Post by blake on Nov 11, 2012 4:10:51 GMT -6
Blake p a t r i c k Morgan
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I sold my soul to the open road
I'll live my life alone
You won't find me in the same spot believe me
I could never stop, my life's turned upside down
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Name Meaning[/color]: Bright
Sex[/color]: Male
Age[/color]: 22
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Straight
Ethnicity[/color]: Caucasian
Species[/color]: Human
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
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The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Blake usually keeps his hair pretty short. Almost always styled in some way. The color is a very dark black
Height & Weight[/color]: 5’10 175 lbs
Body Type[/color]: Athletic
Distinguishing Features[/color]: None
Face Claim[/color]: Colin Farrell
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well its bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: Chick flicks, smoking, ‘gangsters’, demons, and tall buildings
Strength[/color]: Weapons training, strong willed, fast learner
Weaknesses[/color]: Focuses on relationships with people, family, hot headed
Fears[/color]: Possession, torture, drowning
Secrets[/color]: Saw his little sister murdered and did nothing to stop it
Habits/Quirks[/color]: Cleaning his pistol, dipping (though he is trying to quit), and getting tongue tied
Overall Personality/Appearance[/color]: Blake is the kind of guy that gets pretty serious in situations involving the supernatural. He hates when they toy with him, like demons messing with his head, trying to make jokes… It annoys him. When he isn’t around anything that may seem threatening, he is pretty easy going and he tries to joke around a lot.
When it comes to friendships, family, relationships… He’s pretty protective. He always has been, except that one night when he saw his sister get killed. Blake finds himself falling head over heels with girls pretty quickly… But he enjoys it.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Current Residence[/color]: Albuquerque, New Mexico
Mothers Name[/color]: Ritta Morgan
Fathers Name[/color]: Gary Morgan
Siblings[/color]: Sarah Morgan (Deceased)
Pets[/color]: None
Overall History[/color]: Blake was born twenty two years ago in a small town called Odessa, Texas. Growing up there, he didn’t have a whole lot to do other than grow close with almost everyone in town. It was one of those places where everyone knew everyone. So if anything ever happened, the whole town would know within just a few hours. This didn’t help little Blake when he was young. When he was a child, age ten or so, Blake started to get into fights. He lost most of them, but he still fought a lot. He was sort of the ‘problem child’ when he was younger. One fight in particular, he got his face slammed into a basketball goal post… That stopped his fighting for a while.
In middle school, Blake started to straighten up. He started doing better in school, wasn’t getting into fights, the ‘good kid’ stuff was starting to grow on him. His little sister was born when he was in the sixth grade, making him about twelve. When he found out he was going to be getting a new sister, he wasn’t particularly excited. Honestly, he was worried that his parents would abandon him. But, it was the opposite. Blake felt very welcomed when Sarah was born… He even got to help take care of her. That was where the real family bonding started.
When Blake entered high school, he had seen his sister grow to be the age of five. There was a huge difference in their ages, but that never bothered Blake, until he started getting into sports. See, Blake joined football in high school, taking up most of his free time. This also led to parties, which led to him being thrown into juvenile hall at the ripe age of 17. There, Aric learned to fight. He had gotten into a few scuffles and somehow ended up winning all of them. It was like something in his head clicked better from when he was younger. But the fighting led to more time in juvie. When he got out, Blake was a senior in high school. No one seemed to know his name anymore and his sister was now ten years old.
One evening, after a football game, Blake ended up heading home. There was a party going on, but something felt weird to him, and his stomach was in knots. When he got home, no one was there. It was quiet and all of the lights were off except for his sister’s. It wasn’t uncommon for his parents to leave Sarah alone, she had been doing it since she was about eight because their parents worked weird hours. Blake went into the house and heard a faint crashing noise in Sarah’s room. He walked back, not thinking too much of it and opened her door. She screamed just as the door opened, and there was a man standing at her bed side. Blake froze, he couldn’t move.
The man looked up and smiled cynically at Blake before thrusting his hand through Sarah’s chest. She let out a small cry and then fell back on her bed, blood soaking the sheets. The man looked back at Blake and said in a raspy voice ”One day… We will meet again” And with that, his eyes flashed black and he took off through Sarah’s window. Just then, Blake’s parents came home, they saw Blake in the doorway and saw Sarah’s body on the bed. From there, police were involved for questioning. Blake just told them he had come to her like that… He hadn’t seen anything. Everyone would have thought he was nuts, a man putting his hand through flesh and bone? No way…
After Sarah’s death, Blake started researching. He found out a lot about demons, ghosts, supernatural beings in general. Then, he heard of a group of people that hunt such beings. He gathered his stuff after graduation and moved to Albuquerque. His excuse was to go to school and UNM, but his real reason… To train. He had met a few people “in the business” and he wanted to be able to rid the world of such evils. Since then, Blake has been training. Yes, he’s still fairly new to it all, but he does what he can, where he can
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
He slowed down a bit, taking a small curve in the road. He watched in front of him, but constantly checking his mirrors to make sure the lights weren’t still trailing him. BOOM! Blake’s car made crunching noises, the metal screeching around him. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. The coke he had in the cup holder, was now flying in front of his face as his car tumbled off of the road. His eyes opened, looking through the cracked windshield of his car. There was a red haze in his eyes and his head was pounding. He looked at what he thought was up, but he could feel the blood rushing to his head and his seatbelt was digging into his shoulder. It was holding him in place, making sure he didn’t fall to the roof of his car.
Blake looked around for a moment and pulled his knife from his boot. He cut the seatbelt and he braced himself so he didn’t fall on his head. He then crawled from the wreckage. The police vehicle was still on the side of the road, lights flashing, but no one was moving inside of it. Suddenly, black smoke flew from the vehicle and Blake, still trying to get his bearings, stood for a moment. What did the demon want? He needed to find some help. His head was pounding and there was a sharp pain on his arm.
He looked down at his shoulder and realized there was a gash in it. About six inches long, and from the blood coming from it… It was pretty deep. Blake started walking north. He had no where to go for now… He needed to find someone… He then took off the shirt, already covered in some blood, and wrapped it around his shoulder as he continued his walk
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore. And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore. And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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