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[@BrutalBx] [hider=Blake Lloyd][center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/RGBgWpB.png?1[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/tLFlZLw.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ut71fTu.gif[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171014/40ef9cde0cbab79ea014fc9246810c34.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/pAIsAUX.png?1[/img][/center] [color=ff6b34]║[/color] Name [color=ff6b34]║[/color] [indent][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171014/ff158978febd14817c2c29401b45f1ee.png[/img][/indent] [color=ff6b34]║[/color] Birthday & Age [color=ff6b34]║[/color] [indent][color=gray]October 13th, 22[/color][/indent] [color=ff6b34]║[/color] Gender & Sexual Orientation [color=ff6b34]║[/color] [indent][color=gray]Female, Bisexual[/color][/indent] [color=ff6b34]║[/color] Occupation [color=ff6b34]║[/color] [indent]Lifestyle: [color=gray]Starving artist[/color] Means to make money: [color=gray]Barista [color=ff6b34]→[/color] Dog walker [color=ff6b34]→[/color] Babysitter[/color] [/indent] [color=ff6b34]║[/color] Appearance [color=ff6b34]║[/color] [indent][color=gray]Naturally, she's a brunette, but ever since she could (age 12, to be exact), Blake has dyed her hair a variety of shades and colors. Now she is sporting bleach blonde hair with blue streaks. Her skin is exceptionally pale in comparison to most people, as she stands at 5'5". Her weight fluctuates due to her inconsistent eating habits. Her warm, hazel eyes and the way she holds herself conveys the amount of 'life' she has experienced and for such a young age too. Tired. Always tired. With an underlining sadness. Cigarettes and a lighter aren't too far from her person and her main attire usually is accompanied with a top (shirt/jacket/sweater) far bigger than her self - usually hiding her relatively thin shape. Her stockings and jeans are more often than not worn and torn and she has a couple of hand me down dresses from her late mother. One clothing of item you might notice on her more frequently than your average gal is her black beret, or one of three beanie hats (black, white, blue). Boots and converses are her shoes of choice and it doesn't take much to realize that she does not come from money - since her street style is without a doubt low budget. The most expensive things she carries around with her are her aquamarine headphones and her Ipod, which she protects with her life (possessive over it because they have songs made by her mother on it). [/color][/indent] [color=ff6b34]║[/color] Personality [color=ff6b34]║[/color] [indent][color=gray]Growing up, Blake was socially awkward and clung to the close people in her life - especially her mother, since her father was never in the picture. There was a time when she was easily embarrassed and internally scared of more things than she would have liked to admit, but as time goes on, you choose to either live a life by fear or by love. Blake chose love. Love for her mother, mostly. Little Blake led a quiet childhood. A true introvert that needed other people to get her out of her comfort zone (which was in the safety of her mother's home). The only time she did anything 'wild' was when she was with her childhood friends...climbing trees, swimming in the lake, scary ghost stories around a bonfire, etc. She was the girl that carried a notepad where ever she went just so she could jot her thoughts down and build a world that her songs would explore. If she had the patience and discipline to write a novel series, she would, but she finds the art of music to be a mesmerizing, creative outlet and can reach a wider audience. The moment she could truly make her own decisions was when she taught herself how to play a variety of instruments (going to her mother's school to play with instruments for free), but nowadays she uses her acoustic guitar and her keyboard to formulate the notes of her songs. So far, all her songs follows the tale of a fictional family, through its generations. Dysfunctional and full of lessons. She is fully capable of using whatever instrument she sees fit like the cello or the electric guitar, so long as it adds to the ambiance of her songs. She can also manipulate sound with her laptop using software like Fruity Loops, since her mother never failed to guide her daughter in the expansion of her prodigal skills. Her mother always told her that she was gifted. [i]One day, baby, your story will reach everyone. [/i] In time, Blake did build confidence in herself to become more vocal and those around her came to realize how wise she was for her age, but also how empathy came natural to her. She understood feelings she hadn't even experienced yet and she gave those around her a listening ear. Blake is on a constant journey to seek inner peace, since her thoughts do keep her up at night. She'll speak when necessary, but her eyes express all the feeling needed at the time. Like she carries the world on her shoulders. As much as she wants to have an apathetic front, and at first glance, people naturally assume she's indifferent and doesn't care, she can't pretend and act like she's happy. Those that get to know her come to realize she's full of vibrant colors and extremely child-like with her passion for music. All her ideas coursing through her mind reflects the happiness she strives for. A guilty conscious has taken over her within the last year because she blames herself for her mother's death and so with her addictive personality, she takes meds to help her deal with her crippling depression and tries to remind herself that she can become something for her and her mother. Her preferred music is variants of folk music, indie pop, and alternative rock.[/color][/indent] [color=ff6b34]║[/color] My Dreams [color=ff6b34]║[/color] [indent][color=gray]Become 'somebody' for her mother's sake.[/color][/indent] [color=ff6b34]║[/color] Autobiography [color=ff6b34]║[/color] [indent][color=gray]Welcome to Fairhill, Philly, also known as the Badlands, one of the biggest drug zones in North Philadelphia, where the population consists of primarily Latinos and African Americans ([url=http://pics.city-data.com/nraces/42751.jpg]pie chart[/url] of races). There once was a fair, African American teacher who went by the name of [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/86/10/51/8610514167fbdb0afd983495d0c8be03--rochelle-aytes-hair-medium.jpg]Tracee Lloyd[/url]. She did not belong in this neighborhood, at least not her adult self. A sweet woman and an inspirational music teacher at Central High, just a 16 minute drive from where she resided. Fairhill was her home, where she was born and raised, and she wanted to help teach the younger generation that there was life outside of their neighborhood. Kids should learn tolerance, apply themselves, and pursue education beyond high school. To dream. To live. To fight for a better life. One thing that she was known for was usually always having a little, white baby girl by her side. A baby girl she named Blake. Tracee taught her daughter everything she knew, especially being aware of her surroundings and being street smart, but her job of teaching wasn't limited to just her daughter. It expanded to kids that came from different backgrounds, were from a different race, and who continued to believe in the labels that were built in their culture. The safest place on Earth for that baby was with her mother, who protected her from the monsters under their bed. Life was hard for Tracee, who had to support her daughter with a teacher's wage, having no other family but her child. Starting from the bottom and struggling to get to the top. The rest of her family had past on, to a better place, and Blake's father had deserted them awhile ago when he couldn't commit to the responsibility, but also suffered from a heroin addiction. Under the government, Blake was the only child to Ms. Lloyd, but it felt like she had siblings from all over, since kids considered Tracee the local mother of Fairhill. The light in everyone's darkness. A super mom. Unfortunately since Tracee had a heavy workload, she could not give Blake the childhood she deserved. When Blake did make friends that the teacher could trust, Tracee allowed her daughter to venture outside the gate and build on her life long skills, necessary to survive. Of course, Blake would always return home so that she could write and make music. There was a prodigy in her, but all Tracee could do was try to give Blake a little shove to participate in talent shows or to submit her impressive work in contests. Sadly, there was too much anxiety and fear in her baby. To the point that Blake kept all her work to herself and her mother. And to add to that, Tracee could only do so much for her child's future, when everyday she worried about their well beings and their safety. High school came for Blake and that's when she started doing odd jobs to help her mother. Her mother deserved to retire and rest. All she did was work and help everyone but herself. Blake wanted to help her. Who cares about her own future! She would have no future without her mother. After high school, her mother convinced her to go to community college, but unfortunately managing the amount of jobs she had, doing school work, and making time for her passion did not end well. So, Blake stopped going to school and expressed to her mother that she was ready to become someone, like Tracee always saw her becoming... And then her mother, the mother everyone came to love, her world... had a brain aneurysm and Blake lost her everything in an instant. She didn't even die by gun shot or drugs. It was random, out of the blue, and- and - and - Real. Far real than anything Blake has ever experienced. But, she would keep to her plan and the easiest way to do so was through the last thing her mother left her... A business card with an address that led to this place called Endeavour Records. Looks like it was time to move to South Philly and become someone... for her mother. [/color][/indent] [color=ff6b34]║[/color] Reputation [color=ff6b34]║[/color] [indent][color=gray]The only reputation she has is local (at underground venues) and even then she's just another 'penniless artist', when really she's extremely underrated. She spent most of her years building herself and helping her mother out in surviving that she hasn't really gotten a name out for herself. She's truly a nobody. A diamond in the rough that no one but her mother saw true potential in. A prodigy that didn't have the opportunities when she was young, but now? She has nothing to lose... so might as well try to get somewhere.[/color][/indent] [color=ff6b34]║[/color] Extra information [color=ff6b34]║[/color] [indent]Dialogue color: [color=ff6b34][b]ff6b34[/b][/color] FC: [color=gray]Tuppence Middleton (with blonde hair)[/color][/indent][/hider]