Blake Holmgren;; 32;; Werefox
Unlike most supernatural beings, Blake’s life wasn’t filled with terrifying tragedy. She simply grew up. She was allowed to make mistakes - and where the supernatural part of her came much easier than it did to her brother, Blake had a handful trying to master the ways of being human. If it had been allowed by her loving parents, she would have rather dropped out of school and shied away from the trivial pursuits a teenage girl was expected to pursue - like boys, the nasty creatures they were. She couldn’t count on her own two hands the number of times she’d had her heart broken, nor the number of times she had nearly failed a class, or even the number of times she’d punched someone in the face in defense of her scrawny older brother. On only three fingers could she count the number of boys she got along with, and two of them didn’t count for they were her father and brother. Marco Russo , however, was the exception to Blake’s apparent rule. They’d met in ninth grade, and remained close ever since - his friendship was something that Blake valued more than most things in her life. She treasured it, his unfaltering ability to be at her side despite the volatile way she often handled things.
It seemed, though, that not long after they graduated, Marco departed for the military and faded from her life. With the departure of her best friend, Blake spent the first couple of years after her graduation wandering, lost and without a direction to her life - her grades had been dismal, not good enough to get her anywhere, and she had no desire to work a menial job with little satisfaction. It wasn’t until her father had jested that the tough young adult would make a great police officer that she thought twice about what she wanted to do - and when she shipped off for police school, she found herself finally fitting somewhere. While she could be known for the handful of scraps she got into with others while there, she was mostly known for graduating with flying colors - for becoming a successful newly minted police officer.
The loss of her parents came as a hard shock, one that the young officer would not soon recover from. With their deaths, as sudden and violent as they were, Blake found herself with mixed feelings about being stationed close to home - the pain that her hometown brought up vibrant and shocking. She threw herself into her job, unable to process the loss of her parents, and protected James with a new ferocity - and she was nothing but thankful for her brother’s understanding. He understood, above all, that she couldn’t lose him; that she couldn’t bear to face the world without her closest friend.
While she struggled through her jealousy towards Grant, James’ boyfriend - slowly being overthrown from her role of protector in James’ life - she stumbled through the baby steps of her new career to cope. Eventually, through the blind jealousy, it came to one thing for Blake to widen her two-person family enough to accept Grant - he took care of James. What Blake wouldn’t admit was that she was jealous of James, wanting to feel similarly for someone - to have someone look at her the way Grant looked at her brother. It had been too long since she’d experienced that in any capacity, and she’d messed it up. But when she met Alex Wilcox, it seemed that she would be able to put her heartbreak and loneliness in the past - leaving her timeline of failed romances behind, Blake took a brave step forwards.
She moved, with Alex, to a new home in Oregon with the hopes of having a real relationship for once in her life. Yet, Blake’s defensiveness carried over to her own heart – scarred from many hard relationships and the losses of her parents. Ultimately it was her fault that the relationship came crashing down. Having thrown herself into her work upon the realization that she loved him – escaping the crushing fear of losing him – Blake climbed the ranks of her station, sadly allowing work to get in the way of giving Alex the time to truly be let into her heart. The relationship ended with a string of profanity, and heavy blame on Blake’s tired shoulders.
When the Ferin Strain hit, Blake was on her way to Nevada to spend some much-needed time with her brother, his husband, and her adopted nieces and nephews. The last straw that broke the camels back, so-to-say, was showing up to the Dahle house to find it empty and ransacked – barren of any life. Anywhere she could think to check turned up empty-handed, James, Grant and their handful of children nowhere to be found. Something broke inside of Blake, freshly wounded from her break-up, and desperate for something safe and familiar in a world turned upside down. She returned to her in between state, wandering and wondering if death was better than the fate she’d been presented.
