xBlake x Kansas
xā¢ x Medicus x ā¢ x Doctorx ā¢ x DƤktÉr x ā¢
- Blake Kansas
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n i c k n a m e s x // x BK
a c t u a l x a g e x // x1541
p h y s i c a l x a g e x // x36
g e n d e r x // xMale
s e x u a l i t y x // xPreviously experimental, has since chosen heterosexuality
o r i g i n x // xRome, 476 AD
s p e c i e s x // xNightmare
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w e i g h t x // x220lbs
h a i r x // x Short and messy, Blakeās hair is usually a representation of how he would like to be most of the time. In times of great appearance based needs, he will slick it up and clean himself to look the part. Typically there is a constant 5 oāclock shadow on his face, but rarely does it continue on to a full beard, and you will never see him clean shaven.
e y e s x // xTypically a dark blue, but they have been known to change.
o d d i t i e s x // xIt almost appears like heās lost a slight amount of control when it comes to his eye color on days of extreme stress. His eyes will shift from normal colors such as blue and green, to more extremes such as milky white and blood red. He plays this off as colored contacts. He also tends to spend a great deal of time staring off into the distance, contemplating his next moves or simply daydreaming.
a p p e a r a n c e x // xTall but not muscular, Blake gives the impression of someone whoās gone past their prime and is just starting to slide into the inevitable degradation of old age. There is no six pack, there are no rippling muscles, but he isnāt completely fat or out of shape either. In most terms, he rather a fairly slim aging man with a few wrinkles here and there to signify his changing stature. Thereās something about Blakeās presence that appears to be calming, a soft smile often accompanying his features and eyes that project an aura of safety. He has his own case of charm, often using jokes and wiles to get what he wants to accompany his rather āat easeā posture and appearance. In terms of clothing, he prefers practicality and, at times, a little bit of flourish. None of his items are ever bargain bin, but neither are they completely over the top. Most of the time theyāll be well crafted signature items meant for the busy aristocrat on the go.
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I N G E N I U M
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Shadow Form x // x Every Demon has their own sort of form that they can shift to to give themselves an advantage, akin to a shapeshifter. Blakeās happens to be a malleable shadow like entity that can grow or shrink to any proportion he can think of. This form also gives off an aura, imperceptible to the regular human senses that induces a very primal feeling of fear and dread. While current advances towards his kind have dulled this ability somewhat, he has found that he can power through it if he simply tries hard enough. In this form, Blake is immune to all conventional weapons and even some of the ones meant specifically to kill him. That being said, this form drains his energy rapidly, and unless heās fed recently, he canāt maintain it for long. Along with this comes: Increased strength, limited ability to glide and rapid movement, ease of entry via air ducts, small holes, cracks in the floor, etc.
Demon Sensesx // x Blakeās senses have long ago surpassed the humans, and while he can not claim to have the best nose in the business nor ears, what he does possess is an incredible insight into the human anatomy. His eyes work like a combination of heat sensing and x-ray. With them, he is capable of seeing through walls, exploring the interior of someoneās body, registering their pulses and breathing. Naturally, his other senses are heightened as well, but his eyes are the only things that are worth explaining.
True Invisibility (Planar Shift)x // x Keeping in tune with his shadowy persona, Blake has the ability to make himself invisible to the human eye. While one might assume they could use some other method of sight to get the upper hand, such as heat or even night vision, they would be mistaken. Blakeās ability to disappear from sight could be considered an extra-planar power as he seems to step into a realm that stands side by side with the mortal world. He can not be viewed through any means aside from powerful magics. On the flip side, he cannot interact with the mortal world when he does this, and essentially becomes ethereal, able to pass through walls, doors, people, etc as if they werenāt even there. In order to do anything, he must make himself visible once more.
F O R T I T U D O
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Medical Expertisex // x It may seem ironic for a being that feeds on fear to become the one profession that can save people from death, but not in his mind. Blake has trained for a millennia learning every new technique throughout the ages to become one of the best doctors in the world...but no one knows it. Instead, he uses his profession to take on only the most desperate of cases, ones where people arenāt expected to survive and a family is waiting for them to pull through. Situations where the fear of death is so overwhelming Blake canāt help but enjoy his work. He saves lives and he feeds at the same time. One might think that he intentionally screws up operations and surgeries to further his own goal, and while he has tried that at one point, it proved fruitless. When a person has died, they can no longer be fed upon and their familyās emotions turn to sadness. There is nothing to be gained by intentionally killing his patients.
Assassination x // x Over the countless years of life, Blake has had to āalleviateā some pressure from himself in certain situations. People who were getting too close, asking too many questions, generally making themselves a problem for him. Naturally, the first few hundred times he killed someone, it was messy and completely unprofessional often times leading people to believe a beast of incredible size and savagery had broken into the murdered partyās property. Over time, Blake started to realize that this kind of attack brought more attention, not less. So he started focusing on simple things, easier things, standard things. A burglary gone wrong, a mob hit, a fire, or his personal favorite, the unexplained disappearance. These all lead people to believe that a human had done the deed, not some monster from the abyss. Blake still got the fear from the people he killed, and they went away in a fashion that drew attention away from him. To this day, Blake has perfected it to a near art, making plans among plans to get the best result possible out of whoever it is heās targeting.
Dream Manipulationx // x An innate ability and strength of Nightmares. Blake has the ability to seep into a personās subconscious and affect their dreaming mind to produce images of sheer horror and fear. Itās through this he can feed without making himself physically known and with no long term side effects to the affected party. It was through the use of this ability that he kept to himself for so long, only killing or revealing himself when absolutely necessary. While the ultimate goal is to use this ability to strengthen himself, this does not mean he canāt send subconscious messages and details into a personās dreaming mind. Technically speaking, he could make someone dream of green pastures and pretty rainbows if he wanted to...which he never has.
I N F I R M I T A T E
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Spontaneousx // x Blake has spent so much of his life planning out situations, plan Bās and escape routes that he doesnāt really know how to do something without thinking ahead about it first. Asking him to do something in the spur of the moment is a surefire way to throw him off and make him stammer through some sort of impromptu plan to compensate.
Human Formx // x While Blake is capable of a great many things, he is largely restricted to his human form which is highly susceptible to death in many forms, not just the underworld killing weapons of today. While there is the fact that even in his human form, he does have some sort of innate demon ātoughnessā, even regular weapons can kill him given the chance. Something as simple as a knife through the neck in his human form would be enough to end his life.
Attachementx // x As an immortal being, it is incredibly hard for Blake to get attached to any one thing for too long, knowing that it will inevitably fall into a state of decay and one day cease to be altogether. He avoids getting too close to people, preferring a state of likable associate. To have him see you as a friend or anything else for that matter is a fruitless endeavor as he will ultimately fall back on the āeverything diesā mentality.
M E T U M
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Fear of Fearx // x Being a creature whose sole purpose in life seems to be to leech off of otherās innate fears and inner tortures, Blake is an odd creature who doesnāt feel like heās ever felt Fearās true touch. Heās been scared before, but heās always brushed that off as a defense mechanism. Never has he once felt the paralyzing sensation of someone broken beyond all rational thought and movement as fear overtakes their body, and ultimately he is afraid of that. The irony in this entire statement is not lost on Blake.
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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
xxxxxxxā¢ x Distant x ā¢ x Professional x ā¢ x Well Spoken x ā¢ x Strategist x ā¢
Then thereās the actual Blake Kansas. The one you donāt want to meet, the one that will make your skin crawl and your very soul shiver in fear. Blake didnāt start out a doctor, nor did he start out compassionate or with restraint. When he first came into this world, he was filled with a desire to seed fear and chaos in the world, and did so with a reckless abandon that would be akin a wild beast. Over the years, Blake has honed that to a razor fine edge capable of killing any he would deem a threat with such precision he might as well be called the Needle. At these times, Blakeās tactical and calculating mind come to the forefront along with a smile that is more cocky than charming. He plans everything and executes with a precision of a highly trained military team. Sure, sometimes he doesnāt have the time to plan like he would and has to go in with only half a plan, it's during these times you can sometimes see him stressing about the details, worried about what could and would go wrong.
At the end of the day, Blake is completely two faced, and which one you see depends entirely on what side youāre on.
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Fast forward a couple hundred years, and Blake has more or less evolved. His desire for power seemingly controlled as he wandered from place to place, more intent on learning the world and its people rather than have them turned into blood stains on the grass. One could probably say he just got bored of the constant bloodshed, and they wouldnāt be wrong. It became a routine, one he was tired of maintaining. Now, he was more interested in learning things that didnāt necessarily have to do with what he was or what he did. He read every book he could find, talked to professors and experts in fields, and generally spent a good few decades going to school for lack of a better term. Naturally, this didnāt mean he stopped killing people and/or feasting on their fear. He was what he was after all.
This all came to a head later on in his life where he eventually drew too much attention to himself and made the mistake of sticking around for too long. People started getting suspicious, and eventually figured out that Blake was not a regular person. They assaulted his current living area, and Blake was forced to fight nearly an entire town. He changed into his demon form, expecting a torrent of fear, and while there was some, there wasnāt nearly as much as he wanted. Instead, he felt more anger and disgust than anything else, and they fought Blake right down to the last man. Even then, he was confused. He had just turned into something that was otherworldly to these neanderthals, yet they still stood and fought him with a determination like the warriors of legend? Why was this?
It took Blake some time to realize that if he wanted to live in relative peace while he learned, he couldnāt keep doing what he was doing. Instead, he would have to figure out a system that allowed him to feed but also alleviated suspicion on him. So started the Blake that now roams the world today. He figured out covert ways to instill fear in the populace and feed off of that, creating stories and myths of dangerous beasts and instilling these ideas in the mind of the susceptible. He would then manipulate dreams of people and take his dosing of fear this way. Whenever someone ended up suspecting him, he killed that person without hesitation, although his methods became more refined with time.
Ultimately, Blake learned that there was one fear that seemed to override all others in a mortalās mind. The Fear of Death. He contemplated how best to exploit this, and ultimately his eyes fell to medicine and the art of saving lives. The irony was thick, and honestly it wasnāt Blakeās first choice. He thought about becoming a soldier or mercenary, but quickly realized that most in that field were resigned to the fact that death was an inevitability and didnāt feel fear, or at least, not in the quantities that were worth the risk. A mortician dealt with the dead, no way to gain fear. There were many other careers that Blake looked at, but ultimately people went to the doctor because they were afraid. Afraid of being sick, afraid of a weird boil, afraid of some sniffles they got from someone else, afraid of the plague, afraid of death. It was the perfect job.
He started down his career as a doctor, making sure not to stay in any one spot long enough for people to notice his lack of aging. He tried many ways of dealing with the profession, even going as far as to intentionally screw up surgeries to see if he could get an influx of fear right at the moment of death, and while he did, he realized that he could actually get more if he kept them alive as long as possible. Eventually this ended up with him actually saving people as time went on. He learned every new technique in the book, created a few himself, and ultimately became a great doctor. This had the nearly unwanted side effect of him being proud of his work, being proud of saving people, being compassionate.
At the time, he understood what compassion was, but never truly felt it on his own until he started saving lives. His demeanor softened, and with even more time, his desire to feed grew dull, only throbbing when he had an absolute need, but being a doctor provided a constant flow of his power source. Through this, he grew to have an appreciation for children as well. Adults thoughts were rigid in structure, predictable and uninteresting. Children provided a raw viewpoint filled with innocence and humor that Blake found endearing. It didnāt help that their fear was powerful, a pure and innocent form of the utter blackness found in the pits of the human soul. While it tasted sweet, Blake came to hate its presence. He didnāt enjoy taking something from these children, even if they were unaware it was happening. Let them enjoy what they could before they became dull adults.
To this day, Blake is a respected surgeon often called upon for the most difficult of cases. He saves lives by day, and by night he ends them if they turn out to be a threat.