Post by Blake Andrews on Jul 26, 2009 11:01:24 GMT
the roleplayer
NAME: Brendan
GENDER: Male
AGE: 22
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Dungeons and Dragons for 10 years, Roleplaying for 6 years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Seth-sama.
Blake Andrews
Anyone with half a brain can spend their whole life howling in pain. The dark is everywhere and she doesn’t seem to care that soon the dark in me is all that will remain… Listen close to everybody’s heart, and hear that breaking sound. Hopes and dreams are shattering apart, and crashing to the ground…
NAME: Brendan
GENDER: Male
AGE: 22
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Dungeons and Dragons for 10 years, Roleplaying for 6 years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Seth-sama.
Blake Andrews
Anyone with half a brain can spend their whole life howling in pain. The dark is everywhere and she doesn’t seem to care that soon the dark in me is all that will remain… Listen close to everybody’s heart, and hear that breaking sound. Hopes and dreams are shattering apart, and crashing to the ground…
character basics
NICKNAMES: Blake
AGE: 17
GROUP: Student
YEAR: year 12
BIRTHDAY: November 15th
GENDER: Male
PLAY-BY: Lucio Crescentappearance
Blake is a tall, lanky kid that would not look out of place on a track team or in front of a computer. His muscles are toned, but are not, by any stretch, bulging. As his hobbies include pursuits from both the spheres of academia and athletics, he isn’t as well built as someone who would be wholly engrossed in sporty endeavors.
Blake stands at six feet even, with a solid weight of 170 pounds. He carries himself upright, maintaining a decent posture and standing most of the time. Exceptions to this are largely because Blake is a paragon of wearing one’s heart on one’s sleeve. If Blake is unhappy, he will slouch and take a brooding, darker air. If he is angry, every muscle in his body appears tense, and his eyes acquire a hawk like intensity that is very unnerving to look directly in to. His eyes also have a habit of taking that form when Blake is passionate about something, which is actually quite often.
His eyes are the stereotypical mirror to his soul, and this applies to him even more than most people. If his entire body is contradicting his mood, his eyes will surely give him away. Blake sports two rounded off orbs of caramel brown that seem well centered on his head. His hair is a dyed black, coming down to cover half his face most of the time. Blake makes no effort to brush his hair out of his face, except for moments of exceptional emotional intensity.personality
Due to his past, Blake finds himself often at the foreground in a social circle. He’s not comfortable in any position other than as a leader, or a loner. His protective nature makes him reach out to help anyone who looks like they’re in need of his help. He doesn’t often pause, however, to see if they want his help or not. His childhood traumas make his protectiveness an almost trained response that he doesn’t logically dictate at all.
Blake has a major trust complex, but it’s not as simple as finding people untrustworthy. He finds that if he relies on someone else, he can’t possibly be strong enough for them to rely on. As a result, he’s always available for advice or a crying shoulder, but never seeks such creature comforts out for himself. Major events in his childhood inspire guilt in to his very soul, and he takes any kind of failure or rejection hard. In the extreme cases, he loses sight of his own humanity, and begins to believe he is some kind of monster that is out of touch with reality.
Blake, for the most part, hides and disguises his feelings so well that he often convinces himself that he is feeling something different, or that he is completely unaffected by something. For example, Blake began to wonder if he was even human when he couldn’t bring himself to cry at his mother’s funeral. The one emotion he finds difficult to disguise is his guilt.
Blake’s control over his emotions is very nearly complete. One of the only signs that betrays what he truly feels is his eyes, which always shows the complete truth of what he’s feeling.family & history
FATHER: Major Jeffry Andrews, 41. Major in the U.S. Army
MOTHER: Alicia Andrews, deceased.
SIBLINGS: None known.
HISTORY:
A lot of people have personalities that are shaped slowly by many small events, each having their own meaning and lesson for the subject to learn. Occasionally, the lessons are negative, but hopefully, a group of positive events guide a child in to maturity, eventually concluding in adulthood. Blake might have fallen in to this pattern nicely, until one otherwise silent day in suburbia. Blake had known Reia for all his life, which was a mere eight years, but eight years is a long time to an eight year old. A laughing game of children’s role play and exploring the parks around their houses turned to tragedy when an older man offered them a real adventure in his basement. The only pain Blake felt was a small pressure in the back of his skull.
When he awoke, it was to the digging pain of ropes binding his hands to a small wooden chair. Blake’s vision was blurred, but his hearing was more than acute. Reia’s cries and calls for help made Blake quickly find his vision… and his voice. It probably saved both Blake’s and Reia’s lives that an unnamed good Samaritan decided to investigate.
Both Blake's and Reia's parents were horrified. Reia's mother overreacted, and forbade Reia from hanging out with Blake at all. Fortunately, there was the internet. Blake's and Reia's forays on to chat rooms and social networking sites were largely for fun, but after the 'event', it became Reia's only connection to Blake. She told Blake that he was the only person she trusted, and that she just wanted to be around him.
Blake took the first bold move of his young life, and used the chat rooms to plan for him and Reia to meet at night, after she could sneak out from under her Mother's watchful eye. It was one of the only comforts he could give Reia, so he gave it willingly. Most nights were spent with her just crying in to his shoulder. Even that, however, had to come to an end. On Reia's way out one night, she heard her mother's voice call out, "Be safe, Reia." It was as if she had known all along. From that point on, Blake was allowed to visit the house every so often.
A month later, Reia and her single mother had moved out completely, and Blake found himself confused and feeling very alone for the first time in his life, his hand clutching a wildflower, standing outside her nearly empty townhouse. For a little more than a year, Blake spent a good majority of his time looking for Reia in phone directories and internet social sites, but to absolutely no avail.
When he was finally convinced he had lost Reia for the long term, Blake devoted himself instead to protecting the weak. He found himself coming to the aid of the nerds, the outcasts, and those who for any reason found themselves at odds with the majority. This translated as he progressed in to his adolescent years in to a very poor dating track record. Blake found himself illogically attracted to girls in need of a savior, whether they knew it or not. As everyone knows, however, the last thing most girls in need want are someone to save them. The other demographic are girls who know how to manipulate the damsel in distress angle. Needless to say, Blake is not currently attached to anyone.
With his guardian like attitude, Blake typically found himself at the head of most groups he was in, taking in and sheltering the social outcasts and the weaker classmates. They looked up to him in a strange way, and Blake was never sure if he enjoyed the attention or not.
Blake’s father is a major in the Army, and his mother died of cancer when he was twelve. Blake found himself enrolled Somnium Academy when his father was deployed to the Middle East somewhere… Mr. Andrews was never clear on where exactly he was going.dream form
Blake’s dream form is surprisingly complex, underneath a very simple air. His dream form is him, more or less, dressed in a red tank top and black pants. Two katars, or punching daggers, hang in their sheaths from his upper arms, and a small pouch is strapped to his right leg. Inside this pouch is a deck of cards, which he has dubbed “spell cards”. They produce nearly unlimited effects, but they always are flavored by Blake’s true mood at the time, no matter how much he tries to hide it.
The complete mundane nature his dream form seems to have is due to just how hard Blake struggles to maintain his composed air and reserved manner. The cards tend to be his subconscious finally releasing a little pressure of his emotions… Though Blake constantly wonders if the pressure is being released fast enough to prevent a violent explosion.
