07-10-2018, 09:17 PM
[div style="width: 450px; margin: auto; text-align: justify"]wax knew that, since he was deputy now, he had to be able to preform his duties. he had to be able to lead patrols, had to hunt, had to.. do whatever it was deputies did. he wasn’t quite sure yet. either way, to be of any use to windclan, he would need to- god forbid- leave camp.
he had decided that today would be the day. he would leave camp, he would explore, he would, he had to. he was stood at the camp entrabce like he always was when he was thinking about it. some of the elders were sat nearby, watching him curiously, watching as he closed his eyes, took a huge gulp of air and then.. take five very cautious steps out of the camp.
and then five became ten, and ten became twenty, and he went further and further away from camp. after a solid one hundred and fifty steps, he finally opened his eyes, his scars tingling and stinging horribly as he did, the panic rising in his chest, but he forced it down. ever limb was stiff, his tail lashing wildly in as he focused.
nothing is going to hurt you, he thought to himself, so he kept going, this time his eyes open. he kept getting faster with eat step until he was sprinting towards the border. you need to do this, you have to, you have to, you have to.
he finally stopped, chest heaving as he stared into the endless trees and finally, reality set in- he was outside. he, waxface, was outside. he had done it, he had actually left camp, and it mad heim feel.. amazing. he felt like the entire world had been lifted off his shoulders as he listened to the birds sing, let the wind blow through his pelt, and finally he felt free.
[spoiler=TAGS | june, 18]General  biograhpy
▪ WAXFACE | wax. waxy | no aliases
▪ DMAB male | cisgender | masculine pronouns
▪ 19 months | unkknown birthday | ages realistically
▪ deputy of windclan | " the guy that won't leave camp "
Physical  reference
♦ domestic feline | Health: 100%
 an off-white tom with medium length fur, pale green eyes. his face has no fur and is scarred over
 minor injuries: n/a
 major injuries: n/a
Important Info  roleplayer
▪ has major agoraphobia and refuses to leave camp, also has a phobia of dogs
▪ has major abandonment issues
▪ Opinions, motivations and thoughts are always 100% in character and do not reflect the roleplayer's opinions
Personality  personality type (or alignment)
 [trigger warning: depression, suicidal thoughts] Waxface is a very coldhearted and distrusting of nearly everyone- even those he grew up with. he is, in general, a very tough and rough guy, and tends to come off as rude. often times, he makes sarcastic comments, and pushes those who try to get close away. he tends to dislike others who are overly nice or optimistic, seeing the world as a horrible and bland place. thanks to all of this- his pessimistic view of the world and the fact that he has no one, he suffers from depression, and it isn't uncommon for him to have suicidal thoughts. Thanks to said depression, he is often tired and has no energy to do anything- staying in his nest most days and ignoring his duties. there are times where he considers just retiring and becoming an elder early, but feels that it'd be better just to end himself. There are days when has energy, but those days are few and far between.
Moving on from main personality, wax is a male with many fears, most of which are insignificant and don't effect his life in any way. however, he does have two phobias. the first phobia is his worst, and for good reason: dogs. he used to be fearless and careless, but after being attacked by a dog, this faded away. he lives in constant fear of encountering another dog, that he rarely leaves camp. if he does leave, he is constantly on guard and doesn't relax. the second fear is not as bad, but it is what makes him push people away: his fear of abandonment. after his attack (which was partly due to his mother leaving the clans and him trying to run away to be with her), he started pushing away so they wouldn't have a chance to leave.
despite all of his negativity, there is some light in the darkness. he has a secret soft spot for elders and kits, though he doesn't show it. he still enjoys playing games, and will often times sit and watch the kits play from a distance. he will sometimes decide to kick around the moss ball himself. he can sometimes be caught smiling on rainy days, will lay in the sun if its sunny, loves the sound of thunder, and enjoys the smell of daisies.
 positive ; nurturing, soft spot for children and elders, distrusting, quickwitted
 negative ; rude, depressed/suicidal, constantly tired, fearful
Relationships  heartchart
▪ blackstrike x smallfang | no notable relations
▪ homosexual | homoromantic | Monogamous
▪ Single | Crushing on __ | Maybe Crushing on __
▪ ½ ship here
▪ doesn't interact well with others and often pushes them away
Interaction  plotting thread
 Physically ; depends on the opponant | Mentally ; fairly easy
 average apprentice's training
 healing may be powerplayed
 To attack, @ salem or your attack will be ignored, sorry.
he had decided that today would be the day. he would leave camp, he would explore, he would, he had to. he was stood at the camp entrabce like he always was when he was thinking about it. some of the elders were sat nearby, watching him curiously, watching as he closed his eyes, took a huge gulp of air and then.. take five very cautious steps out of the camp.
and then five became ten, and ten became twenty, and he went further and further away from camp. after a solid one hundred and fifty steps, he finally opened his eyes, his scars tingling and stinging horribly as he did, the panic rising in his chest, but he forced it down. ever limb was stiff, his tail lashing wildly in as he focused.
nothing is going to hurt you, he thought to himself, so he kept going, this time his eyes open. he kept getting faster with eat step until he was sprinting towards the border. you need to do this, you have to, you have to, you have to.
he finally stopped, chest heaving as he stared into the endless trees and finally, reality set in- he was outside. he, waxface, was outside. he had done it, he had actually left camp, and it mad heim feel.. amazing. he felt like the entire world had been lifted off his shoulders as he listened to the birds sing, let the wind blow through his pelt, and finally he felt free.
[spoiler=TAGS | june, 18]General  biograhpy
▪ WAXFACE | wax. waxy | no aliases
▪ DMAB male | cisgender | masculine pronouns
▪ 19 months | unkknown birthday | ages realistically
▪ deputy of windclan | " the guy that won't leave camp "
Physical  reference
♦ domestic feline | Health: 100%
 an off-white tom with medium length fur, pale green eyes. his face has no fur and is scarred over
 minor injuries: n/a
 major injuries: n/a
Important Info  roleplayer
▪ has major agoraphobia and refuses to leave camp, also has a phobia of dogs
▪ has major abandonment issues
▪ Opinions, motivations and thoughts are always 100% in character and do not reflect the roleplayer's opinions
Personality  personality type (or alignment)
 [trigger warning: depression, suicidal thoughts] Waxface is a very coldhearted and distrusting of nearly everyone- even those he grew up with. he is, in general, a very tough and rough guy, and tends to come off as rude. often times, he makes sarcastic comments, and pushes those who try to get close away. he tends to dislike others who are overly nice or optimistic, seeing the world as a horrible and bland place. thanks to all of this- his pessimistic view of the world and the fact that he has no one, he suffers from depression, and it isn't uncommon for him to have suicidal thoughts. Thanks to said depression, he is often tired and has no energy to do anything- staying in his nest most days and ignoring his duties. there are times where he considers just retiring and becoming an elder early, but feels that it'd be better just to end himself. There are days when has energy, but those days are few and far between.
Moving on from main personality, wax is a male with many fears, most of which are insignificant and don't effect his life in any way. however, he does have two phobias. the first phobia is his worst, and for good reason: dogs. he used to be fearless and careless, but after being attacked by a dog, this faded away. he lives in constant fear of encountering another dog, that he rarely leaves camp. if he does leave, he is constantly on guard and doesn't relax. the second fear is not as bad, but it is what makes him push people away: his fear of abandonment. after his attack (which was partly due to his mother leaving the clans and him trying to run away to be with her), he started pushing away so they wouldn't have a chance to leave.
despite all of his negativity, there is some light in the darkness. he has a secret soft spot for elders and kits, though he doesn't show it. he still enjoys playing games, and will often times sit and watch the kits play from a distance. he will sometimes decide to kick around the moss ball himself. he can sometimes be caught smiling on rainy days, will lay in the sun if its sunny, loves the sound of thunder, and enjoys the smell of daisies.
 positive ; nurturing, soft spot for children and elders, distrusting, quickwitted
 negative ; rude, depressed/suicidal, constantly tired, fearful
Relationships  heartchart
▪ blackstrike x smallfang | no notable relations
▪ homosexual | homoromantic | Monogamous
▪ Single | Crushing on __ | Maybe Crushing on __
▪ ½ ship here
▪ doesn't interact well with others and often pushes them away
Interaction  plotting thread
 Physically ; depends on the opponant | Mentally ; fairly easy
 average apprentice's training
 healing may be powerplayed
 To attack, @ salem or your attack will be ignored, sorry.
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AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT
I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS