People tend to know if Blake's feeling down because his wit isn't as sharp, or he's not as willing to joke around as he normally is.

He is very much a family man and doesn't much like feeling lonely. Coming from a large family means that he was never lacking in company and when he left his home town the company was what he missed above all else, that and the companionship of his family. When he met Bella, he felt as if he had recaptured that feeling and couldn't remember nor imagine being happier. Her death hit Blake very hard, as would the death of any werewolf's mate, but ever the optimist, he never gave up hope that he may find somewhere to call home for good. He felt that though the pack wouldn't replace the feeling of <i>family</i> he had with his siblings or with Bella, it would fill the feeling of loneliness that he felt whilst travelling alone during the years after Bella's death. However, Blake soon finds that the relationship he has with the pack does develop into a kind of family feeling; one with devotion, trust and unwavering loyalty not just towards one member but all of them. He would give anything for his pack, and would not hesitate to lay his life down for them.

When Blake works on a sculpture he focuses his attention entirely on the work in front of him and becomes totally oblivious to anything and everything around him. He works feverishly with the image of what he is trying to achieve lingering in his mind's eye the whole time (most of the time this is how he'll work, but he has sketches scattered around him in case he needs to have a look at something on paper). While working he often gets an audience but never realises until someone mentions it to him later. He loves the fact that people like his work so this doesn't really bother him, in actual fact he probably encourages it so that he can get more feedback (and praise; he adores praise).

He has a habit of biting his lip or rolling his tongue between his teeth if he's deep in thought, nervous, angry or upset. He's tried to stop it without much success, so he just goes with it.

History: Growing up, Blake never felt alone, being one of 6 children meant he always had company whether he wanted it or not. Like any normal family he and his siblings quarrelled but he loved them all dearly and wouldn't swap them for the world. Sadly when he was 14 Blake lost two of his siblings to disease but together with his family he was able to overcome this trauma. In a sense, it brought the family closer together as they helped each other with their grief.

At the age of 34 Blake was bitten by a rogue werewolf, and soon after that he left his home town for fear of being ostracised. It broke his heart to leave his family but he knew that they wouldn't be able to deal with his lycanthropy and nor should they have to. He spent the next few decades wandering, struggling to deal with his condition and the fact that he was totally alone for the first time. He often times wondered what would become of him; sometimes his own optimism let him down.

When he was attacked by another rogue, a female werewolf by the name of Isabella saved his life and took him in. They fell in love that instant and after a few short weeks they became mates. Blake never realised that he could feel so alive, and being with Bella made him cherish his new life all the more. They settled down in a small area inhabited by other rogue werewolves (who were friendly enough, but nowhere near enough to call themselves a pack) and they spent long decades together. Blake learned what it was to live as a part of a partnership and found that he liked it – he much preferred it to roaming the land alone – in particular, the strong sense of family and devotion that he had missed until then.

After she had once seen him playing around with a piece of clay, Bella convinced Blake to try sculpting more seriously. To his surprise he found a liking and a talent for it and took sculpting up as a serious hobby, selling a couple of works every now and again. Mostly he did it for fun, though. Isabella, happy that Blake had found something he loved so much, got him a set of hand chisels that he cherished each day he used them.

In 1796 a large pack invaded the area, starting a massacre. Those that weren't killed instantly were scattered, only to be chased down by the invaders. Blake somehow managed to escape, carrying his mate's broken form with him to somewhere safe where he intended to nurse her back to health. However, her injuries were so extensive that her body just couldn’t cope, and she didn't last the night. He awoke the next morning to find that she'd died while he slept. Having to bury his mate is one of the hardest things that he has and would ever have to endure.

Not sure about what to do or where to turn, Blake set about travelling the country, never staying in one place for more than a couple of days, only surviving and not living. All this time he was followed by a lingering sense of guilt; he blames himself for not being able to save Bella, that his weakness cost her life, and above everything else the fact that he had let her die alone during the night after he'd fallen to sleep.

As his way of mourning, Blake hasn't sculpted since Bella died. His guilt has subsided over the many years following the death and he's slowly learning to let go of his pain, though not fully as he still hadn't found the strength in himself to return to sculpting.

He found Cole's pack by chance when he stumbled into their territory and scented wolves. He was wary of approaching them at first, the fate of his last group of werewolves he was near weighing heavily on his mind. He soon learned that his fears were unfounded, and learned of what it was to be a part of a pack. With their help he begins to properly let go of his guilt, and while he will probably never get over Bella's death he realises there are better ways to deal with grief than by punishing himself.