[dany.]

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[ Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ] artemis,
----->Hello, it's artemis, a current non-owner trying out for this bean

[ Nᴀᴍᴇ ] Azuri
----->This bean's name would be Azuri [Az-urI], a different spelling for Azure meaning sky, or sky blue.

[ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ] Female
----->This bean is a female [♀] and always has been.

[ Sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴅs ] The collection
----->I gazed into the sun and I walked towards it, towards the voices calling me home. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I made out two figures. My mother and father were standing there gesturing into a brightly lit house. *Home,* I muttered to myself. *Home!* I yelled and awoke myself from my dream. There I was lying on my hard, uncomfortable bed, in our trailer, with the scent of bacon and eggs filling my room! I, unwillingly, fell out of bed and walked into the kitchen to find my dad cooking up a storm. Ever since my mother died he had been trying to be both my mother and father. It was sometimes hard for me to take in. He always tried to cheer me up with funny jokes and little trinkets, since it didn’t always make me overjoyed to be on the road all the time!

Daddy danced around the table before placing a small wrapped box onto the table before me. I put on a smile for him, when he gave me a little gift. I opened it and there before me was a small green bead with the name Oklahoma carved carefully into it. Another bead meant another move. I quickly took it out and put it onto my bracelet. I already had 13 different beads with 13 different places carved into them. New York, Mexico City, Shanghai, Singapore, Delhi, Cairo, Johannesburg, Lagos, Moscow, London, Berlin, Munich, Paris and finally Oklahoma City. Each bead represents the places we have lived.
I don’t have many friends, having friend’s means developing a relationship. I don’t want to get attached to anyone! It’s hard on me having to home every few months. My father’s job requires us to move. He’s an engineer and rarely home. When he is it means we are moving!

“Moving again? Where are we going this time?” I questioned in a monotone voice so he couldn’t hear my sorrow. “We are off to Rome!” He smiled excitedly, “There are many new houses being built there and they need me on site!” I nodded with a mouthful of eggs stuffed into my mouth and looked back down at my beads. Each one holds memories of my life, way back to the day my mother died. I had a sudden flashback.

“Mommy! Mommy! What’s wrong?” My big worried eyes glanced at her as held her gut! “Daddy!” I screamed. I was so little and so scared that I would lose the thing most precious to me! My father came rushing in, it all happened so fast! The ambulance came and took her away and all of a sudden it was over. Time stopped. I had lost my best friend, my mother, the closest thing I had to heaven was now in heaven! I still remember her weak smile as she went into emergency “Everything is going to be ok Azuri, don’t worry, don’t cry, I will be there for you always” A single tear dropped from my little face.
Right away we moved to New York City, Dad was trying to run away from the past and forget about everything. I couldn’t say a single word about mother or even ask him anything or he would go into a mental breakdown and not say a word for at least a day. I kept my mouth shut.

I made many friends in New York. Of course I never thought we would be moving again so soon! One day, I woke up and my father stood in the door way. He softly called my name before handing me a small package. It was a bracelet with a single bead on it, carved in was the name New York. After that we were off. I left all my friends behind and began a new life in Mexico City! Again our time was short and just as before I received a small package with a small bead in it with the name of our city carved neatly into it. My life was a broken record and kept repeating itself over and over again each year we moved!
I never really had a place to call home! I was always lonely! Suddenly the flash back left me and I was again sitting at the table with bacon and eggs in front of me. As I went to sleep that night the dream came back to me again. My mother and father came to me, welcoming home. I entered the house to find a small package on the ground. I opened it to find a tiny message carved into it. “Home is where the heart is.” I then realized that I have a home and I always have had one, my father and me. Together we would always be home!

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[hiyorin]

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Story of the beads;;
It was another hot day in the African Savannah.
Sombre was up and at it again, trying to find
the mysterious treasure he had learned about
in one of his books. He started searching just
as the sun rose this morning. It was noon,
and yet he still had no sign of anything. Sombre
should his head, frustrated. "This treasure is
probably just a bunch of baloney. I should just
head back home." He took out his jug off water
and was just about to take a sip when he heard
a blood-curling scream.

"Help me!" Someone screamed. Sombre, being
the helpful man he is, ran toward the source of
the noise. As he approached, he saw a little bean
hanging onto a tree. Lions were surrounding her,
getting closer and closer for the kill, thinking the
bean was food. Come on, Sombre! Think! What
should you do? Sombre's mind thought rapidly.
He quickly took out all items in his backpack, and
threw them somewhere far away from the little
bean as a distraction. Please work, please work!!
Sombre prayed. The lions raised their heads and
ran toward the cladder. When they were out of
sight Sombre ran toward the little bean and pulled
her close to him. "Oh, thank you!" the bean cried.
"Can you please take me to my tribe?"
"Of course, little one." Sombre replied. He smiled,
and they set off for the tribe.

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The sun was setting as the two beans reached the
tribe. As they approached, a male bean, which
appeared to be the leader, came and took the little
bean out of Sombre's hands. "My dear! The whole
tribe was looking for you! Where did you go? And
who is this stranger?" The little bean explained to
her father how she went exploring. When she had
realized she had gone too far, she could see lions
starting to gather around her. Frightened, she
climbed onto the tree and hung there until Sombre
came a rescued her. The father nodded and went
up to Sombre. "Thank you for saving my daughter.
The tribe is ever in your debt." To show their
gratitude to Sombre, the tribe had a huge feast
that night. As a gift, they gave him a bracelet
with three pretty beads. As Sombre went home
that night, he realized the most important treasure
is not some item or jewel, but knowing that you
are loved and cherished by someone close ♥

Username;;
two scoops. you can call me scoops though.
Name;; Sombre.
It means 'dark' in French. It matches his
dark colors and design.
Gender;; Male.
Something about his body and eyes just
seem masculine to me.
Extra;;

Caption:
A Greeting Card from Sombre while he was
in the Savannah. Doesn't he look so cute as
a chibi? Don't tell him that though, because
he's says "Being cute is very unmanly" x3

[Prism]

username;; Prism
name;;
gender;;
story of the beads;; 500 word limit
extra;;

[toccata]

Her name is Ivalyn, most of her friends call her Ivy
wip

[zakki]

guava so I can find my post

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u S E R N A M E; smileygirl99
But you can call me SG!

j b d n A M E; If I were to own her, it would be Milly
I usually go with a name in another language that translates into something to do with the bean in English, but when I saw this bean I decided on Milly. It just seemed to fit her

j b d g E N D E R; Milly would be a girl
I see her as a female, she appears quite feminine

s T O R Y o F t H E b E A D S; “My beads?” Milly asks, swishing her tail proudly. “Certainly! I quite like this story myself.” Milly smiles. “Firstly, would you like a chocolate?” she asks, holding out a plate of delicious looking chocolates decorated with turquoise icing. You take one, and Milly takes one too. “I made them myself” she says smiling. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes! My beads!”
“My mother gave these beads to me when I was small, and my grandmother gave the beads to her, and my great-grandmother gave the beads to her, and so on. They trace back for generations!”
“But a story has been passed down with them- my…. ancestor, when she was little, was playing in the sand on the beach when she found them. She cleaned them up and put them on her tail, and from then on they were her good luck charm, and she wore them always. When she grew up and had a little girl, she passed them on along with the story. When her little girl grew up, she did the same, and eventually they found their way to me!”
“So, what do you think? A very nice story, isn’t it?” Milly asks. “Now, would you like another chocolate?”
I might add more to it, but this is it for now

e X T R A; a R T; ① Sketch by me
e X T R A; a R T;aaaaaaaa② Beads by rosepetal50
The first one I ordered, and it's Milly's mother passing the beads on to Milly {like in my story}
The piece that I made is just a sketch

[fireflies.]

username;; My username is fireflies., it sounds quite pretty does it not? xD I changed my username not very long ago at all, Air just didn't really seem to fit me anymore ; I got bored of it, to be honest and longed for a change. I chose fireflies because I've always been interested in the bugs ; it was almost like magic to me, really. Past usernames have been the most recent, Air, Black caviar, greenchickencurry and a few more that I can't be bothered naming. I guess my nickname could be fire or fly but currently, I have no nickname.
name;; Time is an odd name, is it not? But yes, this little boy's name is Time, sometimes called Tim for a short nickname. He was first called Roman but when his mother died from old age, his father was distraught with grief and blinded by anger for no reason. He renamed his son Time in the heat of the moment for time is the destroyer of everything, later his father offered to change the name back to roman but his son refused, saying the name time had grown on him. He doesn't have a last name or a middle name, his parents never told him what it was.
Tears welled up out of his father's eyes while Roman watched, his eyes wide with grief as he stayed near the back. The young male bean knew enough about death to know that his gentle mother was never going to come back. Blue-green eyes widened slightly as his father took the beads his mother always wore of her limp body and placed it on his own. Roman didn't know why his father would steal his mother's beloved beads and wear them as his own but he didn't question it.
''Is ... she really dead, dad?'' he whispered, burying his muzzle until his mum's thick fur and wishing she was here beside him.
His father rounded of him with an angry snarl. ''Yes, she's dead you stupid thing? Is that so hard to tell?'' His eyes were bloodshot with the brightest fury before he calmed down, though you could still see a cruel glint sparkling in his eyes. ''I rename you Time, time is the killer of everything and on one can escape it.''
The newly named Time shook with fear but gave a tiny nod, showing that he accepted the name.
gender;; Time is a rather sensitive fellow ; therefore he would be very hurt if you suggetested he looked anything like a female. He doesn't dislike females but enjoys being a guy, to be truthful he doesn't really care but would rather be a boy then a girl. Whatever the many things Time may be uncertain about in this current life, being a male is not one of them. He's been a male for all of his twenty-one years and let me tell you, this is very unlikely to change. From his deep voice to muscular build, he's a male all the way. So, have we got this perfectly straight? Time is a male and will stay this gender for the rest of his life.
story of the beads;; As you have already read, the beads came from his mother who found them on a ship once. Where it first came from ... well the mystery is still unsolved. His mother wore it all the time, it was her tresure but when she sadly died from old age ; Time's father took it from her dead body and kept it as his own. When his father sadly died from old age himself, he passed it on to Time which is why he always wears it. He wants to honour his mother and father's wishes, if he ever has his own children he will pass it on to one of them.
No, no, no! This could not be happening again, his father could not be dying just as his mother died. He would be all alone now if his father deserted him, Time just wouldn't allow that to happen.
''You can't be dying,'' he choked out in a whisper. ''Not now, not ever in fact.'' Time didn't cry, he never cried at all, instead the young male found to bury his grief up inside himself.
But the male who had raised him for several years only gave a wry smile, the light swiftly leaving his sea-green eyes. ''You'll be fine, son. I taught you to hunt, you'll know how to fend for yourself.''
''You're the one who knows what to do always though,'' Time mumured under his breath, what was he himself going to do now? He was a wimp, he didn't even like taking the lives of insects for it made him feel sick.
His father chose to ignore that comment but his paw ripped free the beads he was wearing. ''Here, these belong to you now. If you ever have children, pass it on to them.''
Time's own paw silently closed around the beads, he would do that happily to make his father proud. ''Thank you.''
With his last request completed, his father fell limp and his eyes stared sightlessly up to the sky.
Instead of wearing it around his ear, like his father had or his paw, like his mother had, Time slipped it around his tail. ''Everyone is different in their own way,'' he muttered under his breath, instead of the orphan male's heart feel heavy it felt as light as a feather.
With one last look to his father, Time turned a walked away, forcing himself to not even take a peek left. And then he left. No one ever saw the young male without his beads again.
personality;; Time has always wanted to be one of those beans who tries to make everyone happy except himself. He is areal sweetheart, the one that lets someone rest on his shoulder as they cry or tries to solve their problems. He is also a bookworm, preferring to bury his nose into a novel instead of going out and partying. You've probably already guessed by now that this boy is a shy little soul, he hasn't found his true place in the word yet, still wandering around without a place to call true home. You'll notice that he speaks very softly, at first glance you might almost think he is a mute! However, that is not the case at all, he just doesn't speak unless there's something to be spoken around. When Time gets nervous about someting, he speaks so you can barely here him at all or the words tumbled out in a garbled rush so you can't understand him.

[Stonehenge]

Username;;
Stonehenge

Name;;
Stormy Seas; most just call her Sea or Storm

Gender;;
Female

Story of the beads;;
Just felt like typing a poem.

Hatched on the beach with nowhere to go,
Behind her, a storm and lightning’s glow
In front of her, the roiling waves grow tall
As the heavy rain begins to fall.

Her mother carries her out to sea
But they both find it’s hard to breathe
When the waves crash down onto their heads
And send them into the water again

Desperate to save her little one
Mother shares her air when baby has none
And as a result begins to grow weary
At the same time, her vision becomes bleary

Soon she’s lost under the surface
And baby has no choice but to wait
To see if her mommy will find a way
While she closes her eyes against the sea spray.

Slowly she starts to pass out
but she keeps fighting against the doubt
it's no use, soon she's unconscious
and the ocean cradles her in all its calmness

When she wakes up, something is wrong,
She’s alone on the beach, listening to birdsong.
And there are beads on her tail
A gift from the sea? How could it be?

Extra;;
Her markings reminded me of the dark clouds over a stormy ocean, her eyes and horns the water tossed by the wind.
Also, if she had a theme song, it would be Clocks by Coldplay.

[Clementine Cloud]

username;;fluffybubble1
name;;Yiska
gender;;Female
story of the beads;; 500 word limit: Her mother got the beads from her grand mother, and gave them to Yiska. It was tradition, any bean that had that color on them got to wear the beads, until the next bean with that color was born. Her mother's coat was that color so she got to wear the beads, then when Yiska turned into a teenager, she was passed the beads, since her eyes and horns were that color.
extra;; None yet, Thanks!

[☣ Chernobyl ☢]

{ - Raven girl - }

username;;
Volatile Clockhands

name;;
Skia
(Greek for shadow.)

gender;;
Female

story of the beads;;
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extra;;
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[Ƀeean]

Reserved <3