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Blake Celestine Ryder

Basic Information

| Name |

Blake Celestine Ryder

| Date of Birth |

18 years of age
December, 6, 1998 

| Gender |

Female

| Sexuality |

If its got two legs, it's totally fair game

| Occupation |

Works at the Red Lake Music Store

| In-Depth Appearance |

Blake has a 5’7” build that’d fit right in with gymnasts and swimmers. She had green hazel eyes often accentuated by a smudged catty eyed eyeliner style. Other than eyeliner, she goes easy on the make up. The other stuff takes too long. Blake has some scarring on her wrists and a birthmark resembling that of an eldritch dream catcher at the base of her neck, which she tells people is a tattoo thought it was on her since birth. 

| Scent |

Smell of the ocean with hints of fresh, aged wood.

Who Am I?

| Personality |
♦ Think’s outside the box ♦ Quiet ♦ Genius ♦ Blunt ♦

Blake is very much an introverted-extrovert. She’s outgoing by necessity. Spending the majority of the time learning and exploring odd topics here and there, only when she’s making music on her laptop does her introverted self turn slightly extroverted. She doesn’t like quitting and generally sees things through.

She gets to the point. Beating around the bush never appealed to her, and she has a line of other things on her mind. Sometimes, she can come across as rude when she doesn’t mean to. The combined effects of her perpetual weariness and astonishment when people don’t get something as quickly as she does little to make her amicable. Though she is soft in her own way. When she slows down her train of thought, she’ll explain something bare bone, getting straight to the point. 

| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Music, especially EDM or pop
✔ Wandering about in the great outdoors
✔ Learning about topics that people have a hard time understanding
✔ Paintball
✔ MMA
✔ Going to concerts
✔ Any type of mythology
✔ Dogs! Especially her dog Mimi.

✘ Going to parties
✘ Being among strangers
✘ People joking about any type of mental disorder
✘ Listening to people talk about things they clearly know nothing about
✘ People looking at her oddly when she’s having a lapse in her surroundings

Hobbies

Blake’s hobbies range from physical activity to diving straight into material that’s beyond the current scope of her high school knowledge base. She has a particular fascination in mythology and astrophysics. Something about understanding observation of stars and relativism of the universe with respect to light fills her with a passion other things bore her.

Music is another passion of hers. While she seldom sings in public, she does in her own time while knowing the ins and outs of the various programs she has on her computer. She works in the music store in hopes of saving up for more expensive equipment. 

| History |

Though she remembers are great many things with her eidetic memory, Blake doesn’t remember much about her childhood. It’s all a great blur. Her mom told her she’d been in Red Lake all of her life. The city life was too busy for the family. When she asked about where dad was, her mom would always shake her head and tell her the same thing, ‘we’re better off without … him. He’s gone now. He’s gone.’

As she grew older, Blake began to see things that others couldn’t. It started in elementary school and so did the teasing. Blake recalled the origin of all her problems in perfect clarity. She was swinging by herself during recess when Sophia found her. Screaming at the top of her lungs when the pale face thing with red eyes stood at her side, she ran off the school grounds ignoring the worried teachers. They followed after her and eventually caught up with her. She tried to explain the thing that was following her. The looks of confusion and worry turned to hilarity as they thought Blake was running from her imaginary friend.

Her oddities didn’t stop at Sophia though. Blake began to recall her dreams in perfect clarity as if she were controlling them. She vicciously tore through literature and resources about lucid dreaming, believing that’s what she had. The double life was taking its tool though. She was more restless and tired the next morning while she started to have trouble sleeping. Doctors diagnosed her with insomnia but nothing more. She didn’t want to give them anything worse to use against her. Sophia told her to be cautious. Though it may very well be her own consciousness talking to her, she believed the terrifying woman. A bond formed between the two, stronger than she ever had with her mother. 

Middle school to high school wasn’t any better. Given her bouts of dazing and fatigued looking disposition, Blake’s patience for normal everyday activities was low. Daily, she’d experience herself dazing and leaving her body. She’d imagine doing things in this dazed state, going places where she knew her physical body wasn’t going. At this point she was no longer surprised at her oddities and accepted them as they came. She wasn’t hurting anyone. Except the bullies.

Being made fun of became as normal as waking up for Blake. She’d be teased about her frequent dozing while contending with her ‘bitch-nerd’ status. Self-harm and drugs for a time became her outlet. There was no one to talk to in her mind. She’d shoulder and figure this out on her own. Her mom was useless. The woman took no interest in her as she herself slammed down bottles of Jameson nightly. Sophia understood though. So did the other imaginary people she started to see.

It was another typical night as she sat in her constructed lucid dream reality. Going about her night diving into topics she hadn’t the time to ponder about when she was ‘awake’, a door appeared in her dream reality. Above the door was a name of the bully written in red smeared letters. Below it was writing written with the same smeared pattern. Curious, she opened the door and knew on instinct what she was to do. She became a night terror in another’s dream. The bullying eventually stopped when she made an example out of one. More doors became available to her while she dreamt, but she never used them again. Becoming a terror of another frightened her. Dreams, in her opinion, was a sanctuary. No matter her new found abilities, it is something she seldom would do again. 

| Family |

Unknown douche - Father
Gloria Ryder - Mother
Sophia - Real, unreal mother
Mimi - Dog

| Strengths |

Confident to the degree that she can handle anything and everything by herself.
Can chameleon in with regards to interacting with people if the situation calls for it. 
Effective at explaining things to people without softening her words.

| Weaknesses |

Slow to trust and highly skeptical of everyone until she really knows them. 
At times, it’s hard for her to distinguish what’s real and what isn’t. This leads to her being seen as sociably awkward though. 
Doesn’t know how to express her feelings to others since she never really had the same upbringing as the typical person.

The Other

| Theme Song |
Drugs – Obeson

"I need it. Just a few moments away, enshrouded in haze. I need it ..."

| Extra Information |

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