Lieu: Avalon Point – Maison.
Interagir avec: Alistair 

Sous les couches de couvertures et une autre couche supplémentaire de peluches et d'animaux farcis, Megumi était enroulé autour d'un ours en peluche, endormi et dans le pays des rêves. Plusieurs de ses animaux farcis qui étaient soigneusement placés sur son lit étaient dispersés à travers le sol depuis qu'elle se déplaçait tellement dans son sommeil. Tout dans la chambre était lumineux, heureux et chaud, tout comme Megumi l'aimait. Les roses, les oranges et les jaunes étaient de loin ses couleurs préférées, et il y avait plusieurs images collées sur les murs avec ce schéma de couleur très.
"Mmmmm...." Megumi remué, un léger froncement se formant alors qu'elle roulait. Elle s'est enterrée plus profondément et en toute sécurité sous les couvertures, allant jusqu'à tirer la couverture sur sa tête. Son lit était si chaud, doux et agréable, parfaitement cocooning son petit corps... Elle était dans la position parfaite dans son lit où tout était confortable et la suppliant de rester dans ses confins confortables. Cinq minutes de plus. Elle n'était pas prête à aller à l'école. Il devenait de plus en plus difficile de forcer ses pieds à aller de l'avant pour l'emmener à sa classe—
Attendez. L'école? C'est parti?
Une petite main pâle sortit du dessous de la couverture, repoussant la largeur des couvertures pour que son visage puisse jeter un coup d'œil. Les yeux blêmes étaient dirigés vers la voix alors qu'elle se poussait dans une position assise, ne regardant rien tandis que son esprit endormi luttait pour assembler ce qui vient d'être dit. Il y avait une confusion somnolente sur son visage avant qu'elle ne se transforme en une expression réfléchie avant qu'elle ne s'éclaircisse finalement en un sourire heureux.
Toute somnolence oubliée, Megumi a mis de côté les couvertures et les animaux farcis pour sauter avec enthousiasme hors du lit. (Elle n'a pas oublié d'attraper la patte de sa poupée de lapin farcie.) Elle s'est arnaquée de l'autre côté de la pièce pour ouvrir la porte. Elle a dû incliner complètement sa tête vers le haut pour jeter un grand sourire à sa figure-père actuelle. Vraiment!? Dans son moment d'excitation, elle a complètement oublié qu'elle était censée parler l'anglais sur une base régulière.
| Name |
Fiona Blake Preston
If you call her Fiona, she will cut you. It's Blake.
| Date of Birth |
October 13th, 1997
| Gender |
Female
| Sexuality |
Fluid
| Occupation |
High school dropout — Blogger/Youtuber and barista
Blake was never a straight A student. She often cut class, didn't turn in homework, didn't study... It was only a matter of time until she dropped out. Fortunately for her, she's found minor success in blogging. While she doesn't rake in the a LOT of money, it's enough to keep her afloat. As long as she keeps her barista job at this little coffee shop, she can get by with a little extra left over for herself.
| In-Depth Appearance |
Despite the fact that she's always telling people to "FITE ME," Blake is a rather frail and petite. She may be tough, and she may bite and claw and kick and play dirty, but at the end of the day she's a petite lady that only stands at 5'2. She definitely does not look physically imposing whatsoever. Her threats are often disregarded for good reason — Blake is in no way able to hold her own in a fight.
Blake is "unladylike" according to her mother. She doesn't sit up straight, and spreads her legs when she sits down. Even after years of being chastised by her mother, she hasn't learned (or rather, refused to learn) and her posture is the worst it's ever been and it makes her look even shorter than she actually is. There's usually a cigarette between her slender fingers, and when she's relaxing at all, she sprawls out all over the ground, bench, couch, chair... Whatever it may be. Yup, she's the type of person to sit at the edge of a seat and lean back, spread her arms and legs out and hog the entire thing.
It's obvious from her own sense of style (it's grunge, by the way) that she doesn't particularly put too much effort into her appearance. Her unruly hair is always tied up in a messy ponytail without a second thought or any particular styling. Her naturally brunette hair is hastily bleached with her roots beginning to show. Her face is usually devoid of makeup — it's too much work, and too girly. Oh, speaking of which, Blake will always always always resist wearing skirts or dresses or heels. It takes a lot of convincing to force her into one of those things. She's content with her ripped jeans, combat boots and flannel thank you very much.

   
"Blake Preston; Blogger, youtuber, queer extraordinaire, and general failure at life at your service."


| Personality |
♦ Hotheaded ♦ Temperamental ♦ Aggressive ♦ Tomboy ♦
A girl prone to outbursts of emotions, Blake is someone who doesn't know the meaning of the word "restraint." She lets her emotions run freely and away, often leaving her more rational brain behind. She doesn't hold back whatsoever; when she's angry, she rages. When she's sad, she wails. When she laughs, everything about her lights up. She's passionate, and she experiences life to the fullest. Sometimes a little too fully. Her passionate moods have a tendency to be volatile and rampant, often swinging wildly out of her own control. There's little to no chance in reasoning with her when she's upset in any way.
Blake has an adventurous streak that's unbound and unrestricted by rules. She bends and sometimes even breaks laws (to her, they're more like guidelines) to suit her needs. A lot of her interest was peaked by stories of the supernatural and the occult, so she's done her fair share of breaking into abandoned houses that were supposedly haunted and such. She's not a skeptic, she's a believer. There's just got to be something beyond humanity. It's a little cheesy, but her fascination with monsters, ghost stories, fortune telling... It's unparalleled. She's never been the type to sit down and study anything, but she's spent hours and hours poring over books concerning the mystical.
She's rather aggressive and isn't afraid to get into anyone's face. She can often be heard telling people to "FIGHT ME" and "Wanna say that to my face!?" and "I can take ya!" while shooting death glares. She's all talk though, and although she wouldn't hesitate to punch someone in the face, she knows that she's a bit too weak to really fight someone. It doesn't stop her from egging someone on though. That's landed her in a lot of trouble in the past when she bites off a lot more than she can chew and pushes someone too far.
Blake doesn't make friends very easily due to her temperamental and aggressive nature, but when she does make friends she displays a softer side. She cares a lot about many different things, and that includes the people close to her heart. She's overprotective, sometimes a bit smothering with her affection, and is a bit clumsy at being a friend, but she sure as hell is loyal and tries her very best.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔Occult, ghost stories and horror movies
✔Chocolate milkshakes with whipped cream topping and a chocolate drizzle on top
✔Tim Burton movies
✔Bending rules and sneaking around
✔Spicy snacks like hot cheetos and takis
✔Cheesy romantic movies, gestures and whatnot
✔Thrills and adventure
✔Nachos
✔Fortune Telling (notably palm-reading and tarot cards)
✔Playing guitar
✘Being feminine
✘Cheesy romantic movies, gestures and whatnot
✘Feeling trapped
✘Being forced to do something (like schoolwork)
✘Licorice
✘Cats — They're cute but she's very allergic
✘Fancy chocolates
| History |
Can you believe that the tomboy-ish Blake was once a girl that dressed in Mary Janes, flouncy skirts and ribbons in her hair? When she was younger, Fiona actually went by her first name, and she was her mother's little angel and dress up doll. Coming from a very traditional family that adhered to gender norms and such, she was expected to be quiet and ladylike, while her brother was allowed to be unruly and wild. She didn't appreciate that at all. Why did she have to stay indoors and play house and dress up her barbies when her brother was allowed to play outside in the dirt?
It was around middle school when she started rebelling against her parents. You know, the dreaded "goth" phase that a lot of people go through when they're in the beginning stages of a teenager. She dyed her hair black, wore a ton of eyeliner, scoffed at the "prepz and pozers" and rejected everything that her mother expected her to be. Thankfully she grew out of it eventually, but she found herself a completely different identity than what she was supposed to be.
And you know what? She never looked back. She ditched the skirts, the ribbons, all of the pink and lace — much to her mother's chagrin. That's when her relation with her parents plummeted. They couldn't comprehend why she was being so rebellious. What happened to the sweet little girl that they raised? Where did they go wrong? She rejected her birth name of Fiona, started staying out past curfew, ditching school, started hanging out with the wrong crowd... Her grades were suffering, she stopped caring about things and started living for herself.
Needless to say, she didn't last too long at school or home after that. She dropped out of school in the middle of her Junior year, and moved out the moment she turned eighteen. She stayed at her friend's house for a few months, working the odd jobs until she had saved up enough to go rent her own place.
For years, she's maintained a blog and a youtube channel. In her sophomore year, it started really picking up and gaining popularity. She has a large following that are dedicated to her — enough for her to start making money off of those. She's fairly well-known as a presence on the internet. She talks about a lot of stuff on the two, but notably she explores various supernatural theories and the occult.
And now it's been confirmed that the supernatural do exist? Uh, can you say best day ever?
| Family |
Maria Preston - Mother — Maria Preston is Blake's strict mother. She had high expectations for her only daughter, and was extremely disappointed when she didn't grow up to be as she hoped. She wanted Blake to grow up to be a proper lady — educated, respected, independent, and to marry a nice man. A doctor, perhaps. Obviously Blake rebelled against it, and their relation has been strained ever since. They haven't talked to each other ever since Blake moved out a few years ago.
Michael Preston - Father — Michael has always been out and about, flying all over the world for his job. He's been absent for a lot of Blake's childhood, so Blake harbors some resentment towards him. He came back in her preteen years, just in time for her transition into a new person. Along with his wife, he tried a bit too hard to push Blake back into a more appropriate direction. He's been absent for the majority of her childhood; what does he know?
Andy Preston - Older brother — Blake has always been jealous of her brother; he always got to do all of the things that she wasn't allowed to. Nevertheless, the two have always managed to maintain a close relationship. He's her best friend, and is also the only family member she continues to contact every so often.
| Strengths |
Passionate
Free-spirited
Independent

| Weaknesses |
Stubborn
Short-fused
Overly and needlessly aggressive
Rebellious


  
"Don't you think that there's no way we're the only ones here? Science can't explain everything — There's something more out there. And I'm going to find out what; damn all the consequences. I want to know."


| Theme Song |
Bad Reputation – Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
”I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past, it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do”
| House Number |
Faraday Heights, 24A
| Extra Information |
She has over 10,000 followers on various social media
Fairly skilled with photography — nothing professional, but she has a good eye
At one point she worked as a professional fortune teller


"Bitch, you wanna go? Fight me."