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finally updated dolce's application!
just in time for her birthday, too!  

                                                                                                                                                           

██ ■. ❝ & ✦ YOU SAID → IT WAS LIKE FIRE AROUND THE BRIM

                                                                                ^{burning solid, burning thin the burning rim ◇ act one}
                                                                                                                                                           

█ NAME: Dolce Bakewell
█ ALIAS: Dolc, Dodo
█ SEX: Female
█ AGE: Twenty One
█ SPECIES: Human
█ HEIGHT: 5'1 ft / 155 cm
█ WEIGHT: 110 lbs / 49 kg
█ BIRTHDAY: Spring 4th
█ ORIENTATION: Bisexual

█ JOB: Potion Maker

Ah, just what Dolce needs, a job where she learns about the thing she likes most: potions! Though Dolce may
botch a few potions during her strange experiments, she can be surprisingly focused when it comes to brewing
her concoctions.

❤ LOVED GIFTS

”Finally, the good stuff! Where've you been hiding this?“

█ fizzy drinks
█ pastries
█ roast beef
█ herbs
█ cosmetics

✦ LIKED GIFTS

”This just tickles me pink!“

█ ribbons
█ animals
█ crayons
█ yarn

❉ DISLIKED GIFTS

”Geh..are you trying to play a trick on me?“

█ perfume
█ incense
█ firewood

✖ HATED GIFTS

”Get out.“

█ chocolate
█ flowers

                                                                                                                                                            

██ ■. ❝ ✦ LIKE STARS BURNING HOLES → RIGHT THROUGH THE DARK

                                                                                 ^{flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes ◇ act two}
                                                                                                                                                            

PERSONALITY:

█ capricious
█ insensitive
█ flippant
█ whimsical
█ amiable
█ flexible
█ mischievous

It is quite easy to mistake Dolce’s earnest smile and friendly demeanor as kindness. With her short stature and
unassuming stare, she is hardly a candidate for suspicion of any sort. As time passes, however, and if one has
spent more than a passing greeting’s moment with her, Dolce's true nature becomes glaringly obvious.

While Dolce’s intentions are not dishonest, she is by no means a first rate person. She's egocentric to a tee; her
only priority is herself. Anyone else’s feelings don’t matter to her, and she is often told (rather ominously) that
her inconsiderate way of life will spell her doom if she keeps with it—a warning that she never takes to heart.  
What's most important to Dolce is not her well-being, but that she is entertained. Though it is easy enough to
excite her, it is hard to keep her attention focused on any one thing at a time. The girl is fickle, and her interests
change as frequently as the weather; it is extremely rare for her to enjoy something longer than a few minutes.
As a result, Dolce is a high-energy individual, and others find it hard to keep up with her, especially because
she's adamant on going her own pace. Many a person will find themselves whisked along on a frivolous escapade
with her, off to discover treasure or find a frog prince. Though it is amusing to fool around and mind nothing at
first, her accompaniment will soon realize that she has no intention of stopping, and that she pays little mind to
their feelings.

Dolce maintains the belief that if she doesn't get attached to others, it will hurt less when they leave. Thus, the
connections she establishes with people are often shallow, if not completely nonexistent. Despite her mindset,
she is not bitter in any way, shape or form. She simply believes that this is how the world works, and can't
comprehend why others would ever want to develop emotional attachment to others. In fact, Dolce consistently
remains cheerful, as she never takes anything (or anyone) seriously, often laughing or shrugging things off,
even in serious situations, making her surprisingly adaptable to unexpected events, like, say, a potion or two
blowing up.

HISTORY:

Dolce's disregard for emotional attachment isn't just some bizarre occurrence; much of it has to do with the way
she grew up. After all, what can you do if you've lived in a town that has always had constantly changing
inhabitants? Puffville is a tourist town that boasts a startlingly large collection of sweets related art pieces.
In fact, the town is so proud of its "dessert curation" that it began the tradition of naming its inhabitants after
pastries and candy. People would often visit there to browse its extensive collection, staying for a week or two in
one of Puffville's various inns, only to depart soon after, never setting foot in the sweets village again. Growing
up in a town where everything changes and nothing stays as it is, Dolce learned not to sweat the small stuff and
just went with the flow of things, never stopping to ponder on the past. What good was making friends when they
left days after, never to be seen again? She didn't need to spend time worrying about other people; all she had to
do was have fun— and you only had to have one person to do that.

And so, Dolce grew up relatively uneventfully. She caused mischief when she was bored (which was often), helped
her parents out around in their inn (not so often), and tried to explore the town, though her Puffville Expedition
quickly ran out of steam (there's only so much one can discover in a town with a population of 500), and she
became discontented with her situation. This was when, by chance, a traveling merchant set up shop on Main
Street. Curious, a fifteen year old Dolce approached him.

"Hey mister, what're you selling?"

The merchant chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with devilry, "My dear, I am selling magic." He then gestured to a
stack of leathery journals and various suspicious looking knick-knacks, "Go on. Take a look."

And so it began. Dolce's desire to know what this so called "magic" was prompted her to purchase one of the
merchant's tomes. Upon opening the leather-bound book, she was surprised to find out that what she had really
purchased was a potion making guide; in her hurry to discover what magic was, she'd forgotten to read the label on
the journal. Waving her mistake aside, Dolce dove into its pages. It was the first time something had held her
attention for so long. That was it; Dolce was hooked. Potions were fascinating! They were unpredictable and never
ceased to amaze her. Dolce wanted to know more. She wanted to discover as many potions as she could. Thus, a
year later, Dolce left the small Puffville, and set out to explore the world. She traveled from place to place, picking
up pointers about herbs and slowly began to refine her brewing skills. When a twenty year old Dolce returned to her
hometown for her yearly visit, her mother handed her a small, but colorful envelope, advertising a town from a
region she'd never been to before. The decision took less than a second.

"I'm going to Toffee Town!"

And off she went on the Eclair Express, suitcases balanced clumsily in her arms and an impish sparkle in her eyes.

                                                                                                                                                            

██ ■. ❝ ✦ THEY COULDN'T THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY → THE DAY YOU BURST

                                                                               ^{with all their lions, all their might, and all their thirst ◇ act three}
                                                                                                                                                            

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

█ Her eyebrows are not natural; she shaves them into hearts.
█ Under Dolce's suspender skirt is a collection of stringed bags where she stores her herbs.
█ Her hair is a result of a botched potion. She loves it.
█ She values looking cute over being comfy.
█ She is polyromantic / polysexual!
█ Dolce has a pollen allergy. As such, she sometimes wears a cold mask in the spring.
█ Dolce's voice claim
█ She is a glutton who enjoys most foods.
█ Her parents are avid fans of chocolate; there are boxes of it in her old home.

ROLEPLAY METHODS

█ SKYPE
█ DOCS
█ DISCORD