Blake Rowan - Shifter

Name: Blake Rowan

Nickname: Just Blake is fine, but if you think of something, go for it.

Age: 99 | 21

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Occupation: Veterinarian

Appearance:
As a human, Blake is a medium sized female, standing at 5’9” (approx. 175cm) and weighing close to 60Kg (approx. 127lbs). Her sweet ovular face can almost change completely with the slightest expression. But the most important one of all is her smile. Rare and beautiful, this sweetlings smile is the indicator of her true self: a kind, happy, loving girl who wants to dance and sing all night long. Her eyes are a lovely shade of blue, not quite dark or midnight, but not a pale periwinkle either. They are a muted shade of “bluejay” as a painter once said. Ringed by long eyelashes and guarded by natural, but quite distinctive, eyebrows. Long wavy brown hair cascades from her head naturally, preferring to flutter in the breeze than be restrained with a hair tie. Pale, barely sun kissed skin stretches over her deceptive muscles, hiding the strength within. Over her stomach and working their way to her lower ribs runs a series of pink scars that she prefers to hide. The scars are most prominent on her sides and become less so the closer to her navel they become. A few more marks and scars also marr the skin on her back, but not to the severe extent of those on her anterior torso.

As a lioness, Blake stands at 30” to the shoulder (approx. 2’6”), making her a medium sized female. Technically her fur is considered white, making her a white lioness. In actuality the colouring is a very light tan, almost yellow colour, akin to that of a Labrador. Great paws carry the immense 280lb load with relative ease. At first glance her white fur appears quite soft and begging to be petted. However, a closer inspection reveals the fur to be stiff and coarse along her body. Only the fur of he head, face and belly are soft enough for a human to comfortably touch. The tip of her long tail is completed with a tuft of light brown fur. Along her belly and back run a series of scars matching those found on her human shell. However, these scares are far less noticeable, being disguised by the fur there. Her human blue eyes are reflected in the feline form, making for quite a distinctive specimen.

Human Photo:


Race: Shifter

Rank Requested: Mender

Specialization: Can shift into a white lioness

Primal Form Photo:



Height: 5’9” | 2’6” to the shoulder

Weight: approx. 58Kg (127lbs) | 127Kg (280lbs)

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Brown | Yellow-white fur

Identifying Marks: A flurry of pink scars over her stomach | Some scars on stomach (mostly hidden by fur)

Face Claim: Emilia Clarke

Personality:
Blake has a kind heart deep down. But the life she lived has made her distrusting of a great many people. She often prefers to travel alone, unhindered. She enjoys adventuring and discovering new places and ideas. She can be very deep and thoughtful, her time as a prisoner of war giving her a free pass to reflect inwardly. Sometimes she can be a bit of a daredevil, taking a car out to the racetrack and simply putting her foot to the floor. It was the only time when every negative thought left her mind and she could just concentrate on being alive. Her love for animals and helping has brought her an appreciation for her abilities. The rare moments she got to shift into her lion form were precious to her, and so she relished them. At times she is shy and will hide from others if they appear to pose a threat to her. She is very self-conscious about her scars and to show them would be a true show of trust in that individual. Her mind may not be the brightest place at all times, but it is a place of knowledge.

Likes:
Running in her primal form
Swimming
Adventuring
Learning
Helping people
Driving fast cars
Gardening (In particular tending to flowers)

Dislikes:
Her Father
Death
Humans (those fighting and promoting the war, everyday humans are fine)
War
Spaghetti
Overly aggressive people
Smokers
Drug and alcohol abusers

Habits:
Blake has no particularly distinctive habits to speak of. She does not blink excessively when she lies, nor does she pace with impatience. But she is often shy and very protective of her primal form. Though it has been many years since her abduction and torture, she is unaware as to the status of the Feline war. She has no idea if her brother and father are alive or dead, but she would rather not know. Instead she prefers to hide the nature of her primal form from any shifter she meets. Not only that, but her scars would almost immediately give her away to anyone who knew of the war in the far south. Her primal form displays the marks far more easily than her human shell. At least in her humanoid form she has the ability to wear clothes that hide what she doesn't want the world to see. Makeup helps too, although it is far more effort than simply pulling on an extra sweater. In terms of nervous ticks or tells, she is like any other girl as far as she can tell. When she is scared or unsure she might look down or bite her lip. When she is cold, she rubs her arms in the hopes of the friction warming her. Many things that a natural human might do in the same situation. She has learned to become a good actress and hide herself in plain sight, but any shifter with even the mildest spot of intelligence could read her like an open book. On occasion she might be found pottering about with some project or other - this is not typically odd behaviour - but when she is stressed or upset she will throw herself into her work with a vigour. In these cases, when work and personal projects do not keep her mind occupied, she will attempt to physically exhaust herself - either by running or (if she has access) by going to a gym.

History:
Born in 2771, Blake was one of two. She shared the womb with her brother Boromir. Sired by the great lion known as Murtagh the Vicious, and brought into the world by his mate Denala of the Vale. The first five years of her life were spent living alongside her brother and mother in their great palace. In the great southern land, their father lead one of the largest shifter clans in the known world. Their clan was comprised almost entirely of felines – whether tiger, leopard, bobcat, cheetah or any other form. But it was the lions who ruled. The lions were considered the superior species, having already been adapted to living in a social hierarchy. Thanks went to their primal ancestors for that trait. Life was simple for the children.

At the age of five, like all young cubs, Blake and Boromir went through their first shift together. Boromir, of course, shifted into a typical male lion, still earning his mane. But Blake shifted into a young white lioness. All were shocked at her visage, for the white fur was a rare occurrence and almost always followed with an omen of death. Blake grew up knowing she was different and being treated accordingly. She learnt how to control her shifting and command her primal form just as easily as her human shell. At the age of sixteen, Murtagh called his daughter into the throne room of the palace. Before all congregated, he presented her and had her stand beside her brother on his left side. Glancing sidelong at her tall sibling, all she could see was the hardened soldier in him. In the years since their shift, whilst she had been discovering the secrets of the castle and learning alongside the other children, Boromir had taken to training with a vengeance. He became an elite killer at the age of twelve and ever since had served as his fathers right hand. The time would eventually come when the two males would be required to fight for the title, though when that happened would be dependent on when her brother earned his mane. But Boromir was intelligent. He hadn’t shifted in front of their father in years. But Blake knew his secret. His mane had grown in two years earlier. It was thick and dark, almost black. It was a truly a menacing sight. And she knew he would challenge the king when he was ready.

Her focus was set on the very back wall of the throne room as Murtagh called prisoner to be brought in. Through the back doors came two guards dragging a restrained Denala between them. She kicked and screamed, begging to be freed, claiming to be unaware of what she had done. They threw her to her knees before the throne, her mate looking upon her with disgust. ”Denala. You stand accused of mating outside the mating bond. Desecrating your vows to your husband and bringing shame to your offspring.” She screamed denial and begged to be freed. ”Silence, whore. For your treason, you are sentenced to death. Boromir.” Her brother stepped forth, drawing his great sword. He walked slowly down the steps to his mother, no emotion in his eyes. Blake remained silent, frozen in shock and unsure how to react. Was she a bastard child? She might never know. Her colouring was certainly evidence enough to support the claim. One swift stroke removed the Queens head from her shoulders and the crowed cheered for the most part. Some small number jeered, calling the king a coward. ”He who casts the sentence should swing the sword you coward!” Came one voice. He was immediately found and dragged to the front and beheaded like the Queen. People screamed and ran, some tried to stay and fight. The shifter who had spoken out was a tiger. Everyone knew the history of the shifters, and tigers – whilst not the rulers – were revered as the descendants of the first of their race.

In the years that followed, there were uprisings, mutterings or war. The tigers became restless. They felt slighted, unappreciated. Somehow they got the idea that since they were the first of the shifters, they deserved to rule over their kind. Blake turned eighteen, trapped in a cell and twenty in a land consumed by war. Late one night, tigers stole into her room, drugged and kidnapped her. She was transported to an undisclosed location and kept for nearly two years for questioning. In that time she was tortured. Sliced, stabbed and beaten. But the other felines found the rebel base and attacked with a vengeance. They set fire to the camps and bombed the underground bunkers. Blake lay curled in the back of the command tent when her brothers massive lion form burst through. She’d seen him shift enough to know him anywhere. He immediately returned to his human form, released her and begged her to return home with him. But she couldn’t. Not to that palace, that prison, that place of hatred. Behind closed doors her father had beaten her. If she tried to defend herself she was punished with the removal of her meals. She believed it was because she reminded her father of her mother. Why he didn’t kill her too was beyond her.

Blake found a retractable bo staff among the items in the command tent and set off on her own. Everyone she came across was foe. The staff became her signature weapon in the years that followed. She travelled as far as possible from the shifter world and hid among the humans. She found she had a love for knowledge and helping others. The lioness spent years studying until finally she graduated college and became a Doctor. But the life was not for her. With the war between humans and all other species, she felt too alienated. She missed being at home, she missed the animals. So at the age of 43 she went back to school, studying this time to become a Veterinarian. She graduated with honours and set to work. Being part animal herself, she found her ability to heal the animals quite invigorating. She travelled with her work, caring for the pets of humans everywhere. But the further she got from her old home, the more she saw of the war of species. She became suffocated, surrounded by the talentless humans with a thirst for war. So she sought out a place where she might find the protection of others of her kind.

Father: Murtagh | Status: Unknown

Mother: Denala | Status: Dead

Siblings: Boromir | Status: Unknown

Spouse/Mate: N/A

Offspring: N/A

Pets: N/A

Other Important People: N/A

Joining Keys: Keys have been removed.

Fixed - just an error. I'd written this at like 2am.

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