Post by Blake on May 11, 2009 8:23:07 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called?:Just go by my character’s name, Blake
Are you over the age of 13?:Yep
Have you read and understood all the rules?:Yep
In Character
Name:Blake Eagon
Age:19
Gender:Male
Species:Shape shifter: Snow Leopard
Special Power: N/A
Father:Evan Eagon
Mother:Verity Eagon
Sibling/s:N/A
Partner:N/A
Appearance:Blake looks like what the humans might call an ‘emo’. His black hair falls across his face to form a curtain that allows only one blue eye to shine through. Every day he spends time working on sculpturing his hair, making sure that it cover his left eye completely but also that he can still see through his right eye. Generally there will be a line of charcoal around his eyes that he is willing to experiment with. There are two lip piercings that are often on show but if he is not feeling in the best of moods he will leave them out though the makeup is almost a permanent fixture on his face.
A common colour that Blake is seen in is black. He has a variety of tops and jeans but they almost all have the same colour. Occasionally his figure will be clad in a white hoody or some very bright, almost luminous colour, thrown in for some variety but he normally only does this when extremely happy.
Blake isn’t the tallest of people but neither is he the smallest, standing at an average height he struts the land. He isn’t always in the best of shape and every now and again he starts to get a little chubby but this rarely happens and sometimes goes the over way, becoming a little underweight.
Animal Form and Appearance: Feeling more at home in the winter, Blake in his snow leopard form stands out like a sore thumb unless a coating of snow covers the earth. He is more silvery in colour than white though there are sections of his fur that do gleam white. His whiskers are a mix of white and black, protruding from a face that looks slightly older than he is.
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Personality: Blake thinks that he is the most important person in the world. He always makes sure that his needs are put first and will only help someone if he can see a benefit for him. Whenever there is trouble he will make sure that he either he caused it or he can exterminate it. But if he knows that there is nothing he can do then he will bail out. There are quiet often occasions when he causes trouble and he will always get someone else to take the blame for this. To do this he has to keep up a good appearance to any authority figures and often sucks up to them.
Often, you will find that the root of any trouble caused is Blake, but he barely ever does it intentionally. He just acts before he thinks and then scarpers, trying and often succeeding to put the blame onto someone else. Despite this he surprisingly makes friends pretty easy as he is a very forwards person and will talk to anyone. He may not like everyone but if he can see a gain from being someone’s friend he will use it. The term ‘friend’ in his case is a little decisive, some people would say that they were friends with him but he would just say they were acquaintances.
Quiet often Blake will find himself feeling very depressed and that he is the only one that cares what happens to him. This helps fuel his idea that you should look after number one and not care about what others do or think.
Strengths:Getting out of trouble, looking after number one, good at hiding in snow and exploring.
Weaknesses:Arrogant, doesn’t accept defeat, stands out in most weather conditions and doesn’t care about anyone else.
Mental Health:Stable
Likes:Exploring, the snow, being in control, lazy days and getting away with things.
Dislikes:People who can manipulate him, defeat, summer heat, being bossed around by those younger and custard pie.
Past: Blake was born in the middle of winter in his animal form to a couple of cats that never really wanted children. They were considered well off financially and just let Blake have a free reign to do whatever he wanted but they were never there to find out what he did. Perhaps this shaped him into thinking that he could get away with anything and didn’t have to worry about anything else. And perhaps this is what causes his depressed and lonely episodes that he tries so hard to hide.
Blake had no idea that he could take on a human form until he was seven. Before then he had always been in a placid, carefree mood that couldn’t bring on a change. Then when he was seven he came across another snow leopard, that he couldn’t understand the behaviour of, it seemed like such a stupid creature and he felt at first ashamed at being the same kind of creature and then angry. It was the mix of these two emotions that brought on his first transformation. To say he was shocked to find himself in human form would be a little bit of an understatement but it thrilled him, and he decided to stay in that shape for a while to try and discover everything he could about it. It took him a while to discover that it was only when emotions ran his head could he perform a change.
Spending most of his time alone, Blake didn’t become very good at interacting with other people. The first friend he ever got was a girl of the same age as him who could simply be described as eccentric. She was a very hyper child and in contrast to him never seemed to feel down. There was never a time when he had to think of what to say as she talked almost non-stop, only pausing to gasp for breath. The two youngsters were friends for two years when a freak flood hit the place that they had learnt to call home. Blake managed to find high ground but when the water had resided he found the remains of his one friend. Every now and then he still remembers and he tries not to get too close to anyone again in case they also leave him.
Sample Post:
Silence. That was what Elenor liked and she was thankful for the recent snow that had taken the majority of people outside to turn it to slush. It had looked so pretty that morning when she had stared out of the attic window but within minutes of the others being awake it had already started to become trampled and loose it's mystic colour. Well at least it had got rid of the majority of people. Now Elenor could walk the Orphanage without fear of bumping into anyone. For the first time in ages she almost felt free.
For the first time in years a smile spread across her features and she actually began to feel festive. But she knew it would not last. Soon the snow would melt, everyone would come back inside and once more she would have to move around the old building like a shadow and stay out of everyone's way. But for now she was safe.
Now that she was alone though she had no idea what to do. Most of her time was always taken up by dodging around everyone else but now she didn't have to do that, but what could she do. The others always found something to do by being in each other company but that wasn't an option to her. She would not be able to live with herself if she lost it again and another student left the world of the living. Already the trail of bodies left behind her was two long even if only one of them were human. Her smile faded as memories of past events washed over her. Once again she can see the aftermath of the time she discovered she did have a power after all. There was a look of horror on everyone's faces before the screaming started. After that everyone always tried to keep out of her way and for this she was thankful but after a while they just seemed to forget that anything had happened and carried on like normal. At times it felt that this would destroy her as well as the thought that she had been the cause of someones death. She shuddered, not allowing herself to recall the moment the girl had ceased to breath.
Pulling herself out of her memories Elenor tried to focus on something else. The only thing she could find was an old painting covered in dust and grime. It was almost impossible to make out the image of the old man that rested there. Elenor felt it odd that they never cleaned up here in the attic. The only living thing up there that she had ever seen except from herself were a couple of spiders and a mouse that had taken one look at her before scurrying of in fear. She wondered if it could sense that she was a killer, animals were always more sensitive to things like that than humans. Looking around her she wondered if maybe she should clean up round there, it already made her sneeze about every two minutes but cleaning it may make it more personal and might make it feel that it was hers and that she belonged someplace.
It was a common feeling for orphans, the feeling that they were not wanted or didn't belong anywhere. But for Elenor the feelings were intensified. She felt certain that the people who knew what she had done wanted her gone and didn't want to be anywhere near her. The young blond girl knew that she shouldn't be around people, it was just too dangerous.
The sound of footsteps caused her to sit bolt upright. Somebody was ascending the stairs to the hall beneath the attic. Staying as still as possible Elenor listened hard hoping to god that no one was going to enter her place of solitude. It was odd that she prayed to god as he was someone she hated, she couldn't see how he could let bad things happen to good people and sometimes she even felt that was a minion of the devil.
Every time there was movement on the landing below Elenor would begin incredibly still despite the fact that no one had come up into the attic for years, but she knew that there was a first time for everything.
For the first time in years a smile spread across her features and she actually began to feel festive. But she knew it would not last. Soon the snow would melt, everyone would come back inside and once more she would have to move around the old building like a shadow and stay out of everyone's way. But for now she was safe.
Now that she was alone though she had no idea what to do. Most of her time was always taken up by dodging around everyone else but now she didn't have to do that, but what could she do. The others always found something to do by being in each other company but that wasn't an option to her. She would not be able to live with herself if she lost it again and another student left the world of the living. Already the trail of bodies left behind her was two long even if only one of them were human. Her smile faded as memories of past events washed over her. Once again she can see the aftermath of the time she discovered she did have a power after all. There was a look of horror on everyone's faces before the screaming started. After that everyone always tried to keep out of her way and for this she was thankful but after a while they just seemed to forget that anything had happened and carried on like normal. At times it felt that this would destroy her as well as the thought that she had been the cause of someones death. She shuddered, not allowing herself to recall the moment the girl had ceased to breath.
Pulling herself out of her memories Elenor tried to focus on something else. The only thing she could find was an old painting covered in dust and grime. It was almost impossible to make out the image of the old man that rested there. Elenor felt it odd that they never cleaned up here in the attic. The only living thing up there that she had ever seen except from herself were a couple of spiders and a mouse that had taken one look at her before scurrying of in fear. She wondered if it could sense that she was a killer, animals were always more sensitive to things like that than humans. Looking around her she wondered if maybe she should clean up round there, it already made her sneeze about every two minutes but cleaning it may make it more personal and might make it feel that it was hers and that she belonged someplace.
It was a common feeling for orphans, the feeling that they were not wanted or didn't belong anywhere. But for Elenor the feelings were intensified. She felt certain that the people who knew what she had done wanted her gone and didn't want to be anywhere near her. The young blond girl knew that she shouldn't be around people, it was just too dangerous.
The sound of footsteps caused her to sit bolt upright. Somebody was ascending the stairs to the hall beneath the attic. Staying as still as possible Elenor listened hard hoping to god that no one was going to enter her place of solitude. It was odd that she prayed to god as he was someone she hated, she couldn't see how he could let bad things happen to good people and sometimes she even felt that was a minion of the devil.
Every time there was movement on the landing below Elenor would begin incredibly still despite the fact that no one had come up into the attic for years, but she knew that there was a first time for everything.