[.The Bootless Box.]

He's adorable Congrats!!

[oddball.]

what a handsome little fella! cx congrats you guys!

Aloe: Congratulations, sis! I have a nephew now! c:

[wickedbvnes]

Keetamelon is going UFA!

Jinx and I decided it'd be a better to put his adorable little kid- you guessed it- ufa qUq

His name can be changed, and it is preferred that you do because the name is special to me uwu It should either be alice in wonderland or flower themed, following family traditions, but i will accept other names qwq

This competition will be short and relatively easy to complete! It will be a personality and reply-to-roleplay, BUT
there is a catch! It is compulsory that you are active on the fanclub before/on application for this bean. It is also great if you have skype, as we want to keep this family active.


family personalities:

Hatter :
hatter is an extremely kind, yet eccentric bean.
his personality changes every day, depending on the bean he
is with. he tends to be less mature around younger beans,
and more mature around adults. he has a violent
temper if someone so much as insults his daughters, son
or his wife, as they mean the world to him. apart from
that one flaw, he is usually an extremely laid back
bean with a love of practical jokes and laughs.


Aster can come across as cold and a little bit harsh in what she says. She holds her head high above other beans, and considers herself to be better than most. Her choices are calculated to benefit herself and not others.

Aster has a tendency to put herself and her family's needs before others. While she's very egotistical, she adores her husband and children, and would do anything she had to if it meant they'd get the best. She tackles life with a 'myself and family first' attitude.

Aster has a very cool and collected air about her. She manages to maintain her composure even in the most extreme of situations. One of Aster's best values is her level-headedness.
Alongside that, Aster also has a keen sense of intelligence, and picks up things quickly. She has always learned fast.

She's is quick to snap out a response and has a sharp tongue. Often, she keeps her cool, but sometimes she'll say something harsh that puts her in a bad situation. It's in her nature to defend herself and her family immediately, and she rarely thinks about what she says before she says it.

Aster prefers a simplistic style of things. She'd rather under-do something than overdo it, hence her very few accessories she wears. She isn't too fond of busy or loud looks, and keeps things very minimal.


queenie is a cocky, sarcastic,
flirty and not to mention rude bean to
almost everyone. she deliberately gets
on bean's bad sides by making them jealous
or bullying them, although she sometimes
doesnt mean to bully. words just fly out of her
mouth, without her thinking about it.
she gets upset because it feels like she
cant control her words, and that results
in beans not liking her or even wanting
to associate with her. her only friends are
Dave and her family, and she kind of likes
it that way as they know how to deal
with her random, nasty outbursts.

Tazzie:
unknown as of yet

I love coding and effort in character uwu

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ends on the 20th, 2 day extension at most if requested.
pm me or jinx for questions! ;A;

[allinian]

username: BrightHeaven
name: Keeta
personality:
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[solo.]

Possible reserve with the name of Dew Sprout or Keet

[honee bee]

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[wickedbvnes]

either qwq

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[personality;] humble, sweet,
anxious, straight-forward.

keetamelon, or rather known
as keeta, is quite humble in
his own little child ways. he
pretends to always be the
hero and in his mind, when
he reaches the top of the
monkey bars, or slides down
the slide, he always hears
applause in his own head.
although he may be humble
that way, he is humble in
real life aswell. he always
comes quickly when someone
is hurt and reacts often
speedily. he is very humble
overall.

keetamelon is also quite
sweet. he always thinks
of others needs before
his, and often gives flowers
unnecessarily at times.
he's very thoughtful, and
will always ask if you're
okay even when you get the
smallest bruise. he's quite
the sweet guy in general.

although he may be all
those nice, humble things,
he's really actually anxious
all the time. he worries
over every thing he does,
and worries that he'll mess
it up somehow, which causes
him large amounts of stress
and sometimes even anxiety
attacks. he's really a broken-
down worrier at the least.

lastly, he's the type who's
straight-forward and to the
point, he doesn't dillydally, nor
does he find that acceptable
with time. he is quite the
impatient one along with
this trait, and can't stand
people who change subjects
easily.


[roleplay post;] keetamelon stared out the car window, as he looked over at his sister Tazzie sleeping in her car seat, and queenie texting on her ijelly. he smiled at his family, and closed his eyes for a moment, then groaning when he heard queenie start to complain about her ijelly battery. he flickered his eyes open and growled, annoyed at his teenage bothersome sister. she slyly smirked at him, and he rolled his eyes. she always annoyed keetamelon on purpose, and when he talked to her badly, his dad hatter would pounce on his tail. well, not litterally, but mentally. he refrained himself from making a comment, and leaned back into his calmly self. out of the corner of his eye, he could see queenie looking at him dissapointed, and then mouthing out silently,"well played." and she shut her ijelly off. keetamelon tilted his nose into the air, and said in his head,"today is going to be a great day, I know it."

about thirty minutes later, they arrived at the park. aster, keetamelons mom, tilted her nose into the air, and hmped. keetamelon rolled his eyes at his over dramatic mother, and then started giggling uncontrollably. eventually, everyone but his mom started laughing hysterically at asters over dramatic entrance to the park. aster turned red, but she laughed a bit too. they all linked hands in a chain, and Tazzie ran around giggling. keetamelon, not so shortly after Tazzie, started running too. they started climbing the trees and playing hero and the princess. keetamelons parents, that were on a bench discussing things, were into the happy mood too. queenie was furiously texting on her ijelly. keetamelon smiled along with his sister, as they both synchronized in rolling their eyes at their older sister. they hung upside down on trees, they chatted and had a competition on the silliest face they could make.

Before they knew it, the day was coming to an end, and Aster and Hatter called over all their children to go. Keetamelon stomped angrily, and had a fit as well as Tazzie did. Queenie laughed hysterically at their fits, and Aster went to have a talk with her. Hatter, my dad eventually calmed us both down. And he carried us to the car. As I drowsily looked out the window once more, before falling asleep. Keetamelon whispered in his head,


today was an amazing day.

[Muttz]

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[ creative ] [ sweet ] [ friendly ] [ family-orientated ]
[ clever ] [ athletic ]

name;; Fawke Parakeet Hightopp
Often his first name is mispronounced, leading to people saying ''Fawkes'', instead of ''Fawke''. The actual name however, means / refers to a fiery phoenix. It is a variation of ''Falke'', however, I found ''Fawke'' to fit quite better. It is pronounced '' \fa(w)-ke\ '', and it is purely a German name. His middle name is ''Parakeet'', named after a bird with beautiful color accents, and shares similarities within him. While his last name is Hightopp. Given nicknames include ''Ke'', and ''Keet''. Keet is referred to as ''Keet'', by teachers who have trouble pronouncing his name, and he is also refereed to as ''Ke'' by close friends.

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✦ This youngling definitely fizzles with the word ''Creative'', and exceeds within the range of high standards. Despite his age, and lack of knowledge, Fawke is thoroughly artistic with this work. He always has the imaginative ideas that all four years olds tend to have, yet times three. Always tending to please friends, family, and teachers by coming up with the out of the ordinary objects, for example, methods in art include - using construction paper to make 3D images (please note that abnormal four years olds tend to lack that skill to make 3D images with paper. Although some may be capable of that particular skill.) This not only goes along with the artistic factor - yet the factor also intertwines with speech (although it is often discouraged for him to learn new words due to him refusing them, and going to make his own words.)

✦ Fawke definetley caries this trait, whether it's him attempting to help his mother with baking, or Keet trying to help his father with hanging a picture frame, this young boy falls into the category of sweet. It seems as if when you approach this young boy, that he will sputter out the meanest things he could say, like normal children would. But this is very unlikely among Fawke - Infact according to close relatives and friends, they have never heard any mean words come out of his clean mouth (unless he's trying to copy Queenie, but he is often stopped by his parents, relatives, etc. But other then that, Fawke is a young boy and does not know any better whatsoever referring to his language, and to be certain, he has a highly well behaved, ore tented personality that many young children at his age do not have, or will achieve at a higher state of mine or age.

✦ It intertwines sort of with the concept of sweet ; yet it is very far from the same. Being friendly, this little boy's attitude never flies off course - even dealing with people that he does not fancy, or harsh subjects. You'll be surprised to see Fawke - and how much he can be put through without changing even slight emotions whatsoever. You'll never see him shed a ounce of a tear or wear a upside-down grin on his face. Infact, it is documented by most people that they've never seen him frown. Always approaching others and winning their friendships with ease and little to no effort put into his actions. Many question how it is possible for such a young boy, to end up having nearly a whole troop, or army of kids follow him so quickly at such a fast pace. But many don't realize it's this factor that comes into play and mind. Without such a trait, it's nearly impossible to befriend someone with a rude or unwelcoming attitude or appearance. To win everyone's friendship, you must at least do this : give them a reason why they are perfect, smile and have a laugh every once in a while. This definitely works for this young boy, Fawke, and he does it overall of the time without even realizing it. It's almost perhaps as if, it's in his nature.

✦ Ke is a family-boy, and will do anything to please his family in every and possible single way, that is ever in existence. Fawke is absolutely devoted to his family and will stop at nothing to please them at every cost, risk, and scrape it will take him. Spending time with family and seeing their teeth glow like embers as they smile, is priceless in Fawke's opinion. It's always fun to get the family to play outdoor activities such as perhaps, yet not limited to : soccer, bean bag racing, and yet of course, baseball. Indoor favorites always are board games (such as checkers, monopoly, etc), and indoor croquet or throwing the horseshoe. Fawke always has a creative way to keep the family fun moving. Infact, he cannot stand leaving his family's side, ever. Fawke always needs to be huddled up in his father's arms or clinging onto his mother's feet. To him, it's never fun to leave their side. Although, Queenie and Tazzie might find their little brother annoying (as he attempts to enter their rooms and take things he should have) Fawke still lives them.

✦ Being high in standards and excelling them at a very high pace, Fawke tends to trip over the statement of being clever. He seems to know his routes individually and tracking. Due to his young age, and especially in classes, he has a easy time sliding through them with his smarts. Fawke will try his hardest to raise his hand for every question you'd give him, and he gets quite upset if he cannot answer a simple question that he knows accordingly. This often tends to trigger him from being obligated to learn higher stuff. Many people see his smarts as if he needs to get bumped up to another class, however, Fawke's preference lies in the home of his very classroom. He finds the older kids to be intimidating and would likely be quite childish around them, taking in the thought that he enjoys to play and is very athletic. Fawke resides in a day care, as he calls it "school", since he is too young to go to a legit school. (Five years of age is the min. to my knowledge.)

✦ Fawke is just that little kid whom cannot hold still because he needs to stretch every second or jog in place. As mentioned above, Fawke is very energetic, and it is often encouraged by his peers and teachers. At this stage - Fawke seems to be a bit more developed then other beans due to his experience with dealing and handling things. Running and playing games is just one of those factors. It's as if he's devoted himself to sports and all activities that include running. Now we'd have to admit that Fawke is not the best runner - as he may trip over things often due to his age. Surprisingly, he knows how to keep on moving, pick himself up and shake the dust off.

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Fawke's eyes gravitated towards all of the park equipment that appealed very well to him. He applied pressure to his father's hand that he was holding. It was the five of the lovely family, and they all seemed eager to rejoice in the park filled with a decent amount of kids and overloaded with equipment. It had lots of trees that surrounded the ares ; providing a shady area for parents whom wanted to relax on the repainted blue benches. To the left of Fawke, was his older sister Tazzie, holding his hand, whom he kept on looking at to try to irritate her, before embracing her in a big warm hug to prevent her from telling on him for looking at her. It was normal for children to tattle tail on each other - and Fawke has the perfect techniques to make everything better. To the right of Aster, was her lovely daughter Queenie, whom seemed to be throwing irritated, sarcastic comments around. Causing Fawke now and then, to point at her, and try to copy her rude remarks. Do to his young age of 4, he could only take a few words from Queenie and as he said them, he clapped, not knowing what they meant. Aster peered over at the children, to try to break the chain of Queenie and Fawke communicating.

After about a good ten minutes of walking, the kids had set loose to play at the park. Tazzie dashed towards the monkey-bars, while Fawke and Queenie followed. Queenie did not seem as interested as her younger siblings were, as in terms of the park, which did not concern anyone, anyhow. Fawke and Tazzie had the ultimate race to pounce on top of the sturdy ledge that led directly to the monkey-bars. Of course, Tazzie being more developed with running on two feet, had collapsed safely onto the platform, while Fawke struggled to bring his back legs up the mulch filled platform. The four year old's hands trembled as he tried his absolute hardest to jump onto the platform, and follow his older sister, whom was now placing her hands on the monkey-bars and interacting with the other children on the platform.

Jealously flew into the young bean's head as he charged, waddling not steady two skinny legs. ''Mo! Da!'' he said softly, looking for Aster and Hatter. (Unable to say mother, or ''mom'', Fawke refers to his mother, Aster as ''Mo'', and his father (Hatter) as ''Da'' (Dad).) However the little bean ended up colliding paths with a blue bean, that he has seen before perhaps, but has never approached. He seemed to be a blind fella, about the age of Fawke, a child of the Balestorms. ''You fin Da?'', the little mischievous bean said pointing at Tempest, nearly demanding him. Tempest pushed his glasses back, so they evenly aliened with his face. ''Excuse me?'', the young bean responded kindly as he held his blue teddy bear close to his face. ''Mo? .. You fin mo?'' Fawke said once again nearly pouting, clinging onto the 8-9 year old.

Queenie watching from a distance, stumbled into the conversation. Her feet padded on the floor like lightning, causing mulch to splatter all over the place as she came to a complete stop. Chuckling to herself, she flicked out her tongue, studying the 8-9 year old. ''Who are you?'' she demanded, running her hand through her hair tufts that lay loosely onto her head. The sudden voice chime of Queenie's provoked the attention of Tazzie, whom quickly dashed over, waving her hands in the air bragging about how she completed the monkey-bars. Queenie puffed at Tempest, as the young bean responded with a unpleasant look on his face, ''I'm Tempest .. Tempest Balestorm.'' the blue fluff ball said joyfully as he tugged on the necklace that wrapped around Queenie's neck. Jerking back, the young teen had opened her mouth as if to make a smart remark, letting her words slip, she yelled ''I'm surprised you were able to touch me necklace ; taking in the concept that you are blind as a bat.'' the teen said, batting her tail on the floor furiously.

Fawke''s eyes widened as he hissed out, ''I tell Mo!''. Fawke's heart raced, as he spotted mother and father out in the distance. In the back of him, he surprisingly saw his older sister, Tazzie, following him closely behind. Finally for one time in his life, the little bean had proved he could run faster then his older sister, despite his younger age. The pulse of his heart beating faster and faster with every minute taken to get over to his parents. Fawke's ears flapping rapidly in the air, as his front arms acted almost as wings. As the little boy glided towards his parents, whom were sitting on the bench, talking to other parents. Quickly, Fawke bolted into action, yet again of course, with Tazzie following behind. The little bean was out of breath, and tried his best to talk over it, causing a ripple effect. Tazzie, was also panting from running from one side of the entire park, to the other. Quickly, they both jolted into their parent's arms, as Fawke spluttered out un-evenly a quick ''Quwne call child blin. But it be okay .. He hav gwasess to se with!'' the little bean said encouraging and discouraging Aster and Hatter at the same time.

Utterly confused by Fawke's lack of being able to preform decent, understandable speech, Aster decided that she's take a final over look on the situation. The beautiful light green bean, wearing a flower crown, asked politely as she nuzzled the child , ''Where is Queenie?''. It seemed as if almost that she had the supreme ability to charm a room containing a full house of people. Fawke's hand trembled, as the young bean made contact with the older bean, much fuller of life. With a blank expression on his face, Fawke giggled clapping his hands, as if he saw something amusing around the park. Which, indeed he did. He lifted up a finger, allowing his hand to tremble in the air, before he wrapped his hands around his mother's shoulders, and laying his head yet firmly on the bean. It was not long before Hatter was trailing behind the Aster and Fawke, holding Tazzie in his hands. Before long, Queenie was approached by her lovely mother, Aster whom looked at Queenie, tapping her shoulder and saying in a light, toned and defined voice, ''What is going on?''.

She could spot a young kid that she had not seen before, but looked pretty neat in her mind. Queenie's eyes had met her mother's eyes. There was no escaping it - or perhaps in better words, ''this problem''. Queenie had seemed very confident with all of her actions, to play it off cool once more, she ran her hand down her hair and shifted, so that her ''drink me'' necklace all did the same. Tempest looked at the green bean, being ''tattle-telling'', a abnormal child's nature, he quickly implied, gulping and looking at the older beans. ''She uhh .. She uuhhhhhh...'' unsure of what to say, a strip of a tear came rushing down his eye, as he did not seem 'okay' with what the older bean had called him. This caused Fawke, to un-hook from his mother's arms and pounce down to the one whom felt weak.. ''It okay. It okay.'' the baby said, as he hugged the older boy's arm, burying his face is his soft coat. Hatter had looked down at Aster, putting a hand on her shoulder. ''Where are you parents little boy?''.

The rushing thought of feelings hit Tempest like a bullet, and he quickly replied ''My daddy took me to the park. He's on that bench. Reading a book.'' Hatter had looked over at the young man, with a strong build, placed firmly on a bench, reading a book. He was tall, but lacked muscle, however, his ideal looks replaced those substances. It seemed as if he had finished the book, and clasped the pages together as he snarled, seeing these unfamiliar people hanging by his son. His name is Leviathan, however he is refereed to Tempest as ''Daddy.''

''Daddy!'' Tempest squeaked as he galloped over to his father, pointing at the Hightopp family. There the tall blue bean stood, from a distance - you could already tell that he had to be perhaps and almost six feet tall. Infact, Leviathan could fall for a basketball player. The tall man scooped up Tempest, putting him in his broad pouch as he roared, ''What is going on?''. From the distance, Aster looked up at the bean approaching, not intimidated by his size and snarled,shouting back at him, ''That's what i'm trying to figure out!'' Leviathan got closer, hoovering around the area as if he was a hawk. Slight mist of flames was partly visible as they trailed along while he walked. As it was normal for young children to do, Fawke immediately pointed at the torn bean. ''Da! Mo! He mad?'' Fawke asked curiously as he tugged on his father's shirt. Leviathan sneered, jerking back, holding Tempest close. ''I'd like to hear a clear explanation. I'm waiting'' the rude bean added.

Queenie looked at the 8-9 year old. She did not mean to verbally hurt his feelings - it seemed as if it just popped out, accidentally. It was actually clearly in her nature to sputter out words like this without coming to her senses. Just about when the angry Leviathan was about to leave, she shouted firmly and crystal clear, ''Sir!''. Leviathan looked back at the teen, positive she had nothing to do with it. Gulping, Queenie was looking into the eyes of a tall man that had 6 piercings, and was triple as rude as she was. She could spot the young bean in the scary man's pouch twinkle. ''I-I can explain everything - I know how to make it better.'' She stated, a little bit shaky with her words.

Queenie had everyone - staring at her dead dot in the center. Feeling awful, she added ''I called your son blind, a-and I shouldn't have. I'm so sorry, and I did not know he is currently developing something that may effect his vision in the future.'', Queenie held out a hand, with shaking. And just about when the ''scary'' man was going to smack her. The nice man came out to shake her hand and responded with a ''Apology Accepted''. From there on, Queenie realized that the scary man was actually nice, and this nice man was Leviathan. All along, she felt reassurance, that she had never felt before. Already Queenie could tell a great friendship was staring to form.

From that day on, the two families have bonded well and take their children frequently to the park together. Eversince, there has been no major conflicts between them.

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credits! - scourge, for the coding
- clker.com for owl vector
- Click below to see the art!

by Caela - - Chasing Dreams

A simple photo done by the lovely Caela of Fawke chasing a deep, rich, parakeet.

by Fail in Love - Song of the flowers

Fawke making flower crowns with his mother ;v; <33

I appreciate your time and dedication to read my form!
Thank you, and good luck to all the contestants and judges as-well!

[CamoZeGoat]

username: camoandsheo (Camo is trying for her <3)
name: Dinah (the name of Alice's cat from Alice in wonderland)
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