Blaise is 17, tan skin, green eyes, black haired with red dyed tips, 5ft9, lean and muscular. He's cheeky, kind, smart, funny, a gentleman, has good hand-eye coordination, athletic, flirty and smokes

he has a passion for food, fitness, gaming, and mechanics with a strong dislike for Christmas and partys. His talents included mechanics, paining and playing drums. He also lived with his uncle.

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It was late autumn and it was a calm evening. The brown leaves fell from the trees that looked over the graveyard where Blaise stood in a suit with his family trying his best not to sob.

It was his uncles funeral. The same uncle he had lived with his entire life. After the ceremony he walked off a bit to calm down and light a cigarette when he saw a girl.

The girl was sat next to a grave reading. A crow perched on the headstone. He was awestruck. She sat beside a mossy grave. Quiet as can be, petting the crow. The only light was a lantern hung on a tree above.