Blake Lyn Phoenix

[Blake Phoenix]

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name;; Blake Lyn Phoenix
nicknames;; none.
age;; 17
date of birth;; October 18, 1990
species;; Shape-shifter; coyote, wolf, and fox
year;; Senior
sexual orientation;; Straight
occupation;; student
face claim;; Lauren Steil


general appearance;;
Blake has blond hair, usually, but sometimes she dies it brown, or the ends a crazy color like blue or pink. Her sharp features in her face make some people stare and others glare. Her hazel eyes are normal and change color depending on the season. Her petite form might make her seem frail or weak, but she can take getting thrown off a horse or anything else.

She has some muscle, especially in her legs and arms from volleyball, but she has hardly any muscle in her abdominals or chest area. Her skin is a tannish color in the summer, and a creamy ivory in the winter. She's a tough cookie though, coming from London and the skin on her hands are calloused, especially her fingers, from playing guitar.

Her skin looks flawless but, she has scars all over her body from random fights and encounters when she was younger. She looks younger then she is, usually, but some people think she looks older. By looking at her, you would think she was a rebel or a scene kid, but she isn't either. She's just a normal girl trying to have some fun... well, as normal as she could get.

general personality;;
Spunky-- Never will you find a girl with as much spark as Miss Blake. She's always trying new things and never afraid to get back up and try again. She has a certain thing that makes her foster parents admire her but fear her at the same time.

Thrives for danger-- She could care less if something is dangerous. If she thinks it looks fun or entertaining at the least, she's going to do it. She has been bucked off a stallion horse, but she got back on, twice. She has been in the hospital more times then she can keep count for doing dangerous, stupid stuff. It's part of being able to change into a wolf or coyote. You learned to be tough.

Flirtacious-- Wow, does she flirt. She flirts for a good cause though. Now, she's just trying to find a nice, cute boy to flirt with and maybe settle down with. She flirts a lot but she's not known to fuck on the first date, or the first hour for that matter.

likes;;
-Photography
-loud music
-boys
-partying
-animals
-woods
-flirting
-danger
-sex
-rain

dislikes;;
-police
-rules
-low self esteem
-the word 'no'
-not being able to change when she wants
-being different sometimes

fears;;
-heights
-drowning
-the other kids at Winterthorne at first
-early death
-bugs
-not finding love

quirks;;
-drumming
-is always moving
-likes new things
-not afraid to get down and dirty
-random

secrets;;
-she's only a half-shifter which is why she can only turn into three things
-she doesn't want anyone to know about her past

magyck;;
-can shapeshift into three forms

family members;;
Mother: Jennifer Lyn Phoenix- Shapeshifter
Father: Chris Dawson Phoenix- Human
history;;
From the time she was eleven, Blake knew she didn't belong. Her parents always were going out to business dinners and dressing up, being boring and no ever going on a fun vacation. They always told her to keep quiet and not complain. She was never babied, or shown affection, to. She was more like a prize winning trophy, that never got touched after it was won.
At age 13, she started rebelling, more, like most teenagers do. She would back talk her parents, argue, and say 'it's not fair'. She would try whatever was thrown at her. Wakeboarding, snowboarding, skateboarding, paintballing. Anything that had a little thrill in it, she would do it. She started flirting with guys and had her first boyfriend, but they broke up.
15, her parents couldn't stand having her in their house. Or rather, her mom couldn't. Her mom screamed at her and hit her, her dad sat by and watched it happen. Two months after she turned 15 though, was the last straw. She had come home an hour late, 10 instead of 9, and her mom was waiting at the door. Where have you been? she questioned, glaring at the thing that she named Blake. I got caught up, sorry. though there was no trace of a sorry in her voice. You're so ungrateful! We let you live in this house and all you do is go behind our backs! That had pissed Blake off. I'm your kid! Not a pet! I have to live here! I'm your daughter, for God's sake! You never let me do anything or take me anywhere! Can't you see? You're an awful mother! A slap to the face came next, alone with pushing her out the door, screeching at the top of her lungs to her daughhter to never come back. The next day, her dad called Social Services and they came and took Blake to send her to some stranger's house.
16. In less then a year, she had been sent to five houses. No one seemed to want her and no one could handle her for more then two months. That was ok with Blake though. She didn't like any of them, anyways. But when she turned 17, things changed. She learned that she was a shapeshifter.
After becoming mad one day at the foster parent's son, she had been about to punch a wall when she looked up and saw she was on the ground... with a long nose?? And paws?
She called her mother for the first time in years and they had a huge fight. It mostly consisted of her screaming at her mom for not telling her and her mother sighing before giving her the school name. Now, a new student at almost 18, life was about to become... interesting.

post sample;;
Ugh. She didn't know what to wear. Didn't that always happen though? Girls not knowing what to wear? Because it sure as hell always happened with Blake. Blake groaned as she threw dress after skirt after shirt on her bed. "Don't look at me like that, Duke! I can't find anything to wear!" she complained to her new companion, her puppy Duke. The dog just sat there, wagging his tail. "I swear, if you pee on my bed, I'm not going to be happy!"she warned. Blake groaned and decided on her mini skirt that still saved her from looking like a little slut and her black tank top. She was feeling uncreative and that was a good enough reason for her not to wear anything very dressy. It was a club. With Talan. It's not like she needed to wear a dress or anything.

Blake grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom sending a text to Talan telling him to come in if he got here. Stripping herself and jumping in the shower, she yelped as the cold water hit her. She cursed a steady stream or words that probably shouldn't come out a woman's mouth and turned it so it was warmer. Ah. That was better. She washed her hair and body in record time and started blow drying her hair, flipping her cold, wet hair so it was laying flat on her back. What to do with her hair... hmm... She ran a hand through it, blow drying it while plugging in her curling iron. Eh, Talan was one of the few lucky guys who got to see her hair curled.

She made sure to lock the bathroom door, seeing as she had forgotten to when she was in the shower, and started dressing. She smoothed down her tank top and picked up her curling iron, burning her finger right away, earning a high pitched yelp from her as she tried not to drop the iron. Tonight just wasn't her night, apparently. She growled and put her finger in her mouth for a moment before going back to curling her hair. Why did it take so long for girls to look good? The things they did for men! She turned off the ironer and opened the door, turning off the bathroom light.

"Duke, no chasing Jax! I'm sure he doesn't appreciate that! And Jax, no scratching Duke! GUYS! STOP!" she yelled, going over and pulling Jax off Duke, who was yelping and whinning. "God damnit! BE NICE!" This wasn't working, already. "Don't make me banish you to my room, Jax." she growled, staring at the cat who meowed. She went back into her room, dropping the cat on the bed and looking in the mirror, holding her head in her hands. Hopefully, Talan was having a better time then Blake was. She tightened the hair tie that was keeping most of her hair up and sighed. Now all she needed was Talan.

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