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link with credit Name: bellamy Age: 7 years Gender: stallion Birth Season: winter
Body Type: baroque warmblood Height: 16.0 hh Color: bay dun roan Eyes: olive green - one is cloudy & white from cataract. Distinguishing marks: his entire body is riddled with scars, including claw looking marks across his eye. Genetics: EE/Aa/Dd/Rr
Overall General Health: 90% mental health due to c-PTSD and 95% physical health due to cataract caused by ocular trauma. he has limited vision of the afflicted eye, though can see shadows and muted colors.
Personality: bellamy was created to be a war machine, and while he never quite lived up to those standards, his upbringing shaped his way of life in some of the worst ways. he steers clear of emotional connections with others and is untrusting of those who feel warm - stricken with the thought that there is an ulterior motive to everyone's actions. bellamy is careless when it comes to himself, and will absolutely face the possibility of death with grace. try as he might, though, he is not unfeeling, rather very deeply feeling. for a long time, he has tried to find a purpose passed what he was raised for to no avail, and questions the point of his existence often. a worshipper of the old gods, he is a spiritual equine who tends to keep to himself. bellamy relishes in quiet, but don't let that fool you, he has much to say if you're worth saying it to. if you're one of the few he connects with, bellamy is loyal to no end. he will step in the way of danger to keep you safe, but his morals are extremely gray. he isn't the guy who will save his people above the one he loves, and instead will burn worlds to the ground if it means keeping them safe. unfortunately, he is also the one who will fight tooth and nail to hurt someone before they have the chance to hurt him. there is no flight mode; bellamy is forever stuck in fight, sometimes too reactive to the world around him. as he ages, he hardens, and with every winter he loses more of himself to the unhealthy coping mechanisms he's acquired since leaving his old life behind. it's hard to get to the depths of this ones mind. he is a whirlpool of emotions, thoughts and feelings but refuses to let someone in long enough to see it for fear of them turning away from the ugliness under the surface, all while his inner colt is screaming to be seen. bellamy has many regrets in life that eat him alive, things that he will never forgive himself or others for. there is a beast inside of him that tries to break what little light still remains. "at the edge of the forest where the road splits, there are two paths: you can only choose one." History:
tw: mentions of death, violence, war and possibly foul language.
seven winters ago, a mare sat atop a snowy hilltop nestled into the thicket. she had been in labor for quite some time, and her herd was becoming restless awaiting the king's heir. through bated breaths, his mother gave her life to finish pushing, leaving bellamy alone where she laid to rest. it didn't take long for the guards to realize what had happened, quickly ushering the unsteady colt from his mothers body and to the mainland where the rest of them waited for news. there was no update given on his mothers whereabouts, and he remembers hearing them whispering about a surrogate. it didn't take long for a mare to be summoned from the lowly ranks, her own child ripped away from her to ensure the son of the king could feed freely without another fiending mouth in the way. bellamy was given little time to be a foal before his sire was commanding he boy be sent out for training. thankfully, his council convinced him otherwise, and so bellamy was given three short months to be a child. it was the most beautiful time of his life, and some of his fondest memories. his adopted mother acted as if he were her own - as hard as it was for her at times - and the two of them had the time of their lives up until his weaning. bellamy attended a rite of passage ceremony accompanied by both his sire and ma, but as the festivities raged on through the night he lost track of where the mare had gone. he never saw her again. from there, bellamy was treated like a machine; his life was almost monotonous between the training, fighting and teachings. nearing a year old, the colt went through a sickly phase, and his sire feared that his growth would be stunted should he not train harder. most of his life was controlled by a restrictive routine that eventually caused stomach ulceration, followed by another sickly bout. with his sire growing tired of dealing with such an incompetent child, the familial dynamic they lived in grew worse, and bellamy suffered a great price any time he ‘failed’. unfortunately for him, no matter how far he was pushing himself, it was never good enough. the abuse got worse, the less he fought, and it was becoming evident in his training so much so that the council convened against the kings wishes to discuss the matter. while their concern was less for bellamy's wellbeing and more for the future of the land, it did end up working in the heirs favor and the colt took up residence with the rest of the soldiers, remaining there until he was three. he was a shell of a horse and cared about few things : pillaging, bloodshed and his gods. the following year, he was sent out on a mission to raid a neighboring kingdom and take it over as an act of war, and he lead the charge, the true turning point in his life was meeting the mare venus shortly after gaining control of the herd. it made him question all that he knew -- at first, bellamy had hopes to convert her to their ways and take her as a wife, the future queen, -- but she had other plans. for the first time in his life he was not only faced with the truth of his sire's atrocities but the aftermath as well. bellamy spiraled after this realization, shutting down his lands to take a small leave and travel north with venus in an attempt to work through things within himself. his sire was starting to get restless from the silence of his heir, sending scouts to scope out his lands. when it was clear he was not there, his father named a new leader and sent his general to take the position his son ‘failed’ to keep. bellamy and venus wed themselves under the full moon while they were away, enjoying the quiet. the heir was starting to learn that there was goodness in the world.
it didn't last long. as they travelled back home, venus and him talked about everything one more time. the plan was that he would denounce their allegiance with the king and move north as soon as word was out to escape the battle that would surely come of it. bellamy would not keep his claim to the throne and would allow anyone seeking refuge from the king's hand to follow him, instead. it was a gamble, truly. the equines from his home knew he was as twisted as his father, but venus reassured him that word would get out of his greatness and there would be forgiveness. once they were close enough to their herd, it was clear that something was very wrong as bloodied horses roamed, looking sickly and defeated. they sought out her family, who were able to brief them on the situation at great lengths. bellamy learned that there was now a new lord of this herd under his father's word, that he was to be taken in to the king as soon as he was found. with a sense of urgency, the two of them started to devise an escape plan for the ones they could safely move for the long haul, but were quickly found and arrested. brought to the new lord stallion, bellamy took on the face of his once-self, taking great lengths to secure his position back without a fight. unsure of how to respond, the king's general agreed to let him have his land back so he could take word to the king. they discussed having his father come with his council to speak, and bellamy agreed with this, knowing it would buy them enough time. alas, it was trickery, for the kings army and council were just outside their valley awaiting orders to charge, and charge they did. at a great disadvantage with lack of trained knights, a three day battle ensued, and when it was just bellamy and his father at the heart of the valley, surrounded by wildflowers and blood, they had their first real conversation. they fought some, landing bellamy with a laceration across his eye that looked like clawmarks, made by the armor that his father wore. in the end, he was not strong enough to see past the evils at hand, agreeing to come back to his birthplace if venus and the others were let go. it is said that his father originally agreed to this and meant to leave them alive, but the council quickly convinced him that it was too great a risk, and as soon as they were far enough out of reach, his wife and found family were slaughtered. a great fire was set to explain the massacre, and word of this got to the heir almost as soon as they were back. hole in his heart, bellamy returned to the tumultuous life that he'd fought so hard to get away from. i wish that i could tell you that there was a happy ending for him from here, a great escape or bountiful redemptions. unfortunately, the only reason he got out of that life was because his father's madness started the war he'd trained for his entire life, one that they were not ready for. bellamy attempted to be present minded in the beginning, but as it became clear that his father would not relent even though they were losing, slipped away in the dead of night. presumed dead by his people, he eventually got word that his home (or, rather, what was left of it) was taken by the winning kingdom to be rebuilt for their own people. the heir made a promise to his late wife that he would try his hardest with what remained to never be that stallion again, even if it called to him. he found himself a quiet land to reside near where few roamed, attempting to cope through the mental and emotional turmoil that followed him out of there. for fear of himself and what he was capable of, bellamy has stayed isolated for lack of a better term. recently, there was a wildfire within his home, driving him toward OH.
Notes: sorry for the dark pony vibe he really is just a baby