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[h3][color=1a7b30]|| NAME ||[/color][/h3]
[color=82ca9d]Casey MacArthur[/color]

[h3][color=1a7b30]|| AGE ||[/color][/h3]
[color=82ca9d]25[/color]

[h3][color=1a7b30]|| GENDER ||[/color][/h3]
[color=82ca9d]Cis female[/color]

[h3][color=1a7b30]|| SPECIES ||[/color][/h3]
[color=82ca9d]Human[/color]

[h3][color=1a7b30]|| BIO ||[/color][/h3]
[color=82ca9d]Just your average small town dreamer, Casey’s life hasn’t ever been very remarkable. Not much happens in Greengrove, save for the occasional wild animal that comes a bit too close to town for comfort. Casey grew up with her mother and father as an only child. Her parents ran an antiques shop downtown, the same one her family had run for three generations, and much of her free time during her childhood was spent helping in the shop and learning the ins and outs of the business for the inevitable day she would inherit the shop.
Moving items, assessing value, creating price tags, handing out flyers… None of it was very interesting to her, but she did it without question, not wanting to disappoint her parents. The only part about the antique shop that she liked was the various paintings they sold. Casey loved the way artists were able to capture a moment in time, to preserve a feeling of their own and share it through paints or pencils, to influence people’s emotions without a single word. She began to pursue art, drawing and painting everything she saw in the hopes of gaining that seemingly magical ability that artists had to create something from nothing. She dreamed of one day being able to call herself an artist and share her art with the world.
Unfortunately, although she went to school to study art and art history, Casey never got further than that. Her father passed away due to cancer, her mother having died while she was in college, and Casey was left with the posthumous expectation that she would continue the family business. Nowadays, she lives alone in a small house she inherited from her parents on the edge of town and mans the shop five days a week, although she spends much of her spare time painting and hiking through the woods.[/color]

[h3][color=1a7b30]|| PERSONALITY ||[/color][/h3]
|| Gentle ||
[color=82ca9d]Even from a young age, Casey was softhearted. She would go around picking worms off the sidewalk after the rain or using her own money to buy birdseed to fill the bird feeders in the public park. She doesn’t go out of her way to display kindness, as she would rather stay mostly unnoticed, tending to do things like bring cupcakes for everyone on finals day but simply leaving them in the classroom with a note and not saying who it was from.[/color]

|| Submissive || 
[color=82ca9d]Casey is the sort of person who will agree with people simply to keep them happy. Just like how she put away her dreams of being an artist to run the antique shop in order not to upset her parents, Casey will often put her own wants and needs on hold to please others. This means people tend to use her for their own means, often treating her as a stepping stone for their own endeavors.[/color]

|| Anxious ||
[color=82ca9d]While she might not spend all her time worrying about the sky falling down on her, Casey is still a bit of an anxious mess. It’s the sort of anxiety that is more like an undercurrent than anything distinct, almost solely presenting itself in her fidgeting and flighty nature, as well as a vague jumpiness. She can typically operate just fine and mostly comes off as “normal”, but oftentimes when she isn’t doing anything in particular or is simply thinking she will subconsciously pull at her hair or shift in place.[/color]

|| Liar ||
[color=82ca9d]Although this trait is often seen as malicious, Casey isn’t a liar due to ill will. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. She constantly lies to save people’s feelings and keep others happy, a tendency which can cause her quite a bit of trouble. Her desperate desire to be completely normal and conform to the world’s standards also means she lies in order to cover up everyday mistakes. Unfortunately, these white lies tend to create a snowball effect, piling up into a mountain of unintentional deceit that comes back to bite her in the ass.[/color]

|| Nature Enthusiast ||
[color=82ca9d]An avid hiker and birder, Casey loves spending time in the forest. One of her favorite pastimes is exploring the woods in search of things to draw or paint. Sometimes she will spend hours in the woods, doing nothing but sitting and listening to the living world around her. She has a nice garden at home that she is very proud of, and she has been known to do things like help baby birds back into their nests.[/color]
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