Blake Ixias Alluria doesn't have a custom title currently.
Location: New York City
Born: 6 November 1985
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Quote: Must this all end in violence?
Species/Custom Member Title: Raezenite
Gif Alignment: center
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Joined: 15-January 15
Last Seen: Mar 8 2016, 01:07 PM
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Aug 3 2015, 09:03 PM
Wednesday 10:14 PM
To say Blake hasn’t had a good date in some months is an understatement.... If he wasn't working until tonight. Though he enjoyed the work of the last few cases, he had another profession, it’s been awhile since Halo showed him around town and this world… Earth. The laws of Earth were if anything… headache-inducing. Admittedly, it was like the Political Science lessons of the classes back in Rukhar’s “Respective Knights” program. And without ranting, the lessons were greatly brutal.
But that shit was a LONG then, and this is now.
With his lovely date at a close, he decided to catch a cab to take him home. The date was nothing fancy. A sunset walk on the beach. He had a fun time and he hoped she did too. The cab had that fresh flower smell and the seats felt good as new. The driver wasn’t much of the silent type. Though the conversation was pretty occupying as well. Of course, the young driver did spend the last 20-minutes of the man abusing that rear view mirror to get a perfect glance at his passenger’s rugged figure. He actually spent time asking the man to flex a little and how he managed what exercises he did and what he used to get stronger. It could have easily been a chance for Blake to brag about himself.
“I never wasted time on all these shakes and all that good stuff, and you don’t have to either! Just remember what I jotted down for ya.” He slipped the boy his fare and a generous tip as the ride came to a halt. Maybe he shouldn’t have left his shirt at his date’s house. No matter, he had his black top on still… And his pants right, for once.
Back at home… Queen Hera. Home of his comrades… The Mongrels.
Anti-heroes… Problem Solvers…. Troublemakers… He could imagine several names for him and companions though they were prone to causing trouble and solving cases in New York and several other places. It was much fun than sleeping upon a large cross chained by arms and legs. “Well! That’s another lady satisfied with her life. Halo was right… More mature women are a challenge!”