he marched up to the car, a small prideful smile on his face. his Mother's hand on his shoulders, looking down at him fondly as they walked. Smiling up at the blue-grey sky and the white clouds, he smiled bigger. He was going to enjoy school, a big playground and a bunch of kids. He would miss his Mother, but maybe when he got to school he would see more than just plastic on couches and his Mother constantly reminding him because he was 'different' there was a need to be 'aware', though he was never sure what she meant most of the time. He just nodded his head and acted like he cared.
Kodiak could feel the tires halt softly, his Mother nodding her head. The pick-up line, which was basically a line where cars drove up and dropped their children off. His Mother would likely head off to work as she did everyday, leaving Dad home alone until he got out at around 2:00pm. His Mother was never home until 6:00pm so he would have all day to play around with his Father until she came to tuck him into bed and wish him a good night. Jumping out of the car he waved a good bye to his Mother and ran into the school, his little bottom almost wiggling with excitement. Maybe there would be new children from last year, maybe not.
His feet stopped inside, unsure of which hallway to take to get to where he needed to go. He noticed big kids going down one hallway, and almost immodestly figured he was going to be going to be in the opposite series of hallways. They always kept the older children away from the younger ones, for their 'safety', again the word his mother users. He looked at the drawing on the wall, to his left. It was beautiful it really was. Children around the world, literally, holding one another's hands. Their feet touching a blackish and grey circle. He smiled at it, moving forward to put his hand on it. A hand quickly formed on his shoulder, his head snapping around very frightened. A woman, who looked very young and very pretty smiled at him. "You must be Kodiak, your Mother told me you would be the little wolfish colored boy with a red backpack?" He didn't know most of what she was saying, but the red she was talking about confused him. He had a grey backpack, not a red one. "My bag is grey miss.." he began, he hands seemed to clasp over her mouth in shock. Shaking her head she hurriedly pushing him along to a classroom. "Sorry I forgot about your condition Kodiak, I hope you can forgive me." Again, there were words he didn't understand. He was too lazy to ask her what it meant though, he wanted to see the other children and what they looked like. So far everything had been different shades of colors, and he was hoping he would find something that was a bright enough blue or yellow, that he could see it in it's actual color. As soon as he walked into the room, the teacher's aid took his bag and put it in the cubbies with the others. He shook the man's hand, "H-hi" he said looking up at him, he could see a faint blue, and grey/white colors on him. "I'm Brennan, i'm just helping out you today. Just for today." he said, shaking his hand back. He looked like he was a high schooler or a lot older. Nodding he bounced off to greet the rest of his classmates.
They all seemed to be very nice and kind, except for one kid who just liked to whine and complain and make the teacher pay attention to him. He seemed like a greedy little boy. Nobody paid much attention to him until the boy, Brennan called him a bad apple, like an apple gone sour. He knew that apples, when they got brown on them tasted bad. His Mother had told him many times you had to throw them out, though he had tried putting them in sunlight to get better; but they just got worse. Pulling on teachers shirt he asked her, "Are you going to throw the bad apple out?" He asked with concern in his voice. He never knew you could throw children away, would that mean his Mother would throw him out if he was bad? Shaking her head and laughing she shook her head no, and paying no more attention to Kodiak. Pouting for a bid he stumbled off to talk to other children, though was quickly redirected to sit down in a chair.
They were supposed to be drawing something in the room they wanted to learn more about, whatever they wanted to draw was fine with her. His eyes dazed around the room, searching for something interesting to draw. He had wanted to draw something that had been a bright blue or yellow, but nothing was in the room that was such. Maybe they didn't like blue's or yellow's at this school. Shrugging his shoulders he noticed a dusty grey square object, known as a lunchbox on top of a table. It was next to pale black colored little girl who wore greyish freckles on her face. He fluffy cheeks puffed out as she drew an almost white colored duck on her paper, the one on the door. Giggling he began drawing her lunchbox, making a roughly shaped rectangle on the paper, he drew a smaller one on the inside of it. The lunchbox has a drawing on it, that was a black colored smiley face. He drew that in there too. Bouncing up in down in joy he pulled three crayons out of his pocket, one grey, one black, and one white. He put the white one away and used the black one to trace the smiley face over until he saw a bold black color. Then he used the grey color to messily color in the outline of the rectangle grey. He beamed proudly down at his drawing, waving it around in the air for the teacher to come look at. "Miss I finished!"[b] he shouted with joy as she walked up to him, smiling down at his. [b]"Share it with the class, so they can see what you drew." He nodded, and quickly ran up to the front of the class. He faced the drawing out to the class, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet. "I drew the girl with the freckles lunchbox! Don't it look just like it?" he asked, his face large and warm with pride. He heard an eruption of laughed as soon as he uttered the words. He wasn't sure why, but he felt deeply sad. He didn't feel like crying, but he felt as though the children were laughing at him, like his Dad did at the silly men on T.V when they played jokes on each other. He sniffled, muttering for them to stop. The teacher gasped, almost like the lady in the hall had when he has first come to school. She shushed the class immediately, telling them they wouldn't get milk and a snack later if they didn't hush up. He sad down, an unhappy grim look on his face as the teacher began to explain to the children he 'special' and 'different'. Some of the kids looked confused, so she had to re-explain it to them once more. "Kodiak isn't like all of you, he can't see the color pink or red, he can only see black and grey and white. Sometimes he can see blue or yellow, but not very much. So to him, Kamal Lilia, he saw your lunchbox as he drew it." She continued to scold the children on how laughing at what they think is a mistake is wrong, and they shouldn't do it. The girl hung her head in shame, like she was just slapped by her Mother for taking the last cookie in a cookie jar.
Kodiak went through the rest of his day in peace, smiling as he drew or learned that the number two and three made the number five. He went home tired out, not even awake enough to wait for his Mother to return home. He asked his Father to make him Mac-n-cheese, and then bounced off to bed. He wasn't awoken at all, and instead he dreamt of brightly colored blue and yellow colors surrounding him, making him feel happy inside. He caught a glimpse of another color, it replaced the ugly dark grey color he usually saw on leaves, though he wasn't sure what it was called, and it quickly disappeared out of sight from himself.

[Agent Shark]

Username: Agent Shark
[>> "This is the strange person posting this application. She's alright, a bit Loopy to me but.."
Name: Filut
[>> "Yeah, That's My Name. Its Pronounced FEE-loot, don't get it wrong!"
Gender: Male
[>> "What? I'm a Male you Itiota!"
Personality:

Background:

Art:
Interview:
WIp c:

[ajohanna]

Dropping out. All my work will be going towards a Kia UFA.

[SheoReturns]

Male, can't see him any other way.

Hello there! I'm SheoReturns, you may already know me as Sheori. Some also know me as Sheo, She-She, or Sher. But you may call me whatever you like, I have no preference. And I will be trying out for this most amazing bean right here! I do own three beans currently: Eden, Jerico, and Faebell. I certainly hope to make Zeon here my fourth.

Ladiesman:: Zeon really seems
to love his ladies, or at least he
really tries hard to act like it.
He is very proper to them when
they attend one of his concerts,
giving them kisses on the hand
or free photos/signed merchandise

Outgoing:: You can find him at
many parties, he tends to just sit
there and enjoy a drink of root
beer as he watches everyone
else dance, often lost in his
thoughts or the music he is
listening to. He is always with
someone, whether it be a band
mate or some random fan he
can't shake off.

Charming:: He has great manners
and is polite when speaking with
any dragon, putting on a smile and
letting out an easy laugh every
now and again.

Reckless:: If he sees a dragon in
trouble, regardless if he knows
them or not, he will run to their
aid. He also likes to do crazy stunts
when out with his friends., especially
to avoid a topic he doesn't like,
that might be discussed.

Heart-Broken:: His past is shrouded
in much mystery and grief. He ended
up killing his first love in his life due
to his secret Mercenary life. Even
though he appears as a carefree bean
when personifying himself as a
drummer, inside, he is dying. He
blames himself relentlessly for
everything that happened that led to
his mistake. When he is alone, he is
either stricken with grief and crying,
or carving notches into a stick with his
knife, planning revenge for her death.

A pair of neon green drumsticks with black tipped ends

Reclusive:: Because of who raised
him and caused Zeon to become who
he is, he doesn't socialize much.
While he may appeal himself to his
band mates or screaming fans while
performing, it is just a mask, a disguise.
Because of the life he was forced into,
the life of a killer, he has always been
controlled in every aspect of his life.
In effect, he tends to stay to himself,
not only because he is told to, but to
protect others from himself and his
secrets.

Intelligent:: He is an intelligent bean
but not wise by any means. He knows
some stuff here and there but he is not
one for looking ahead. He knows almost
anything and everything when it comes
to battle tactics and performing his job.

Athlete:: Due to his harsh and ruthless
life in the assassin's guild, Zeon has a
very strong and muscular build as well
as high stamina. A large portion of
everyday is spent training both his mind
and body for the task ahead.

Stubborn/Rude:: One weakness he
has is his stubbornness. If there is
one thing that he can not accept is
being wrong. Being raised by a guild
of killers, you are told that you must
always be right in your own actions,
whatever they may be.

Self-Centered:: Another thing that
Zeon truly is, is self-centered. He
is raised to think of only himself
and his own well-being. No one
else's life matters except his own.

Black hooded cloak
Serrated Dagger

With Zeon being my dream bean idea, and was originally for a teen/adult bean. His whole life is already known and set out by me. So this will be the description of what his life is now and will become in the future.

As long as Zeon can remember he was always alone. At a very young age he was left on the doorstep of an orphanage by his parents. Though they loved him very dearly, their very lives were in danger. Before his birth, Zeon's father was a member of a secret assassin's guild. Somewhere during his years of service, he found love. Due to his high status, he was allowed some freedom, and with it, he and his love, who eventually became his wife, lived relatively happy. That was, at least, until they discovered that his wife was pregnant. Within the guild, there are strict rules, and to prove your loyalty, you must always abide by those rules; one of these regarded to children. To ensure that the guild would have a strong hold on its members, all children born to them would be forced live in the guild and be raised as killers. All without freedom or hope for escape. Anything less would count as betrayal. Knowing full well of the guild's dark promises, Zeon's father endeavored to make sure his future child would be free from their grasp. And so, upon the eve of his son's birth, he betrayed the guild. Together with his wife, they ran, seeking shelter anywhere they could, fully aware of the inevitable pursuit following their paw prints. After a week of toil, they happened upon an inconspicuous orphanage. As if on the same wavelength, neither hesitated as they took their son, wrapped in a cloth, and laid him on the orphanage's doorstep. A final gift to Zeon, a desperate attempt to keep him hidden and safe. Burdened with heavy hearts and shortage of time, they fled into the woods, gone.

Years pass as Zeon grows up, and he was happy, spending most of his days playing with the other orphans and being a normal child. He grew to find a love for music. There was always some sort of tune playing his ears from inside the building, and at night, he would hum to himself a strange lullaby. He only knew a few broken notes, but deep inside he felt a connection to it, and without doubt knew it to be a song his mother had sang to him before he had been left here. 'Children of the Night.... come little children...' he would sing to himself, just a hint of a song, but a comfort nevertheless. It was in this way he contented himself at the orphanage, and for a flicker, it seemed as if he had the chance to live the normal life his parents had risked their lives to offer him. But despite his parents efforts, his father's guild finds him. In the dead of darkness, they send their lead assassin Nightshade to retrieve him, promising the young bean a wonderful and happy life. Little did Zeon know what a horrible and terrifying life he would live...

After years of torment, punishment, and ruthless training, Zeon manages to survive and graduate to the status of full-fledged assassin. With this 'graduation', he is given the privilege of having some freedom in his life. From this point he creates the second life of the 'drummer' in the band known as Racing Veins, portraying himself as very carefree and happy bean; a clever mask. Through this persona, he meets the first love of his life. She was compassionate, gentle, and had a loving heart; all things that Zeon had never known. With her, everything seemed right, euphoric even, and for the first time, Zeon felt true happiness. Years pass while they kept their relationship secret, and all seemed fine.... Until Nightshade found it out. Fearing that Zeon would betray them just as his own father had years before, he and the guild set up a plan. For his next mission, Zeon was instructed to kill a murderous woman that portrayed herself as a siren. Once Zeon carried out his mission and succeeded, he found to his horror and disbelief that the hooded woman he was commissioned to kill was his lover.

With remorse filling his heart, he was painfully opened up to the evil of the guild he had, for years, called 'family'. Approaching seemingly from nothing, Nightshade confronts him, revealing that he had been the one to discover his secret, and that it was he who had conspired to have Zeon himself kill his lover. "You should have known better." Nightshade said. "So we had to teach you what we thought you had learned when you were a child. Love no one, save only thy self." Writhing in this knowledge and burning with pain, regret, and above all, betrayal, Zeon vows, upon his lovers cold body, to avenge her death: To kill Nightshade.

Abandonment by -=Elita=-
The Assassin Guild Life by -=Elita=-
Building Leap by -=Elita=-

Acrylic Painting Headshot on Wood Slice
Zeon Assassin Accessories Reference
Zeon Title Art - Abstractish?
Anthro Assassin

(after thinking long and hard, and after many struggles of trying to create a scultpure of him from scratch within the time frame. I was looking among my many wolf items in my 125+ collection and saw this duel bust of a wolf on my dresser. It got me thinking of my concept of Zeon's two personalities/lives that I altered and repainted the bust. I did not sculpt the heads or stand but I did sculpt his drum sticks and his hood... I also repainted everything on it <3)
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[lost in time.]

U s e r n a m e:

Hello, Gallifrey Falls. here. I used to be oO Lost In Time Oo and you may have seen me around with that username. You can call me whichever you wish though.

N a m e:

This little guy's full name would be Nash Kallen Fenns. He goes by Nash though occasionally people call him Kell or Fen.

G e n d e r:

Male, I couldn't see him as anything else.

P e r s o n a l i t y:

M a t u r e

Nash has always tried to be mature because he's never had anyone there to be mature for him. Abandoned at a young age, he's been taking care of himself since the age of 3. Nash has always had to be the grown-up. He's been fending for himself for a long time and because of this he seems much older than he actually is -10 years old.

S t i n g y

Don't talk about sore points with this young bean, if you do he might just lash out at you. If you even mention his parents, Nash will immediately change the subject to something a little more pleasant. Nash truly doesn't mean to be snippy and rude but when talking about subjects that he prefers not to speak of, he can be a little harsh.

B i t t e r

Though he realizes that his parents left him for a reason, Nash is still very bitter. This makes him not the happiest of little beans. As mentioned before, his parents are definitely a sore subject for him. When talking to him, you'll notice his voice takes on a note of edge when you mention his parents. He wishes that his parents had never left him and you can always tell by his body language.

B r a v e

As proven by his lack of fear when venturing into the forest, Nash is a brave little guy. He always has been, he always will be. In times of trouble, Nash forgets his fear and does what has to be done. He can be outspoken and boastful when not being too socially awkward. Always willing to state his thoughts and opinions, Nash is a very courageous young boy.

L o y a l

Nash is loyal to the end. He gives up on his friends and never reveals secrets. He will always stick with the people he loves, no matter the consequences and no matter the temptations to do otherwise. He always tells the truth to the people he likes no matter how much difficulty he has revealing the truth. Though you might not expect it as Nash is bitter and resentful, he is still loyal to his parents too.

S t o r y:

I’ve been alone as long as I can remember. Since I was about four years old, my parents have been gone. My name is Nash and this is the story of how they left and how my life turned upside down.

I remember being dumped on the streets at night in the middle of winter and I remember my mother whispering to me “I love you my baby but someone else will take better care of you; we’re not fit to be parents.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she and my father said their goodbyes. “I know you don’t understand this now and you’ll hate us for this later but it’s for your own well-being. Someone will find you, someone who cares…” And there they left me.

I had crawled, freezing, to the forest. Though I was only four at the time, I knew that caves were shelter and in the forest I could find the food and water I needed. I found a cave, just as planned and snuggled up to the wall, trying to keep myself warm.

The next morning, I found some berries right outside the cave. I hadn’t noticed them the night before but now, in the daylight, I did. I picked some and ate them hungrily. Blackberries, I decided. I then found a tiny creek leading it's way down by my cave. Yes, my cave. I don't know when exactly I started calling it that but as I learned to fend for myself, the cave became my home. Overtime I added in some grass for a bed and brought my rock collection -that I had collected from the creek bed- into the cave. After that, it felt much safer and cozier. A much better place for me to be.

***

Until I was about 7 I stayed near the cave, not wanting to stray to far from home for fear of being attacked by a larger mammal.Then finally, one warm autumn day I left my home to go explore. I figured that if I was going to be living in this forest, I might as well get to know the place. At that point, I was extremely lonely as I had only the birds, lizards, wolves and foxes for company none of which I was capable of communicating with. I also thought, maybe, just maybe, that there might be another bean in the forest that I could perhaps be friends with.

I set out on a trail worn into the ground by the countless animals passing by. I was careful not to stray too far from my cave and with any luck, I would be able to find a friend. I searched the forest for hours, looking up and down for any signs of Other Jellybean dragons... all I ended up finding was some lousy wild blueberries. On the bright side though, I now had more food to eat.

I returned to my cave, defeated, as the sun began to slip behind the horizon. The sky was a beautiful orange-y purple but I was too tired to care right then and there. All I could think as I settled down to sleep was that hopefully, when I set out again tomorrow, I would find a friend.

***

I went a little farther from home the next day, though I was still careful to stay on the path. I left as soon as the sun had risen and started on the path outside my cave. I explored all day, only stopping for a break in the afternoon during which I ate some of the berries I'd found the day before. As I went farther, I stumbled upon a clearing.

My eyes widened as I saw another young bean standing there in the clearing. The other bean had an orange and white swirly pelt. He began to turn around and I quickly jumped into the bushes. My heart was pounding in my chest. It was my first time meeting another bean since my parents and I was extremely nervous though I wasn't quite sure why. Gathering my courage, I stepped out from behind the leaves.

"Err... Hello," I smiled nervously. He whipped around to face me.

"Um...hi," he said shyly. "W-who are you?"

"A fox!" he yelled as I quickly became confused. "A silver fox! A fox just talked to me!"

"A fox? My name's Nash, I'm a Jellybean dragon" I said quietly. So far, everything wasn't going as well as I had hoped but maybe I could get us back on track. "Um, I live down the trail. In my cave."

"Oh. Whoops. Well, I-I'm Tangelo," the bean said. Tangelo seemed to be a little older than me and he was clearly male, judging by his voice. "Do you really live here? And did your parents really just let you leave home all alone..?" He said quietly as he stared at me.

"Um, yes and uh... well, I'm an orphan," I frowned. "They left when I was three and I've been living in the forest ever since."

Tangelo noticed this was a touchy subject for me and frowned too. "Sorry," he said. Then, trying to get back our light-hearted conversation he smiled and said, "How old are you? I'm 8 years old."

"Um, I'm 7," I smiled back awkwardly. We continued on chatting and played for a long time after that. I learned a lot about Tang that day and we became fast friends. We had similar interests and got along quite well. Finally, Tangelo had to leave though he said he'd come back tomorrow and we could go see his treehouse. I waved bye as he left the clearing and then left to my own little home. I couldn't help grinning as I left, it seemed that I finally had a friend. Finally, I wasn't alone.

[P.S. This story is written when they first met and were about three years younger than they are now.]

A r t: x X x ---> All art is by me.

[duhl]

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User:
► Hello, Im JustAWannaBeKing here. A current non-owner of a bean. c:

Name for Bean:
► Axel, but some people just call him Ax.

Gender:
► ♂ I would like him to be a Male.

Personality:
► He seems to be the paranoid type. Always glancing terrified side to side. Letting out whimper when he gets scared.
► He is a scaredy cat.
► Uncomfortable around people.
► Counts to ten when scared.
► AntiSocial.


The world in my perspective..:
► The world has always has been big to me, trees towering over me... very large objects.. I've always have been afraid of stuff that were tall. They always seemed to, well tower over me. Anyways, as you can see I'm a bit.. uh.. paranoid. I've never liked being social. All of the others seemed for be bigger. But, maybe its just me. I mostly like walking alone. It doesn't make me feel wierd.

His Fears:
► Sciophobia: Scared of shadows.
► Megalophobia: Being scared of large objects.
► Cainolofobia: Scared of surprises.
► Claustrophobia: Scared of no escape and small spaces.
► Centophobia: Fear of new things or ideas.

[Incubo]

Dropping out. So sorry, I just lost interest qnq

[Mimi-911]

I will maybe be entering, if I have time and if I want to compete against a friend rolls

Username: Mimi911
Name: Zeke "Z"
Gender: Male
Personality:
Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective':
Extra 1: Art
Extra 2: Comic ??

[Bored.com]

ＴＨＥ ＢＡＳＩＣＳ
____________________________

"Ｊｕｓｔ ａ Ｃｈｉｌｄ, ｙｅｔ ｓｕｃｈ ａ Ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ"

Ⓐ Username Ⓐ Bored.com, currently a non-owner c;
Ⓐ Name Ⓐ Alfie
Ⓐ Nicknames Ⓐ Alf, Lee.
Ⓐ Pronunciation Ⓐ Alf-ee
Ⓐ Age Ⓐ 9
Ⓐ Gender Ⓐ He is male
Ⓐ Birthday Ⓐ December 17th
Ⓐ Zodiac Sign Ⓐ Sagittarius
Ⓐ Chinese Zodiac Ⓐ Rooster

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[ Insane :: Afraid :: Alone :: Awkward :: Shy ]
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Likes
- - - Horror Movies
- - - Silence
- - - Warmth
- - - Scary Movie(series)
- - - Hard Rock
- - - Emo Style
- - - Steam Punk
- - - Dragons
- - - The color(s), black and blue
- - - Solitude
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Advantages
- - - Good memory
- - - Logic Always Wins
- - - Sarcasm
- - - Listens Extremely well
- - - Imagination
- - - Can listen to both sides
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Wishes And Hopes
- - - To be Free
- - - To find out who he is
- - - To NOT be a Monster
- - - He could let go easier
- - - Didn't have Bipolar
- - - Make everything right again
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Dislikes
- - - The Cold
- - - Smart-Allies
- - - Being tired
- - - Being socially awkward
- - - Having bipolar
- - - Himself such a Monster
- - - Tight places
- - - Water
- - - Voices so high it can break glass
- - - Most Music types
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Disadvantages
- - - Mood swings
- - - Socially Awkward
- - - Extremely hard to get close to
- - - Darker than not
- - - Panic Attacks
- - - A constant fear of feelings
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Fears
- - - Drowning
- - - Lost in his own Insanity
- - - Hurting someone
- - - The Dark
- - - Hate
- - - His loved ones Death(s).
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Insane: Not the insane, going rabid, bouncing off the walls type of insane you are thinking of. No, not at all. Alfie, almost being a teenager and all, believes that he has gone over the lines. The invisible lines. He thinks, that if anyone gets too close, he will snap. That's why he is closed in, and not very kind to people. He is afraid of hurting them, as he did with so many other people. He'd rather back away from someone who wont fight back than be a bully. Inside of his head, he is a monster, never forgiving himself for everything he has done.
Afraid: As if nothing could be worse, he is afraid of many things. Though, he likes solitude, he is deeply afraid of the dark. The dark, in his way of speaking, is "The time of when Monster's come from-out their hiding holes under your bed". He is afraid that he will hurt someone during the night, not that something will hurt him. He is more selfless than not, he would rather make someone happy then let someone down. he cannot stand to see someone's disappointment, maybe because he has a kind heart, deep down inside.
Alone: Always putting himself down, he'd rather be alone and think than be with friends who were not Socially awkward, like him. He knows his place in this world, knows that maybe he'll be alone forever, but if it's to help from stop hurting people, he couldn't care less.
Awkward: As a Mute, he doesn't know much about what to say, to start or keep on conversations, so usually, he has one-word conversations then leaves the room for someone else to try and keep on a good conversation.
Shy: As the last one, shyness does occur with him, almost always. His shyness seems to show when he flinches away from physical touches, or how he likes solitude better. Shyness is common, so he see slots of shy people, yet is reluctant to meet them. He does not see the sense in talking to someone who does not talk to you first.

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[ I'm Such a Monster ]
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Skillet - Monster

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- - - The secret side of me
- - - I never let you see
- - - I keep it caged
- - - But I can't control it
- - - So stay away from me
- - - The beast is ugly
- - - I feel the rage
- - - And I just can't hold it

- - - It's scratching on the walls
- - - In the closet, in the halls
- - - It comes awake
- - - And I can't control it
- - - Hiding under the bed
- - - In my body, in my head
- - - Why won't somebody come
- - - and save me from this?
- - - Make it end!

- - - I feel it deep within,
- - - It's just beneath the skin
- - - I must confess that I feel
- - - like a monster
- - - I hate what I've become
- - - The nightmare's just begun
- - - I must confess that I feel
- - - like a monster
- - - I, I feel like a monster
- - - I, I feel like a monster

- - - My secret side I keep
- - - Hid under lock and key
- - - I keep it caged
- - - But I can't control it
- - - Cause if I let him out
- - - He'll tear me up
- - - And break me down
- - - Why won't somebody come
- - - and save me from this?
- - - Make it end!
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- - - I feel it deep within,
- - - It's just beneath the skin
- - - I must confess that I feel
- - - like a monster
- - - I, I feel like a monster
- - - I, I feel like a monster

- - - It's hiding in the dark
- - - It's teeth are razor sharp
- - - There's no escape for me
- - - It wants my soul,
- - - It wants my heart

- - - No one can hear me scream
- - - Maybe it's just a dream
- - - Or maybe it's inside of me
- - - Stop this monster!

- - - I feel it deep within,
- - - It's just beneath the skin
- - - I must confess that I feel
- - - like a monster
- - - I hate what I've become
- - - The nightmare's just begun
- - - I must confess that I feel
- - - like a monster

- - - I feel it deep within,
- - - It's just beneath the skin
- - - I must confess that I feel
- - - like a monster
- - - I'm gonna lose control
- - - Here's something radical
- - - I must confess that I feel
- - - like a monster

- - - I, I feel like a monster
- - - I, I feel like a monster
- - - I, I feel like a monster
- - - I, I feel like a monster.
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Let's start out with what he thinks of himself.
He thinks of himself a Monster, someone no one should go near, like someone with rabies. Someone who shouldn't be able to breath properly, always need punishment. Every day, he thinks of himself a monster, even if he's done nothing wrong. He believes everyone deserves a chance, but his chances are up. That he is too late, that he is not going to turn back to when he was, before he was abandoned, left in the dust. Putting his head down, instead of his chin up, he thinks the world cruel and harsh, but yet, punishes himself for the cruelty of the world, rather than the person who did wrong. He just wants to have someone to understand him, even if he doesn't know it yet.
After being abandoned, or what felt like it, to a sibling, he became more mature, and better acting, no longer childish. His eyes turned a brownish color, instead of it's wonderful blue, and he became himself today, which he is a "Monster" Encouraging him to try and see that he is not a Monster just gets him mad, and he snaps at you, but then, he stops, realizing what he's doing.
Now, let's get to the part on what he think's life means.
Life, as some philosophers say, have a meaning to it. Think of life as a mountain, Mount Everest if you have to. You start out at the top, king of the world, and then, slowly, as reality turns you to the worse, you plunge into the deep snow before you. Your screams, letting the high-pitched noise fill the mountains up, creating an avalanche. Now, deep in the snow, you don't which way is up, or down. You struggle to the top of the snow, and then finally trudge your way back up, only to be faced by more dangers.
Will you ever make it to the top again? Some do. Will you ever find the partner who will pull you up when you're down? Most don't.So what is the meaning of life, if you can't find it, if you die before you ever find out? What's the point of living, then? Was it to find your true love, a mate, your soul mate? To make other's peoples' lives greater, for the good of humanity?
Humanity has lost all of it's faith, by the cruelness it holds.
Would you rather live, knowing you let someone die, or die, knowing you let someone live? The answer, will always be the same, for Alfie. A monster of himself, destroying himself from the inside out by guilt. What will you do, the next time you see a scrambling kid? Will you go, and help me, knowing you've just saved a life, or stand by and watch in awe, as you think they are under you?
He's quite a deep thinker, for a 9 year old. But of course, he matured early.

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This is NOT based on any culture or anything, just imagination. This is not actually happening, this is his "Imagination". Full Credit to the books Eon and Eona
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1. Rat Dragon
Compass: North-Northwest
Color: Blue
Keeper of Ambition.

2. Ox Dragon
Compass: North
Color: Purple
Keeper of Determination

3. Tiger Dragon
Compass: North-Northeast
Color: Green
Keeper of Courage

4. Rabbit Dragon
Compass: East-Northeast
Color: Pink
Keeper of Peace

5. Mirror Dragon
Compass: East
Color: Red
Keeper of Truth, Queen of them all.

6. Snake Dragon
Compass: East-Southeast
Color: Copper
Keeper of Insight

7. Horse Dragon
Compass: South-Southeast
Color: Orange
Keeper of Passion

8. Goat Dragon
Compass: South
Color: Silver
Keeper of Kindness

9. Monkey Dragon
Compass: South-Southwest
Color: Ebony
Keeper of Resourcefulness

10. Rooster Dragon
Compass: West-Southwest
Color: Brown
Keeper of Confidence

11. Dog Dragon
Compass: West
Color: Ivory
Keeper of Honesty

12. Pig Dragon
Compass: West-Northwest
Color: Dove Gray
Keeper of Generosity

The Celestial Kingdom was once ruled by a Dictator, not an Emperor. Now, Alfie's father is in rule, and he is dubbed Prince. The stress on him, about the Twelves breaths, have him worried about the dragon world. Would they not except him, would they never look at him like they do his father? Ah, well, he can't worry much now, his father has much time to rule, and he has much time to grow.

The narrator was in my head again, and I huff in exasperation. Great. Just for me. I sigh, and shove my hands in my pockets. How long would it be till I got over this stuff from a book I read a year ago? Sure, reading was cool, but I shouldn't be remembering it this well and making my own story!
I think I'm going insane...But since when did I not know that?

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[Dewey]

[ good luck everyone. c: ]

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personality ; [ sly -- devious -- clever -- mischiveous -- anti-social -- edgy ]
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Lucian is very cunning; artfully skilled. He is one who is aware of his surrounding and knows how and when to use the forest to his advantage. He acts much like a fox in general, not wanting to be seen or heard; eyes always tend to be in slits. He is quite stealthy in a way and tends to creep around a lot. He has gathered the statistics and wits and furthermore is one that you can find with his golden eyes glowing from within a bush. Lucian has developed a more ‘wicked’ mind in a way to achieve what he wants. In other words, you can call him a cheater. It was his way of surviving when he was younger (see background section). He is problem solver but in a twisted and nonchalant way. But with his devious desires comes his cleverness and quick thinking. He is very sharp to react, mostly in tough situations in this case. Such as defending himself is the biggest reason. But he can thank his wits for that. Lucian is quite a troublesome and sneaky character. Since he is just a young bean he is just being his playful self and wanting to explore. He most likes to play with the birds up in the trees since he tends to climb to explore the tree tops. But he does not intend to cause harm or make a mess he is just looking for a way to entertain himself on a daily basis. Lucian is the more anti-social pea of the pod. He avoids interaction with other JBD’s by staying at the back of the crowd. No one truly knows who he is inside because he never lets anyone close enough. But with all this, Lucian tends to be edgy and nervous when it comes to meeting others. Just remember to give him time. ★

ｔｈｅｒｅ ｉｓ ａｌｗａｙｓ ａ ｓｗｅｅｔｅｒ ｓｉｄｅ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｏｒｙ

[ sweet -- calm -- tender -- blissful -- adventurous ]
Lucian has had a hard life but that doesn’t mean it has all been bad. There is a sweeter inside to his darker outside but it takes a real effort and level of comfortableness for him to show it. When you get to know Lucian more you know that he is a real sweetie. He can be a very loving, very playful bean since his still just so young. Even though it has been a dark beginning of his life doesn’t mean that he can’t have a happy ending, does it? He’s a bean that you need to be patient with and soon you’ll know. When you get to know Lucian more is can be very calm, cool and collected. No lashing, no running. Although it seems that he may ‘hate the world,’ I can tell you that is not true. He is very loving and caring of others even if he doesn’t show it well. He can also be a happy bean when he’s around friends that he cares for. Lucian tends to wander and explore, as well. There is always something good in the bad.
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“Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.”
― Anne Frank
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background ; [ being told by Lucian ]

It all started when I was very young, about 4-5 years old. I had a very happy life; we were your typical loving family. I had a lovely mother and father that I loved with all my heart. I also had a twin brother and we did most everything together. We were born and lived up in northwestern part of Washington State. From the moment I had opened my eyes I was eager to get right to my feet. Though I knew I tumbled over a lot from some little scars hidden beneath my fur I have found over the years. My parents had told me that my eyes always seemed to have been glowing ever since I first opened them. I knew my eyes were unique because my mother, father and brother all had brown eyes yet my eyes are a golden-amber. My parents taught us very early about, just about, everything we would need to know and how to survive because they told us that they wouldn’t live forever and that made me sad inside. Well, when my brother and I were around two years old we began to wander around a lot more, always kept our parents on their feet. We kept them fairly busy having to watch over us every day. Anyway, as we began to grow older we became more aggressive; we craved adventure. So, my parents often took us on trips and all. And that’s where it all began.



My brother and I were four years when my mother died of a deadly illness. Father was grief-stricken that we had to care for ourselves most of the time. We tried to talk with him, but he wouldn’t listen. He just day around all day sighing and crying. At one time, I had thought about running away because father was becoming useless to use. That’s how I became so concealed. Well, about 6 months later father passed away in his sleep. My brother and I found him in his room completely still the nest morning. He stood around him, tears pouring from our eyes. I then ran from the borrow and out into the forest, my brother quick on my heels. We ran for miles and miles it seemed like. I then had begun to slow my pace and then came to stop, sitting on the ground. Brother came and sat beside me and we sat there and sat there and sat there. Night soon fell upon us and we took shelter for the night. The next morning I woke up and found that my brother wasn’t there with me. I left the shelter and searched everywhere for him but failed to see where he had gone. I thought to myself that we had just fled from sadness. And from then on I walked my journey alone.

My journey lasted for months. I was frightened, scared and all alone. I hadn’t had interaction with anyone either. I was becoming delusional; I saw things that weren’t there. I was becoming slightly insane as well. I began talking to myself because I had no one else. I needed to hear something, someone, anyone! I was nearly starved, food was hard to find and my mouth ran dry. I was in no health to keep traveling, but I kept going anyway. I needed to get somewhere safe because the wilderness was no place for a young bean like me. I began to think there was no hope for me and that I was going to die. But no, I never gave up. I kept going and I held on to faith that I would soon be saved.

I continued on and on until I gave out. I flopped down in the grass breathing heavily and exhausted. The sky was blue above and white clouds floated past and over the sun, casting shadows across the ground. I slept all that night and continued on the very next day. I traveled on and on again making my way through the wild. One day I could hear the noises of cars coming up quickly. I ran straight through the trees emerging right out on the road. I cheered happily as the wind of the cars blew into my face. I continued on along the road until I a town came into view. I wandered into town and saw all the other Jellybean Dragons walking around and the sounds of other kids laughing filled the air. A stream of tears fell from my eyes as I began to walk around. I wiped them away and straightened up a bit. As I walked all the others gave me dirty looks and I didn’t feel comfortable at all. I seemed to have shrunk down into my fur as I made my way around the edge of town. I sighed; no one was going to help me. I soon took shelter near a dumpster for the night and cried myself to sleep. I had never felt so alone in my life. And so I slept there, crying and soon fell into a restless slumber.

The next day came within the blink of an eye and I was up right at dawn. No one was awake yet and so I began to rummage through the trash cans for food. I ate all that I could find and by then JBD’s were awake and walking around. I walked around the outskirts once again that day, walking around all day. Late in the afternoon I was sitting down taking a rest when in saw a brown colored JBD approaching me. I crouched down and looked at him with sharp eyes. He continued forward anyway. He sat down a few feet away and began to speak softly to me.

“Hello, young one. My name is Dustin and behind me are my mate Akari and our daughter Cecilia. I noticed you walking around earlier and so I decided to come speak to you. Where did you come from?”

I was very nervous and stiff. I eyed him up and down. I wouldn’t talk.

He spoke again.

“You look starved. Would you like for us to get you some food?”

I nodded slowly and he stood up and walked away. He came back ten minutes later holding a bunch of little berries. He handed them over and I ate swiftly. I was little compared to him; he was very tall and broad and healthy. I was scrawny, small and ill. I gazed up at him once again, very still.

“Now, can you tell me your name?”

“I’m Lucian. I’m from northwestern Washington and I am alone.”

Dustin stood and took my hand.

“Would you like to come with us?”

I thought to myself as he held my hand in a soft grasp.

“Yes. I have been alone for so long. Please help me.”

“We’re here to help.”

They joined Akari and Cecilia and began to walk home; I explained to them everything that has happened to me and everything I went through. I was so grateful that I had held on to hope for as long as I did or I would have died. They’re my new family. I am saved. // [ 1200 words exact ]

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extra 1 ; 'the world from my perspective' --

Dark, lost, lonely, afraid. I feel caged and I can’t get free. Something is holding me back.. but I don’t know what. Maybe it’s because I lost my family? Or maybe it’s because I’m different? I feel very small in this great big world; so uncomfortable and unwelcomed. It’s just like I’m a door mat or perhaps a dead, dry leaf? Everyone seems to just walk all over the top of me, judge me, and think I’m different but I know on the inside that I’m not. I know that I came washed up all of a sudden with death following close behind but I don’t wish to be treated as though I’m not really there. I’m not different! I’m just original and just trying to be myself in this big world. I feel as though I’m just the tiniest pebble sitting on the side of the street just waiting to be kicked along and forgotten. I especially feel enclosed and sometimes I find it hard to breath. But I always manage to save myself. I won’t and will never give up hope.

I don’t know what I would do without my adoptive family. They give the hope that I had eventually lost so long ago. I lost my confidence in myself, I felt out casted by the others. But no, my family has helped me through everything. I may be a young bean but I have experienced so much more than just sadness. I lost my mother, father and brother. My brother is somewhere out in this world, but I may never see him again. Dustin, Akari and Cecilia have really lifted my hopes and try the best to cheer me up. c:

Sometimes, when I’m alone in my room thinking to myself, of what my life would have been like if my family was still alive. How much happier I would be. I don’t like to talk much and I don’t make friends easily. Takes a whole lot to crack a walnut, doesn’t it?

My life isn’t all as bad as I make it sound; there are times when I am truly happy, such as when Dustin found me beneath a dumpster. That’s when I thought that my world was going to finally change and it did for the most part. I am a lot happier now but will avoid any interaction with strangers that’s why I have become so timid. I guess it’s something that I just need to work on. ^^

My life was very dark and unforgiving in the early beginning and as slowly became something I can grow with. My traits remain with me but my life has and will become brighter as I continue to grow. <3 // [ 454 / 500 words ]

-- hope this isn't too dark. <3 --

extra 2 ; art --



by me -- x x x x
others -- (c) Sable.

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---------------------------------------------------------------------― Brian Jacques