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The Resilience
A New Dawn |
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Stating interest in Bellamy. Will keep him in Bloodclan but will probably develop his character into one who has been strengthened because of his past, which I will develop also, and develop his self-confidence as well, though slowly. You can see where I will start him off in the roleplay sample.
Can't find an RP sample so I'll make one up: Bellamy raced through the forest at full-pelt, heart racing, panic and adrenaline flooding his body like rain flooding puddles. Suddenly a shadow emerged from the brambles in front of him, crashing into him, sending him flying. He looked up, dazed and terrified as the shape moved deliberately towards him, closer and closer but never coming into focus. Then he felt hot breath on his ear and the words were whispered, the words he had heard but once, and yet kept repeating themselves over and over in his mind. The words that had ruined his life. A weight landed on his throat as needles stabbed into his neck. He whimpered because of the pain, squeezed his eyes shut really tight. But the pain stopped. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and was affronted by the harsh afternoon light streaming into his den, piercing and malignant like the claws of his foe. It occurred to him that it had only been another dream, that he had awoken and was physically unharmed. Mentally, however, he wasn't sure anything was fine. He was slowly losing his mind.
