[.Eclipse.]

Note; I know, I didn't go over the top in fancy-ness of the form. I wanted it to be easy to read for you ;w; So I'm sorry if its too bland for your taste.Again, I wanted it to be easy for you. It's also not too long. I hate text blocks as well, so I tried a new thing- sections. I will take good care of this bean, even if more form isn't the longest or prettiest. I have a very short attention span, so writing isn't really my thing but this is the first time I ever mad a fully 95% or more completed long-ish form for any adopt, so I'm pretty proud. Good luck if you're a competitor just checking up on the competition. I'm sure your form is great :3

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Username; Eclipse<3

Name; Anders, Referred to as Prince

Gender;Male





click. By me :3.
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Personality traits
"I'm different. I go to my own beat,my own pace- You with me?"

✖Laid Back ✖Social ✖Flirt ✖Bi-polar ✖Radical Opinions ✖Hipster-Like ✖Sense of humor

In-Depth analysis
Mirror, Mirror

❝When I look in the mirror, I see a Prince. A spoiled wealthy well behaved man. I see a guy that can relax yet have fun- A guy who can make his lady feel like a princess -Wink-. I see a man who stands by his opinions and there pretty darn amazing..heh not to mention sometimes a little argumentative due to a horrid disease called bi-polar. The guy I see in the mirror- he really hates it. It makes it hard for him to be his natural social self. But he makes it through the days. He is brave,caring and overall amazing and may seem a little self centered sometimes...hehe. But this guy is him self and that makes him so great.❞

Quirks
That's odd

▹ Hates the feeling of rubbing cotton balls between his fingers. Cotton fibers make him go nuts. Nothing is more comforting to him than having his paws in his pouch.
▹Can't eat fresh apples or pears. The gritty texture when chewing just makes his skin crawl. Mashed or juice is way more acceptable.
▹Uses women's products for everything (shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, soap, face wash). He is not even sure why..just happens. I think it may be the smell is just more attractive to him.
▹Can never eat food touching each other or are mixed together. Like, if the peas are with the corn, he has to separate the corn niblets from the peas before I can eat them.He doesn't like having to taste 2 or 3 different things in my mouth. It's disgusting. Imagine me at a buffet! He has to put space in between the pasta and celery and all the other stuff he gets! It's a nightmare!

Like & Dislikes
Yuck & Yum

Likes
▹ His crown
▹ Sleeping
▹ Socializing
▹ Chocolate
▹ Confidence
▹ The dark
▹ Full moons
▹ Loyal
▹ Mainstream things

Dislikes
▹ His Bi-polar
▹ Anger
▹ Judgemental Beans
▹ Bright Colors
▹ Large Crowds
▹ Very light places
▹ Rebels
▹ Stereotypes

Items
What's a king without his Crown

Crown (To learn how he got it, click the drawing above ouo)
It is his main item. It is made of a gold material that gives off a shine.It is lined with bright blue jewels to match his eyes. A plush-like blue sits inside the crown for a soft fit to the head. He has a certain attachment to this item because it holds many childhood memories. He had it through the thin and thick, and it basically like his security blanket and he need it.

"Belt Buckle" Bracelet-
This is not as sentimental as his crown. Its a bright blue with gold tinges. He picked it up in a little corner store. He just though it was nifty that it matched his crown, but it fits nicely with his daily wear.
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Interview;
Q; What's your sexuality?
A; Straight, ladies -wink-
Q; Job?
A; I volunteer at at pound.
Q; What's your favorite activity?
A; I like to read, honestly.
Q; What's your favorite Food?
A; Chocolate. Yum.
Q; What's your whole name?
A; Anders Robbin Marshall
Q; What is your greatest fear?
A; I hate mouse-like creatures.
Q; Describe yourself in one word.
A; One word? That's impossible.
Q; What are your best qualities?
A; Part of my Personality. All of my looks c;

Looks and physical stuff
Head to Claws
▹ His fur is long and silk-like. It ranges from a dark chocolate brown to a nice light tan color. His fur is easily tangled so his brush is key to him being able to sit up straight without pulling a knot. His tail is very long a beautiful. His most beloved marking is his little "freckle" spot near his jaw, he calls it his "beauty mark".
▹ His voice is quite flat and monotone. It's always in a little bit more serious tone. Sometimes, when entertained or telling a joke, it will change and there will be some emotion behind his normally flat voice. His voice usually makes others laugh. His signature color when he speaks is This. Color code 804000.
▹ Being the young adult his is, he is a little heavy for his age. He is a little bit bigger than cow and it often causes him to be teased by others. He feels like a fat old slob, and its not healthy for his self-esteem at all. In the future he hopes that he will drop the pounds and have the perfect body- abs and all B3

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Name: Mandela
Gender: Male

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Possible reserve with the idea of a German boxer

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[Torquoise.]

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Before I begin...
I would just like to say, best of luck to everyone! I know i'll have some good competition, all of your forms are amazing! I hope whoever wins him will take good care of him, and whoever that user is, can have my art if they would like ^u^ happy judging, cry! and again, good luck! c:

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username // Torquoise
Hello, my name is Torquoise., but you may call me tortoise
^//v//^ either is fine. I have tried for many beans, and,
most recently have won my baby boy Tobi. when i saw
this boy, i had a connection right away. He reminds
me of my precious german shepherd, tom, who
sadly passed away a few years ago <3 You
did an amazing job designing this bean, and
I hope you enjoy my form!

name // Thomas Cassius Blake
This JBD’s name is simply Cassius. His full name is
Thomas Cassius Blake, (Thomas coming from the name of my GSD, Tom)
but he won’t respond to anything but Cassius. Why? I have no idea.
maybe you should read on.. huehuehue

gender // Male ♂
this bean will definitely be a boy if I win him.
I cannot see him any other way ;u;

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I open my eyes to chaos.
Wait, no. First let me introduce myself. My name is Cassius.
Just Cassius.
I had been having a great day. I was small, maybe five or six. It’s all just a hazy,
bittersweet memory now. Good days don’t exist anymore.
My little brother, Chuck, had played with me in the white, fluffy stuff that falls from
the sky, that I now interpret as snow, all day. Mother had caught us a big deer for supper,
and we stuffed ourselves with the warm meat. As she put us to sleep, Chuck slumped
over me, I fell into a deep slumber. I felt warm, fuzzy.. loved. Emotions I haven’t
felt in years.
All I remember is waking up to slashing claws, growls, and a shrill, ear-splitting scream.
I hoist myself up into a sitting position just in time to see Mother on the ground, a pool
of blood surrounding her. She says something I can’t decipher. I listen harder. “RUN!”
“i love you, don’t forget that. You have to run, run as fast as you can, and protect chuck, okay?”
“i love you” her voice cracks. She looks like she is in pain
And then she was gone.
I grip chuck in my jaws and bolt for the cave entrance. Something lunges at me. I can’t see.
I’m confused, small, helpless. My eyes are filling with tears. My ears are ringing...

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Personality // Cassius is a very complex bean. His personality will be difficult to explain. Lets just start off with the main points of Cassius. He used to be familiar with love and warmth, but now all of his emotions are thrown away into his past, hidden from everyone else. Cassius can be cruel. Heartless, even. He constantly feels the heavy guilt of his history. Hides it with bitterness. Despite all of this, he has a sweet side, buried somewhere deep inside of him.
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Cassius. He is known to dwell in the past . It is the deep burden he carries that makes him so sorrowful. He is strong, both mentally and physically, and has impenetrable barriers that surround his feelings. Cassius is not the sociable type, as he prefers to be alone. He often tries to lighten up, but the past just keeps weighing him down. Although no other bean he meets may think this is accurate, Cassius can be a selfless, kind character. He has a huge soft spot for children, and will act nurturing towards a young animal of any species. He tries to put on a tough act in front of everyone else, but inside he really does have a good heart; a heart made of gold.

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-Likes-
✔Birds
✔Children
✔being in charge
✔learning
✔being alone
✔night time
✔Fall
✔Chilly weather
✔sleeping
✔rain
✔heights
✔small fires
✔Running
✔Freedom

-Dislikes-
✘Indoors
✘Mornings
✘Being confined
✘Crowds
✘Being In one spot for too long
✘Company
✘Getting wet
✘loud noises
✘Shadows
✘Being Ignored
✘Bears
✘public speaking
✘speaking in general
✘bright colors

Dream: //I stare up into the beautiful night sky as I lay in the grass, relaxed. The birds are flying above me, forming a V. Suddenly I remember. I remember all the things that keep me trapped, trapped in my old life. Unable to move, the long shadows move towards me at a rapid pace. I can't escape. I can't escape. I start to run, faster than the darkness trying to engulf me. Confidence surges into my bones, and I leap into the air, spreading my new found wings. Black, sleek, feathery wings. Joining the birds, I can escape the past. I can be free. I can finally be- and then I wake up

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It's been years since mom's death. Now me and chuck live and survive together. We hold eachother up.
"it's gettin' late, we better get going" i say.
suddenly i see a flash of brown and rippling fur beside me as chuck bolts past me. "i'll race ya!" he challenges me over his shoulder. But I am already catching up to him. He's pretty small. "oh really" I reply. I pounce, and we grapple with eachother, tugging on ears and playfully nipping. Soon enough i have Chuck pinned. "No fair!" he complains. I chuckle. But Chuck is now squirming out from beneath me, launching himself on top of me "hey!" I protest. "Ha!" he shouts triumphantly.
breathing heavily, we walk towards camp together. The way it's supposed to be...
When we get home, we are already exhausted from another day of working. sort of.
chuck is slumped over me, and I don't bother shoving him off because I like it. It brings back memories of being curled up with mother.
I'm woken from my thoughts when Chuck asks me, "What was mom like, Tommy?" I don't want to answer, but I do anyways. "She was kind and selfless. She fought off the things that were attacking us to save us."
a long silence.
"What attacked us?"
"I don't know, Chucky, I really don't know"
another long silence
I soon realize that he has fallen asleep. Laughing to myself a little, I rest my head on the soft dirt and let my breaths match his. I can feel my eyes drooping, and allow one last thought before I drift off.
I won't let anything happen to Chuck

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strengths & weaknesses // Here are just some of
Cassius' strengths and weaknesses.

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✖ Strong
✖ Quick learner
✖ Intelligent
✖ Not too trusting, wary
✖ Brave
✖ Determined
✖ Creative
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✖ Can be a coward
✖ Rebellious
✖ Often rude and sarcastic
✖ Defensive
✖ Hot temper
✖ Competitive
✖ Zones out and daydreams alot

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Interview with Cass // Cassius'll answer some questions c:

Hello Cassius. What's your favorite food?
"Hey. My favorite food..? Don't really have one, but I guess it would be
something sweet. Like macaroons.

Tell me about some of your hobbies?
"Well, I enjoy jogging, Sports, and sometimes I like writing."

What's your favorite animal?
"Birds. I just admire how free they are."

Interesting. So, what song do you like?
"I like a lot of music, but if I had to pick, it would probably be this song

Now, what's your biggest regret in life?
"That's none of your business!" he snaps

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I wake up, stretching. Ready for a new day. When I open my eyes, Chuck is not sprawled beside me, like he usually is. Frantic, I scramble to my feet and peer around for him. This can't be happening I say to myself. I dash out of camp and into the forest, calling for Chuck.
When I feel absolutely hopeless, I hear a squeak and a rustle of feathers. My head snaps to the side as Chuck bounds out of the bushes, racing after a bird that is far out of his reach.
I tackle him to the ground, embracing him tightly. "What's wrong you?" I demand, but i'm too relieved to be angry.

We walk home as he explains his tragic story of the bird "just waiting to be chased" I sigh. That's Chuck for 'ya. Suddenly I hear loud noises coming from the direction of our home. "D'ya hear that?" Chuck asks. I'm already dashing towards the noises.
When I see what is causing the noise, I freeze.
A bear.
All the memories come crashing over me so strongly I almost pass out. The bears. They attacked us that night. I can't move. I am frozen in place. Chuck seems confused. He gently tugs me, saying "C'mon, let's get it out of our place!" I am supposed to do something. But I can't. It all happens so fast. Chuck bounds into the bear, barely causing any damage. The bear turns and slams it's huge paw right into him, which sends him flying, limp. He is unconscious. A sudden surge of protectiveness washes me towards the evil thing, and before i know it, I can see blood pooling around it. I don't know what i did, but I couldn't care less. Chuck is dead. I stand over him, Wailing and sobbing into his now-cold flank. What have I done?
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[Scratchpadd]

Nix

She also doesn't mind going by "Nicky".

Female ♀

Most people seem to assume
she is male, partially due to the German
Shepard like appearance.

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Likes

○ Pie
○Anything with a flakey crust
○Sci-Fi
○JUSTICE
○Shouting things such as OBJECTION!!
○Pointing her claws
○Seeing the looks on peoples faces
during trials
○Coffee
○Rainy Days
○The Piano
○PUNS
/THEY'RE SO PUNNY TO HER/

Personality


▬Easy going And Honest
After being around so many
hyper active people,
she's learned to take
the flow of things with a
good nature.
Around her friends she's
known for her slight childness
and being rather relaxed.
▬ Snide
Only a weeeee bit.
She manages to keep the snide comments to herself.
Mostly.
▬Obdurate
Even after losing a case,bet or argument,
don't expect her to drop the topic.
She will go and do 'secret' research
(which just about everyone knows about)
and go at it again.
And again.
And again.
▬Creative
She can bring a murderer to the light
with a paper labeling a grocery list.
There is this magical thing called
the Six degrees of Seperation
▬Persistent
She is completely dedicated to friends and
clients.
Even if it means putting herself on the
line, expect her to do that.
This occasionally blind loyalty
can cloud her judgement sometimes
▬Passive-Aggressive
Again, she will benevolently beat
and badger you
until she has what she needs.
▬Sarcastic/sassy
She has a sharp tounge that she keeps to herself.
Said 'other side' is rather, cynical.
And tends to show up at really bad times.
▬Hardy
Not mentally, but physically.
The courtroom can become violent at times.
You can hardly tell she's been hit by flying pots
of boiling coffee!

Job

"Oh!"
"Eh?"
"Sorry, I thought you were a German Shepard for a
second.I assume your like, a police or detective?"
"No."
"Then what are you?"
"A lawyer.Specifically yours"
"Wait! Your the defense attorney?!"
"Yup!"
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•Over the years, absolute persistence from all sides
telling her to join the police force due to her looks
has driven her to the point of needing to the
exact opposite.
•Always wanting the be a deliverer of justice,
she definitely wanted to be one. Of course,
the irritation of constant jabs at her
appearance as lead her to
look for another alternative.
•So she went to law school.
•Now a defense attorney, working for the "Murray and
Grosberg firm." She has picked up quite
the reputation for being a persistent attorney.
•She will take cases regardless of the weirdness, or if
others refused taking up such a lost cause.
•She won't take any guilty people though!

Dislikes

○ Prosecutors, well most.They irritate her.
○Magic, it's silly
○Injustice
○Falsity
○Calling her dog like.
○Cows.They are terrifying.

Items

La cucaracha!
Lol, no.
Nix merely wears an attorney's
badge pinned to the Lapel of her
vest.

more art!

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So here I am.
Sitting in a cafe with a serious need for caffeine.
As I waited for the barista to pour me some wonderful coffee,
the bell indicating the door opened chimed happily.
The seat next to me squeaked as the leather was moved slightly by a body.
Said body belonging to a little someone name Sora.
"Hey Nick!" The voice belonging to said entity sounded quite...happy.
But then again. Sora's always been a morning lark.
I replied with a friendly, caffeine deprived hello.
"Hey, I have a question"
Hmmm?
"Shoot away Sora"
"Why are you,like you?"
"Well...."
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The people around me.... Why must they belittle him?
And why did I help?
I leaned over, closely examining the now forming
bruise peeking between his dark fur.
The Doberman like bean sniffled.
"Why...why were they picking on you?"
He sniffled "They were calling me a mutt...
Do I really look like a dog?!"
He cried.
Sigh....
Looking like a dog, boy how I know that feeling.
"Yes...But who wouldn't?They are just jealous
of how awesome your coat is!"
He looked at me.
He probably was maybe a year younger or older.
His eyes were shining
"Really?"
I nod"Yup!"
He then looked confused
"Are you a police bean..?"
Oh...that comment.
"No.I have no interest"
He looked down "oh...What about a lawyer!
Your really good at talking!"
Wow. I've only known him for thirty minutes
and already he is giving me good life choices.
"Maybe"I ruffled his head fluff.
"...Do you want some coffee chocolate?"
"Thanks!"

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The Basics

Name ;; His name is Bo. I chose it for its simplicity, and the fact that I believe it suits this bean perfectly.
Gender ;; He seems too masculine to be anything but a male.
Age ;; He just recently turned 22.
Birthday ;; His birthday is January 8, 1992.
Orientation ;; Bo is pansexual. He loves and accepts everyone, regardless of gender or sexuality.
Religion ;; Bo has been an Agnostic since he was teenager.
Text color;; Bo speaks in this color.

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Under The Skin

Personality ;;

Casual | Laid-back | Free-willed | Calm | Accepting | Open-minded | Loving | Understanding | Forgiving | Positive | Happy | Curious | Thoughtful | Quiet | Mysterious | Humble

Bo is a bean that follows his heart. If he wants to do something, he'll do it. Nothing holds him back from his goals or dreams. He's a free spirit and never stays in one place for very long. His burning curiosity sends him up and out to explore the world. Bo never has a plan or a set destination. He just... goes. Travelling is his passion. That's why some say Bo will never settle down. That his curious flame will never be doused, that his free spirit will never be chained down. Bo goes where he wants to go, and lives in the moment. He has never really sought out the company of friends and prefers to travel alone. Bo doesn't say much, he's the relaxed and calm type, which is why his actions speak much louder then his words. Most can tell what he's thinking by his movements and facial expressions. He's brutally honest, which can be a bad thing, but he's smart enough to know when to keep certain things to himself. His words are mostly turned inward, but if he has something to say, he'll say it. Bo's open, and open minded and treats everyone the same no matter what. Bo also has a deep love for nature. He's extremely kind to all the animals of Mother Nature and will risk life and limb for a creature in danger. Sometimes he catches other males snickering at him as he carries a spider outside, or helps a turtle across the road. Bo pays no mind to them though. He knows what he's doing is right and that what others think of him means nothing. All in all, Bo is a traveling bean with a wandering soul; someone who understands more than he lets on, and is quite frankly, a bean who perfers simplicity, solitude, and peace.
Quirks ;; • Bo will not drink anything that isn't water. Life on the road has taught him that water is the only thing that really quenches thirst and replenishes the body.
• Bo taps his claws a lot. Tap, tap, tap. He loves music and always has a song or beat he's thinking up, in his head.
• Bo is like a 60 year old in that he doesn't understand technology. He was raised without cellphones or tv, and it all just boggles his mind. He avoids the Internet and iPhones for that very reason.
Accessories ;; Bo wears only a worn, floppy, teal hat. He also carries around his fathers nicked acoustic guitar on his back. All his accessories have been with him for quite some years but he refuses to replace or restore any of his possessions!
In His Pouch ;; Inside his pouch are a few picks(to play his guitar), a small worn leather journal(to write songs and chords), a mechanical pencil(so he doesn't get stabbed by the lead of a regular pencil), a map(so he knows exactly where he ends up on his wandering travels), a few bills and change(you try to convince him to get a wallet), his toothbrush(this one is an exception to the refusal to replace possessions), and a bottle of water for the road.

Dislikes ;;
Nothing.
Bo doesn't
enjoy wasting
time
focusing on
things he
doesn't
like...

Likes ;;
Travelling
Nature
Music
Water
Playing guitar
His acoustic guitar
Heat
Sunny days
Singing
Being outside
Swimming
The whole world
Being alone
Animals

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Inside His Head

Family ;; Father - Gus
Mother - Susanna

History ;;
Bo grew up in a jam that loved music. In his jam, every young bean is introduced to dozens of different instruments. Once they find one they connect with, they are instructed by an adult bean that plays the same instrument. A tradition in his jam was to have a musical session around a fire once a week before bed. Every bean is included; even babies join along either singing, clapping their hands, or stomping their feet.
Bo knew from the very start that the acoustic guitar was for him. As soon as he seen it, he picked the huge thing up and he felt absolutely complete. His father also played the acoustic, and he taught Bo everything he knew. Bo looked up to his father as a young bean. He always wanted to be just like him. Now, every time Bo plays, he thinks of his old man.
When Bo was 17, his father passed away peacefully in his sleep. Bo remembers that day clear as rain. As expected, his life changed forever. After the funeral, Bo threw his fathers old acoustic on his back, kissed his mother good-bye, and left. Since that day he's been here, there, everywhere. He travels around the world, no set destination. He simply goes where he wants, never without his fathers guitar. He plays along the way, strums and hums a tune, looking up at the sky with a small smile on his face.

Favorites ;;

Color - I don't have a favorite color at all actually. I love every color. If you really want an answer though, I'd say rainbow.
Food - I really love mashed potatos with melted butter... *drool* Too bad I can't eat any of that on the road.
Drink - Water, of course. I won't drink anything else.
Animal - I love every single creature on this Earth equally.
Sport - Does swimming count as a sport?
Season - Fall is the best season to travel in, though I do love the heat of summer.

Oh, are we done? Great, I've gotta hit the road. See ya later. Oh, also, you've got a little stain on your shirt. Just sayin'.


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Summary

To put it all together, Bo is a bean who was raised in a musical jam where he learned to play the acoustic from his father. His father died when he was 17. Bo took his fathers guitar and left his mom, and his jam, to travel. He is now 22, has made a lot of progress in self-discovery, and has no plans to settle down anywhere. He does have a home, but think of it as more of a quarantine tank for a sick fish; just a place he uses when he needs a break from travelling. He keeps in touch with his mother but hasn't visited her or his jam since he left. He wears a teal hat and carries his dads acoustic on his back. Bo is a free-spirited, curious, thoughtful bean who is always moving, always going somewhere, and always seeing new places and things.


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Art

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