[azemyc]

please note eyes are still a WIP and will be until I say otherwise >u>

Ｉ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｗａｌｋ ｆｉｖｅ ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｍｉｌｅｓ.......

ａｎｄ Ｉ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｗａｌｋ ｆｉｖｅ ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｍｏｒｅ

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-----------------------------------【 ❝ ｗｈａｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ｂａｓｉｃｓ？ ❞ 】-------------------------------------

Username:

erikon
currently an owner of four beans- Tez, Icarus, Kodachi, and Leaflet.
I'd more than love to add this little guy to my jam.
I'm also known as Wyrd, Aedo, Aeiou, Vowels.


Orphan's Name:

Sherlock
Male- hatched July 10th. Egg discovered on the Fourth.
Sherly
Sher
'Lock
Fizzler

-----------------------------------【 ❝ ｗｈａｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ｆａｍｉｌｙ？ ❞ 】-------------------------------------


Family:

"Fathers";

Moriarty- Pipsqueak99- "Dad"

Riot- Segie- "Father"

"Siblings";

Evian- Pipsqueak99- "Mother Sibling"
Kodachi- Me- "Father Sibling"
Fission- Pipsqueak99 - " Older Brother Sibling"
Holden- Ditzy Derp- "Younger Brother" Sibling

HHHHHHｒｕｎ ａｗａｙ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｅ. . .

ｌｏｓｔ ｓｏｕｌｓ ｉｎ ｒｅｖｅｌｒｙ

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-----------------------------------【 ❝ ｗｈａｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ？ ❞ 】-------------------------------------

Personality of Orphan:

| rambunctious | loud | driven | hyper |
| quirky | eccentric | defined |whimsical |

sherlock was never known for being the quiet, easy going bean. oh no.
he was alive with a spark of life that one could see in every movement.
his breath alone was charged with an energy akin to a power surge.
there was a tautness to him, like a rubberband ready to be pulled and released.
the small bean was always moving, talking, and being.
others caught this energy, his fire, by simply being next to him.
sherlock's spark was more contagious than the common summer cold.
thoughts bubbled from his mouth, unfiltered but never cruel.
despite his energetic self, fizzler's edges were as defined as the edge of a map.
random knowledge found itself stored away for later was brought to the dinner table.
there was something
something just beneath the surface
something
glowing



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Rambunctious:
Sherly was definitely a bean with enough energy to light up a firework. He was always seen doing something, his small legs and slight lisp never impeded him. Sherlock could be found doing anything from science with Fission, to cleaning bits of bones with Dachi, to learning sign with Holden, and to picking up discarded feathers in the park with Evi. He had to be doing something, or he quickly became restless and almost volatile.

Loud:
SHERLOCK NEVER NOTICED HOW LOUD HE COULD BE. WHEN IT CAME TO ASKING FOR THE STEP UP FOR THE TOILET TO EXTRA VEGGIES AT DINNER TO YELLING AT A SIBLING IT WAS CONSTANT LOUD NOISES AND SQUAWKS. IT WAS SOON NOTICED THAT HE HAD A BIT OF A HEARING ISSUE AND IS CURRENTLY PICKING UP ON SIGNS FROM HOLDEN QUITE QUICKLY.

Driven:
There wasn't anything Sherlock would let his disabilities and odd family get in the way of. He had to have what he needed to have, and if that meant climbing the bureau at three am to fetch the TV remote to watch Power Rangers, then he would do anything to get there and get what he wanted.

Hyper:
Sherlock was always moving. Always. He had to go go go go go go go go and never ever ever ever sit still. Sitting still was not good, a Sherlock sitting still meant he was sleeping. He never seemed to sleep. It was always movement. Always something. Never nothing.

Quirky:
Fizzler is one of those odd, overly intelligent kids who sometimes says things beyond their own comprehension. He's more than willing to sit and try to talk with others, but finds himself unable to find the right words time to time, and will often say a joke that he heard from Evi or a science fact from Fission to try to get things back on track. Lock learned to appreciate the little things and the big things all at once, and uses this to his advantage with his siblings, often finding what matters most to them and pulling a small prank here and there.

Eccentric:
There wasn't anything wrong with Lock. He was just different. He did what he wanted to do when he wanted to do it as long as it wouldn't harm anyone. Sherlock wouldn't seem to possess a filter between his thoughts and speech most days, and would be capable of saying just about anything if it crossed his mind to think about. He was unpredictable yet he seemed to stick to some sort of schedule when he could.

Defined:
Sherlock was. He existed. Everyone was aware of who he was. There wasn't ever any doubt about his character, his intentions, or his moods. Lock spoke his words with a clear meaning, his actions were always just as precise as his thoughts.

Whimsical:
Surrounding Sherlock was an air of childish appreciation for every little thing. He was often caught up admiring everything from a spider's web to the moon in the night sky. Lock had to point out these things to his brothers of course, to make them see the beauty in the details like he did. Kodachi often saw them before Lock did, but he never saw them in the same context, often driving Lock to long winded speeches about how this one miniscule thing was as important as the sun above.

Ｄｏｗｎ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｆｏｒｅｓｔ， ｗｅ'ｌｌ ｓｉｎｇ ａ ｃｈｏｒｕｓ

HHHHHHHHHHHＯｎｅ ｔｈａｔ ｅｖｅｒｙｂｏｄｙ ｋｎｏｗｓ

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-----------------------------------【 ❝ ｗｈａｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｏｒｙ？ ❞ 】-------------------------------------

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There was only one way that my egg would have been left just sitting out on that field that night; my biological parents had considered my temporary shelter... a.... dud. So, they left me, cold, damp, and shuddering inside the confines of the shell, on a field under the showering embers of fireworks. I vaguely remember the quaking of the construct around me shaking from the shock waves sent down from above. The noises were magnified, and you can only picture what that did to me, both mentally and physically. I'm not sure how long I sat on that field, as you can't pinpoint time from inside a capsule that I was now convinced I never wanted to emerge from. I didn't hear, or feel, anymore quakes or concussive impacts, but I was more unsure of what was outside now.

As I lay there, something shifted the egg, turned it in almost a studying manner. Muted voices rang outside, and no, the voices did not belong to my fathers, but instead, to my future siblings. I'm not quite sure what happened after the egg was gently rocked, but Kodachi, Evian, Holden and Fission - my brothers- have filled me in on some of the details. They have explained that they stored my egg in a basket that Fission had been using to collect left over firework parts, the dull colors on my egg blending in with the dull colors of the firework bits. Kodachi has told me that the four of them wanted to try to raise a bean in their own image, and therefore swore to each other to not tell Mori or Riot- their babysitters- about my existence.

And so began a time I remember quite well for being inside an egg. The four brothers who weren't brothers began their quest trying to convince me to come out of my shelter. They knew, and have admitted, that they were aware of the fragile life within the egg. It's quite the inside joke of what they tried to coax me out with; loud noises- stimulus, spaghetti noodles- everything has to eat, glitter- the surface of my egg was rumored to sparkle and adding more, why, why not?, and coals- beans could produce flames. The coals produced a warm temperature inside my confines, only making it more tolerable. However, their attempt at using the coals was conducted on the couch within Moriarty and Riot's apartment, and that couch, to my knowledge, is now part of the pile of ashes located in the back yard.

That was when I remember hearing Mori and Riot's voices for the first time. Their cadences merged perfectly, and wrapped around my protected form like a blanket. Over time, I learned to tell apart Mori's (Dad's) timbre tone from Riot's (Father's) velvet tone, and I know they both tried coaxing me out of my safety with supportive words and concerned remarks about how long I'd been stuck in there for. It didn't take them long to fish the information out of my brothers that I had been exposed to the loud, thunderous noises of the fourth of July celebrations, and after they came of that information, all loud noises within the apartment ceased. Things quieted, all except for the hushed shhhshhs and occasional creaks and knocks as furniture was moved in. I was told when I was five that all of the furniture had been 'borrowed' from the Icarome family. At the time, my fathers were not prepared for a new edition and the equipment that they had from raising other children had been recalled due to various issues.

As soon as everything had been set up and handled in terms of the nursery, my fathers began carrying me around more than they had before. My egg was always warm, always content, and always quiet, but never alone. I felt safe. I felt like I could finally leave the compact quarters I'd called my entire world for good. Father and Dad always remark about how it took me a long day and a half to emerge from the egg. They tell the story of how they set my egg down among swaddled blankets in a very carefully selected rocking chair, and how they took turns rocking me gently as I finally decided to greet the world. With my shell finally discarded, I was greeted with the wide and warm eyes of my family, and I accepted them as readily as they accepted me. Of course, I didn't actually see them... As I hadn't yet opened my weak eyes.

I've been told that I simply laid in a nest of blankets inside the crib for nearly two or three weeks. Father and Dad were aware that I was healthy, but simply... timid about the new idea of being exposed. It took time for me to be convinced that the world around me was stable enough to bare, so when I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I ever saw was the relief in both of their eyes. I was then promptly thrust into the strange world of the Moriot family and friends. Mori was always attentive to my needs; fetching various chopped veggies to snack on, warming up my blankets in the dryer, and making sure I looked at least presentable to any guests that could show up. Riot naturally took up another position; making sure what had been kid-proof was still kid-proof, the fridge had appropriate food items, and that I never wandered too far from the nursery.

Several weeks after my eyes opened, I vividly recall a searing pain in my top jaw. I was inconsolable, and yet my fathers withstood the onslaught of crying at all hours of the night and day. Father and Dad powered through the long nights as I cried and cried, occasionally giving me baby Tylenol, and giving me baby teething toys so I'd have something to help the tooth come in. It wasn't long before it was in, jutting out from the gum at a funny angle. I figured at the time that that was all I would have to deal with, and didn't worry about any further tearing pain in my mouth.

It was a week and a half later that I started wobbling about on my stubbly little legs that refused to grow. Those few weeks after that major milestone were the most painful that my young self could recall. My teeth all decided that it was good to come in all at the same time, breaking the soft and sensitive gums. No amount of teething toys could ease the pain, and any medication only muted it so I could at least endure it for a few hours during the night. Uncle Icarus has shown me photos of Riot and Mori caring for me during that time, and they look positively worn ragged, but still somehow... Loving. Caring. Warm. Like this was just another little hurdle for them, one that they would conquer only to see me that much stronger, that much older. I don't think I can ever repay them for being so devoted to my care during those first few months.

A few months after all my teeth had finished their grand entrance, Holden was the first to notice that I wasn't picking up on sounds like I should have. By that time, I would have been at least making more than babbling noises that only roughly sounded like words. Sounds to me were muted and soft, making it hard to tell a word apart from another at a distance. Holden started teaching me various signs, and I picked up quickly. I still call sign language my first language, and English my second.

Riot brought my various issues up to Mori as soon as he noticed that I was signing, and when I did actually talk I had a noticeable lisp, and slightly more pronounced words as if I had to speak harder so that I could hear myself. Mori already knew, but refused to see it, refused to see these issues as imperfections that needed repair. Yet, he realized that I needed care, or else things could proceed to become far worse. The two of them got me the treatment I needed, yet my overbite was never fully healed, and my hearing could only be fixed by extensive surgery or permanent implants, both of which I declined once I was old enough to understand. I had learned how to read lips and small details from Kodachi, how to sign from Holden, how to write in code from Evi, and how to create distraction causing chemical reactions from Fission. If there was ever a bean raised to handle the world with all their perfect imperfections, it was me.

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-----------------------------------【 ❝ ｗｈａｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｆａｍｉｌｙ？ ❞ 】-------------------------------------

why do you feel you are going to be good parents to this bean?

Well, none of the other beans that I've at least babysat or kidnapped have gone poorly. Loki, Fissi, Mali, Evi, Rainy, Pete-not even my legally adopted son Holden, has flopped. And he has a garden now, 'cause he wanted a garden. Riot and I are very responsible, and looking to have a child that is not a surprise so that our legacies can be passed on. Uhm... -pauses to think- We have good morals? Yeah, good morals and standards that are just right (not too high, not too low) and we're very accepting.

how will you provide for this bean, and his unique needs? (Stunted growth, speech issues.)

I'm going to try and do what I think right, of course. A lot of it will include patience, with the growth (although I totally understand the issues with height, being 5'3" myself) and the speech issues. I've got a lot of patience and resources, so I'm willing to put forth the effort to get Lock anything he needs.

what do you have planned for Sherlock's schooling?

I want to do a sort of homeschooling program where he only attends a day or two a week and the rest is spent at home. I have a college degree or two, I can handle teaching him even if it won't be traditional in the least. I can fit it to his learning needs, and adapt it for his learning methods in general.

have either of you raised children before? If so, how did you go about with that?

I've raised multiple children, in a way. I legally adopted Holden, and I've been sort of raising him in the way he needs to be raised, what with his background and all. I usually pick children off up the streets, like Loki, and sort of care for them for a day or two before releasing them back into the habitat I found them in. However, I keep some because they don't have homes. I make sure their needs are met, I help them towards their goals in life.

in what ways do you view yourself as a responsible parent?

Uhm... -Googles the word responsible- "being the primary cause of something and so able to be blamed or credited for it"-okay, I am not the cause of Lock. "Having an obligation to do something, or having control over or care for someone, as part of one's job or role." There we go. I am a responsible parent in that I parent in a way that is generally alright by societal standards? I mean, I don't neglect my kids or anything like that. I fill all the basic rolls as in teaching them how to survive or teaching manners and stuff like that.

why do you feel you are going to be good parents to this bean?
Well, I understand legacies. Children are for love and for legacies. I have a pretty good legacy for them to carry on-gets elbowed by Mori-oof. I mean, I am capable of helping Sherlock create his own legacy and be successful and not dead in life. And I view it as a unique journey.

how will you provide for this bean, and his unique needs? (Stunted growth, speech issues.)
I noticed them a lot more quickly than Moriarty, and I'm willing to handle all of the hospital visits so that Moriarty doesn't have to. I don't know much about them, but I'm willing to dedicate the research and time that Sherlock needs for this to go through.

what do you have planned for Sherlock's schooling?
-scratches at his head- Uhm, I'll let Mori handle that. He's the big money maker. And graduated college twice or whatever.

have either of you raised children before? If so, how did you go about with that?
I found this kid, Noctis, and I've been taking care of him. I've been going about it in a way my parents never did, so it's pretty good so far. Rules, fun, stuff like that. I try my best and change it to fit the kid, y'know?

in what ways do you view yourself as a responsible parent?
Well... I usually know what all is going on and I keep a level head about myself. I'm pretty good at reigning in the crazy pranks... sometimes. I usually stop Mori from using dart guns to sedate the kids or whatever else. -whispers confidentially- sometimes it's like Mori's a kid too. -louder again- But nevermind that.

what do you think of your younger brother?

Evi;; I thought he wasgon'be a biiiirrrrb e D e but no... he is a bean... he is nice. -nods-
Fissi;; another talking thing like the thing my brother spawned why is everybody spawning things. I have one question. Can Mali have this one on loan too?
Holden;; I'm glad we got to keep him. He's hard to keep up with sometimes but he's lots of fun.
Kodachi;; He's a bit of a handful, but he's really sweet. qvq;;

what's your favorite thing to do with 'Lock?

Evi;; Snuggle Q U Q
Fissi;; Set fire to things.
Holden;; Gardening, obviously. He mostly just helps me dig and then plays with the piles of dirt. That's okay though. I like doing all the other stuff anyway.
Dachi;; Experiments. Especially on his naturally produced glitter. *D* He seems just as curious as I am.

like any siblings, you must have fights over little things. what's the worst fight you've had with him that you regret?

Evi;; Uhm... He got gli'er in my feazzers. Q ^ Q [glitter in my feathers]
Fissi;; Sherly didn't wanna fly or contribute to science. Silly prototypes. BI
Holden;; He drooled on some of my books once...One of them sparkles now .3.
Dachi;; He put glue on my feathers and they stuck together for weeks.... I was not impressed...

like siblings, you must occasionally make fun of your parents. how do you tease mori and riot?

Evi;; I essplode down pillows e D e Lock helps put the feathers everywhere.
Fissi;; Uhm... yesterday I had Sherly put petroleum jelly on every single doorknob while I set duct tape traps e u e
Holden;; Uh...Well this one time I wanted Riot to start keeping the apartment window closed because things kept falling out of it, so I teamed up with Sherlock. I told Riot and Mori that he fell out the window while Sherlock played dead outside. It might've worked if I hadn't forgotten to tell him dead beans don't move :v
Dachi;; Well, my parents aren't Mori and Riot. They're like my uncles, but we still prank them. eve Last thing we did was make sparkley blue dye shampoo and dyed Mori and Riot's hair blue for almost a month.

siblings always have something you like to bond over. what do you bond with Sherlock over?

Evi;; I braid his hair and snuggle with him and help him play with gli'er Q U Q <33
Fissi;; Over science oUo
Holden;; -puffs out chest- I'm teaching him some of the signs I know!
Dachi;; People watching. eue We compete to see who can notice the most about someone.

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-----------------------------------【 ❝ ｗｈａｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｔｅｘｔｓ？ ❞ 】-------------------------------------

Visit the sta.sh to see them full size and in order!

-----------------------------------【 ❝ ｗｈａｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ ａｒｔ？ ❞ 】-------------------------------------
various art pieces. some art on the form, some are not!

experimentation by kittublu on dA
sleeps by kittublu on dA
freedom dive by Peace and Colby on dA/CS
fourth of july by Peace and Colby on dA/CS
standing shaded full by ursiday on chickensmoothie
sunset family outing by Ladylirriea on dA
what is that by ladylirriea
sunset run by li-lii on dA (moonlight_girl on CS)
standing tall by li-lii on dA
orphan bab by UnfortunateFoxTamer (on CS)
sparkleeh by Berkshire on CS


*I did get permission to use the name as Carbon's custom is William Sherlock Scott Holmes,
and if you have an issue with the name, feel free to pm me and Mute

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Aaah! Congrats Wyrd! I absolutely love the thought you put into his character and how absolutely unique he is, and I can't wait to see what you do with his character in the future! If you still have stuff coming and need me to remove this, just let me know, no worries <3

[~:Saddles&Bridles:~]

Oh my gosh! He's glorious! You deserve him so much!

If I ever get a JBD we should roleplay sometime

[azemyc]

ahhh thanks guys ;D; <333

//and the jelly foosh bean's reference is almost done I swear ;v;

[azemyc]

oh hey guys ;v;
im looking for rps for him, and will take teen and up rps yeye