Post by Blake Griffin on May 30, 2022 22:15:42 GMT
Blake Griffin  the basics full name • blake elliot griffinnickname • g.i. blake age • nineteen birthday • september 22nd, 1999 gender • male sexuality • hetero species• werewolf, beta occupation • student, grocery bagger the looks face claim • bob morleyheight & weight • five foot ten inches, one-hundred and sixty pounds overall looks • soft brown eyes. curly brown hair that hangs just past his ears. wide-based nose. freckles, most prominently on his nose. often has stubble along jaw and above his lip. quite muscular. gold eyes, pointed ears, claws, and lengthened fangs when turned. the personality likes - blackmailing - gossip - lacrosse - sabrina dislikes - abandonment - his parents - rum - secrets strengths - charisma - resourcefulness weaknesses - impulsivity - selfishness dreams - to get out of beacon hills and make a name for himself somewhere. fears - that everyone will abandon him. overall personality • blake is overwhelmingly nosey. he is known to be extremely charismatic and uses his charm to get what he wants. he loves to gossip, obtaining a wealth of information to use against others. he finds himself as a ‘robin hood’ of sorts, feeling that he steals truths from the bad and twists them into something positive–though this is often only for his own benefit. he is a flirt, known to bed girls his age as well as women twice of that. he likes to seem aloof and carefree, but he is severely emotional. he is loyal to a fault, bordering co-dependent, and when that trust is betrayed, he has a hard time letting go of the hurt. this is most likely due to his father abandoning his mother after getting her pregnant and by result, his mother being distant with him. the history mother • sherri, 35, bartenderfather • wayde, 42, semi-truck driver, werewolf (beta) siblings • no siblings he knows of overall history • blake was born to a sixteen-year-old girl who’d been stupid enough to fall for an older man’s promises. after wayde had gotten what he wanted, he’d left little sherri high and dry. she was fifteen and pregnant, she didn’t even know the father’s last name. so, when blake was born shortly after her birthday, he carried her family name and the weight of her resentment. her parents hadn’t allowed her to abort him, they were diehard christians. they didn’t believe in adoption, wanting her to bear the weight of her sins. sherri hated her baby, taking care of him the bare minimum she could while working her part-time job. she’d been forced to drop out of school, working the night shift at the jungle dance club as a waitress until she was old enough to handle the liquor–when she was then promoted to bartender. blake grew up in his grandparents' home until he was four. while his mother was neglectful, his grandparents spoiled him when they could. but with them both gone during the day, blake didn’t know love often. a few days after his fifth birthday, while blake was in his kindergarten class and his mother was working at her new second job, there had been a break-in at home. his grandparents were supposed to be at work, the house was supposed to be empty, but they’d taken the day off to celebrate their anniversary. no one picked blake up from school that day. in her distress, sherri had forgotten about her son. he was brought home by the police, eyes wide and full of tears as he watched the stretchers roll out of his family home. it was the first time sherri hugged her son, pulling him out of the cruiser and into her arms as she mourned the death of her parents. he thinks it was the only time. sherri couldn’t afford the house, so she sold all she could and took the profit and put it into a small home in a shady part of beacon hills. her resentment doubled for her son, refusing to acknowledge him most days as she drowned her sorrows in liquor before heading to work. she lost her second job, but earned enough at the club to barely scrape by. in response, blake had become mean and cruel. he was a bully out of necessity. he needed to establish dominance, to gain power where he could. jensen had been an easy target. the boy was kind and all smiles, blake hated it. he hated more when the boy would lay out an extra sandwich and chips for him after a week of stealing it. blake didn’t know how to handle the sympathy, he didn’t like it. but he took the sandwich and shoved jensen as he walked away with it. he didn’t know how to thank him. blake caused trouble. loud and obnoxious in class as he sought out attention anyway he could. when he was eight, he saw jensen at the park alone in the sandbox. he was often wandering around beacon hills alone. his mother didn’t care where he was or where he went. he didn’t think she’d care if he ever came home. he marched over to the boy, particularly upset today because he hadn’t eaten in a day or so and he hated jensen’s smile. summers were hard for him, rarely did his mother find it fit to stock the house with food he could make for himself. he’d been ready to shove jensen over when he found himself face first in the sand and a threatening, childish voice in his ears. ashton was the first person to ever put him in his place. blake was completely taken over by this need to be around the boy who had such fire. he didn’t fight the hold, but jensen did, pushing at ashton to get him off because he didn’t want anyone hurt. the pair spent the rest of the day together at the park, blake’s tail tucked between his legs and eyes full of wonder. when ashton had him tag along with them as they got lunch and icecream, he knew he’d never let the kid go. they were best friends fairly easily, but when ashton left at the end of the summer, blake settled for jensen’s company. he was still rough with the boy, but more teasing than anything. with ashton’s help, jensen had gotten blake to explain his situation the best an eight year old could and in turn, jensen spoke to his own parents. they had been moved and did all they could to help the boy. blake learned to accept the kindness, spending most of his time in one of the spare rooms in the pines’ cabin. they fed him and bought him clothes, caring for him the way a parent should. he wanted to move in, but once his mother started collecting government assistance for him, she’d told him to spend more nights at home in case a worker showed up to check on them. he hated her, hated that she kept taking him from the only place that really felt like home. when he was ten, jensen being nine, they met sabrina. his palms grew sweaty and heartbeat fast at the sight of her. she was cute and full of attitude. she got along better with jensen than him, but that didn’t stop him from following her around like a lost puppy. he was her g.i. blake, the pair laughing at the action figure that vaguely looked like him. she was his brina, starting with a ‘b’ because his name did too and it just made her better. they played at recess together and at the park when school was out. she’d sneak over to the pines’ cabin to get away from her family the same as he did. ashton didn’t like her, the pair were too similar–maybe that’s why he enjoyed being around her so much. when ash was away, it was like a piece of him was still there. the group were unstoppable when together, but seemed to falter some when their leader wasn’t present. they lacked direction, but never strayed from one another. at eleven, blake learned the value of a secret. he’d caught two of his teacher’s in a comprised position, having been waiting for his mom to come get him from school. eyes wide and full of wonder as the pair pulled apart and begged him not to say anything. from then forward, blake collected secrets and used them to gain power. as they entered middle school, james was introduced to the group. he’d been a hellion, mean just to be mean. he stuck his leg out, looking to trip jensen just for the hell of it, but blake caught the act and smacked the boy on the back of the head before jensen could even register what happened. it was then that he realized how much he cared for the kid, and as jensen looked up at him with round eyes and a small smile, he realized it too. when james turned his rage on blake, the boy told him it was a bad idea. he’d told him about ashton, about how when he got back in town, it would be hell to pay if he laid a hand on one of them. james was intrigued, choosing his battles and deciding to see what this ashton guy was like to have so many people under his thumb. when ashton came back that summer, he dubbed james by his last name and it stuck. murphy was a part of their pack. while a grouch and often hostile, he was extremely loyal. he did what he thought would benefit him and being associated to ashton was a strength in his eyes. blake and him got along well, raising hell while sabrina and jensen picked up the mess they left. it worked extremely well. when blake got a phone with jensen’s parents' help, he kept in contact with ashton daily. he was the oldest of the group, but was infinitely the least mature. when he was thirteen, he shifted for the first time. he happened to be at jensen’s house when it happened. they, being werewolves too, helped him through it and later explained the world of the supernatural to him. it seems that the reason his father had been in beacon hills must have been to visit family members, for the town was known to be a supernatural hub. at fifteen, murphy got sick. he’d always been kind of frail in physique, but now he was on death’s door. but ashton saved him, just as he saved the rest of them. murphy took the shift hard, but they all worked with him. when he was sixteen, his world shattered. ashton had kissed sabrina. he didn’t understand his feelings for the girl, hadn’t told anyone about them so he couldn’t blame ashton for doing it, but he did hate the outcome. sabrina left the pack. it wasn’t ashton’s fault and they all knew it, but it gave her a reason to run–to abandon them. blake wasn’t the same after that. he had never so much as kissed a girl, as much as ashton had pressured him to. he didn’t like the idea of it, didn’t know how to show affection when he never got any at home. he didn’t know what love was meant to look like. his mom never brought more than a fling home. he didn’t remember his grandparents. jensen’s parents were recently divorced. but with sabrina gone, he fell into a playboy persona. sophomore year, he met elliot munson. the two became friends quickly, bonding over their love for women and the lose of loved ones. they hung out occasionally and it was eli's parties that blake went to most, but they weren't too close. blake used his charm and his secrets to get what he wanted. he earned a reputation around town, spreading himself thin as he learned as much about everyone as he could. he’d laid with women twice his age and girls a few years younger–he didn’t have a type, just wanting to lose himself in someone else’s truth for a while. he was gifted a car by the pines’ for his birthday after he’d gotten a job. like jensen and murphy, blake been hired at the grocery store. the walk was long from his mom’s house to the store and with what money he saved up, his friends’ family pitched in and paid the rest off. it was purple, his favorite color. a statement. at work, he’d charm the women as he placed their bags in their trunk, gathering intel and using it where he could. he had an ‘a’ in math because his teacher’s wife thought her husband was cheating. all it took was a little digging and he’d caught the man in the act. the promise of a raised grade and the secret was kept. that didn’t stop blake from fucking his poor wife, though. he put ashton’s sex stories to shame, becoming a monster in the bed and a common face at house parties. drunks have no filters, he got the best gossip from giggling girls and tipsy men. at these parties, he met jamie. she was a cute little redhead who was eager to spill little stories after a drink or two. at these parties, he’d made friends and enemies out of many. he saw sabrina occasionally. he made a point out of avoiding her. she’d hurt him. she’d left him. he couldn’t drop that grudge. blake operated this way for two years, avoiding is mother when he could and desperate to feel something. when ashton’s parents died, he felt like he’d been sucker punched. he did the best he could to console his best friend, but knew jensen was better suited to carry that burden. he was intrigued by jade and erin, noticed the way that ashton was with the both of them, but that was a secret he couldn’t bare to uncover. he, like jensen, turned a blind eye to whatever the situation was. in december of 2017, he finally blew up on his mom. he was eighteen, a free man. the pines’ gave him a home and he was happy to accept. blake chatted with lottie outside of the cafe in late january, shortly after ashton had taken out jade and erin had left the house with her clothes disheveled, using his ties with jamie to get to know the girl better. she was cute and interesting, he was intrigued by the banshee. in february, they got murphy to move in. the boy had just turned eighteen himself and his home life was no better than blake’s. the whole pack was under one roof, led by their alpha. just one piece was missing. when blake was leaving a party one night at the end of winter and saw a girl in a skirt with her thumb out, he hadn’t thought twice about stopping. when he rolled the window down and glanced out to see sabrina, he wished he’d kept driving, but it was too late now. the conversation was stilted, him still too hurt and now so much different than he had been. he’d convinced her to come see the pack, however, knowing that he couldn’t just let her go now. jensen hugged her upon seeing her and ashton apologized. murphy was grumpy from being woken up so late, but didn’t snap at her the way he would have it had been anyone else. and like that, she was welcomed back. blake was slow to warm up to her, trying to figure out who to be around her now that so much had changed. if blake had nearly stopped sleeping around since sabrina came back, well, that was just a coincidence. they were just becoming close as september of 2018 came around. he had just turned nineteen, thinking about where he was going with his life after graduating. they were meant to throw a party for him this weekend to celebrate. he’d been up late, fucking around on his phone when he heard commotion in the house. he caught the tail end of jensen’s explanation to murphy, immediately texting sabrina for details. after the officer and charlie had died at the hands of a werewolf, blake had done all he could to scrounge up answers from everyone. he had nothing, but it seems that jade had sought them out and was hurt. he waited for updates, knowing that his alpha must be upset and wishing there was more he could do. the visuals home • a two-story, cabin styled home that rests on the border of the preserve. the closest neighbor is over a mile away, offering privacy to the small pack. there are five rooms, two bathrooms, a spacious living room, and a grand kitchen. each pack member has their own room. jensen and ashton have rooms upstairs while uncle benny, blake, and murphy have ground floor rooms. there is a pool in the backyard before the land stretches into the forest. there is also a basement that doubles as a cell for rough shifts on a full moon as well as a liquor cellar.car • a matte purple 2013 dodge challenger that he bought with the help of the pines’ family. it was a late gift for his sixteenth birthday. outfits • he tends to have quite a laid back approach to his clothing. he prefers cargo pants or gym shorts and a t-shirt. he loves the color purple in his wardrobe with his signature piece being a purple cap with his name on it that ashton got him as a gag gift for his birthday when he was fourteen. more often than not, though, he is shirtless when he can get away with it. the threads from first to recent:sweet six shooter | blake & lottie no cabs to be had | blake & sabrina it's not the same as it was | blake & sabrina |
