[epimetheus]

Username: g-dragon
Name: Magnus (might change idk)
Gender: Male
Personality:
Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective':
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[kittywolfwarrior]

Username:
Kittywolfwarrior

Name:
Kiki

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective':
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[avaloafe]

Username: Merk
Name: Shamus
Gender: Male
Personality:
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Hello! Welcome to my form! Enjoy yourself!
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His name is Dillen. He likes to be called D.D. for short.
He was old enough to talk when he got his name. D.D.
wasn't named until he knew his personality.

I can not see him anything else. He is going to be male.
I love male beans. They are too. handsome <3
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{D.D. is a very quiet bean. He barley makes any noise and rarely talks. You still always can tell what he is trying to tell you. He uses multiple signals to show you what he wants to say. D.D. never really learned how to talk either. He mostly doesn't pay attention to detail. He always get distracted from anything. Try an take all his toys away, he still won't be bored.
D.D. is somewhat a trouble-some bean. He causes trouble all around him. Even though he tries his best not to mess up, he somehow always does. When ever he causes trouble he mostly means it to happen. He doesn't really do things that will get him in big trouble, but mild trouble.

He is a caring bean. He doesn't have any friends or crushes but he does care about others. He is helpful and charming, and of course, quite handsome. he likes animals and humans and space. His most favorite thing is the night. He thinks that planets are taking over space and wants to get rid of them all except Earth. Earth is the only planet we need, I guess..
Overall, D.D. is very over himself. He is caring most of the time but he can sometimes be anything but. He can be sassy and rude and sometimes just plain mean. But somehow, he never mean to be mean. He loves being nice and friendly. We all want to give him a chance to explain his behavior. Here was his answer:}
"I get mood change."
{He must change moods randomly as his life goes on. D.D. has had many medications when he was very young because of these mood changes. He doesn't care for meds that much. He never liked them. Were they supposed to taste good? He really never knew what they were supposed to taste like. It is one experiment that will never be solved.}

Personality in a nutshell:
Charming
Sometimes Grumpy
Curious
Brave
Explorer

Likes:
The forest
Music
Summer
Quiet
Rainbows
Bugs
Warmth

Dislikes:
Snow
Winter
Cold
Snakes
Dead things
Violence
Loudness

{D.D. has written down what he wants to say for this section. The spelling and writing isn't really good but I edited it so it is readable. Enjoy. c:}

"My perspective of the world? I love the world! It is great! It has many great features and sciences! Even though I like a lot of things in the world, I DO NOT like everything in it. For one, others. I do not like everyone in the world. Some are annoying, rude, quiet, and many more. Now, I do not have any friends but I do know that others are not very nice. Some spread rumors about me. About that I am just like this so called, "Fluttershy from My Little Pony". It doesn't make any sense to me. Yes, I try to make friends but they go away from me? Was it something I did? Did I do something wrong? I have no idea. All I know is that they don't like me or something like that. Is it a problem I don't talk?
I am getting of track here, sorry. Anyway, another thing is the weather. Sometimes it's raining, sometimes it's sunny, sometimes there is too much snow! I don't really care for weather or what it looks and feels like but it changes too much for me. One day it is cold, the next day it is colder, then the next day it is super hot outside! It is just too much! (For me of course.) Well, minor complaint. But it is still very annoying.
That is really what I do not like about the world, let me tell you what I do!
First of all, I really like the grass and water. It is peaceful when it waves in the wind. I also really like the forests. I like to explore them, see what I can find. I find lots of things like bugs and plants and such. It is beautiful when it is sunny. Although I don't like Winter as much, it is very pretty when the snow is on the trees. The ocean taste I always though tasted awesome to me. I never knew why. Most others think it is awful and they might throw up. I love the salty taste! Just like I love salt!I am getting off track aren't I? Sorry! Anyway,
Overall, the world is a great place to live! If you are reading this and do not live on Earth, come and visit! It is a great place!"
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{D.D. has many things in his pouch. Important things too him
that he never wants to take out of his pouch. He
wants the world to know that he is not just some freak
that doesn't talk! He wants to showthat he is special!
Here the the things in his pouch:}

{Magnifying Glass:
He keeps this in his pouch because he likes to look
at things that are in the forests. Bugs, new kinds
of plants, trees, and sometimes,rocks. He also
really enjoys seeing himself in it. It's just super
funny to him.}

{Star Shaped Rock:
Dillen keeps a luck Star Shaped Rock with him
because he thinks it keeps him safe. He found
it once when he was little just starting to
explore the forest. He picked it up and fell in
love with it. He keeps it in his pouch, and
when ever he feels frightened, he holds it
tight and won't let go until he is not
frightened anymore.}

{Reading Glasses:
Dillen enjoys to read. He thinks you can't
read without reading glasses! Dillen is partly
far sighted, so he needs them at times. It
somehow depends on the weather if he is
far sighted or not. Or maybe he thinks they
look silly on him.}
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"Boom boom POW!"

"I am in a box. Problem?"

{Whoa! This actually turned out really well!}

"I found a new friend! <3"

{Double bean Ying Yang simble! Mind... Blown...}

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Credits:
Formatting: Me
All Art: Me
Title Font: From 1001fonts.com
Total Art Count: 10
Art Goal: 10
Fabulous Bean: You <3
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{I hope you enjoyed my form Peace&Colby! (Also, I hope you liked the avatar I made you!) Thank you for making this fabulous bean for everyone. I wish you luck on judging!}

[Bottle]

Username

Bottle

Name

Spades

Gender

Male

Personality:

When one would ask what kind of bean he was, others would only reply that he wasn't very well known for being energetic. Spades was one who liked his solitude, withdrawn, one might say from the rest of the beans. This brought a warm welcome to teasing and taunting from the other boy beans. Spades always disliked this. Although, complimenting his fox-like characteristics, he was often regarded as clever. Clever in the sense, that he could win a game of chess easily, even when competing against an adult. This would sometimes corrupt little Spades and leave him to his own devious thoughts, for he knew that he was a master of logical expertise and could easily outwit the sharpest of characters. But, in favor of the good fortune of the world, Spades often set aside his conniving plots for 'later', when he had the motivation of doing it. Not that he was lazy, it was just that he never felt like doing much, other than watching the world go around. After all, 'what is the use of doing anything' he'd often think to himself, 'if someday your deeds shall be forgotten?'
His mother had been a quiet, domestic type of a woman, and would often scorn him for playing in the dirt as a child. That is why Spades, to this day, keeps himself collected and well groomed. A young mastermind, if you asked him. Secretly inside of him, though, he felt a hole that should have been his child hood. Days where he was supposed to roll in the dust, and days he was supposed to spend climbing trees, and more days where he should have played with the other boys who now mocked him. 'But they will pay someday', he often reminds himself, 'and then they shall be sorry they every bunged pebbles at me or squirted water at me."
Spades would speak in a very articulated and poised manner that made you feel as if you were a child that had done something wrong. This patron-like behavior made every one uncomfortable, the adults especially who felt like school children that were being taught something they simply could not grasp, but was extremely simple to the teacher (in this case, Spades), such as 2+2=4.
The over all conclusion to Spades, though, is that he is truly a very smart, dangerous boy. He is marvelous at black mail. Treacherously magnificent with traps. He can speak fifteen different foreign languages. He was raised home schooled. He is very well read as well. These are just a few of the things that tell you about him, though. He considers himself to be a boy Moriarty who is virtually unstoppable... unless mom finds out and tells him to go to his room.

Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective':

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Art

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Whats in my pouch?

[Anberlin]

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“Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow…”
- Little Women

??Username??
Anberlin - owner of twothree lovely beans
and looking to fill that last slot~
??Name??
It's Luca - meaning light, or bringer of light.
Irony bites hard, don't you think?
??Gender??
Female. A very pretty little female.
Maybe she isn't the most graceful, or the most feminine, but -
well, most ladies aren't~

"Me? Well, I'm..."
(496/500)

[E X P R E S S I V E ]

Luca isn't the sort to bottle away her feelings; she wears her heart on her sleeve, so to speak, and doesn’t care much for keeping her thoughts and opinions secret. She carries a very deep dislike for anyone who would wear fake emotions, and believes that only someone with cruel intents would try to do so - it's like hiding one's identity by donning a mask, so to speak, and she has long since learned to never trust strangers. Strangers are bad, masks are bad - and pretending to be okay when everything isn't? That's the worst of them all.

[ S T U B B O R N ]

No one tells Luca how to behave - absolutely no one. There was a point in her life where she was very much a 'yes bean,' always doing as she was told in hopes that it would cause others to feel more fondly for her; nothing was too much to ask of the sweet young girl, until she finally learned that for all her good intentions, her behaviour did nothing to garner her any love. She was always doing something wrong, even when she wasn't. That startling realization changed something deep in the bean’s heart, hardening her to the whims of others to the point where her stubbornness often reached petty and unnecessary levels. Need some help finding a lost pet? Too bad. Want her to quit taking your things? Fat chance. No one tells Luca what to do, and if they really need her assistance, they had better ask.

[ C O M P U L S I V E & A S H A M E D ]

Sometimes, Mara does things she can’t quite explain. Most are little things, like tapping her claws when she’s idle or chewing on her tailtuft – which are all quite normal, in most cases. What she finds most disturbing about herself, however, is the absolute need to take things that aren’t hers. It doesn’t matter what manner of item she pilfers; she’s found herself in the possession of spoons, keys, and other small household objects, as well as expensive things such as electronics or jewelry. It’s as if another ego is in control of her paws, forcing her to shove whatever will fit into her pouch before she absconds into the night, ashamed for what she has done and yet incapable of stopping. With each theft comes guilt, and with guilt comes a bitterness that will ruin her mood for days.

[S T R A I G H T F O R W A R D & H O N E S T ]

Luca doesn’t lie. Ever. Lying has always been bad, and always will be bad, as far as she is concerned; not only that, but it takes a great deal of effort to tend a lie, and words can be forgotten. Of course, this does mean she had found interesting ways of avoiding the truth – which is a totally different matter. Ask her if she’s stolen a particular something and, if she has, she’ll admit to it. Ask her if she’s stolen anything recently, and she will question your definition of ‘recent.’

She wasn’t going to come back. Not this time. This had been one home too many that had tried to return her, the way one might return a sweater that didn’t fit. She had been an ill-fitting sweater her entire life, and she was sick of it. How many families now? Four? Five? Not that it mattered much; so many ‘parents’ had come and gone, trying to mould her into the ideal child and growing frustrated with her when she failed to meet their standards. Was she really that horrible? She didn’t think so.
Her first foster family returned her the moment they learned of her flaw. How many times had they yelled at her, voices nearly shaking with anger, as they held up an item she had come home with – an item that, legally, wasn’t hers? It wasn’t as though she wanted these things; oftentimes she had no memory of even taking them, and she tried to explain this, but they didn’t want to listen to excuses. She stole, and that was bad. She couldn’t stop, so she must be bad, as well.
She hated being called bad.
Too many stories of free spirits and plucky vagrants had long since imbedded the idea that nighttime was the best time to perform an escape, as it was when the least amount of folks would be active and visibility would be poor. A shadow-coloured animal could disappear without any trouble on a night with no moon; she waited patiently, and when everyone turned in for the night… she fled.
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Surely they wouldn’t follow her this far.
Still, Luca ran far and hard for several nights, through forest and briar, city and meadow, swamp and shade. When it felt as though she would surely lose her paws if she ran any further, she found herself in a place so darned rural that it seemed as though most of the inhabitants had chosen to forgo cars for bikes, newspapers for TV. She slunk along the streets cautiously, eyeing each new individual she passed; she couldn’t get away with blending into a small community, not one like this. Not with folks staring. She decided not to humour their rudeness with any response, instead keeping to herself.
It wasn’t long before her eyes began to wander, first to shop windows and then to the carts parked along the road. Goodness, there were so many things just lying about… though it was a warm day, Luca felt her body begin to tremble as a cold sweat formed underneath her fur. Big things, small things – so many things, all just begging to be touched, crying out for her to hold them in her paws. No, I don’t want those things, she tried firmly telling herself, twisting her tail about in an attempt to distract herself. They aren’t good things, and I don’t want them. They’re useless to me.
But a little voice was clawing at the back of her mind, quietly angling her paws so that she walked closer and closer to where the townsfolk hung their coats – so many things can be found in pockets, after all. So many nice things …
But she didn’t want them, and that was final!
She turned herself away from the sidewalks and marched herself down the middle of the road, practically closing her eyes and ignoring those terrible urges. It was a small victory, but she had fought for it, and she could have cried great tears of relief to finally have squashed that nasty voice before it could make her do something she would regret.
Of course, she just had to run smack-dab into the side of a big, rusty-red dragon.
“Hey now – watch yer paws,” a deep, grumbling voice warned, golden eyes turning down to inspect the little bean.
Luca instinctively cowered – not because of the large bean, who hardly looked bothered at all, but because of what swung on his belt, catching the afternoon sun and reflecting in her eyes. A very tidy little hammer, the sort used for adjusting small flaws and not for beating down nails; an old hammer, probably, but one that had many interesting swirls and clouds carved into the handle, no doubt by its owner. The big bean noticed, and with an amiable chuckle, asked, “Fancy this old thing? Wanna give it a gander?”
He made the mistake of unhooking that hammer, of handing it to Luca. He shouldn’t have been so irresponsible with his precious thing. Luca stared at it intently as it landed in her paws, each individual strand of fur rising on her shoulders as she marveled at its perfect balance and smooth silver head.
Then, she turned tail as quick as she could and bolted. She could hear the bean hollering behind her, begging her to stop, bring that back! But she didn’t listen. She just kept running.
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She couldn’t shake him; no matter where she ran, he was always close behind. “That hammer don’t belong to you – I need that back!” he was pleading, much more gently than she would have expected. Others would have screamed themselves hoarse, but he sounded far more desperate than angry. “What do you expect teh even do with that, eh?”
She couldn’t run forever, but for all the miles of woodland ahead and behind, she couldn’t find anything more substantial than an abandoned badger’s den to serve as respite. Diving in with gusto, she crawled as far back as the den could go – just out of reach, thankfully. “G-Go away!” she squeaked, pressing her back to the earthen walls.
“Lookee here, kiddo, I just want my hammer back – and it’s almost dark, shouldn’t you be scurrying home?” the bean barked, pacing at the mouth of the den. There was no way he could hope to get his broad shoulders through such a narrow gap.
“This is private property now, a-and you’re trespassing!”
“This is yer home now? Y’er on your own out here?”
“Of course I am! I don’t need anyone – I’m big enough to be – to be – self-reliant!” She’d heard that term used before when adults spoke of teenagers living on their own, and she figured it described her situation well enough.
“An orphan, then?” the big bean asked softly, resting his muzzle on the ground.
“Well – I guess – but I got a den now, and that’s all I need, right?”
“Well aye, it’s a fine den,” the big rust-coloured dragon replied, shrugging his heavy shoulders, “but it looks a tad drafty to me. Could use a better roof.”
“Then I’ll build one,” Luca grumbled, pulling herself further within the little enclave.
“Ah, I see. And will yeh be adding a door anytime soon?”
“If it would keep nosy old beans outta my business, then yes.”
Brynjolf raised an eyebrow, but didn’t seem to take offense. “Of course, silly of me t’assume otherwise, eh? But, and pardon me fer askin’, what do you plan on doing for food? Sneakthieves aren’t exactly praised here.”
“I – I’ll…”
“Ah! No answer fer that one! Let’s say we trade, then. You give me back that hammer, an’ I’ll cook you up something nice. “
Luca’s stomach rumbled loudly – embarrassingly. A meal would be nice…
“Come on, it’s just a meal – ain’t like I’m asking yeh to move in!”

((But then he totally did XD The final word count is 1218, but I'm afraid I cut out too much already!))

Extra 1: Why Do I Want This Hooligan:

I don’t usually include a ‘why I want this bean’ section in my forms because, honestly, I think the actual work done on the form itself should be proof enough of how badly anyone might want that particular bean. I’d rather have my work speak for me than have to speak for myself, I guess. But in the case of this little bean, I really do want to explain my reasoning a bit. A year ago, I won Brynjolf – the other fox-furred bean. The moment I found myself his owner, I’ve known I wanted him to be a daddy. A big, cuddly, scruffy daddy~ I’ve thought of many ways of achieving this goal, and at first wanted him to have his own biological children… of course, then I saw this little bean.
Maybe it might seem a little selfish of me to want another bean, but the moment I set eyes on this girlie I began crafting up a scenario in which Brynjolf might think of adopting. Fox-to-fox, so to speak; they just clicked so well! Maybe having a single parent isn’t exactly the best way to care for a little orphan, but that’s part of the adventure – they might not always see eye-to-eye, and they’ll probably quarrel a great deal over morals, but I never wanted to create the perfect, cookie-cutter family. That would be unrealistic.


Extra 2: So What Have You Stolen Lately?

It’s very rude to just assume someone will show you their most forbidden treasures, but no matter how venomously she glowers at you, the little gray bean waves an acquiescing paw at a nearby dresser. The big one, Brynjolf, doesn’t often mess with her things, though she confides with you that if he were to find out, he’d probably be incredibly upset.
You pull open the bottommost drawer, and peer inside. So many things! Starting at the far left, you see…

• A broken old pair of wire-framed spectacles. Isn’t someone missing these?
• Exactly eleven dollars and twenty-nine cents in pennies and nickels. Seriously? Nickels? Luca tells you that she doesn’t even like nickels, but there they are.
• A ratty old shoe that has seen better days. It needs a good re-soling.
• A very delicate silver bracelet not quite the right size for jellybean dragons. It looks expensive, you notice suspiciously …
• Her infamous spoon collection. Big spoons, small spoons – even a few with incredibly ornate handles. Hopefully she washed these before putting them on display.
• A hubcap? An entire hubcap? Like off a car? How did she - ?
• Some poor artist has lost their paintbrush, it seems. The paint isn’t even quite dry yet.
• There’s a broach pinned to a very fancy handkerchief. It looks a bit like a leaf, though you’ve never seen a blue leaf before. It’s very pretty.
• Two copies of the same Home and Gardens magazine – March 2012 edition.
• This looks like a handful of gears. You need to be told that it came from inside a clock that she decided was too loud for its own good.
• Hmm, a blue police box figurine. You know you’ve seen this before, but you can’t quite remember where.
• You had no idea that Walkmans still existed, but somehow, she found one – and several cassette tapes to go with it.
• Uh-oh, someone’s phone has been shoved inside a lone knee-high sock. She didn’t think you’d find that.
• Oh, a squeaky toy. This seems pretty normal for a young bean to want.
• That’s an ink cartridge. An empty ink cartridge. Luca doesn’t even have a printer.
• This last item… it’s a picture frame, with a stranger’s family posing in a fairly natural way. She doesn’t even know these people.

She has a strange collection, but you guess it’s nice enough. When your eyes land on a small iron figure of a bird, however, she is very careful to explain that this treasure wasn’t stolen; Brynjolf made it for her, after she expressed interest in his work. She strokes its outstretched wings gently, obviously very fond of the little thing. She tells you that everything she has ever taken never amounted to more than just junk, but that little bird – as ordinary as it seemed – was more precious to her than all the gold in the world.

[Spirest]

http://archiveofourown.org/works/115994 ... rs/2380020

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Puppyphones

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(Cawl•E•Ehte)

This name is a twist on the Irish word for 'Lost'. (Read Backstory/Story for details on how she got her name and sorts.) She has plenty of nicknames with this big name, her favourite is Cat. She believes it is short and cute, like her.

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In reality, I couldn't see her as anything other than a female.

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Ｈｅｓｉｔａｎｔ - Ｑｕｉｅｔ - Ｐｅｓｓｉｍｉｓｔｉｃ ____________

___She was raised around dark beans, so her personality is a little more gloomy than a usual light bean. Her personality is strongly adapted to the personalities of her siblings, but she still has her own unique-ness, and turns the heads of her siblings and strangers. She always sees the downside of everything, which is what 'pessimistic' means, because to her, it had taken to long to realize that you are not going to get every single thing you want, even if you work hard for it. Her parents tried hard to try to get her to see the bright side of things, and it works, but only for a short while until she doesn't get what she wants. She can act like a little bit of a brat sometimes, but of course, that's what everyone says about little kids. You have to sort of weave your way through to get to her heart, since she is very wary of everyone.
___Cat is rather quiet, accepting others opinions and not adding much of her own, for sake of if her opinion isn't good enough. Cailliete is a follower, as in, she likes to join in on what other people or beans are doing instead of making up a game herself. Even though she may seem like it, she isn't snappy or bossy like most would think of her at first glance, and she doesn't set a very good first impression.

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___Once you get to know her, she loosens up her grip on you and you can start to explore the more playful and adventurous side of her. As she isn't much of a dark bean, she is almost as normal as any other light-colored bean. On this side of her personality of course. She is a little more open when this side of her comes up or if she is really happy, and sees no absolute reason to be sad. Shes majorly energetic and she loves to be active, although it is very easy to upset her and she will slowly but surely slip back into 'I don't like anyone' mode and will be very moody.
___She will do anything to find new things to do and explore, of course, exploring is one of her absolute favourite things in the whole world, according to her. So, expect Cat here to be tugging on your young beans arm, wanting to go see something, because she never wants to do things along because what if a scary monster pops out of nowhere? As in, she is very imaginative.

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938/1200

___The couple chattered to each other while slowly walking through a forest. Their minds were totally fixed on the trail for it, so there was no way they could get lost, of course. Out of the female's pocket popped out a little head, and she looked down and smiled. She reached a paw to her chest and coaxed the small bean back inside. Her mate gazed lovingly at her, and they continued walking. A small noise to their left was left to register in their chatting minds, before instinct told them to go check it out. It was only a squirrel, thankfully, it was not like they were expecting a bear to be hiding in a small bush like that. The girl laughed and swung her hand and got back on track, slowly speeding up as a silent notification for a small race.
___"To the big oak up there?" She nodded up the path at a giant tree up ahead. Her mate glanced and in a split second ran past her looking back with a small smirk. She finally jogged up there and met up with him.
___"That's no fair. I have a bean in my pouch." She whined. And rubbed her head against his neck.
___"Well, so do I." He replied, and plunked down on the ground exposing a pouch with a small shape rummaging around in it. 'They're going to be a handful, aren't they? Twins. Ha.' The female silently muttered to herself. She planted herself on the ground next to him and then pulled a water bottle out of her pouch, along with a small and adventurous bean. Her husband did the same, except he pulled out a boy bean and a sandwich, which he then split in half and gave half to his mate.
___The female glanced at the male, and tilted her head, and added "You know, we still have to name them". She thought of names mixing and matching them in her head for moments and shook her head when she couldn't think of anything. Her mate took a bite of his side of the sandwich, and thought for a minute. "Nope, nothing". She then got a weird look on her face and looked up to see her girl bean wandering away. She set her water down vastly, almost knocking it over in the process, and bolted after her, and picked her up in her pouch. She then carried her over to the 'camping' area and set her back down.
___"Man, she is really a wanderer." She added.
___A shaking in the tree branches startled them, and they both grabbed one of their children, and looked up. The couple were astounded at what they saw, it was their first time meeting one. An owl. Of course, the female, being a natural nature lover, was very curious and slowly got up and pondered at it for a minute.
___Suddenly, the owl fluttered off, and without a second thought, she chased speedily after it. Her mate grabbed both of their children and pot them in his pouch, and walked after her, still chewing a bit of sandwich. He was still licking the peanut butter off of his lips when he noticed an exhausted girl in front of him. He patted up to her and he looked where she was looking. The owl landed on a branch right above them, and something started them completely.
___"Hello?" A quiet voice whoo-ed above them. The couple was completely baffled at that the owl could speak their language. An owl? Well, stereo-typically they are extremely smart, so it wasn't too unlikely.
___"H-h-hello?" They stuttered simultaneously. A small bean poked her head out of her fathers pouch for a moment, and suddenly got caught in the gaze of a lovely snowy white bird, and she locked her eyes on it for a moment before trying to squirm out of her dads pouch to get closer. He pushed her back in lightly, before looking back up. Sudden realization came. They were lost, from following the owl, they got off-trail. The owl noted the worried look in his eyes.
___"Callite, are you?" The owl shifted.
___The female pondered for a moment before asking, "What does that mean?"
___"Lost." A silent whoo-whoo erupted from the owls mouth at the same time.
___The female held her head back and then looked around. 'What is that owl talking abo-- wait, we are... lost?' She tried to shake the thought from her head. Before she knew it, the owl took off, leaving the couple and their children at the spot right below the branch. She nudged her mate vastly and ran after it again, she regained her energy, so she was able to catch up to it in a moment. She dodged trees, with her husband not far behind, to meet up with the owl that landed on another branch for a moment to rest. Out of breath, again, she took her eyes off of the owl to look down from the high trees, and found that she.. recognized the trail that they were now on. She peered back up, and found that the owl was gone. She let out a sad-ish sigh, and saw a white spot on the ground. She padded over to it. It was an owl feather! And it was marvelous, too, so she took it and put it in her pouch for safe keepings.
They got home very soon after that, and they had plenty of time to tell everyone what had happened. The female looked to her mate with wide eyes, and said;
___"Cailliete, that will be her name"

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Owl Feather - By Me

Nuts and Forest Items - By Me

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Her exact memory on getting this feather is sort of foggy, but she swears she had the owl give it to herself, although no one believes her.

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She keeps these because she had found that they were a special accessory in her history, the forest.

[vjg321]

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Vjg321 at your service. I just wanted to thank you for this wonderful opportunity. I tried to keep my form as short as possible, seeing how many other forms you have to read, I thought it might help a little c:

Name:

I would name this beauty Arian.
Arian means Sliver, which I thought was quite fitting for this little boy's colors and what he based off. It also has a history related with Poseidon, which fit perfectly with what I had in mind for him.

Gender:

Male
I just couldn't see this bean as a female with his dark strong colors.

Personality:

Arian is like any little boy. He gets excited easily, and loves to play and jump around, but he is defiantly not ordinary. He loves nature, and can always be found climbing a tree of some sort. He connects with the trees, and the plants, and has green thumb, as he is able to grow almost anything. He loves animals and loves to just sit in the forest for hours watching the different birds and animals that some by. He get dramatic mood swing where one minute he will act as if he is two and then the next he could be the most mature bean you ever met. Arian has one thing that makes him stand out from most beans. Water. Arian has a weird connection with water, almost like an obsession. He is fascinated by it, and fells drawn to it. He only drinks water, nothing else, and he never has. He finds it amazing how without it, nothing would exists and we rely on it every way possible. Because of his weird obsession, he loves to swim, canoe, paddle beat, anything having to do with water, sign him up. He owns a little garden he tends for and he sells all of the fresh fruit and vegetables he grows to all of his neighbors on a little cart he created. He is a very lovable little bean, and can melt your heat. He has a talent for begging, so he often gets his way by just giving them his sad little face. Arian is very agile and athletic, quick on his feet. He is very light on his feet so he can go unheard and unnoticed if he wants to.
Quirks;
- He always eats M&M's and Skittles by colors

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- Larger-than-normal personal space bubble
- Dislike icing, so he always wipes it off of cake
- Loves the taste of Toothpaste
- Walks on his toes
- Never steps on cracks in the sidewalk
- Always walks through puddles
- Terrified of any cracks, especially if they are in the ceiling or in the wall.
- Has a weird fear of trains
- Thinks first impressions are very important
- He is a bit of pack rat, and he loves to collect anything he can find that he finds interesting.
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'The world from my perspective':

The crisp leaves crunched under my soft paws as I trotted along the soft ground. The wind whistled thought the trees, the branches creaking as the breeze shifted the shifted wood back and forth. The scent of wet leaves filled my nostrils as I grew closer and closer to my destination. The leaves slowly turned to mud as the path grew thinner and thinner. The path down her had not been walked on by many other beans, except myself. It is normally pretty quiet, and still, just me alone out her, just me and the water. I padded along the thin dirt path, the dust gently floating up into the air, leaving a thin trail in the air behind me. I started out into the open blue glassy water, as I approached the pond. I stood at the water's edge, the scent of the moss and the water, filling my head, as I leaned closer to the water, the claws gripped the edge of the loose dirt, my weight on the toes of my feet. I took my paw and swiped it across the smooth surface of the water. Ripples spread across the pond's surface as the rings slowly reached the other bank. I let out a sigh, my eye lids closing as the sound of the water gently lapping up against the bank filled my ears. I took one step closer towards the water, my toes dipping under the shallow surface, the gentle moss pressing under my feet. I laid down the dirt and the soft grass under my fur, the breeze rippling across the water and through my fur. I closed my eyes once again and dipped the end of my tail into the water, in awe of its beauty. The grass was worn down in this same spot, the tips of the grass bent over from my daily visits here in the past. I knew this forest and this pond like the back of my paw. This was my home, this was where I belonged. I leaned over to my side my tail slipping into the cool water, as I slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep, the images of water and the forest filling my minds as dreams filled my head.
{Words count; 375}

Art:

Title; By me
Color sorting quirk ; By me
Toothpaste! Yummy!; By me

The collector:

Arian is a collector, but he is different from most other collectors. He collects collections. Arian has many different collections and in a way he collects collections. He has a small collection of stamps, a small collection of coins, a larger one of marbles, and a huge one of leaves and flowers. He has many different collections some small and only having one or two in them, but others are very larger and have over one hundred items. He loves to find unique items to add to his collections, always trying to bigger and better his prizes. He loves to look through all of the items he has looking thorough all the unique toys and items, each one beautiful and amazing in his eyes. Arain find something special in each thing and he loves to try and make a story behind each thing he adds into his collection. He enjoys trying to think of ways of how the items got to where he had found it and what other owners it had seen. It fascinates him to think that a single marble could have traveled the world and once been owned by a king or queen, but now is in his paws. He has a wild imagination and he always loves to get lost in his collections just enjoying the treasures and wonders he has found.
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Name: Fleskito
Nickname(s): Often called 'Fleck' for his
unusually small size.
Fleski is quite a common nickname too.
Gender: Male
Age: 11 years
Date of Birth: Believed to be sometime
during September, although it isn't for
certain.
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_____Personality:
__This small bean known as Fleskito, is surprisingly feisty, extremely feisty at that. This could be because he has a strong passion for boxing. Though this small bean can be rather rude and challenging, he is also may appear to be easy-going and quite an enjoyable bean to be around, mainly because he is a rather care free bean.

An elaboration and explanation on Fleskito's personality:

Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective':
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[heckhoundz]

username;; maple.leaf
name;; Clement - "gentle and merciful."
gender;; male
personality;; gentle, merciful, kind, wise, quiet, serene
gentle - Clement is very gentle around others. He is very careful about his actions, whether they be emotional or physical. He has a soft, sweet touch and he is skilled at comforting others.
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