Wolf Form
Build: Though his small frame is rather slender, his thick hair makes him look
bulkier than he actually is. This allows for great agility and flexibility when
it is least expected. His legs are the most muscular part of his body and this
is where the majority of his weight lies, allowing him to not only jump fair
distances but to travel at very high speeds. Though he is capable of both bipedal
and quadruped movement he much prefers the latter, especially if he's going
to have to move or react quickly.
Height: Biped- 6’6”; Quadruped- 3’8”
Weight: 210lb
Hair: Mostly a dark, murky grey-brown colour covering his whole body. It is
thicker and longer around his neck and head, with a dark brown strip leading
from his snout, over the back of his head and leading to his tail. His chest
and neck area are covered in a lighter colour, as are as his arms though the
hair here is much finer and coarse compared to that around his neck. His left
leg is covered in the darker shade of brown, whereas the other has a small patch
of light brown hair around the claws.
Eyes: Bright, icy blue
Defining Marks: Tail, human-like fingers and opposable thumbs. The scar on his
thigh becomes much more prominent.
Pack
Pack: Cole's pack
Position: Member
Territory: Cole’s half of LA
Hair
Length: A couple of inches.
Style: Like his clothes, he never really bothers with his hair too much and
leaves it in a permanent state of bed-hair.
Color: Dark brown, though occasionally he gets bored and bleaches it.
Facial Hair
Length: Probably around half an inch at the longest. When the mood strikes him
he'll get clean-shaven but it doesn't happen very often.
Style: Casual goatee, decorating his chin and lower lip, and stubble on his
upper lip.
Eyes
Color: Brown
Oddities: N/A
Personality: Though Blake has been through some pretty tough times in his life he is under no illusion that his life has been the hardest of everyone's. Realising that some have had far more horrific experiences he tends to only share his story if and when it's asked for, since the thought of him sounding as if he's inviting everyone to his pity-party horrifies him.
He's a very charming man, naturally funny and quick witted, but not in an "in-your-face" kind of way; he has more of a cheeky kind of humour that you'd be hard-pressed to be angry at him for. He's also not easily offended, using humour to laugh things off instead of dwelling or brooding. However, he's sensible enough to know that there's a time and a place for his antics and knows when to bite his tongue. 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 appreciates (more than most realise) the support that he gets from his pack mates during these times, especially if it's around the anniversary of his mate's death.
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.
Blake turns to art if he's bored at any time; more specifically, stone sculpting. It's harder to get a hold of larger pieces of rock to carve so he normally does small-ish works that never really take him too long. When working 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). Sometimes he has music playing as he works, though what genre would depend on what kind of sculpture he's working on. He does have an odd preference for New Age music.
He has a habit of biting his lip or rolling his tongue between his teeth if he's feeling emotional, be it angry, sad, amused or nervous. He's tried to stop it without much success so he just goes with it.
Weaknesses: Like all werewolves, Blake has a fatal allergy to silver. The scar on his left thigh causes him grief on the odd occasion, normally when he's ran a fair distance.
Abilities: Physically, Blake has all the abilities that come with being a werewolf; heightened senses (particularly his hearing), endurance, awareness, healing, balance. His small form means he can move at incredible speeds, which makes up for his lack of fighting skill. He is also able to change at will and is capable of controlling his wolf on the full moon.
Blake has a talent for sculpting; he prefers working with stone, but likes wood-carving and clay also. Having taken the hobby up at his late-mate's suggestion he soon found that he not only enjoyed it but was pretty good at it as well. As a result, he has developed an intense interest in art, and has accumulated a wide knowledge-base on the subject over the years and though his "specialist subject" would be sculptures and statues, he still knows his Monet from his Manet.
Weapons: Twin Beretta Stampede Bisleys.
He also owns a Beretta over-and-under shotgun.
Prized Possessions: The rings he and his mate exchanged, which he wears on a white-gold chain around his neck, and a set of sculpting chisels that he got from Bella not long after he started carving stone.
Home(s): The Hyperion hotel.
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.