[shuhalo]

I'm sorry, I have to drop out. I simply do not have enough time to complete the form, being piled on with homework these few days and all. Good luck to everybody, and I hope this bean will go to an devoted owner.

[kavlri]

Some information updates on the first post.
Please take a look if you haven't already!

[Qiokkabee]

I'm sorry, but I have to drop out. I have no time, all else has
been explained to you Peace. I'm hoping you understand.

[Little Fish]

Note;; I am finished with my form and it is ready to be judged. I did not have enough time to finish the art and I hope you understand. Thank you so much for your time and have a lovely day.

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Username:
Fullmetalsouleater

Name:
Pax, after this winter storm I have recently endured. <33 24 hours of no electricity and its finally back <33 I am so happy.
Pax also means peaceful in Latin, I can see this baby being peaceful when he is surrounded by the ones he loves.

Gender:
This cute silver fox bean baby is a male.

Personality:
~ Separation Anxiety • Crybaby • Peaceful • Bashful • Stubborn • Highly Intelligent • Caring ~
Ever since Pax was abandoned he has had major separation anxiety. Pax makes sure that no matter what he is never left alone. When he is left alone and doesn’t know where anyone is he can be a bit of a crybaby. Though Pax prefers not to cry because he loves being at ease and being very peaceful.
Most of the time Pax keeps out of sight of others not wanting to talk much or befriend many people because he is afraid of being abandoned again, though when he is around others he can either come off being very bashful or very stubborn, it all depends in the other beans tone.
Pax can be bashful when talking to young guy and girl beans, though he seems to blush more with guy beans around. Pax hates to be talked down to, he may only be four but he is smarter than the average bean, he then becomes stubborn and either mocks you or talks back in a rude manner.
Pax won’t admit it but he is a very caring bean. When one of his family members gets hurt or a friend or even a small animal he is always there to help fix any broken limb or bandage even the smallest of cute
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Background:
Pax was born to two bright colored mothers and was born with another bean that looked like the two mothers. The two mothers couldn’t figure out how they got a dark colored egg when neither of their lines had ever had a dark colored bean. They decided best not to worry about it and took great care of the egg.
A year passed and both of the male beans were very healthy and the brightly colored male was full of fun and excitement, while the darker bean was a bit less cheerful. They named the darker bean Pax for the peaceful kind of nature he had, whenever he would walk into a room peace just seemed to fall over everyone in the room.
Though Pax’s mothers and brother accepted his different part of the community that knew about him spread horrible rumors about his birth. Most of them said he was the product of an affair, though other beans delved into more gruesome stories about his conception. The two mothers knew better than that but with only part of the community turning their backs on them so quickly they began to fear what the rest of the community would think. They both decided Pax would be better off with another family.
It was a cold February night and the snow had finally stopped falling, one mother was sent out with sleeping Pax bundled up with his garments which were the color of his eyes. She went deep in the forest looking for the home of a dark bean who she had only heard rumors about. Reaching a cabin that was near the edge of the woods, which turned to an open field, she found a tree not far from the cabin that was dry. She waited a few to make sure this was the right place, when she saw a dark figure in the dimly lit window she set Pax down softly and kissed his head without another word then went up and knocked on the door a few times before scurrying back home.
The dark figure opened the door and looked outside. Deciding it was nothing it almost went back inside when it saw an amber pile of cloth. Walking toward the bundle of cloth it noticed there was a small silver fox pup wrapped inside. Picking it up afraid for it to get frost bite the dark figure took the odd pup inside to the warmth and shelter. Once inside the dark figure unwrapped the odd pup and stood shocked at the fact that it was a jelly bean dragon. Looking somberly at the poor bean the figure decided to keep the pup since clearly the parents had abandoned it.
Pax woke the next morning confused then frighten then he smelt the freshly picked berries and decided he was too hungry to care. Following the scent, he came face to butt with a dark ball of fur with a smaller ball attached to it. Curious about the odd ball he hit it and the thing that was attached to it made a small yelp. The dark fur ball turned around and Pax almost went white as a ghost. He was now face to face with a bear about his size that looked grumpy then excited. “Hi! My names Niko!” The small bear introduced herself to Pax with a fluffy smile. Then a bigger bear came up behind Niko and said “Hello little one, I’m Kali. Glad to see you awake, me and Niko just came back from gathering fresh berries this morning.” Pax relaxed a little noticing that the environment he was in had nothing to do with anybody eating him. “I…I’m Pax. Th-thank you for finding me…What happened?”
Kali looked down somberly at Pax and said softly “Your parents abandoned you in the front yard sweetie, I’m sorry hun. They left you with a locket, two leg warmers, a scarf, and a blanket. I can give you a permanent home here little one. You already have your own room, all of you stuff is in the dresser beside your bed. That is if you want to stay.” Tears welled up in Pax’s eyes as reality hit him. Niko nuzzled him softly mumbling about being his big sister and that everything was going to be okay.
After hours of crying, hunger got the best of Pax. He walked into the kitchen a bit shy and took a plate full of berries. After finishing them Pax went to Kali and said “If it is okay with you since I have no home I will accept your offer of letting me live here with you two.” “That is perfectly fine dear; the room upstairs is all yours. This home is now just as much as yours as it is ours.” Kali said giving him a bear hug.
~~~3 Years Later~~~
Over the years Pax settled down with his new family and tried to rarely think of his old family. Pax now spends his days either picking berries or playing with Niko or taking care of his pet albino corn snake Leon that Kali found and gave to him when he turned four recently.

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Art:
(This is my first extra. ^^)
I will be doing twenty pieces of art and they are as follows,
3/Headshots (decoration)
6/For each personality trait
4/For story art
2/For his items (below)
1/In his pouch
3/His flaws
1/Button collector
20//Total

I am so sorry if I do not finish all of the art, if I win this baby I will get it done,
that's a promise to you.
Other then the missing art my form is indeed done. <33

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Extra Two:

In His Pouch;;

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Pax typically keeps three things in his pouch and four during the summer months. The first thing in his pouch sits at the top at all times and that is his pet Albino Corn Snake who he named Leon.
The second thing he keeps in his pouch is usually his dads pocket watch, which Kali found with him when he was abandoned, but during the summer you'll find that his amber colored scarf has been stored to keep Pax from overheating.
The last object that he keeps in his pouch is his greatly cherished locket that was his mother’s, Kali said she also found this item with him but the pictures were ruined
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Flaws;;

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Pax has two small and unique flaws, one being his stutter from the cold weather he was abandoned in and two being his left front paw is twisted all the way around giving the bottom of it a ‘spiral’ look and giving Pax a very small limp.

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He doesn’t mind the twisted paw much because most don’t notice his small limp but he hates his stutter because everyone makes fun of him for it, he is going to speech classes to try and fix it. Pax also has some cases where he won’t sleep for seven to ten days out of every other month.

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Button Collector;;
When Pax was about three he noticed a blue button on his left leg warmer, picking at the button he was very curious of how he had never noticed it and fell in love with the odd round shaped object attached to his leg warmer.
Soon after falling in love with the button Kali found Pax’s room half full with many different kinds of buttons. He had pinned many of the buttons to the wall because it was over filling his room. Kali noticed this and dug deeper into the soft part of his cave making another room for Pax to store his button collection. Kali also noticed there were a lot more colorful ones and oddly shaped ones then dark ones and plain round ones.

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Why I Want Him;;
I want Pax because I am a major lover of Silver foxes, I especially adore the pups, and I believe I am a fitting home for him. He will be loved and cherished and never left alone, I don’t want to make the darling cry <3, I will draw and doodle him all the time while roleplaying him with many different beans and developing his personality more.
I also want Pax because I don’t really feel at home in the fan-club, I have a profile and have sadly only posted once on the fan-club but I have been a little awkwardly shy and nervous. I hope that I can bring this bean to life on the fan-club while making lots of new friends in the community.
I swear to you and all other JBD staff out there that I will not leave this baby to sit in a corner and collect dust.
Thank you.
~Soul
(155 Word Count)

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[Jinx.]

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⎛xxxxxx⎞



⎝xxxxxx⎠

I was caught in the middle of a railroad track,
I looked 'round, and I knew there was no turning back.
Sound of the drums beating in my heart,
The thunder of g u n s tore me apart.

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Hi! I'm The Jinxed Fox, but I generally go by any variation of my username. I am the proud owner of one bean, Nokomis, and have decided it was time to find her a friend.

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๒єคภ ภค๓є ;

I have chosen the name Renegade "Switchblade" Tokala for this bean.

ฬђคt'ร เภ ค ภค๓є? ;

Renegade, noun, meaning a person who deserts and betrays an organisation, country, or set of principles. I chose renegade for this Bean's name because of his sly, fox-like personality. Switchblade is simply a nickname, and Tokala is a Native American Dakota name that also means fox.

ﻮєภ๔єг ;

I saw this young bean as a male .

คﻮє ;

Renegade is only young. He is currently 12, despite what he may say.

๒เгtђ๔คץ ;

Renegade was born on January 14th, 2002.

รเzє ;

Renegade is about the size of a bulldog.

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• LIKES•

x. Quiet
x. Being alone
x. Studying weapons
x. Cars
x. Fixing things
x. Card games
x. Storms
x. Thunder
x. Travelling
x. Video games

• DISLIKES•

x. Social situations
x. Parties
x. Pink
x. School
x. Routine
x. Moving

קєгร๏ภคlเtץ ;

At first, Renegade seems very reserved.
He doesn't talk much, and will probably express his feeling towards you with a range of facial expressions. He keeps to himself most of the time. It's not that he doesn't like socialising, he can just never find the right things to say. Growing up, Renegade and his father moved a lot, and he never spent more than a few months in one place. He quickly learned not to form attachments to people, and it is a habit he has struggled to drop. Renegade is simply a solitary guy, and feels as though he works much better at anything he does when he's alone.

If you do, however, manage to create a friendship with Renegade, you will find that he is very sarcastic.
He doesn't mean to be rude, but he has a low tolerance for stupid answers. He can be very impatient at times. He tries hard not to be snappy, but his impatience will often get the better of him.

Even at his young age, Renegade is quite the con artist. His dad taught him how to play poker, but unfortunately he isn't quite old enough to actually join a game. He does, however, tend to cheat people out of their money with other various card games. He enjoys being so manipulative, and will use his age and his cheeky grin to his advantage.

Sometimes, Renegade can be very harsh. If you ask what he's thinking, he will go ahead and say it. He really has no verbal filter. He doesn't understand that it's not a nice way to speak to people, but he grew up without knowing anything else.

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Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town,
fought like a s w i t c h b l a d e so no one could take him down.
↪[X]

ђเร รt๏гץ ;

As previously mentioned, Renegade's only nickname is Switchblade. He quite liked the nickname and sort of...adopted it as his middle name.

When Renegade was born, his mother died due to complications with his birth. This left Renegade with a small family of himself and his father. Renegade was constantly dragged along with his father across the country, living in motels and being put into schools for only a few months at a time. It was these years of his life that gave him his cold attitude.

In 2012, Renegade was in another small town with another name he couldn't remember. He was enrolled in the local school, despite his best efforts at begging his father to let him stay home. It was on a particularly cold and rainy afternoon when Renegade was on his way back to the motel that he and his father were staying in. He was alone, hastily half-jogging through the pouring rain, with dim visibility and a poor sense of hearing. He didn't notice the three figures in the alleyway until one of them snatched his upper arm. With a surprised yelp, Renegade fell onto his back, the cold water off the floor seeping into his fur.
"Watch it, jerk," Renegade hissed, pulling himself up. He shot a glare at the three bigger beans, which wasn't exactly threatening coming from a 10-year-old.

"I think you have something that belongs to me," the first bean said, looming over Renegade in the dark alleyway. Everything clicked together in Renegade's mind as soon as the bean's face came into view. These were the boys in Renegade's science class. The ones who were flinging gum at the quiet, nerdy kid at the front of the room. Renegade had stolen one of the boy's phones on his way out of class in order to teach them a lesson. He hadn't anticipated that they'd find him, however.

"I haven't got nothin'," Renegade snarled, mentally mapping out his exits in case there was a fight. "And if I did, you wouldn't be gettin' it back anyway."

"Really, now?" the bigger bean asked, pushing forwards. It occurred to Renegade that he was being backed into a corner - and there was nothing he could do about it. "Come on, we aren't stupid. Give it back."

"I ain't givin' you anything," Renegade said. The bigger bean lunged and, on an instinctual reaction, Renegade pulled a small switchblade from his pouch. He held it up, trying to keep his hand steady. His father had given the knife to him for his birthday, telling him that he should never use it unless he needed to. Of course, Renegade had never actually needed it.

"I suggest you leave now," Renegade said coolly. "You really don't want to make this any worse."

The bigger bean glanced at his friends, nodded, and left. Renegade let out a shaky breath, immediately regretting the decision.
Dad's gonna kill me, he thought to himself as he left the alleyway, picking up the pace a bit. He practically ran the last few meters to the motel. He dumped his schoolbag in the kitchen and made his way to the room he and his dad were sharing. He could hear his father talking to someone, and the TV was playing quietly in the background.

"Uh,huh. Yeah. Yeah, I'll talk to him. Sure. Goodnight, officer," Renegade heard his father say. He peered around the corner, one eyebrow raised.

"Who was that?" Renegade asked. His father whirled his head around. He didn't look happy.

"That, Renegade, was a cop. Something about a kid heading back to a motel. The same kid who just happened to pull a knife on a boy from his class."

Renegade hung his head. "Dad, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. They cornered me, and-"

"I don't wanna hear it," his dad said with a sigh. Renegade nodded, making his way to the living room to dry off his homework.

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The next day, Renegade caught students staring at him as he entered the school grounds.
"Hey, look. It's that switchblade kid," he overheard one bean saying to her friend while he was walking to his class.

Word travels fast, Renegade thought, ignoring the increasing amount of staring that was happening around him. By the end of the week, the entire school knew about the incident with 'the switchblade kid'. By the time he left the town, the nickname was shortened to simply 'switchblade'.

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คгt ;

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All art above drawn by me.

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[wickedbvnes]

Dropping.

[Sporemon]

Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ
Sporemon

Ｎａｍｅ
Terr
I was originally going to find a name that meant 'ash' in some other language, then the name Terr came to me. It's from the movie Fantastic Planet, where Terr is one of the main characters. Though the bean's design has no relation to the character, the name just stuck.

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Male

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ｍｉｓｃｈｉｅｖｏｕｓ- Terr is a bean who especially loves causing mischief to others, thinking it as nothing more than a harmless joke. Sometimes he'll go over the top just for a good laugh, which doesn't end up too well. He enjoys pulling pranks with his friends despite his older brother's consultations.

ｓａｒｃａｓｔｉｃ- It's not uncommon to see Terr muttering sarcastic remarks under his breath. He usually only uses it to mock others, and will rarely do so to sound nice. One of his favorite sayings is, "Why am I not surprised?" He doesn't mean any harm, which isn't the case for most people.

ｌｏｙａｌ- Terr is fiercely loyal to those who share his same beliefs; he'd do anything for them. If the beans he hangs around with are just as sly as he, he'll treat them like a brother. He'll always have his friends' backs, always covering for them if anything goes wrong. Though he hates it, he will always be the one to take the blame and the punishment to ensure that his friends won't have to deal with the trouble. He does it somewhat as an IOU, but doesn't really expect any favor in return.

ｅｌｏｑｕｅｎｔ- Just because Terr can be quite immature, it doesn't mean he's ignorant in what he's saying. In fact, Terr is very intelligent when it comes to words. Although he doesn't always use them in the nicest of ways, his wide range of vocabulary can easily allow him to express exactly what he's thinking. Terr could be described as a sesquipedalian, despite his young age.
ｎａｒｃｉｓｓｉｓｔｉｃ- Terr is self-obsessed in every way. He's confident in both his appearance and opinions. Throughout the day he will make subtle statements about his looks. He'll constantly ruffle the short fur on his head to make it messy because he thinks it makes him look cooler. He isn't ashamed of anything about himself, but sometimes he won't stop rubbing it in to others.

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I gazed up at the thousands of white fireflies gently shine in the alleyway. The cold stone floors suddenly felt harsh again against my raw skin, and wearily I situated myself back into my place. It was almost eerie in the number of months that had gone by without a single soul knowing I was here, as if I were nothing more than a shadow that simply disappears in the dim lighted night. I heard hurried footsteps echo though the alley, and my ear twitched. The wind blew fiercely again, which untidied my matted fur, and I shivered. It shouldn't be that hard to notice me, but to be fair I probably blended in pretty well with my surroundings, unfortunately.

I was longing for company. It felt as it the whole world was against me; the environment, the people, everything. But during this pensive time alone, I realized something; if I was out here in the first place, no one even wanted me to begin with. I only had myself for as long as I could retain my own thoughts. When my eyes and ears opened there was no one there. I have never seen my own mother's face, or even heard her voice. I was alone, my own role model, my own family. My heart heaved with sorrow. I called out to whatever could hear me, but recieved no response. I closed my eyes and attempted to fall back asleep.

Morning awoke me with a strong blow to the back. I jolted awake with a start to find myself buried under a plastic trash bag, thrown from above by a careless person. My eyes narrowed, jealously loathing the privelages of both the people and dragons of the city with a roof over their head and a warm dinner sitting in their bellies. I wriggled out from beneath the black bag, and was about to leave when suddenly a wonderful scent escaped the bag. Who knows what it was, but I tore it open and was slapped in the face with a plethora of different smells. I stuffed my face with food, not caring whether what I was eating was edible or not. After my feast I layed down next to the bag, sighing contently. It wasn't the best meal, but it thankfully did stop the awful sting of hunger in my stomach.
As the day went by, I would occasionally peek my head out from the alley, expecting to meet eyes with a stranger. Instead I was greeted with a kick of dirt and sand in the face, which wasn't a pleasant feel in the least. It burned in my eyes, like acid that ate at my flesh. Blinded, I stumbled into a puddle, and without a second thought shoved my head all around it to rid of the sand. When I was confident my vision would be regained, I squinted. After I was 100% sure I was immaculate, they shot open, and boy, I couldn't believe my eyes.

I saw myself in the water's reflection, for the first time in my life. I wouldn't say that I wasn't surprised by my appearance, but if I looked past the grime, dirt, and dust that caked my body, I could even pass for a handsome bean! A rush of motivation lifted my spirits. "Maybe," I thought, "I actually can make this work!... I can have a home- a family- a place to live!" Every nerve in my body was tingling with excitement.

Stealthily, I crept out of the alley, then darted to any source of water I could find. In the distance, shining as if it were a mirror, was a lake that was as beautifully blue as the sea. The adrenaline in me kicked in, and, heart pounding against my ribs, I shot towards my goal.

When I finally arrived, I was gasping for breath, and I melted into the water. For over a half hour I swam near the edge, and I could feel the muck slowly disperse from my fur. After crawling out and drying myself, I took a deep breath and stood proudly near the water. I felt stronger, both physically and mentally, just at the mere thought of finally having someone to care for me. It fed my hunger for a family enough to go out and seek someone who will. The first day I had made a friend, he turned into my family. It like to remember that day as the most important event that has happened in my life.

When I met him, I wasn't sure what to make of him. There wasn't anything about him that screamed 'danger,' but for some reason I couldn't trust him. He was quiet and reserved, humming softly to himself. When I got a look at him from the dark alley, he looked like just about every other dragon I've seen in the city. But there was something different about him. He noticed me.

With a rustle of his ear, he turned his head, and his eyes met mine. A soft gasp escaped my lips, and I scampered backwards into a pile of garbage. "Hey- hey- hey! Are you okay?" His concerned face came into my view, looking down on my fallen body. "What're you doing here? Are you lost?" He asked so many questions that I didn't really have answers to. "No, I just like to hang around trash cans," I replied with a scowl. I suddenly dropped my gaze, because I quickly realized what a jerk I sounded like. "Great job, Terr. Now you'll never find a home," snapped the voice in the back of my head. A small chuckle came from the bean's mouth, then said, "You're kinda feisty, aren't you? You know, it would be okay for you to stay with my brother and I, if you want to, I mean," he gladly replied.

My heart thudded loudly, so loud he could probably hear it. "Would you really do that? For a dirty street dragon like me?" I asked loudly. He laughed, then said, "'Course! Come on, follow me." My admiration for the dragon shot through the roof. After his consent, I never left his side until we reached his small home. "I promise you, I'll pay you back one day if it's the last thing I do," I secretly promised him. That was the first time someone cared about me, and the first time I cared for a soul.

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Hey there~

Sneaking into Trouble

[northbound]

Username: Asrikath
Name: Nastas
Gender: Male
Personality:
Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective':
Extra 1:
Extra 2: Optional

[frostt.]

Username: FrostDragon636
Name: Nichan
Gender: Male
Personality:
Story/Memory/Background/ 'The world from my perspective':
Extra 1:
Extra 2: Optional

[comatoastie]

-Snow Fall
-Sketches

Name- Caster

Gender- Male

Personality-

Caster is highly intelligent he loves to study, and actually taught himself most of the things he knows. His best subject would have to be math, Caster love how challenging it is and how he must think extremely hard in order to get the question right.

Caster is very scared of other beans, he is extremely scared of other beans his age and prefers to hang around adults.

Although Caster is adorable and smart he is very self Conscious, and prefers his own company or his cricket friend.

Caster loves to watch other beans as well as other creatures and the world around him. He has learnt many things from other creature and is very thankful.

Caster is a perfectionist he makes sure that everything he does is perfect, it lowers his self esteem yet makes him proud at the same time.

The world from his perspective-
Caster believes the world is always changing, as well as the people who occupy it. Everyone changes, some days people can be nice and happy, the next day they can be cruel and sad. Friends come an go, personalities change and awareness spreads. This makes Caster confused, but a good confused, he loves how nothing is the same and everyone changes each day. It may sound weird but he often drifts of to what the meaning of life is by thinking about the ever changing world. But Caster takes life as it comes, overcoming obstacles, solving problems and seeing different places, along with his only friend, the little cricket.

Extra #1• Basic info
Birth Date- June 24th

Star Sign-
Cancer
Cancer is symbolized by the Crab. You're deeply emotional and intuitive, and
your top concern is family. Something of a homebody, you prefer to stay in
rather than go out on the town. You can be moody, drawing into your protective
shell if things get too intense around you.

Companions-
Caster's companion is a small cricket. He doesn't know why but that one cricket always follows him. Caster has no name for the cricket but enjoys his company.

Little bit about Caster-
Caster has always lived on his own, following complete strangers around for guidance. Caster is an orphan and relies on his senses to get around without being harmed. Although it can get lonely, He has gained the ability to work independently for any task given. Caster doesn't rely like the company of beans his age, he prefers to hang around older beans as they talk about the important stuff happening in the world whilst the younger beans talk about nonsense. Caster is very polite and acts more like an adult rather than a young bean.