Name:
Guinevere Farley

Age:
24

Birthday:
Winter 12

Occupation:
Tailor

Sexual Orientation:
Asexual

Background:
Born and Raised in Bellview, Guinevere grew up on her parent's farm a little ways from the town. Cotton and flowers were the main crops grown, which could in turn be used to make fabric and dyes. Her Mother was the crafty one, staying inside and making clothing with the help of Guinevere, while her Father tended to the crops with... the help... of Guinevere. Very busy child. On Saturday mornings, Guinevere and her mother would go to the church plaza and sell off fabrics, clothing, or raw materials to the other towns people. In the late afternoon, they would sell what remained to the shops and head home.

Home-life was seemingly perfect, minus the occasional banter from her parents, or her own with them. In Guinevere's late teens, her father passed away in the Summer due to overworking himself in the heat and never stopping for a break. That man was stubborn... Guinevere tried her best to keep with the crops, but their stock was fading quickly, and so was their money. They agreed on selling the farm and moved into town in a small home. Guinevere took a job at the local Tailors and there developed her interest even more in creating clothing.

Now, at the age of 24, Guinevere works full-time as the only Seamstress in Bellview. Her mother stays at their small home, in bed for the most part, falling ill a year ago. Guinevere takes care of the best she can, considering taking up a second job, if that's even possible. She still goes to the Church plaza every Saturday morning, as tradition, selling a few things she's made on her own accord.

Personality:
Hopeful, optimistic, stubborn (Thanks, Dad.), perfectionist, friendly

Likes:
Tbd

Dislikes:
Tbd



Appearance:
Standing in at 5'3", 138 lbs, has a pale complexion due to staying inside for the most part. Guinevere has never towered over anyone, or has come off as intimidating with her short stature and chubby body. Her hair is an average shade of brunette, meeting at her shoulder blades as a mess of waves and curls, typically up in an equally messy bun. Her eyes are a muted greenish grey, covered by her glasses worn from straining her eyes sewing countless mornings, afternoons, and nights. Some say she would have a cute face, others say it's average, with it's round shape and downturned eyes, small nose and mouth. Her clothing of choice is usually a loose tank top under a sweater paired with jeans.

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Name:
Miu "Mimi" Niwatori

Birthday:
Summer 2

Age:
Eighteen

Occupation:
Chicken Farmer

Sexual Orientation:
Straight

Likes:
Chickens. Sweets. Adventures. Being Outside. Swimming. Napping.

Dislikes:
Eggs. Bugs. Bossy People. Waking Up Early. Tomatoes. Winter.

Personality:
Witty. Hard Working. Adventurous. Caring. Family Oriented. Spunky. Curious.

Background:
The Niwatori family had been in this town for as long as anyone could remember. Mr. Niwatori's late father had established a small farm up near the base of the mountains for people to trade and buy feathered friends as they pleased. At his passing, Mr. Niwatori took the business into his own hands with the help of his stern but generous wife. It was hard the first few years, but once Mr. Niwatori got the hang of things business couldn't be better and their family couldn't be happier. At least that is what everyone in town thought. Behind closed doors, the two desperately wanted a child, year after year they prayed to the Goddess to bring them a child. But their prayers were not answered.

Finally the couple traveled to the Goddess with their finest chicken and one rare golden egg. Offering the Goddess these gifts, he asked once more for her to bless them with a child. One year later, the wish had came true, and into the world came Miu. Miu Niwatori.

Granted, they really wanted a boy, but a little girl would have to do.

Years went by as the girl grew, learning everything there was to know about the farm, being a lady (though she sometimes doesn't always enjoy those things), and just appreciating the land. Mimi's father and mother had raised her well, and she began her own little business running a chicken farm down the road from her parents. There she collected and sold eggs to the people in town, raking in quite the profit for herself here and there. Mostly she just enjoyed the idea of having something to do, mostly.

For now Miu just lives day to day, hoping someone will come along and bring some adventure into her life.

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Name:
Sierra Hamilton

Birth Date:
Fall 30

Age:
22

Occupation:
Miner

Background:
Sierra was born in a town on the mainland. Sierra's father used to be the foreman of the town's mine. A series of unfortunate cave-ins and accidents as well as a sudden inability to locate rich ore deposits led to the mine being deemed exhausted and subsequently shut down. When Sierra was 10, the Hamilton's moved to the city where Sierra's father became a factory worker, while her mother became a teacher, though previously she had been a homemaker. In her hometown, Sierra had been able to spend plenty of time with both parents, but in the city, they needed to both have jobs to support the high cost of living. Sierra felt neglected and kept to herself, blaming the mine's closure for her misfortune and the exhaustion she saw in both her parents' attempts at trying to earn a living wage. Upon graduating high school, Sierra took hard labor jobs to help contribute to the family, knowing they didn't have enough to send her to college. One day, her parents surprised her with some money that they had been saving up. They remembered how much happier she was in the town she was born, and they had saved this money so that she could start a new life and make her way in the world back. They convinced her that they made enough to take care of themselves, and that Sierra deserved a chance at freedom from the city and to see the world. She first went back to her hometown and saw that it had been more-or-less abandoned. Asking around, it turned out that it had fallen on hard times, and when large corporations moved in to develop it, the citizens said, 'no' because they wanted to keep it natural. The corporations left the town to its own devices, but it eventually started losing business and population started dwindling. Sierra then turned towards Bellview Island, hoping that she could strike it rich in the mountain, save her parents from the city, and let them retire in peace, comfort and dignity.

Personality:
Sierra has been described as someone with a 'mind of metal and wheels', though that is not to say that she has a heart of stone. Sierra simply desires practicality and efficiency, which may come off as a need to control. She lives a simple life, feeling that excess dulls the mind and weakens the body. Sierra shows care through action instead of words, so while she's terrible at comforting people, she may attempt to solve their problem or simply do chores around their house for them. She derives self-worth from being useful to others. She secretly, and not-so-secretly, judges others positively based on their usefulness and negatively based on their extravagance, and doesn't trust those who are rich or have lived a comfortable life. Sierra believes that the prosperity of Bellview Island lies under the earth rather than above it and seeks to save Bellview Island from the fate that befell her hometown by finding a motherlode in the mines. If she is unable to succeed at that, she would resort to 'saving' Bellview through modernization and industrialization, putting her at odds with those who would prefer to keep the island natural and pastoral. Sierra doesn't believe in the Harvest Goddess, or the supernatural. Sierra is also something of a penny-pincher having lived a relatively poor life. She likes simple foods that give her long-lasting energy and foods that don't spoil. She often conflates enjoyment and decoration with decadence and opulence.

Appearance:
Sierra has dark skin, long black hair, and critical red eyes. She wears plain workman's clothing and chooses utility over style or fashion.



And in true Harvest Moon fashion:

Likes:
Rice balls, butter, cooking oil, bread, potatoes, corn, salted fish, hard boiled eggs, milk, cheese, pickles, preserved foods, sandwiches. All ores and gems. Tools.

Dislikes:
Sweets, fresh fruits, fresh vegetables. All flowers and grasses.

Mason Lee

Spring 21

27

Cattle Rancher and Former State Bull Riding Champion

Heteroflexible

Mason was always a misfit in school. Terrible grades and even worse coordination on the football field. All the other kids called him a spazz and talked shit about him constantly. They didn't dare confront him though, for he was big for his age. He didn't care, for city life held no joy nor significance for him. Ever since he was a child he knew he would live out in the country, away from the craziness of the city. His fathers best friends cattle farm was his favourite place in the world.

His father brought him out to the cattle farm every weekend with him. Mason was left to wonder around at his leisure, with the farmers cattle dog in tow. It was during one of these weekends at the farm that Mason discovered his passion. He was surprised to discover that an older boy just a few years older than himself was riding mean old Brutus, the bull. Surprised and stunned. Mason himself was scared to death of Brutus and dared not enter his pen, ever. It was at the age of fourteen that Mason decided he wanted to be a bull rider. This older boy soon became his mentor and his best friend, who taught him the basics of bull riding. It was quite a steep learning curve but in just a few short years Mason became quite an adept bull rider.

He entered every state championship every year from the age of seventeen and finally came first at the age twenty two. Mason went on to the national championship later that year. It was at the nationals that he suffered an injury that ended his bull riding career forever. He was thrown off of a particularly ornery bull and landed awkwardly, injuring his back in the process. He achieved third place, which was a great achievement at nationals, but he had to be taken away by ambulance right away. Mason was devastated to learn that he will never ride a bull again for his back would never be as strong as it used to be, ever again. He continued working on his fathers friends farm but it was obvious to all that his heart was broken.

Out of pity, trust, and respect, his fathers friend, Vaughn, offered him a rare opportunity. He tasked Mason with the responsibility of finding another town to set up his second cattle ranch. This new cattle ranch will be run by Mason himself. His first task was to find a town that was to his liking. Mason couldn't believe his luck. He was happier than he had ever been. Not even winning state and placing third in nationals compared to this.

At the age of twenty five Mason set off on his odyssey across the country, trying to find the perfect town, for his perfect ranch, for his perfect life. After two years of travelling he ended up in the quaint little town of Bellview village. Mason decided to stay at a cozy little mom and pop style motel. It was time to find out what Bellview village had to offer.

An old country boy at heart, Mason Lee is a man of simple needs and strong urges. He likes drinking with friends at the pub, riding horses, chopping wood, and listening to a fusion of rock and country music. He also has a weakness for ladies whom are both shapely of leg and ample of bosom. He left a trail of broken hearts during his journey across the country and even a couple back in his home town. Softly spoken yet eloquent and poetic, his charm is unquestionable.

Beneath his calm, laid back, and devil may care exterior, lies a terrible temper. He rarely ever unleashes it on people but he has been known to break property in seemingly random fits of violent rage. He can be insensitive and more than a little arrogant. These traits have gotten him into many a bar brawl and many a violent altercation with jealous boyfriends. Wherever he goes, trouble seems to follow.

Despite all this Mason Lee has proven himself to be a capable leader and a hard worker. It seems though that Masons time on the road has made him more wild and carefree than he used to be. Can Bellview Village possibly hope to tame his heart?

A lean and semi muscular caucasian man in his mid to late twenties. Short blonde hair, whispy facial hair, and grey eyes. He stands at 6'0 feet tall.