#blake greene

[artistic-fudge]

Have a quick Detective Blake Greene in Zhongli’s splash art that I made at 2am

[rpgvportugal]

Raptada? Quem nunca?!

[rpgvportugal]

Início de uma amizade com o raptor?

[itsalwayssunnyinmordor]

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Casly

[firstclassmutants]

Blake Green accepted.

Please send link.Character Name: Blake Greene

Faceclaim:  Skandar Keynes

Sexual Orientation:  Pansexual

Age: 18

Alliance (X-men/Brotherhood/Human/Rogue):  X-men

Power (it’s limits, use and proficiency):  Telekinesis:  Ability to manipulate and control objects with the mind.  Blake’s mutation is reasonably powerful.  He can lift small objects without any worry.  Medium sized objects such as a car or moving multiple things takes minor concentration.  When it comes to large objects, Blake must have complete concentration.  Taking any physical or mental damage while concentrating can disturb Blake’s power. 

If Teacher at the school then subject:

Short Bio (two paragraph minimum about personality and background):  Blake is from a small town in the mountains of north Georgia.  Growing up, he did the normal teenage thing.   He got average grades, showed up for dinner late, and tried a few things that may or may not be illegal. 

When Blake’s mutation developed, he retreated into himself.  Losing most of his friends, he began to rely on books and movies to be his companions.  Having retreated from the ‘social scene,’ Blake is extremely protective to those he does get close to.  

Writing Sample (two paragraph minimum):   Blake remembers the day his powers surfaced as clear as ever.  It was winter in his small Georgia town.  The Christmas trees were for sale, and the town was lit up.  Dad was on the roof of their two-story, dark brick, suburban home.  The wind was unnaturally strong that day, but his dad had insisted that they put the lights up.  Blake was doing his annual job of leading the lights to his father, and making sure they didn’t tangle on the way up the ladder. 

Blake’s father fell.   With a yelp, he was sliding down the shingles that topped their home.   Blake ran towards the ground beneath his father, trying foolishly to stop him.   Raising his hands, Blake’s father stopped inches from Blake’s fingertips.  Eye’s shut, his father gasped for air as he hit the invisible barrier.  Turning, Blake ran into the house, he barely heard his father’s grunt as he hit the grass of the yard.  

The RPer

Your name: Jonathan McMurdo

Age: 16

Timezone: Eastern Standard

Availability (how often you can be online):  Most days of the week.