Strengths/Weaknesses: ☑ Being in the police force has taught Blake to hold his own in a fight. Despite his age he can throw a mean punch. He also knows how to handle a firearm pretty damn well. Blake is also resilient to whatever people throw at a him. He just doesn't give a fuck what you have to say. So if you bite you best be ready for him to bite back with more force. You can see throughout the duration of the game that Blake is determined to catch the culprit. If he thinks you are the culprit then you are the culprit. No if's, and's or but's.
☒ Blake has a tough time when it comes to thinking things through completely. He's brash and is quick to jump to conclusions. Pretty much the reason why you see Blake hunting down Ethan Mars like a villain is after when Ethan's therapist implies that he shares some of the same motives as the Origami Killer. After that it's pretty much "ETHAN DID IT STFU JAYDEN" without giving it any second thought.
Abilities:The ability to be an asshole. N/A.
First Person:
[video post]
[There's a middle-aged man on this video feed who doesn't look too happy right now. In fact he looks pissed off. Really pissed off. It's going to take more than a cup of java to ease this gentleman.
For the first couple of seconds Carter stares at the camera. It's as if the watch-communicator is the worst thing on the planet right now.]
The fuck is this? Another bullshit Apple product? Some fuckin' iWatch? Real cute but I'm not some fucking beatnik. The damn thing doesn't even have 3G on it. Now we're really kicking it old school, huh?
[He lets out an exasperated sigh.]
Goddammit...
That's the last time I'm having a handle of whiskey. Fucking shit...when is the next train coming? I think I just died and arrived in Hipster Heaven. Piece of shi--
[The direction of the camera takes a sudden change in direction from Carter's face to smack dab on concrete floor as the sound of footsteps slowly fades away.]
Third Person:
He didn't like this place. He did not like this place one bit. Hell, he didn't like the fact that he was suddenly on a train to begin with. Who the fuck does that? And yet there he stood. The only passenger to get off the train. Oh, he tried to give the conductor a piece of his mind but even that person was no where in sight. All that was left for Blake was to walk. Maybe he could find a person or hell--maybe a payphone. Anything that could make sense out of this.
'Nah fuck. This is just one crazy fucking dream. Yeah that's it' he thought to himself. The atmosphere was immense with this fog but he didn't let that get to his head. He adjusted his tie. No need to have this damn thing so wrapped around his neck. After all he's dreaming! Probably some town he saw in some TV show or some shit. Just a couple more yards and he'll hear his alarm in no time. Right. That's it.
He could blame this shit on Jayden. Crazy ass glasses making him see shit. That was the first and last time he would ever fuck with that thing. There was still that feeling lingered inside him. One that made him believe that maybe...maybe that asshole was right there behind him. It nearly made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He shook his head. It was probably one of the most ridiculous thoughts he has ever had in a lucid dream. All he wanted to do was to get that idea clear off his head.
Just a couple of yards, Blake. Just a couple more goddamn yards.
[canon] Carter Blake | Heavy Rain | Reserved 2/2
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Strengths/Weaknesses:
☑ Being in the police force has taught Blake to hold his own in a fight. Despite his age he can throw a mean punch. He also knows how to handle a firearm pretty damn well. Blake is also resilient to whatever people throw at a him. He just doesn't give a fuck what you have to say. So if you bite you best be ready for him to bite back with more force. You can see throughout the duration of the game that Blake is determined to catch the culprit. If he thinks you are the culprit then you are the culprit. No if's, and's or but's.
☒ Blake has a tough time when it comes to thinking things through completely. He's brash and is quick to jump to conclusions. Pretty much the reason why you see Blake hunting down Ethan Mars like a villain is after when Ethan's therapist implies that he shares some of the same motives as the Origami Killer. After that it's pretty much "ETHAN DID IT STFU JAYDEN" without giving it any second thought.
Abilities:
The ability to be an asshole.N/A.First Person:
[video post]
[There's a middle-aged man on this video feed who doesn't look too happy right now. In fact he looks pissed off. Really pissed off. It's going to take more than a cup of java to ease this gentleman.
For the first couple of seconds Carter stares at the camera. It's as if the watch-communicator is the worst thing on the planet right now.]
The fuck is this? Another bullshit Apple product? Some fuckin' iWatch? Real cute but I'm not some fucking beatnik. The damn thing doesn't even have 3G on it. Now we're really kicking it old school, huh?
[He lets out an exasperated sigh.]
Goddammit...
That's the last time I'm having a handle of whiskey. Fucking shit...when is the next train coming? I think I just died and arrived in Hipster Heaven. Piece of shi--
[The direction of the camera takes a sudden change in direction from Carter's face to smack dab on concrete floor as the sound of footsteps slowly fades away.]
Third Person:
He didn't like this place. He did not like this place one bit. Hell, he didn't like the fact that he was suddenly on a train to begin with. Who the fuck does that? And yet there he stood. The only passenger to get off the train. Oh, he tried to give the conductor a piece of his mind but even that person was no where in sight. All that was left for Blake was to walk. Maybe he could find a person or hell--maybe a payphone. Anything that could make sense out of this.
'Nah fuck. This is just one crazy fucking dream. Yeah that's it' he thought to himself. The atmosphere was immense with this fog but he didn't let that get to his head. He adjusted his tie. No need to have this damn thing so wrapped around his neck. After all he's dreaming! Probably some town he saw in some TV show or some shit. Just a couple more yards and he'll hear his alarm in no time. Right. That's it.
He could blame this shit on Jayden. Crazy ass glasses making him see shit. That was the first and last time he would ever fuck with that thing. There was still that feeling lingered inside him. One that made him believe that maybe...maybe that asshole was right there behind him. It nearly made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He shook his head. It was probably one of the most ridiculous thoughts he has ever had in a lucid dream. All he wanted to do was to get that idea clear off his head.
Just a couple of yards, Blake. Just a couple more goddamn yards.