[RadioactiveRenegade]

username;
name;
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what's their hobby & how'd they get into it? (min. 150 words & max. 700 words)
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[⸙❜◌┊Ren]

username;
angeldog5133
Name;
Bell
Gender;
Female
What's their hobby & how'd they get into it? (min. 150 words & max. 700 words)
(optional) extra; (400 words or 1 piece of art)
Res with baking, owns a deer themed cafe

[Imagine_Ink]

username; The Dragon Collector
name; Felix
gender; Male
what's their hobby & how'd they get into it? (min. 150 words & max. 700 words)
(optional) extra; (400 words or 1 piece of art)

Felix Winterbourne- The last living heir to the Winterbourne fortune, mansions, and legacy. For centuries, this family has been the most highly respected House in all of Europe.

When Felix was handed all that responsibility when his parents went to Bora Bora, he was unsure how to handle it. Was he supposed to throw lavish parties, and impress the nobility of Europe? He hated the expectations, and vast amounts of money he didn't know what to do with.

He was unsure, until he saw Charity.

It was a brisk Christmas Eve night. He was walking through a small village, deep in his thoughts, until a soft tinkling drifted to his ears. He raised his head and looked around, immediately spotting the little viscling carrying it. She was dressed raggedly, shivering in the wind. But, she bounded around to passing viscets, asking for donations to the poor with the world's largest smile.

Felix watched her for a while, mesmerized. How as it that she was able to force herself to stand out in the cold, asking for a simple donations? Felix could not move. Not until a voice called “Charity!” The little viscling darted off with a swish of her tail, leaving Felix standing in the dim light.

He felt something, deep in his core. No one should have to live like that, begging in the cold while dressed in barely suitable rags.

Charity. Charity. Charity.

Felix gasped. His vast amounts of fortune. The useless decorations lying in the house. He could do something. Felix dashed off, his heart racing as he sprinted home.

The next morning, the town was in shock. A massive Christmas tree had been reacted in the center of town, surrounded by heaping mounds of presents. Each one was beautifully wrapped, each addressed to every Viscet in the town. Visclings darted around, brandishing their new gifts. Laughter echoed throughout the town as those who never even expected to receive anything opened a gift specifically for them.

Only one Viscet had a different message from everyone else. Little Charity had a note attached to hers.

‘Thank you for showing me the true meaning of the Holidays. I hope this helps.

-F’

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After five years, Felix is now the head of the “Art of Giving’ Charity Foundation. With most of his fortune still left, Felix has no trouble funding his company. But somehow, even though he never asks for it, the company somehow still receives massive donations every year.

He never forgot the Viscet who inspired this project. His inspiration day in and day out is Charity, who never was stopped by her lack of anything to give everything she had to others.

His hobby is so much more than just a hobby. It's his life, his passion, his way of giving back to the world. And it never would've been happened if he hadn't been inspired by a small act of charity

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[tenlittlesoldierboys]

username;

tenlittlesoldierboys

name;

Sidonie

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female

what's their hobby & how'd they get into it?


"Are you an angel, miss?"
Her laughter was as soft and bright as the sound of the bell on her tail. She looked down at the small Viscling at her feet, smiling.
"Oh no, darling. I'm afraid I am not."
Snowflakes were getting caught in her pelt, slowly melting, as she reached down to grab one of the gift packages, that she was carrying around on a wooden trolley. Down the road the bell of the church was striking five. It had gotten dark and the rural christmas scenery was lit only by the street lamps and the lantern, that Sidonie had with her, now resting on a snowed-in bench, so she had both paws free.
She chose one, dark blue paper with golden stars, twinkling in the light of the lantern, and gave it to the Viscling, who smiled shily at her.
"I am just another Viscetkind. As we all are."
The snowflakes on her shawl glistered and it seemed, as if she was surrounded by stardust - or thousands of tiny stars, fallen from heaven.
Sidonie was a beautiful sight to behold, but none of the Visclings surrounding her, were paying her much attention. They all were busy opening the gifts, that the friendly female had offered them. Out of carefully hand-crafted packages they drew apples, oranges, nuts, chocolate, gingerbread and tiny toys.
In the village she lived, Sidonie was barely known - many mysteries surrounded the appearance of the elegant female. The children loved to say that she was an angel or a fairy; and while the adult Viscets were mostly found to shake their heads and laugh, even they had to wonder.
During most of the year, she was rarely ever seen. Like a famililar cryptid, she lived amongst the others and once in a while, she could be spotted shopping on the weekly market or found enjoying a cup of tea and some biskuits at the old bakery. When she was greeted, she would smile warmly, but she would always disappear as fast as she came.
Only during holiday season, she was an omnipresent figure within the streets of the town. Snow in her fur, the lantern in one paw and pulling her trolley with the other, Sidonie would walk around, handing out gifts to anyone she met; rarely talking, mostly smiling. It seemed to make her happy, and it really did.
In fact, Sidonie created all of these packages herself, it was, what brought her most joy: Crafting bags out of different kinds of paper and decorating them with all she could think of. Cut out stars and hearts and animal shapes, glitter and bows, felted snowmen. Every single package was created with love and filled with delicious treats and toys. The toys were mostly wood, she would craft them herself as well.
The manual labor was important to her, as it remembered her of a time, when she had nothing.
"Like the little girl with the matches."
She liked to say. But instead of Death getting a hold of her, she was saved. Saved by a friendly figure that she can barely remember anymore - except for the name: Nicholas. He had gifted her a baked apple, warm and delicious, and then he took her with her and gave her a home. She used to have nothing and now she had everything.
Nonetheless, it was important for her to never forget how lucky she had been. And after Nicholas had deceased, in his memory she had started to become her own version of him. Whenever she saw a smile on the Visclings faces, when they opened their gifts, she remembered her own smile and the smile Nicholas has granted her. To her, he had been a Saint. It was her duty now, to remember him.

[DiamondDogg]

username; DiamondDogg
name; Toffee
gender; Female

what's their hobby & how'd they get into it?

Toffee's hobby is making hot cocoa, coffee, and other warm drinks in her small, self-owned, shop, named Toffee's Warm Brews. She got into making warm drinks when she was young, always making coffee and tea in a small roadside shop she had to make some money for her coat she currently wears. She enjoyed making the drinks, and everyone always paid extra because of their amazing taste. She also has a few warm foods in her shop, including muffins, soups, and snow cones during the summer.

She enjoys serving, and hopes to pass it down to any children she has, teaching them exactly how to make everything. She has written a book for her children and their children on how to make her special recipes. She hopes that they will take it over, and even add their own touches to the shop, such as their own recipes or decorations, even repaint it. She loves the shop, and hopes it never goes away, nor does the community.

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[Gadgetrocks]

username; Gadgetrocks
name; Gerta
gender; Female
what's their hobby & how'd they get into it?
Making her famous “snickdoodle bark” cookies, snickerdoodles dipped in peppermint bark, and delivering them to nieghhors

Gerta brushed the remaining flour off her paws, listening for the sound of the small stove to be done.
"Ding!" A lot high, jingle bell should resonated from the other side of the kitchen. She practically leaped across the kitchen, grabbing an oven not and swinging the door open. The hot steam that came from the oven smelled amazing, like cookies and cinnamon, like love and warmth. She took the trays out, looking at the small snickerdoodle cookies that lay before her, more of the delicious cinnamonn smell greeting her nose.
"Perfect." She left them to cool, hopping over to the counter where she had left some white chocolate to melt in a bowl of hot water. She took the smaller inner bowl with the creamy chocolate out, and put it on the counter next to her . Finally, she took out the bag of peppermint candies she's bought the day before, crushing them into large chunks with a motar and pestle. She poured the chunks of green and red and white candy into the chocolate, giving it a quick stir with a large wooden spoon. She rushed back to her now more cool cookies, taking the tray carefully over the the counter where the unhardened peppermint bark was. One by one she dipped the cookies delicately into the bark, leaving only the half she grabbed the cookies by exposed. Soon they were done, and she filled her mother's old wicker basket with them, giving the still warm cookies in a cloth. She headed for the door, the bell on her tail jingling as she slipped her poncho over her shoulders. She marched out into the freezing day, snowflakes melting once the landed on the basket, cold air stinging Gerta's nose. She carried on to her neighbors house, knocking on the door with the paw not grasping the basket. The door creaked open, the viscet's face lighting up with delight when they saw Gerta at the door.
"Happy winter!" She exclaimed, handing a bunch of cookies to the grinning viscet.
"Thank you Gerta, you always bring joy to us, no matter how cold it is. It's admirable." Great thanked them, making her way down the streets of her town, handing out cookies to every home, every store, every cold stranger walking down the street. She finally completed her loop of town, the few cookies she still has cool, her pelt and poncho nearly soaked from melted snow. She collapsed into her couch, taking the wet coat off and hanging it hear the fire, which she lit. Listening to the crackle of the burning logs, she remembered back to when she first started baking, as a viscetling with her mother. She mother taught her how to roll the snickerdoodles, sprinkle them with just enough cinnamon. The dipping them in peppermint bark was just a happy accident when young Gerta fumbled with a cookie she was eating and dropped it into the fresh still hardening bark her parents had made. She remembered how her mother taught her to always be a kind, good hearted person, to everything, to her family, to strangers, to the rabbits she'd chase as a young 'cet. She remembered the first time her mother and father brought her to deliver cookies to the neighbors but then visted the whole town, which she'd never stopped after that. As she fell into a warm and relaxed sleep on a fridgid day, she knew her tradition would never change.

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[Rescue2001]

Username; rescue2001
Name; Cinnamon ( everyone calls her Cinny though )
Gender; female
What's their hobby & how'd they get into it?;
Glassblowing or making glass objects. She loves making things out of glass, like little figurines or glassblowing she just loves how cool it is and looks. They are also so satisfying and calming to make. She first heard/saw it watching random facebook videos (of course lol). She decided to try it one day with her best friend and she just fell in love with doing it. Every year she makes something for everyone she cares about for either their birthday or Christmas and each year she tries something new whether it be just a new type of figurine or a new technique. she even reserves one day each month to blow glass with her best friend and she has so much fun each time she does it. There is always something new for her to learn in which also is why she likes it so much. Probably her most favorite things to make out of glass are blown glass animal figurines she just loves how cute they look, Example.
Extra; art