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hello, and welcome to my form for Lumiera
#19. I am teacat., a current non-owner.
I hope you enjoy my form, and sorry that
it may not be the best.
Anyways, I wish good luck to everybody else participating,
and early congratulations to the winner of this
Lumiera!
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ａ ｗｏｌｆ ａｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｄｏｏｒ ｆｏｒ ｄｉｎｎｅｒ！
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ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ
teacat.
ɴᴀᴍᴇ
This Lumiera's name is Felicity.
ᴀɢᴇ
Felicity is sixteen years old.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Felicity is a female (she/her).
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Felicity is rather fickle, and unpredictable. The Lumiera likes to play tricks on her friends, which often confuses them whether or not she actually likes them or wants to 'pick' on them, and finds amusement from tricking them.
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜɪs Lᴜᴍɪᴇʀᴀ ʟɪᴠᴇ?
She lives in a small caravan, though spends most of her time outside in the forest she and her caravan stays in. You can often find her wandering through the misty forests at the breaking dawn, and sometimes even earlier, carrying a lantern with her to help guide her way through.
The caravan she lives in, although looks uncomfortably small and tight on the outside, is quite spacey, but cosy and warm, on the inside. A sweet smell of jasmine clings to the inside of the caravan, always welcoming a newcomer with a fresh smell. Inside, all of Felicity's belongings from the past fifteen years of her life are hidden and tucked into every corner, memories stored in jars and boxes, hand-made clothing and jewelry creeping out from their hiding places.
