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blake gilbert
student • 16 YRS
estp
Occupation
student
Nickname
Blake
Pronouns
he/him/his
Sexual Orientation
pansexual
Status
single
Partner
Riding Style
English
Scarlett
is
An Affair to Remember

Breed
Arabian
Gender
mare
Age
17 Years
Disciplines
Endurance
Application
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Age
37
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she/her/hers
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Blake Gilbert
CW: self harm, negative adoption experiences, depression, suicidal thoughts, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, infertility, religious (christian) references

Basics


Full Name: blake bartholemew gilbert
Nickname/Alias: blake
Date of Birth: july 9th, 2002
Current Age: 15
Gender: cismale
Pronouns: he/him/his
User Group: trailblazer
Sub-Group: student

Appearance


Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: light brown
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 187 lbs
Scars or Marks:
  • thin parallel scars on his inner wrists
  • thin parallel scars on his forearms
  • mole on his right hip
  • spray of moles across upper chest
Tattoos or Piercings right ear
Face Claim: francisco lachowski

Personality


MBTI Type: estp
Likes: cats, horses, movies, theater, music, plays, reading, writing, journaling, showmanship, being in the spotlight, acting, singing, outdoors, autumn weather, cozy fireplaces, hot coffee, hot cocoa, hot chocolate, warm socks, hand-made quilts, good friends, friendship bracelets, harry potter, fantasy novels, cozy armchairs, magazines, gossip rags, hearing what's going on in other people's lives, drawing, sketching, the woods, log cabins, rustic things, comfortable beds, wolves, pool (billiards), swimming, skinny dipping, painting, art, museums, culture, being around intelligent people, intelligent discourse, being a virgin, people who don't judge him, people in general, making new friends, attention, being the center of attention, being noticed, being recognized for doing good things, helping other people, trail rides, jumping, flying in airplanes, ice skating, roller blading, swimming in the lake, peaceful summer afternoons, the smell of autumn, picking apples, walking in the woods, wading in the stream, making people smile or laugh, his little sister, bee symbols
Dislikes: being adopted, his adoptive mother, church, going to church, being around church people, sharing what's going on in his own life, feeling stupid, bullies, "fake" christians, the adoption system, his biological mother for giving him up, racists, ethnocentrists, the word "polack," being made fun of for being polish, the way that he looks, feeling empty all the time, taking medications, going to therapy, being asked about his mother, the attitude that he should be grateful for being adopted, pushy pastors who think he should thank his mother, constantly worrying about abandonment, feeling like he doesn't fit in with other people, pork, green beans, sweet peas, honey, racism, the way that people at his old church think about people who aren't white, being told hat to think, subverting his own personality for other people, huge groups of people, losing, being told that he can't do something, people who discourage him, teachers, school, studying, tests, working hard to accomplish nothing, trying to fit in, not fitting in, popular people who think they're better than him, forced hobbies
Strengths: friendly, loving, affectionate, bold, gregarious, goes out of his way to make people comfortable, enjoys being around people, knows when to talk and when to keep quiet, studious, hard working, generous, kind, gentle, compassionate, passionate, patient, excellent friend
Weaknesses: can be slow to learn, insecure, can be clingy, doesn't know when not to touch, doesn't trust adults easily, won't talk about his mother, suicidal, depressed, struggling with a lot of internal issues, may lack motivation, submissive, afraid of making his own decisions, needs a leader, passive
Fears: falling, heights, rejection, abandonment, small spaces, getting into a fight, breaking a bone, very large dogs
Aspirations: become an actor, get into college, get a doctorate in college, help other adoptees

Psychology


Divergence: major depression, ptsd, suicidal ideation
Risk Factors: early traumatic separation from biological mother, pattern of self-harm, suicide attempt
Current Treatment: paxil for depression associated with ptsd

Brook Haven Referral


Referred by: carson philippe, pastor
Referred for: suicide attempt, major depression, to give parents a "break"
Problem Areas: low self esteem, patterns of self-harm

Relationships


Romantic Orientation: panromantic
Sexual Orientation: pansexual
Relationship Status: single
Significant Other: none

Lifestyle


Career/Occupation: student
Education: freshman
Dream Job: actor or surgeon
Home Town: bar harbor, maine
Religion: christian

Equestrian Life


Preferred Riding Style: english
Disciplines: cross country, endurance
Riding Strengths: soft hands, soft heels
Riding Weaknesses: struggles to keep his heels down on jumps, struggles with posture, misjudges distances
Note that this app is very tough on the institution of adoption. If you are pro-adoption, this app could be offensive to you. I won't make an apology as an adopted individual.

Castaway

Not all children are born into a life of privilege, but few realize how privileged they are to be born at all. Some may find it easy to judge the mother living in poverty with very little means who elects to take care of her baby rather than giving it away to wealthier parents who can pay for the privilege of raising another woman's child. It's easy to state how another person could have done better. How you would have done it differently if you had been that person. Most people are born privileged. But not all. Blake Gilbert was born Baby Boy Wójcik in Bar Harbor, Maine. His mother was neither especially young, nor was she poor, but she was broken. The man she loved, a strong, spirited soldier who believed in fighting for a cause, had been killed in the line of duty while serving overseas in Bosnia. The war was supposed to be over, but not for Anton Wójcik, a young man himself born into poverty the son of Polish immigrants in 1976. Grieving and desperate, Elaine sought solace from a local Christian church. The ladies took her in, comforted her, offered her tea, and held her hand as she laid her story out for them. Her boyfriend was dead, and her heart was broken. What if, without him, she couldn't love her child? She'd been promised a marriage and a life together, but that was gone now. The ladies patted her hand and told her that things would work out. Many families in their church had suffered with infertility and women all over the region were desperate to have children. Elaine wouldn't have to raise her son alone. He could have two parents who would love him, care for him, provide for him everything that she couldn't on her own. Elaine was grieving, and in her weakened emotional state, she imagined that she could not let her son down by denying him the right to a father. She couldn't let down the families who were so desperate for a baby because they had suffered miscarriage after miscarriage. There were families that wanted her baby, and she wanted for him to have the best. Did he deserve any less than the best? Shame and guilt stacked on top of one another brick by brick, and soon she had built a guard around herself that would protect herself from feeling anything but guilt for her lack of ability to care for her son. The ladies from her church had chosen a family for her son before she had even given birth. She met with them, sipped tea at their kitchen table, and met with their lawyer. She made a promise to them. Blake was born in a hospital, surrounded by Sarah and Jack Gilbert, their parents, and three nurses. He released a lusty cry when he was born and placed into the arms of his mother -- not Elaine Wójcik, but Sarah Gilbert. When his prospective adoptive parents went home that evening, Elaine was finally able to hold her son. She had three days in which to change her mind, three days to decide whether or not to sign the final paperwork, and she spent only five minutes of those three days holding her infant son. She said her goodbyes quickly and released him to the nursery. Elaine would remain in the hospital for three days. Blake went home the next day. Sarah and Jack Gilbert were well known in their community. They were churchgoers with a good reputation and a long history of infertility. Their church preached against IFV treatments and encouraged infertile couples to do God's will by adopting "unwanted" babies within their community -- or from overseas. Like many of the children in the church in which Blake would eventually grow up, he didn't look like his parents. He didn't recognize himself in their eyes. And like most children, he wanted nothing more than to please them. Blake was three years old when Sarah got the surprising news that she was pregnant. It came unexpectedly out of the blue, a sudden surprise when she was already thirty-nine years old and nearly past her childbearing years. The pastor spoke about her namesake, how God often granted children to his most patient followers, and that clearly Sarah Gilbert had done all she could to serve God if He rewarded her with a child. Grace arrived two months early, small and with a weak cry and a will to live. Sarah spent all of her time with her daughter, and Jack spent his time embroiled in his work. Not much had changed for Blake Gilbert. He was too young to know the important things, and didn't the women at his mother's church cluck their tongues and say how lucky he was that he had been chosen by the Gilbert family. By the time that Blake turned four years old (the same year that Gracie turned one), he'd heard those words so many times that he believed them. Adoption didn't mean that he wasn't wanted by his first family: It meant that another family had chosen him. The church ladies meant well. They'd done what they had been taught to do, and they had done it with the best of intentions. Nobody tore Elaine Wójcik down. After all, she'd been married at the time of her husband's death, and widowed at the time of her son's birth. Nobody spoke ill of her. In fact, nobody spoke of her at all. Blake knew that he was adopted, of course, but he was too young to comprehend what that meant. All he knew was that his mother spent more time with Grace than with him and his father spent more time in his office than he did out of it. That was normal for Blake. And as he grew older, it started to make a sick sort of sense. Grace was a beautiful cocoa-skinned cross between their parents, his mother with her chocolate coloration and his father with fair skin and black hair. She had their mother's hair and eyes, their father's build. Blake was dark skinned in all the wrong ways, awkward and uncomfortable in his own skin before he started kindergarten and anxious about the way that his hair stuck up in the back so his mother had to rake a comb over his scalp until it practically bled. Up to that point, he didn't know that children were meant to look like their parents, only that it felt strange not to see his own features reflected back at him when he looked into their faces. When school started, that changed. A dark skinned little girl clung to her mother's leg, a boy with whispy black hair and brown skin arrived with a man who had the same eyes. It was easy to ignore these similarities with his African-American mother and his German-American father. Grace resembled their parents in perfect combination with one another, but this was different. These classmates came with an identity, and it was one which Blake didn't have. For the first time in his life, Blake was the odd one out. Church had taught him that families came in all forms, as long as they were nuclear families with two parents -- one male and one female. A white couple could have a child with brown skin and black hair, heavy eyelids and a broad nose, or a child with dark skin, brown eyes, and kinky hair. He'd not been brought up to see color the way that some people see color, an entire class of people erased before his very eyes. In his church, they were all the children of God, and all were alike, members of a singular family. It was supposed to comfort them, and maybe for some it did. But not for Blake. In school, the other children asked him why he didn't look like his mother. His teacher answered for him "Blake's adopted." When she explained what "adopted" meant, the other children began to ask questions about his "real" parents, and he answered as he had been taught. "They are my real parents." "Then why don't you look like them?" "I don't know." After the second week of school, when he was exhausted from the questions he didn't want to answer, and the expectations not only of the classmates but also of the teacher, Blake asked his mother the important question: "Why do other kids look like their parents?" She slapped him, the palm of her hand burning his cheek with a stinging smack he would carry to his grave. Blake didn't ask again after that, and he tried not to answer the questions at school. He loved Grace. Everyone loved Grace, of course, but in those early years as she toddled about the house on unsteady legs, he became her protector, her champion. When she laughed, he laughed with her, and when she cried, he comforted her until their mother gathered her up in her arms to soothe her. It was in those moments that he saw the mother Sarah Gilbert could have been to him, and in those moments a part of him ached for the mother who could have been. In his mind, she was an angel, a bright, tall young woman with skin the same color as his own, eyes the color of coffee and long fingers that knew how to play the piano. She had soft breasts and strong arms and a quiet voice that never scolded and which frequently whispered sweet nothings to him. Soon he was an angel too, left to earth to a family who needed him. He was, in his mind, no longer human, but something other, and that was why he felt so different, so out of place and out of step with the world around him. At six years old, Blake had the weight of the entire family on his shoulders. He was their protector, their guardian, a celestial white knight sent from Heaven to save the day. It was more than a fantasy created by a young mind; It was a coping mechanism that got him through the loneliness. If he was somehow different from his parents -- more than the color of his skin or his hair, the way that his eyes or mouth were shaped, his long, lean body in place of his parents' stockier builds -- it would explain why he felt like he didn't belong. And he believed it. This was not a game to Blake. It was, in his innocent mind, who he was. His parents never caught on. It didn't change his behavior, though he remained protective of Grace as he entered the first and second grades, where he was a merely adequate student, earning Bs and a C here and there when the material was difficult and neither of his parents had enough time to work with him on the homework or to help him study for the upcoming tests. Grace entered kindergarten the year that Blake entered the third grade. Bright, vibrant, social, and kind, she adapted well to school and people liked her. But then, everyone had always liked Grace, and Blake was proud of her. He remained proud of her even when his mother began to make the awkward statements like "Why aren't you as good at school as your sister?" or "Grace is really going to be something one day. You need to try harder." Blake took his mother's words to heart, but no more so than his father's cold shoulder. He had to make them proud, to be a child they were happy to show off to their friends, a child they would be satisfied they had adopted. A part of him, a small, broken piece of him that would only grow in the coming years warned him that if he failed to do enough, they would abandon him as his first parents had done, and he would be alone. Because no matter how often someone from church told him how lucky he was that the Gilberts had chosen him, nine year-old Blake knew better. If nobody had given him up in the first place, nobody could have chosen him. And a part of him suspected that he had just been a baby to them, not the baby. Not like Grace. The harder he tried, the harder he failed. Blake was a big kid, taller than most in his class, but uncoordinated with difficulty staying on his feet. He might have made friends easily, with his kind-hearted and generous nature, if he had been more athletic, but by the time that he entered the fourth grade, the other boys had him pegged as an easy target. Even smaller bullies had an easy time knocking him to his feet and taking off with his lunch money, and Blake never worked up the courage to tell his parents that it was happening. He could only stand by patiently while his mother held his hand (as though he might take off running) and gossiped with their mothers after church on Wednesday nights are Saturday mornings, her fist tight around his aching wrist. Once in a while he caught phrases like "rescued him" and for the first time, his mother spoke ill of the woman who had given birth to him. Grace noticed before Blake did. Her keen, observant eye caught on to their mother's heartless words, and when Blake was in the fifth grade and she was in the second, she climbed into his bed one night and lay back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. For a long time she said nothing, and then, in a voice fierce with emotion, she said, "I hate her." It was a simple statement, but a big one. Blake didn't say anything back, but rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head, his long body stretched out under the blankets beside her. After a moment, he said, "Don't. She loves you." They didn't talk about it after that, not for a long time. Blake tried his best in school, and brought home Cs with a mixture of Ds. He entered middle school with the sense that he could never meet expectations, but he continued to do the best that he could. When he brought home a failing report card, his father grunted and his mother asked why he couldn't do as well in school as Grace. Before long, Grace helped him with his math homework, and although she was only in the third grade, she checked his reports for spelling errors. Teachers liked him, and the ladies from church -- the same ones who had helped the Gilbert family find their son -- smiled at him and offered him sweets. They meant well, even when they told him that his parents had chosen him out of all of the other children available for adoption. They meant well when they called him "lucky" because they'd taken him in. Maybe in some ways he was. And maybe that was why he tolerated their doting so well. Blake had many things that other children didn't. He had access to good clothing, a good school district, a warm bed, a television he could watch when he was done with his homework, and excellent food. He should have been happy, but he wasn't. He wanted to go home. It was a feeling that he couldn't explain. It came from feeling out of place, like he didn't belong with his adoptive parents, that there was somewhere else that he ought to be. It was more than not being wanted, because as far as he could tell, they did want him. He wanted to go where he felt safe, and loved, and cherished. Sarah Gilbert had never cherished him, not the way that she cherished Gracie. In the summer of his thirteenth year, things changed rather suddenly. Jack was offered a job working for a small firm in Burlington, Vermont, and was offered an old Tudor house in a small town called Trader's Bend. Blake would have to leave everything behind to travel to somewhere new, but he tried not to resent his father. It was Jack's career that allowed Sarah to stay at home with the children and it was his income that provided for the nice things that they had. The moment that Blake set foot in Trader's Bend, he felt as though he had finally come home. The new house was sturdy and dependable, though more than a century old. The stairs creaked when he stepped on them, and he spent an entire day at the end of the summer going up and down until Sarah screamed at him to "cut it out for God's sake!" For the first time in what felt like years, Blake smiled. It didn't last. School started with its familiar struggles. He studied until his head spun and his eyes ached. He made notes until his fingers hurt from holding the pencil for so long. He failed the exams, came home in tears, and his mother tutted her tongue. "That's what happens to the children of dirty whores." "Are you saying you're a dirty whore?" eleven year old Grace piped up from where she was doing homework at the kitchen table. "You hush or I'll wash your mouth out with soap." It was the first time that Blake had ever heard his mother threaten Grace that way, and his cheeks flushed as he turned way, glad for the distraction. She called him back, her brown eyes raking over him from his toes to the top of his head, nearing six feet above by the time he was thirteen. "You're lucky we took you in, you know. You've had good schools, good opportunities that Polack mother of yours never could have given you. We shoulda known better than to take you on. You'll never amount to anything." She couldn't have stunned him more if she'd slapped him in the face. Blake knew nothing about his "birthmother" (the only word he'd ever heard used for her). This was news. She was Polish! Later that night, Grace came into his room while he was burning the midnight oil, dressed in her pajamas, her eyes foggy with sleep. "Couldn't sleep," she said. "I think you should try to find her." He didn't have to ask what she meant. Blake shook his head. "No. It would hurt Mama if I did." Silence hung in the air for a moment, then Grace sighed. When Blake looked up, she was gone. Middle school in Trader's Bend turned out to be different than, but just as difficult as, elementary school in Bar Harbor. Instead of other kids asking him why he didn't look like his parents and what it was like to be an orphan, he had no option to opt out of the genetics lessons that would continue until he left school. So he persisted. When a form asked what color his mother's eyes were, he wrote down "brown" and his father's, he wrote down "brown" and their hair, he wrote down "black." The lesson showed that if both of his parents had black hair, then he ought also to have black hair, but he didn't. He could roll his tongue, neither of them could. Genetic traits that should be shared between family members didn't exist for him. The worst was the blood type test. Not only was he wimp enough to pass out, but of course both of his parents were rhesus positive while he was rhesus negative. His father, blood type AB, and his mother, blood type B+, could not have produced an O- child. So Blake had to explain it again. He didn't feel like the other kids at his school. They already had their groups, their cliques, and though he'd started at the beginning of his eighth grade year, the ones that talked to him were mostly curious about where he'd come from. Not much changes in a small town, and the other kids were more concerned about what he'd done before he moved to Trader's Bend than they were about who he was and what he liked to do. Besides, Blake wasn't sure what he enjoyed doing. He spent so much time working on schoolwork that it was hard to find time for anything else. Things changed with his family as well. Mama found a new church, and her gossip was more vicious than ever. With a new audience (and one that had not been invested in helping her and Jack to build a family), she told her new group of lady friends new stories about Blake. "I can't seem to keep him under control. It doesn't seem to matter what I do, he talks back to me, sasses me, and never does his chores." Blake was forced to stand by, his cheeks a deep shade of crimson, and listen to the way that she spoke about him to her friends. Before long, they had given Mama advice about how she should restrict the things that he was allowed to do in order to provide more time for school work, and that if he was prone to partying with his friends (what friends?) that they should put a trace on his cell phone (what cell phone)? Grace, Mama said, was smart as a whip, bright in school and already making friends in Trader's Bend. She was beautiful, smart, and popular, and she made her family proud. There were no quizzical looks, not back then. Fresh blood in Trader's Bend was rare and the women of the church wanted to get to know their new friend. They, too, had difficult children, many of them boys, and the children in this town tended to act out, didn't they? There might not have been wild parties, but teenagers often ventured too far into the woods. The women liked to gossip, and it mattered little that their target was a fourteen year-old boy standing nearby. Things had been miserable for Blake for a long time, but it wasn't until the eighth grade that he fell into a deep depression. The move ought to have been good for him. He felt at home for the first time, fit in with many of his peers, and people seemed to like him. His sense of touch, the desire to make physical contact with people didn't seem weird to the Seaver twins or their cousins, and for the first time in his life, people weren't asking a lot of questions about his adoption. The fact that he didn't look like his parents didn't bother the kids at Trader's Bend Middle School, and the same was true for the high school. A lot of kids didn't look like their parents, whether their parents had divorced and they had a step parent, or they had been adopted, like Blake. He loved the town, and he loved his friends, but Blake was miserable. More and more it was apparent that he could not please his parents. His father was at home more, and more active in Grace's life, but as emotionally distant from Blake as he had ever been. His mother continued to make the case that she had rescued him from "that Polack woman" and saved him from a life of abject poverty. He was so "stupid" she said, because his parents had been Polish.* Blake kept his head down, studied as hard as he could, and pulled Cs. It was the best that he'd done since the third grade, but he experienced no pride in his accomplishment. His mother used every opportunity to show her new friends just how much Blake had failed and continued to fail, always easily within his earshot. Grace spent more and more time with her friends instead of with her brother, and Blake fell deeper into depression. Friendships that he had at school mattered little when mealtimes consisted of his mother asking him what he'd done to mess up that day. He could take no pride in anything, and no comfort from his friendship with his little sister. He floated through ninth grade. His grades slipped to Ds with an occasional F. His hardest work didn't please his parents, but he continued to put in as much effort as he could. It became difficult to concentrate, with stress eating at him until he had to rush from class to the toilets to be sick. All the while he couldn't communicate to his parents what he was feeling, or that he felt out of place in their home and his relationships. At least he had his friends, but even there he felt different. His friends who had not been adopted didn't understand why he looked into the face of every woman he saw to see if she could be his mother, or compared his traits to other teens to discover if they might be siblings. One difficult year bled into the next, and in his sophomore year, Blake met Michelle Freedman. She was the sort of girl who radiated mean, and she quickly had him in her sights. He should have been a nobody, a newcomer in town, but by tenth grade Blake was six feet three inches tall and still growing. At school he faced her "anti-bullying campaign" and at home he faced his mother's bullying. Between them, he had nowhere to go, nobody to talk to, and no refuge from the abuse. Blake started to spend more time in his room behind a locked door. He no longer worked on the homework that wouldn't matter, and instead he jotted down notes, poems, and bits of songs into a journal that he kept. When his mother found the journal, she lit into him, screaming that writing would never put food on the table and that he would have to try harder than that. In private, he cried. In public, he was courteous and polite, smiled and called the ladies at church "Ma'am." It didn't take long before they realized that perhaps his mother had stretched the truth a little bit, but by that point, it was too late. Blake had made a plan. His father had purchased a .38 handgun when they moved to Trader's Bend. The town had a reputation; A bad reputation. The gun had been purchased for protection, and Blake convinced himself that was how he intended to use it: To protect himself from his own life. It would never cross his mind to dispatch his own mother, or even Michelle Freedman. The only choice he was left with was to do away with himself. He wrote the note with careful consideration.
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm sorry that I'm not the person you hoped I was going to be when you adopted me. I can't imagine what it must be like to look forward to something with such hopeful anticipation, but I'm sorry that I let you down and that I couldn't be everything that you dreamed about. I can't live up to your expectations. I'm not smart or beautiful like Grace is, people don't like me as much as they like her, and I can't make the grades like she can, and I'm never going to be anything more than a mechanic or a plumber (and that's if I'm lucky). You deserved better than you got from some dumb Polack, and I think that's why God decided to give you Grace. I'm not his sick joke like Mom's joked before. I think I was a mistake. God must make them if we were made in His image, because we make mistakes. I've made plenty of mistakes. Please tell Grace that I love her and not to be sad. I love you and I'm sorry that I've disappointed you. Blake
He held onto the note for the next three weeks, taking it out and examining it, re-writing it, adjusting it to make sure that it wasn't about him or the way that he felt. Grace wanted their parents to know, but he had held it in for so long. If they found out, they would reject him, and even though his mind was made up, he couldn't stand the thought that they might reject him even in death. By the time he laid it out on his bed that October day, the note had been crumpled, wrinkled, torn around its edges. But he was ready. His parents were out of the house attending Grace's eighth grade play when Blake sneaked into his father's office and used the combination he had practiced a dozen times to open the safe and pull the gun out. He checked the magazine. It was loaded. With nobody to stop him, he carried the .38 to his bedroom, where he closed the door behind him. He sat down beneath the window, made visual note of the letter on his bed, then put the barrel of the gun beneath his chin. Blake squeezed his eyes shut, and he pulled the trigger.

Waking Up

The gun didn't fire. To this day, Blake has no idea why the gun didn't fire. What he does know is that there had to be a reason that he woke up at all. Ashamed, he put the gun back where he had found it, shoved the note into a drawer, and the next weekend went to his mother's pastor to tell him what had happened. It was Pastor Philippe who referred Blake to Brook Haven Ranch.

A Place to Belong

One of the hardest things about being adopted is the sense that you never fit anywhere. Most infant adoptees find being adopted difficult, and Blake is no exception to this rule. He's struggled throughout his lifetime with the effect that adoption has had on him.

Perhaps the most significant effect that adoption has had on Blake is the feeling that he doesn't belong anywhere. This is common in people who are adopted (even those whose adoptive parents were exceptional and taught them that they were safe and loved -- which Blake's did not). He's had a lifetime of feeling like the outsider in his own family (the adopted white son of a biracial couple with a biological daughter of their own).

Now that he's on Brook Haven Ranch, he's having to adjust to the sense that this is a place where he might finally fit in with the other students. It's been a tough road so far, but he's starting to feel like this might be his place, for the first time in his life. He never fit with the family that "God" gave him, but now he's fit with the family that his pastor encouraged him to join.

Finding Room

Blake was given up for adoption when he was a baby. His mother was pressured by the church she went to for peace and forgiveness. There, they told her that the baby would be better off with a nuclear family -- a Christian family -- who could help him to have all the things that she couldn't give him. She never wanted to give her baby up for adoption, but the pressure resulted in her finally deciding that there were families that deserved to have her baby more than she did.

All that Blake knows about her is that she was Polish. His adoptive mother told him this all the time, called him names for being Polish himself. He has very little information, but now that he is in a safe place, he has begun to ask about her to his group leaders, his counselors, and anybody else who will listen to him. More than anything in the world he wants to find his mother and find out who he resembles, who he gets his personality from, why he's so stupid. These are important to him, and he craves knowledge about his biological family.

Sister, Sister

Blake's little sister Grace means the world to him. She is one of the most important people in his world and he misses her every day since he came to Brook Haven. It was the thought of her finding his body, in part, that saved him from making another attempt at suicide. Their relationship has always been close, and Grace is the one who protected him from their mother when things got to be their worst. Unfortunately, she couldn't save him from himself and since he's always struggled with feelings of self worth, she's not been able to stop him from sinking into depression.

When Blake was sent to Brook Haven, he was separated from her. More than anything he wants to be able to communicate with her and to speak to her. The last thing that he wants is for her to wind up on the ranch with him (since he views this as a punishment from his mother) but he also needs to have her in his life. He will do whatever he can to sneak letters out to her with students of higher privilege levels, and to earn the privileges necessary to write to her himself.

About Blake

This is my fluffball, Blake. He's deeply depressed due to a lifetime of ongoing trauma, but under the mental illness, he is a remarkably sweet and good person. Fiercely loyal with a sense of pride and determination, he believes that everybody deserves to have an adequate opportunity to redeem themselves. With very few exceptions, he will give people chance after chance, even after they have hurt him (repeatedly), and he often takes the blame for offending people who have hurt him.

If I had to describe him in a single word, I'd describe him as "sweet." Blake is a good kid with an enormous heart and a desire to make the world a better place for everybody that he meets. He believes in the inherent goodness of people.

If you pressed me to find another word to identify him with, it would be "broken." Life broke Blake down, tore him from his mother, threw him into a situation in which he couldn't possibly succeed, and brought him to his knees. If a heart can be broken, his was broken five times over -- but never so badly as when he watched his sister sob as he was sent away.

Platonic

Blake is a painfully and ridiculously loyal friend to his friends. He will give a person he loves (and he does love his friends) chance after chance after chance. If he considers you a friend, then that is something that is akin to an unbreakable vow for him: He's not going to give that up for anything, and he will trust his friends to give him the same sort of love and loyalty in return. This is important to him.

To say that Blake needs friends is the understatement of the year. He makes friends easily, but has trouble forming close relationships with other people. He'll want to meet people from all over the ranch, from in town, and all walks of life. If you're on the ranch, he will likely approach you at some point and put himself on the line to get to know you.

Romantic

Blake has never had a romance. He wants one, but it has never happened for him. He is an oddball of a kid, always touching, a bit too forward, too much strangeness for most of the people that he has crushes on. The fact that he is bold enough to tell them that he has crushes on them probably doesn't help, so that's something that held him back as well.

Blake is a very affectionate, "touchy-feely" type of person. He's handsy and he will put his hands all over a person that he's in a relationship with. He's the back massage-giving, hand-holding, neck-kissing type of lover that will always commit to doing the best that he can to make his partner happy -- while taking a lot for himself without realizing that his partner isn't as into what he's doing as he is.

Sometimes he can have a rough time with the meaning of the word "no." He means nothing by it, but that doesn't make it any better! I'd love for him to have a relationship at some point.

Antagonistic

Blake doesn't do well with enemies in the general sense of the word. His most likely enemies at the present time are going to come from those who do not want to be touched since he is such a natural toucher. It will hurt him if somebody responds negatively to his touch and this will certainly alienate him. He's not the sort to lash out and be aggressive with others as a result of this situation; Instead, he's apt to avoid them in the future.

First Impressions

What's wrong with him?

The majority of people in the past have met Blake when he is in the company of his mother. Prior to Brook Haven, he didn't have a lot of freedom to do things on his own. He was, for lack of a better way of putting it, an "accessory" to his mother. When he was with his mother, he hid himself, kept his head down, and was very shy with everybody he met.

Where does he get so much energy?

Especially for somebody who is so depressed, Blake has a lot of energy. He moves a lot, bounces on his toes, talks rapidly, and gesticulates when he speaks. He's the sort of person who, in a modern-day reference, needs one of those new-fangled "fidget spinners" to keep his attention locked on something and slow him down. Blake is almost always in motion, and when he first meets a person, he is somehow all at once very focused on them and also very distracted.

He's adorable!

There's no question that Blake is physically attractive, and while no doubt the females notice this, the thing that most people probably spot quickly is that he's extroverted but shy, that he dips his head when he talks, that his dimples light up his face when he's happy about something, and that the shyness makes him dimple more than if he were comfortable meeting new people.

Stranger Impressions

He must be so grateful to them.

Blake's mother talks about him all the time, but not in the sense that most proud mothers talk about their offspring. She speaks openly about how she adopted this poor abandoned Polish boy and how his "birth"* mother was nothing but scum. Most adoptees will hear at some point in their life that they "must" be grateful to their adoptive parents for having adopted them, and of course Blake is no exception to that rule.

He's so lucky he got adopted!

Another common phrase that adopted people hear (especially when their parents are very open about having adopted) is that they were "lucky" to get adopted. Infant adoptees aren't adopted based on luck: They are adopted because there is a high demand for adoptable infants, not because there is an excess of adoptable infants needing homes.

Friendly Impressions

He's exhausting!

Extroverts are tiring for introverts, to say the least. Blake can be an exhausting person to be around for lengthy periods of time. He's intense in an odd way that is difficult to identify, and his generally good attitude (in spite of the depression) can be difficult for other people to deal with long-term.

I don't want to touch all the time.

It's hard for Blake to be around people without touching them. This can be draining on the people with whom he is closest, and a lot of his friends don't like it. This is one of the reasons that he has such trouble maintaining close friendships with the people that he likes the most.

Familiar Impressions

What did I get myself into with this kid? He never tries hard enough! - Mother

Blake's mother had higher expectations for him when she adopted him than what she got when he became a child and later a teenager. Apart from his own feelings about her, the fact is that Sarah Gilbert was disappointed in the way that her son turned out. He was distinctly not hers and she had a lot of trouble bonding with him, resulting in their broken relationship.

I feel like I don't know him at all. Who is this kid? - Father

Men often have trouble bonding with their children, but Jack Gilbert had a particularly tough time relating to Blake, and so he never got close to his son. No matter how long Blake lived with his parents, he continued to be an outsider with them. It's not that he doesn't love Blake, but he doesn't understand him and he surely doesn't understand what the pastor told him.

What's so hard to understand about Blake? - Sister

Grace and Blake have always been close, and she's been great about understanding things about him that other people don't. She's furious that their family doesn't seem to understand him and that they have treated him as poorly as they have. If there's anybody who loves Blake in his family, Grace is that person.

Rival Impressions

Why doesn't he at least try?

When it comes to competition, Blake doesn't tend to put the effort in. He backs off too quickly and allows other people to win without really putting up a fight. It doesn't make for great rivalries, and often translates more into enemies than into rivals.

Enemy Impressions

He really creeps me out.

One of the main reasons that Blake will have enemies is because people are creeped out by his observation skills and the fact that he does so much touching. He's not an aggressive soul, but he definitely has a way of putting people on edge. Most people who dislike him dislike him because they find him creepy.

Why does he have to make adoption out to be a bad thing?

People who are big fans of adoption are also likely enemies for Blake, and the fact that they feel so strongly about adoption may translate into them finding him abhorrent for speaking up (when he does) about the fact that adoption isn't always great for the person who was adopted.

Authority Impressions

He's a good kid. I don't see what the problem is.

Even when he was living at home, the people in authority over Blake often felt that it was strange that his mother went off at the mouth about how difficult he was and how troubled he was as her son. It's been hard for people to understand for years, but nobody wanted to report it because apart from this, they liked his mother.

He tries so hard. It's hard to understand why he doesn't get ahead.

Teachers have long been concerned that Blake obviously puts a lot of effort into learning, but that he doesn't always retain the information that he learns. This frustrates them almost as much as it does him, because they can't simply say that he ought to be trying harder. Blake is trying harder.

Coworker/Partner Impressions

I hate that I always have to go over his work with a fine-toothed comb.

When Blake is paired with other students for assignments, they often have to review his work because it appears sloppy. It's the best that he can do, but it's not enough to hold up the entire project and so they have to put in more work to make sure that the job is done well enough to get them the grade that they feel they deserve.

I want to be on his team. He works harder than almost everybody else!

Blake is definitely a team player, so when it comes to activities that involve a team but which are not academic in nature, he is the type of person that most people want to have on their team. If you feel like you're slipping, he's going to wind up being the first one to reach out a hand to help you up again.

Lover Impressions

Blake's sweet, but he's so naive.

As much as Blake loves to touch, he's incredibly naive about sex and romantic relationships. He tries, and he's a very sweet lover, but he's youthful and surprisingly inexperienced with the greater intimacies of a romantic relationship. Most lovers find it difficult to progress with a relationship because he enjoys the small touches more than the idea of penetrative sex.

Self-Impressions

I wish I could have been better.

One of the hardest parts about being adopted is wanting to impress and please the adoptive parents, while standing out to the biological parents (who are out there somewhere, presumably watching). Blake has always wished that he could be what his parents wanted him to be, and his failures hurt him deeply.

I wish I knew who I was.

It is difficult not knowing where one comes from, and Blake has struggled throughout his entire life with his entire sense of identity. He doesn't know who he is, not only because he doesn't know where he comes from, but because it's difficult to find one's identity when one is trapped with a lie.

I don't belong anywhere.

Adoptees often feel that they don't belong anywhere and that they don't fit in with other people. It is not uncommon -- in the real world -- for infant adoptees to wonder if they are even human. It is a huge identity crisis and they (we) often feel that we don't fit in with the rest of society. This is Blake's impression of himself.

Post-Mortem Impressions

I wish I'd known that he'd actually do it.

People didn't listen to Blake when he was alive. He never reached out to anybody directly, but there were plenty of signs that he wanted to end his life, and nobody paid any attention until after he died. It was Grace who found him in his bedroom after the gun went off, and everybody involved in his life wishes that they had known better.

Mun Impressions

Blake is a marshmallow. That's all.

I love this boy. I'm fond of him at all ages I play him, in all life states (living, dead/ghost, human or shapeshifter). Be gentle with him. He's special.

Friends

First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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Enemies

First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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Lovers

First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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Family

First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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Other

First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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Habits

Lip Chewing

As utterly social as Blake is, he's also very awkward, and whenever he's unsure of himself, he chews on his lower lip, sometimes hard enough to draw blood. This can be concerning for the casual observer. His lips are often raw as a result of this chewing.

Hair Pulling

It's his own, and it's less that he pulls it (because it's relatively short) and more that he runs his fingers through it when he's feeling stressed or anxious, including when he's feeling particularly shy or insecure. When he's particularly anxious or upset, he may literally tug at the ends of his hair, sometimes to the point that it starts to come out.

Rubbing Hands

When he's particularly anxious, Blake rubs the side of his hand with the thumb of his opposite hand. He doesn't favor one hand over the other, and both of them have raw patches on the side of his thumbs from this treatment. His hands get very chapped sometimes, and definitely raw!

Quirks

Naive Innocence

Blake doesn't see things the way that other people do. He's pansexual because he doesn't see the difference between a man, a woman, and a person who was assigned the wrong gender at birth. To him, people are people. This is the way that he views everything in the world: Through a particularly naive view.

Adoption Issues

Blake was adopted as an infant and over the years he has developed a number of problems as a result of his early trauma. He's never met his natural mother, but he misses her terribly, and his adoptive mother had another child when he was three years old. His parents worshiped Grace, leaving Blake behind in the beginning, and then finally abusing him.

Nervous Tics

Blake's constant concern about pleasing his mother resulted in him developing a series of nervous tics. He can't control them, and he often shies away from people or pulls his hair out if he feels that he's not meeting expectations for him. This is where he'll eat a lot, or storm out of the cabin, or pull on his hair, or chew on his lips. It's hard for him to cope with high-stress situations.

Hobbies

Writing

In spite of all of his struggles in school, one of the things that Blake loves to do the most is to write. He's not much of a reader, but he has long had a wonderful imagination for storytelling. When he was younger, he spent so much time imagining who his mother might be that these days he spends his time telling those stories to the other students.

Bowling

The only times he got the opportunity while living at home was when the school had events and he could go to them with his friends, but now that he's at Brook Haven, he has even fewer opportunities. He will likely try to convince the group leadership to do activities in town that get them off the ranch.

Climbing Trees

When he was at home, Blake never would have been able to spend his time climbing trees, or most of the other things that boys do. His mother had so much control over what he did just by badmouthing him to her friends that he spent all of his time trying to please her. Now that he doesn't have to worry about making her happy, he loves to climb trees and see how high he can possibly go.

Skills

Singing • Advanced

Blake has a remarkable singing voice. When he was at home, his mother pushed him to join the church's choir because it was, as she put it, "the only thing that you're good at." The other ladies at the church said that he sang like an angel, and he has quite a remarkable singing voice. Before he became depressed, he even considered music as a possible career path.

Dancing • Advanced

Music is, or so Blake says, the soul of a person, and dance goes with music perfectly. He sings, and he also dances. It's not something that his mother encouraged, but Blake found his rhythm when he attended school dances or when he danced by himself in his room. He's quite good at it, both with or without a partner, and he often hears music that nobody else can hear.

Listening • Skilled

It might appear that this highly social creature is more interested in talking than he is in listening, but the truth is that Blake is a great listener. He's an amazing friend to have because he's so good at hearing what somebody is saying to him -- unless of course it's the word "no" (which is difficult for him to hear). In this way he tries to be the friend that he didn't have when he needed it the most.

Interests

Adoption Reunion

Blake has had to accept that he will probably never meet his biological parents, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to, or from wanting to be part of something that allows other adopted people to meet their biological parents when the time is right. The current system makes it difficult in most states, and he believes that everybody should know where they came from.

Classic Cars

Blake never had the chance to talk about the things that he loved, or to get involved with cars, but his father had an old Ford Mustang from the sixties that Blake loved to look at and touch. He always wanted to work on old cars, or to spend more time in that car, but he didn't get the opportunities.

Friendship

Friends have always been elusive for Blake, probably in part because of the way that his mother treated him and made it difficult for him to connect with people. He's developed an interest in relationships and seeing the way that people interact with one another and love one another. He's a passionate and affectionate person who loves most people he encounters, and he is desperately fascinated by human relations.

Desired Plots

Anyone Can Make a Difference

Blake doesn't understand why the students can't go into town -- especially if they are supervised by their group. He didn't do anything wrong to wind up at Brook Haven (though his mother might disagree). He's here because he's a risk of self-harm and because he's depressed. What could it hurt to let him get out into the world?

He's going to be asking Ellie and Beau why they can't sometimes do their group activities in town -- with good results, I might add. This is a desired plot mainly because it is a one-off thread and because it's something that hasn't happened yet -- or isn't currently happening.

Discovery

Blake's parents aren't actually aware that he tried to kill himself. He spoke to his pastor about it and his pastor referred him to Brook Haven while maintaining his confidentiality with his parents. The referral did not include all of the specifics. It specified that Blake was depressed and that he might be suicidal but not that he had attempted suicide.

I'd love a thread in which it comes out that he attempted suicide -- and that he's not doing so well even now. The ranch can't really help him if they don't know what's going on with him, and this is an important part of his development.

Touchy-Feely

I absolutely need to have a thread with Blake in which he touches somebody inappropriately. The definition of "inappropriate" varies a bit, even on the site, but the main thing here is that he touches somebody who isn't happy to have been touched, and they recoil, become angry with him, and potentially report the issue to the people who are in charge.

One thing to consider with this on top of everything else is that Blake is a big kid. I have a handful of student characters who are over 6'3" tall: Blake is one of them (Stan and Thomas are others, and Gio isn't coming here right yet). This could make him intimidating with the wrong person!

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Blake and Sam
TW: suicide scars, foster and nuclear family relationships Blake is the cutest little marshmallow and I adore him so let’s brainstorm plot ideas. What I find interesting is though I see a lot of similarities between them they’re supposed opposites in the Briggs-Meyer test. I can see Sam at ease around Blake because he’s so loquacious – Sam struggles to start and maintain conversations, and having someone so talkative able to lead a conversation makes him feel far more comfortable. He’s fine with the whole touching thing, though the undersides of his forearms are still pretty sore. If Blake ever accidentally contacted Sam’s scars and he instinctively recoiled, upsetting Blake in the process, Sam would be compelled to show them so as not to lose his new friend. I’m positive we can find a way to throw them together during the event. I think Sam’s parents would try to weasel around the privilege levels and come visit him for a few hours during the bbq. Sam is embarrassed by his unsuccessful attempt and how it’s hurt his family, so he’d look miserable until they left. I think this is a clear entry point for Blake to jump in if he noticed the relief. How does he feel about other student’s families? I’m getting the impression that Blake thinks that staying with his birth family would have been preferable to his foster family, yet Sam is the clear offspring of his parents but looks gloomy around them anyways. I’ve got more ideas but I wanted your input first!
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Rhiann & BlakeI think Rhiann would pick up on Blake's natural horsemanship fairly quickly. She would keep distance until he chose to talk to her. (She has found that to be the best way to interact with students.) They could talk about horses and cars and stuff like that. Maybe she catches him watching her work with a new horse a few times? She could definitely teach him a few tricks to start out and maybe even see if he wants to help her work on her truck.Hit me back!
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Ever & BlakeLike with Esme, Ever would probably be initially taken aback by his outgoing nature but since he's sweet and kind she'd eventually open up. His tendency to be hands on with people though would tweak her anxiety. If he reached for her hand she would probably pull away for freeze. If he tried to hug her she would become ridged and stiff then become shaky and emotional. I don't think she would try to get him in trouble or run away but his affection would remind her of her cousin and that would be a problem for her.But like I said, because of his personality he would like him up until he tried to get affectionate. Maybe if showed concern over her reaction and tried to talk to her about it she would eventually feel more comfortable. It's not like her cousin ever cared about what he was doing to her and how she was feeling about it. That might draw her out of that headspace because of that distinction. As far as his size being intimidating, Ever's brother is tall. Maybe not as tall as Blake but that alone wouldn't scare her. Once he tries to be affectionate toward Ever to tries to touch her then maybe his size might be more intimidating.Hit me back!
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Griffin has been in foster care since he was six-years-old, and was referred to Brook Haven by his social worker. He's dealing with a lot of issues from his past, which particularly influences how he reacts to authority figures. He is energetic and extroverted and will probably get along fine with most others -- unless he doesn't, in which case he really, really won't!
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Yes! I am 100% interested in what you suggested with Blake -- because I think Griffin would be really uncomfortable if he was touched/grabbed, then freaked out and was just eventually met with someone crying?! It would throw him, I think -- because it definitely wouldn’t be what he’d expect, and I think that could be something cool to play around with. I’m not really sure what Griffin would do about Blake crying, and I’d like to figure that out!
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