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Name: Maxwell
Gender: Male
Scent: Spilled Inkwell
Relatives: Chore (cousin) - Owned by AsoraamFeire
Pastimes: Art, writing bad poems, baking with Mystic.
Perso/Bio: Maxwell takes up a lot of space, he always walks in the middle of any path, sits in a way that makes him hill up doubly as much space as he needs to, and he is always smacking things with his tail by accident. He is always smacking his paints over with his tail and so his house and himself always have some sort of stain. This is all due to the fact he doesn't watch where his tail goes and so he's always poking people in the face as well. Maxwell doesn't like going out, he finds being comfy in his house to be fine. He also loves to bake but gets distracted easily, so mostly the food burns.
Original outline: He makes up lies about unimportant things for no reason and often interrupts people while they are talking. He always walks in the middle of any path and refuses to walk to either side. He spills things very often, and almost always has some sort of stain. He doesnt watch where his tail goes and hits people in the face a lot. His floor is covered in stains. He doesnt go out much, but when he does its generally to meet his friend Mystic or to get paint.
6/16/2020
Maxwell wanders through the Festival Grounds, attempting to find something interesting. He hasn't really explored here before but he hopes to find something interesting. He's searching around but it's proving to be a difficult task. He's so caught up in his work, he doesn't notice the sun's heat until he's panting. A soft and relaxing voice catches his attention. He turns and sees a lyth with a vibrant coral toned mane with stripes. He's quite pretty, but surprisingly smells a little odd. Almost like he just came out of the ocean only moments ago. He can't really understand what he's saying, but Maxwell sees that he's being offered a few bottles of water. He realizes he's thirsty and chugs down two of them before he looks over towards the lyth again. He's gone! He's confused as he looks down at the remaining items. Surely he couldn't have imagined the stranger?
6/28/2020
Maxwell wanders around the Festival Grounds, but it's pretty quiet today. Barely anyone is visiting, and even the stall owners seem like they'd rather be somewhere else. He's bored out of his mind, so he starts going through discarded boxes and crates that are littered around the grounds. Paper, nothing, trash, broken pictures, discarded objects of little value, some shiny stuff... In one of the last crates he finds, a few containers are inside! He ends up plucking a bottle of water and a small bottle of honey! Delicious and refreshing.
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