[koegami]

res with my life

[whimerri]

Username: Galaxy_Espeon
Name: Stella
Gender: Female
Career Path: Stella teaches Kindergarten (Not sure which group this would go under, sorry)
Why did they choose this career path?: Stella has loved to teach ever since she was little. She was made fun of for her nerdiness, but that never stopped her.

[Violenca]

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Username;;
Violenca
Name;;
████Filou McSullivan ████
Gender;;
Male
Career Path;;
Goods

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Why did they choose this career path?:
Due to the fact, that since he was small, Filou was a geniouse little boy,
he has an eye for small things and what they could do together. His mind
works other the normal minds. He sees something special in everything,
that can be recycled in anyway, like tincans, old wood, metal scrabs,
or things that people just don't need anymore. He likes to work with the
enviorment. He would never take or use something what was just bought.
It need to be a bit rusty, or a bit broken. It needs to had to do something
in his life to tell him a story. He would say he could feel what the diffrent
material went through as it was "alive".

Whatever Gear or Metalpiece someone finds, he's the one who crafts various
things out of them to make peoples life easier! You need a thing to get your mail
into the house without leaving it? No problem ! Give it a few weeks and Filou
will craft it out of things people don't need anymore.
He would call himself an engineer or an inventor.

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by Keyoto the fox

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Likes;;
+ the smell of rusty metal
+ fresh made lemon water
+ super sweet sweets which tickle the tummy
+ old wild western movies
+ study little creatures which crawl around
+ cleaning up the way up to his house

Dislikes;;
- working with another person
- cleaning up his desk
- not beeing able to finish a product in the said time
- when there is nohing to work on
- beeing around too many people (around 13)
- horror movies

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Hobbies;;

Creating the perfect tea:
Since he was 8 years old, he had an obsession with tea.
Whenever his mom made one of her super elicious green teas,
he was the first one to taste them. With a tiny ammount of milk.
He started to collect herbs and dried them. Then he cut them small,
and put them together. In the beginings, his tea was, well you can say
awfull. During the year he collected his own little recipe book of his teas.
He now has a collection of about 30 diffrent teas which he always tries to
make more perfect.

Spending times in his small garden:
Whenever Filou finds a little amount of time, which he rarely has,
he spends this time in his little Zen Garden. There are plenty of stones,
which he collected over the years because he was realy interested into them
as he was smaller. He found some small cacti which he placed between them and
other nice plants. He enjoys the silence there and feeld relaxed whenever he can
take away the unwanted plantes which grow every now and then.

Reading a book:
You may think this is something not that special. But let me tell you the diffrence.
Filou starts to read a book from the first side and when he finished the book, he
tries another way. He then ready the book from the back on to see what it does.
He skips every 2nd side to see how the stories go then. Well in a super rare case it
may still make some sense. But that's like the rarest of times.

Taking care of his ants:
Yes. You read it right. Filou has a little ant farm. He always wanted to take care
of something which is in kind of need of help and doesn't need too much care, since
he rarely has time to clean things up for the animals. So he decided to buy a little
ant farm. He puts in fresh fruits and vegetables every morning and loves to whatch
them whenever he makes himself a meal.

Practicing his handwriting:
Let's just say this. An inventors handwriting always is the worst of the worst.
Filou tries to convonce everyone wrong. As he was little his handwriting was
the best of his class, but during the time and as he grew older, he kinda forgot
about it. So now he writes a diary, where he tries to improve this again. Also he
loves to read through it every now and then to see how it looked like in the beginning.
He has a super hard time to decipher what he wrote back then, so you know how
bad it was if the writer can't read it himself.

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by me

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Personality;;

aventurous:
Filou likes to find new things. May it be small, may it be big, it doesn't
matter for him. On his weekends he likes to go hiking in the forest and
to find a new cave everytime. He never walks there without enough food
and drinking. Also he takes diffrent ropes, climbing equipment and a helmet with
a light. He once was in a cave for his whole weekend, to find out, that in there
was a nice little lake with various diffrent fishes who lived there.

loyal:
When Filou says he does something, he will do it. He is a pretty loyal boy, who
stands for his words no matter how small they are. If he promises someone, that
he'll bring them flowers every now and then, he'll do. Like a bird in the sky, it frees
his mind and makes him stronger. It is his little passion to be reliable.

sarcastic:
Sometimes Filou can be very sarcastic. No matter when, he likes to be a bit strange.
He is not one of those, who are going through with this everyday, but every now and
then he just needs the feeling of making a silly pun of someone. New people, which he
know always feel a bit dizzy when he realy starts with it. But if you know him,
you will know that he's a good boy in heart and realy doesn't mean it.

thoughtful:
Since he's small, he's taking his time to think about his life. He rarely gets up, without
having 5 diffrent things in his head which he could talk about the whole day, well sometimes
he does,which his customers sometimes don't like too much. He likes to go to meetings
where they talk about a diffrent topic every week. Things like "Why is the sun so bright?" to
"What will we do when the sun never rises again?" Are topics to be talked about there. He
respects every meaning of others, as long as they respect the one of him.

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Favorites/likes;;
Food and why: Sandwiches - They are easy and fast to make.
Drink and why: Green Tea - It reminds him of his mom.
Dessert and why: Chocolate Pudding - Just chocolate.
Plant and why: Cacti - They are strong and easy to keep.
Animal and why: Snails - They are so strong and slimy.
Color and why: Blue - It matches his eyes.
Activity and why: Crafting - It's his thing to do.
Object and why: Bandanas - He has like 10 of them which he loves.
Weather and why: Sunshine - He can do things outside then.
Personalities in others and why: Kindness - There's to less of it in this world.

Hates/Dislikes;;
Food and why: French Fries - He doesn't like the crisp.
Drink and why: Coca Cola - It's too sweet for him.
Dessert and why: Apple Crumble - It's to dry for his mouth.
Plant and why: Roses - They may look good but are so stingy and to hard to keep.
Animal and why: Eagles - They are dangerous predetors.
Color and why: White - It may be pure, but it's so monotonous.
Object and why: Flutes - The sound just isn't good.
Weather and why: Snow - Rarely people go out then and he got nothing to do.
Personalities in others and why: Dumbnes - He just can't handle it.

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by Zombo

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[Carnations]

Username:
john laurens.

Name:
Lesley Bowen

Gender:
Female

Age:
18

DOB:
August 21st, 1998

Career Path:
Goods

Why did they choose this career path?:
you wanna get personal
lets get personal
Lesley dragged a stool to where
her mother was working,
and stood up on it.
"What are you doing mother?"
Lesley asked,
gazing at the bar of soap.
"I'm making soap,
young one,"
her mother replied in a
soothing voice.
Her mother created soap
for a living,
owning a small shop
called Gretel's Soap.
Gretel was the best soap
maker in the village,
and often was commissioned
to make soap for villagers.
"Do you want to smell it?"
Gretel asked,
holding the bar of soap out.
"Sure!"
Lesley quickly grabbed
the bar of soap with no thought,
and because of her hasty action,
the soap fell on the edge of the stool,
ending with it breaking into two and
falling on the floor,
breaking it even more because of
it's delicate state.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry mother!"
she hastily apologized,
staring in horror at the broken soap.
"It's OK young one,
it didn't smell right anyways,"
her mother soothingly told her.
"Everyone makes mistakes."

It has been long since the event accurred,
and with her recently moving out into a
different village,
she had no way to see or communicate
with her mother besides pictures and letters,
but that wasn't enough.
Lesley soon decided that she'll follow her mothers footsteps,
and chose the carrier path of goods,
She currently wants to become a soap maker like Gretel,
or a candle maker,
something Gretel wanted to do in the beginning.

Personality:
Lesley is an interesting Katkin,
with an interesting personality.

More often than not,
she'd rather stay in her room and make soap than
go outside and be social.
Lesley is shy and reserved,
making her anti social.
It's hard to find talking to people,
mainly because she's piled in commission for people outside
her village,
but it's also because she prefers not to,
and because she's also awkward.

Lesley is very awkward,
stammering every sentence,
combining words,
tripping,
all of it.
It's most of the time caused by
her own fear of failure.
She's scared of messing up
and being judged for it.
Though she might seem only paranoid,
she's also extremely sweet.

She's sweet because she doesn't want to
come off as rude,
but honesty can prevent it.
Lesley is both sweet and brutally honest,
hoping her sweetness can one day make
her honest not so brutal,
but it's unlikely,
and she's afraid it'll not work

History:
Lesley has a decent history,
having her parents around,
having friends,
but soon something happened.

One day,
a new girl named Alyssa moved
into her village,
and everyone wanted to be friends with her
except Lesley and a few others,
and that caused some issues.
Most of her friends left her because
of Alyssa,
and started to bully her.
Few we're aware of the bullying,
and because of that,
she had few friends,
and only one of them wasn't friends with Alyssa
because they were also bullied by Alyssa,
and most of their friends left them as well,
and that Katkin soon became her best friend.

The bullying soon ended after she moved out of the village,
but she'll always remember the pain it caused her,
social anxiety,
and became grateful of those who stayed by her side,
her best friend and parents.

Hobbies:
Most know Lesley likes to make lavender soap and candles whenever she doesn't have a
commission to make them because of Gretel,
but what most don't know is she also carves wood.
She likes to carve anything,
small animals,
Mother,
houses,
all of it,
though she's not the best at it.
She can also carve soap,
but prefers wood over it.

Lesley can also sew.
She often sews if she's bored out of her mind,
which isn't often,
and gives them to relatives and friends.
They're surprised she can do it,
since she spends a lot of time making soap and candles,
but don't question her.

Likes:
Silence
Soap
Being alone
Candles
The color green
The color blue
Flowers
The smell of lavender
Carving
Fire

Dislikes:
Huge crowds
Loud noises
Talking
The color pink
Dust
Pollen
Tenacious tasks
Pain
Time

Neutral:
Other Katkins
Corps
Chaos
Colors not listed above
Music
Breezes
The cold
Warmth

Fears:
Tight spaces
Failure
Abandonment
Death

Interesting Quirk:
She really likes fire.
Way more than she should.
Lesley has an odd obsession with fire,
despite it causing many deaths and miseries.
Why?
It probably came from spending too much time near lit candles
and thinking about them.

Theme Song:
Free Translator by The Books

[Winchester's Wolf]

Username: Winchester's Wolf
Name: Nialla
Gender: Female
Career Path: Artist
Why did they choose this career path?:
She choose this career path because she really loves to show off her creative side, but she sometimes has Art Block, but quickly fixes that by sketching out one of her old drawings.

[Smartyk]

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[Divantae]

Username: pugger313
Name: Victor
Gender: Male
Career Path: Architect, goods
Why did they choose this career path?:

The pieces melded together, one by one, attaching to each other and holding on for dear life. No, this is all wrong. It can't be, it wouldn't be correct. Pieces fell apart; they were destroyed and ceased from existence. The single sign was tiny markings, small reminiscences of the failed. Let's try again, let's try to fix it. Perfection isn't a choice. Perfection is a being, a soul that might come by and touch whatever needs fixing. Ah, the sweet sound of success, and the horrifying hiss of erasing. Perfection has not stumbled or tripped upon Victor yet, as he was swiftly and efficiently destroying yet again. Oh, no. It seems the build may never be repaired.

Victor eyed the lonely piece of paper below him on the desk, having a gaping hole in it from too much erasing and fixing. Sighing, he arose and snatched another. He was a mere teenage cat, a not completely developed being. Or was it perfection, that adults had? He couldn't tell the difference. Things had to go perfectly. It didn't matter. We just need an end result, do not bother us with your hogwash fairy tales. Was it just him, one who strives and reaches out to perfection? Was he alone, isolated from the world? Surely not. Remember, Victor, just try your best, that's all you can do. Perhaps one day you'll get a perfect subject.

Suddenly, the bell in his schoolhouse cried its irritating patterned wave of sound. Katkins all around him rose and ran out of the room, fleeing to their lockers, banging for nothing, and chirping loudly like a swarm of birds, circling around in a storm. Victor hanged back, taking his time to put away his pencils, papers, folders, and other sensible devices.

"Mister Victor, you seemed to have dropped this," addressed an unknown presence. Glancing up, Victor retrieved it and smiled.

"Ah, thanks. I'm sincerely sorry," Victor replied. It was the teacher of the classroom.

"No, it's quite alright. Those are really nice drawings. It must have taken a lot of practice."

"I suppose... Almost all of my attempts are failed. Including this one."

"As long as you practice, you can be successful. Even the littlest changes from time are welcomed."

"But I want an actual good result. An ending image of a nice structure."

"Did you ever hear the saying, 'you are your own worst critic'? I believe it with you. Do not worry about what the end is going to look like, worry about the process. If you worry about the end result then you are setting up expectations. If you set up expectations, you'll be disappointed in the end. Believe me, I was in the same situation," concluded the teacher.

"Well... Thanks. I guess I should think more about that. See you tomorrow!" exclaimed Victor. He was off now, heading home. Even though he was not progressing enough, he still loved the thought of being an architect. Along the wooded path to his cottage, Victor suddenly came to a realization: perfection didn't exist. Katkins do not have the same opinions, so there can't be a "perfect." Smirking a bit, Victor recalled why he wanted to be an architect in the first place. He yearned to create. Now he understood that to create, you can't always point out imperfections. Just do your best, then progress and do better than your best effort.

As an adult, he sells his designs of houses, buildings, or anything that can be built. The designs cover everything from all materials needed to the ending product.

[Lillybear]

Username; Lillybear
Name; Darius ── ❝to possess good❞
Gender; Male
Career Path; Goods
Why did they choose this career path?;

❝Darius's curiosity nook; trinkets and oddities.❞
You read the wooden sign aloud, playing with the sounds as the name of the shop rolled off your tongue. It peaked your interest, sparked your curiosity and you couldn't look away. Darius's nook was tucked away, hidden between the tall, crumbling old buildings of the abandon alleyway. The structure of the nook itself was crooked and small, as if it could crack at any moment. A sign that looked hand carved swung above the rickety door. Two fancy lamps were above the door as well, but the glass was broken and the lights were burnt out. Unsure of what to do, you knock on the door. It pops open with a creek and you peer inside. A voice mumbles throughout the darkness. ❝Oh dear, oh my, now where did I put that match?❞ You hear someone shuffling around inside, who knows what being tossed around, and a large crash that makes you jump. ❝Found it! Please, come in!❞ A candle is lit and the face of a friendly looking Katkin is sitting behind a desk. ❝Well, what are you waiting for, and invitation?❞ He chuckles gently. ❝I'm not going to bite. Now come in, stranger!❞ Hesitantly, you take a couple of steps inside the shop. There are shelves of boxes, jars, and baskets filled with anything in the world. There's only one of each, you notice. Bright red price tags and stickers are stuck and hung onto everything. There are strange labels for each shelf. ❝Whatchamacallits. Broken. Odd-shaped. Funny-smelling.❞ The man smiles as you look around in wonder. ❝May I help you with anything?❞ You're not sure what to say. The atmosphere is so overwhelming you don't know where to start. ❝Why don'tcha have a seat. I'll getcha some water, and clear up any questions you may have.❞ He pulls up an extra chair and you sit down. He waddles down the isles, inspecting each cluster of objects. He picks two glasses, one in the shape of an owl, the other appeared to be for a doll. He placed the owl in front of you, and held the miniature glass in his paw after disappearing in the back room and returning with each cup full. After talking for a good couple minutes, you ask why he chose this job. A mysterious and sly grin spreads across his face. ❝Because I like to help. Farming crops or joining corps may be the easier route, but I fulfill them with what they don't think they want, but truly need.❞ He pauses, and quickly escapes to the back room and returns with a small box. He hands it to you. Afraid to open it, he nods eagerly and shoves it closer to you. Inside there's a wooden carving of a cat. ❝It will bring you good luck. Place it somewhere in the middle of your home where it's magic can spread to everyone and everything. The days ahead may not be easy, but you'll stay safe with this carving in your possession. You'll take me someday. It's just what I feel you need.❞

[veridian]

Username //
shooting star,

Name //
Allister [meaning; "protector and helper of his kind."]

Gender //
Male

Career Path //
Corps

Why did they choose this career path? //
Allister has a brave heart. He has almost always done right, but there have been some dark times in his life. He believes
he can make up for these moments by protecting the ones that he loves. Allister lets silly little things go to his head, but he is
actually a real sweetheart. Most of the time, he thinks he is destined for more, making him proud and a little selfish.

wip

[Yugi]

Username: Yugi|Name: Felicity|Gender: Female|Career Path: Goods
Art of the katkin below is by me

Why did they choose this career path?:
Felicity grew up in a household that had a deep love for nature. While her parents work for jobs listed in the food career path, Felicity wanted to expand her family's fondness of nature; her parents love living off of the abundant bounty that is provided by the land itself, especially many different types of exotic, sweet fruits. The young katkin did too, but she wanted something new and different than what her parents had let her experience.

She didn't know what career path she wanted to take until one day during a short stroll with her small family through a nearby forest. Her parents were searching for wild fruits in hopes to gather seeds from them. They wanted to expand their ever growing farm some more with local produce. While her parents were busy scavenging, Felicity wandered about the forest, looking around at the many different plants that grew there. She admired the tall trees with their wide, lengthy branches, the soft, tender grass beneath her delicate paws, and the many intriguing animals that seem to shift the forest with every movement they made. However, when she was able to stumble upon a medium sized field of flowers in an opening of the forest canopy, her breath was taken away immediately by how stunning it looked. The bright sun illuminated the white flower patch, almost making them appear as if they were glowing. Petals that were tugged off of their stalks floated around in the gentle winds that blew through the forest's trees. It was a magical experience; Felicity never felt happier than she did admiring that scene. Not wanting to leave her parents' side too far, the little katkin ran back towards them, filled with sheer excitement. She called for them, causing them to turn to face their adorable child. Felicity told them all about what she saw and she timidly asked her parents if they could grow something similar in their farm. Her parents agreed, as the day was getting late and they had no luck in finding any new fruit seeds to grow. With a newly planted supply of wild flowers, Felicity was determined to create something as stunning as the field that she saw.

When she decided to go into the goods career path, her parents were absolutely shocked. They had thought that little Felicity did not want to continue the tradition of caring for and adoring nature's many plants, and they had felt as if they had done something wrong. Felicity was able to quell their worries quickly, however, as she soon told her parents that her dream job was to become a florist. She wanted to become an excellent floral arranger, so that way many other katkins can learn to love and appreciate the beauty of nature's magic. She continued to add on that, while she would love to work through the food path, her heart was set on showing off the elegance of flowers put together skillfully.

Today, Felicity is right on that path; she runs a small, modest floral shop, located on the corner of a semi-busy street. It's a two story building, and it's already teeming with natural life; the outside windows are covered in foliage, and ivy has sprawled its long vines across the wooden building. Inside the shop is no different; since Felicity is so passionate about her choice of career, she immediately got to work and began designing different arrangements to be showcased on the shelves in her shop. Some of her arrangements are artificial so that way they can last and be cherished forever, but most of them are crafted from real flowers. She carefully forms each arrangement by hand in the back room of her store. Because they're all handcrafted, no two arrangements are exactly alike. Felicity even offers the option of making personal bouquets for her clients, allowing them to choose the flowers, the colors, and the general shape in hopes of making the perfect arrangement for them to purchase and perhaps gift.

Her ultimate goal in life is to witness katkins gifting each other floral arrangements for all sorts of occasions, regardless if they're happy or sad. Felicity feels that flowers are a good and honest way to convey emotions during a situation, seeing that different flowers represent different thoughts and feelings. Paired with arranging, she believes that floral arrangements will act as a nicer, and more complex, way of sending ones thoughts to another, at least when compared to giving a small speech or writing a short letter.

- Sweet smelling flowers
- Light, pastel colors
- Fruits in general
- The smell of rain
- Flow-y, light clothing

- Overly bright colors
- Sour tasting foods
- Hard candies
- Tight fitting clothing
- Long sleeved tops

-Flowers-
Lily of the valley|Gypsophilia|Bluebell
-Music-
1920s jazz swing
-Fruits-
Lychee|Dragon fruit

Felicity's floral shop, better known as "Petite Petals," is a small store dedicated to the selling of floral arrangements. All the flowers that she gets for her creations are locally grown in her parent's farm. The fake flowers that she gets for some of her false flower arrangements are purchased from other katkins who are skilled in making them.

Her shop is a small, modest two story building; it consists of 3 different rooms total. The first floor has two rooms, which consists of the selling floor and a smaller room dedicated to the making of her arrangements. The second floor only consists of one room, which is an additional selling floor as the room below isn't big enough to sufficiently showcase her art.

Selling floor
A small room that has many different shelves and pots hanging on the walls. Sphere shaped floral foam that have complex patterns woven from flowers in them hang low from the ceiling. There are large, wooden shelves standing tall in the middle of the room as well. Each and every nook and cranny is decorated with floral items; arrangements of all different shapes, sizes, and colors illuminate the bland white walls that makes up the room.

In the very back of the white room sits a greenish blue colored desk which is attached to the wall and the ground below it. Sitting on top of it are many papers, books, binders, and pens, as well as a nice, old fashion styled cash register that was once owned and used by her parents. The papers that litter her desk are recently paid orders waiting to be finished; the books that are neatly stacked in the back of her cashier area are filled with examples of her work; the binders that lean against the white wall are filled with forms of completed orders; the black and blue pens are covered with floral tape, topped with a cute faux flower at the very end, and they sit carefully placed in a pink coffee mug.

Back room
An even smaller room that holds glass cases, sinks, cabinets, drawers, and wooden working tables.

The glass cases act like fridges; Felicity keeps multiples of her flowers inside these cases. Sometimes completed works will be stored inside a specific case before they're picked up by their customer.

Metal sinks cooled down by the low temperature of the room are fairly deep, and are able to fit large buckets filled to the brim of water and uncut flowers. This is where she soaks her floral foam before they are used in an arrangement; she carefully places the block of foam into a bucket filled with water, letting it sit for five or more minutes to ensure that there are no air bubbles.

The cabinets that cover the walls are filled with floral tools, mainly buckets, baskets, vases, floral food, and different shapes of floral foam. They are within easy reach for Felicity, but she still carries around a stool to make sure she doesn't accidentally hurt herself when trying to reach them.

The drawers in this room carry more floral tools for the katkin to work with. Floral knives, scissors, wire snips, tape, thorn strippers, pins, and more find themselves being stored away. Ribbon, floral wire, paper, plastic wrapping, and pencils can also be found if you are able to look in the correct drawer. Felicity has everything necessary to create a lovely arrangement, whether it's a simple basket full of flowers, a corsage, or even a flower crown.

The wooden working tables always has something on top of it at all times. Whether it's binders from the cashier section of the other room, cut flowers and foliage, or tools, something is bound to be found on it.

Selling floor #2
This floor is nearly identical to the first floor, except for the fact that it's much larger in size. Different styles of floral arrangements can be found on shelves in this room. Customers can look outside the large, vine-covered windows to see the street in front of the building as well as the rest of the village. Scented floral arrangements can also be found in the very back of the room as they give off a strong, sweet scent that might not always appease a customer.

This room is brightly lit, just like the rest of the building. The sun usually shines through the large windows as well, giving the shop's interior a soft look. The brightness often helps customers have their gaze attracted to the even brighter colors of the flowers and foliage. The blandness and simpleness of the room helps put more emphasis on the arrangements as well.

Personality
Felicity is a polite and caring katkin. She always tries her best to put others before her, especially if she feels like they deserve such treatment. She's a hardworking type of person who always tries her best when given a specific task. While she does love working and keeping herself busy in general, she is known to get tired from all of the effort she puts into her work quite often. She's fairly independent when it comes to her occupation, but she isn't afraid to ask for help when she truly does need it.

Unlike her sweet appearance, Felicity is often blunt with words. It's not that Felicity doesn't have a filter; she just doesn't like sugarcoating her sentences or lying to other people. She feels that it often does them a disservice instead of helping them or making them feel better. She refuses to lie even when when someone requests her to. Felicity isn't naive or oblivious about the world and how it works, and she doesn't want others to do the same. She values truths and honesty over everything else, making sure that she can get it across clearly.

She's perfectly fine with receiving and giving compliments as long as they're respectable, truthful, humble, and at an appropriate time. She personally loves supporting those around her whenever she can if she believes she deserves the applause for their hard work. She can be easily impressed at times, especially when it comes to floral work. She loves supporting fellow florists and will try her best to help them fix an arrangement if they ask for her to do so. She always wants to make sure others can learn from her if they really, truly want to. While she admits that she's not the best at teaching by using words, she can certainly show someone how to do something visually by demonstrating it herself.

- Making daisy chains
- Karaoke
- Sketching
- Making outfits
- Going on short strolls
- Tasting foods
- Painting
- Listening to jazz
- Attempting to dance
- Reading comics
- Watching cartoons
- Sewing miniature dolls
- Helping her parents

Inspirations
-Her parents-
Felicity's parents have always encouraged her to do what she's passionate about. They've taught her to have good work ethics and how to take care of the land. Her parents are the first one who introduced her to the natural world and loving the earth below their paws.
-Nature-
Felicity loves how organic everything is about nature. She loves it's fluidity and how it's able to easily adapt to any sort of situation. She tries her best to be similar to mother nature. Since nothing can stop its force, nothing should be able to stop her permanently in her tracks either. She also appreciates the abundance of color and texture provided by wildlife.
-Fashion-
Felicity always tries to make her arrangements match with differing fashion styles. While she's all about the 1920s sense of style, she realizes that it might not suit others all that well. That's why she's always happy when she gets the chance to make personal arrangements for people who have a different taste than hers. By doing these arrangements, she learns more about the world itself and, she hopes, that more people will adore her creations too.