Name: Blake Faust
Age: 21
Job:
Devilās reaper and plaything; still fond of the apples.
Congratulationsāthis is this face of your new reaper. This is the face of a youth gone astray, a youth with large, inquisitive eyebrows and a larger, not-so-inquisitive nose. At a towering 5ā5āā, nothing stands in his way, and by nothing, I mean almost everything. So his stature isnāt very grand, his build clearly gives away a diet once deprived of vitamins, and his general expression screams of a doe caught hungover in the headlights, but whatās Mr. Faust got going for him?
Well, you know, that boozy deer face? Itās nice. To be a mite less vague, itās docile enough to put a weary mind at ease, to direct that same mind to soft green eyes and a jovial smile. A mole sits near his right nostril, as if there to say to passersby, āHey, man, itās all right.ā Dark brown locks tickle the nape of his neck, and bangs are usually found swept to the side of his face. On the rare event that he is free of facial hair, something of an extraordinary magnitude has probably occurredāor not. No stranger to ultimate frisbee, his body is leaner than his stock frame would suggest. He is often dressed in humble thrift rags or whatever his budget (or lack thereof) can manage.
Personality: Blake is sweet. Most would claim him to be too sweet, sweet to the point of being obnoxious, perhaps, or being gullible. See Blake talk; see him talk and talk and talk some more, even. Socially able as he may be, within groups he is typically deemed the voice of reason, if for none other reason than for how calm and soft-spoken he is; yet this is not to say that he is completely against the rowdy behavior of his company, though it is more accurate to blame this on the fact that he bears no aggressive fiber in his being.
A neurotic, dweebish fellow, Blake has something of an inferiority complex. If he were a single pancake, he would spend his existence wondering why he wasnāt a stack of pancakes. As an amateur programmer, he often creates virtual obstacle courses to solve in his own free time, building them to ridiculously high standards, but this still hasnāt compensated for that lonely pancake mentality. Ah well.
Abilities: Due to this freakish incident with the Devil, increased strength, speed, and endurance are no foreign concepts to the guy. His reflexes are more adroit as well. Underneath all the shining armor, however, is still Blake, and the same Blake is able to take quite a pummeling.
Artifacts: None as of yet--will be updated in time.
Origin: Blake is a human. Humans are bags of water, flesh, and self-esteem. There are billions of them.
History: