"It's not my place to lead- I'm a guardian, through and through." ~ Self
Full Birth-Given Name: Louis Blake Russ Jr.
Aliases: "Red"
Birthday: December Fifteenth
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Houghton, Michigan
Prior Rank: Subordinate
Languages: English, German
Height: 6'2", 5'3"
Weight: 214 lbs, 450 lbs
Body Type: Muscular
Eye Color: Rust Brown
Hair Color: Brown, Red-brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Body Alterations: Blake bears plenty of scars across his arms and torso, and one particularly nasty looking one runs from the right corner of his jaw down to his collar bone.
Personal Style: Blake has always been a man of simplicity and function- Jeans, t-shirts, and work boots make up almost the entirety of his wardrobe, the occasional zip-up hoodie added for warmth on colder days. He does own a tux, but getting him to put it on will probably cost somebody a black eye. Warm and neutral colors seem to be the general theme of his clothes, anything too bright cast aside without a second thought.
| Devoted || Protective to a Fault || Calm || Easily Bored |
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Even as a child, Blake was always calm and well-mannered. He's even been seen as almost apathetic, prone to becoming easily bored and disinterested with whatever might be going on around him. The fastest way to get him moving, however, was to threaten just about anybody he was remotely fond of. He's never hesitated to dive into a fray on the side of a friend, or to start one over an insult aimed at them. Protective to a fault, it's a trait that has left him thoroughly scarred up and toughened...
Habits:- Chewing Toothpicks
- Napping (At inappropriate times)
- Finger-combs his hair when he's nervous
Hobbies:- Carving
- Cooking
- Napping (At inappropriate times)
- Music
Fears:- Failing to protect somebody
- Spiders (Minor)
- Heights [About three stories and up] (Paralyzing)
Likes:- Spicy Food
- Snakes
- Storms
- Fireworks
- Jazz
- Boxing
Dislikes:- Sweets
- Disloyalty
- Bullies
- Heat
- Poachers
- Boasters
Significant Other: N/A
Family Members:Louis Blake Russ Sr. || Father || Alive || Guardian
Sophia Marie Fischer-Russ || Mother || Deceased || Subordinate
James Grey Russ || Younger Brother || Alive || Subordinate
General Skills:- Boxing
- Cooking
- Sculpting
- Saxophone
- General Fitness
What Do You Have On You: Please list what clothing items they wear, as well as what's in their purse/wallet (Forms of I.D., $$$, pictures, debit/credit cards, etc.) and anything else they may carry on them, like perfume, knives, etc.
- Clothing [Black Jeans, White T-shirt, Brown Hoodie, Black Work Boots]
- Wallet [License, Debit Card, $50, Picture of his Family]
- Pocket Knife
- Sharpening Stone
- Keys
- Flip-Phone
- Boxing Tape
- His Sax
Personal Belongings: This includes anything of theirs that they will be keeping at Alpha Prep, ranging from a tv, computer, gaming stuff, personal items, etc. Household belongings.
- Outfits [Week's worth, assorted]
- His Sax
- Laptop
- A box of books and cookbooks
Insight on Life Back Home:"I was just another subordinate. Handled the usual tasks, lived the usual life. Helped Dad with his Guardian duties when I could- guess I was trying to work my way into that job myself. Just felt right, yeah? Got into it a lot with the neighboring pack, though, and a few within my pack. Won some, lost some, got scarred up pretty bad either way. Generally, it was just... Nice. Boring, sleepy, but nice."
Why Do You Think the Council Chose You?"I couldn't tell you if I wanted to. I'm no leader- I'm a defender, a scrapper. It's not my job to be at the head. Maybe they just want me trained up to guard some other Alpha."
Thoughts on Possibly Becoming an Alpha?"It just isn't my place. I'm not planning on slacking off at Prep just because I don't think it's the job for me, but I really don't plan on being a leader even if I do graduate. The training will be handy either way, though- easier to protect somebody if I know their job inside and out, and if I'm gonna be a Guardian, it may as well be directly under somebody at the top."
Theme Song:"I dunno, man, something Jazzy?"
Aberrance:"Really, I'm not that special. If anything, I just see what's worth protecting."