PROFILE ;;
name | Blakely Giselle
sex | female
age | twenty one
occupation | n/a
species | human
abilities | n/a

VISAGE ;;
face claim |

detailed appearance |
Blakely is definitely the definition of a trashy mess. Rude wording, but true. Her honey colored hair is a somehow always in tasteful messiness and her makeup always seems like it's days old... truth be told, it usually is. Her sunlight colored eyes tend to be red rimmed due to the alcohol or drugs in her system which can be a little startling given how little it would take for a short, petite girl like her to get like that. Often, you'll see her in short skirts or short paired with revealing and borderline skimpy shirts paired with outrageously high heels. Slutty is her choice of style but occasionally you might catch her in baggy joggers and a loose tank top.

ANCESTRY ;;
Fiona Giselle // mother // a stern, proud woman who loves her daughter more than anything in the world but has terrible difficulty showing it. Since her husband's passing, she struggled to steer her daughter on a good path and create a deep bond. Inside she's devasted at how far they've grown from each other but on the outside, Blakely thinks her mother hates her
Blaze Giselle // father, deceased // a famous, and successful boxer who died in an unfortunate accident at the height of his career. He and Blakely were extremely close to each other before he died when she was 7.

DEMEANOR ;;
short personality | anger issues, rebellious, defensive, witty
detailed personality | Blakely is quite the anomaly. People who grew up with her remember when she was this bright, smiling little girl; someone who was compassionate and never hesitated to help someone out if the child could. Nowadays, people steer clear of the alcoholic ridden girl. Her spiral after her dad's death really affected her outlook on life and as such, she developed anger issues that makes it hard for her to connect with with people... not that she even wants too right now. She's very snappy and prone to pushing people away at even the slightest hint of her beginning to care for them. Mainly this is due to a deep rooted fear of losing them suddenly and having to go through what she went through with her father. A troubled young woman, this one is.

HISTORY ;;
Growing up the daughter of a famous boxer, Blakely was practically born in a spotlight. People trailed after her family and oftentimes, it was mentioned how close she and her father was, giving her the nickname of "The Boxer's Legacy". It fit well considering how enthusiastic she was whenever her dad playfully trained her in kickboxing and no one doubted that she would be a professional one say herself.

That all changed though when the young and successful father died in a freak accident. One second he was driving on a freeway and the next, one of his tires popped, sending him out of control and past the stone railways that were suppose to protect cars from falling off ramps. Suddenly the spotlight changed from following the boxer, to following the family that was left behind and most of the time it was extremely invasive and overwhelmingly rude.

Fixated on the unfairness of the world for taking her father and the cruelty that swarmed her in her grief, she developed a deep hatred for people and slowly began lashing out. At first it was school, being rude to teachers and starting fist fights, then transferred on her mother who struggled to support the family on her own, and finally she began to tip her fingers into the proverbial cookie jar that was alcohol and drugs.

As she began to gain a reputation for being drunk and high, her nickname changed from "The Boxer's Legacy" to "The Boxer's Shame".

MISCELLANEOUS ;;
- Loves oranges and anything really citrusy
- Has a secret soft spot for children but has no idea why. She assumed its because their innocence has done nothing to hurt her
- She'll snap at the slightest hint of being challenged since she hates the thought of being vulnerable in anyway
- Seriously dislikes working out or any physical activity despite the fact that she's stronger than the normal girl and on a professional level in terms of kickboxing

SCENARIO(s) ;;
one |
Blakely is the new transfer student of your school and has already made herself known as a menace. Within the first week she's been here, she's already somehow managed to get into a fight with some football jocks, was caught in a janitor's closet with some random guy, and shoved some poor chess player into a locker. Now it's fourth period and well into the lesson when Blakely suddenly stumbles through the door with bloodshot eyes and the scent of hard alcohol surrounding her.

She blinks for a few seconds before throwing a lazy salute at the teacher, "H-Hey Mr. Pig~", she slurs, burping abruptly. She winces and knocks her fist against her chest a few times, muttering an "Ow" before continuing, "Where -um, where's my se-seat, again?", she asks, giggling drunkenly.

She slightly tilts to the side for a second before stumbling into white board, sliding down it with a hiccup and a stupid grin on her face.
"Ms. Giselle!", Mr. Piggens says in horror as she haphazardly fixes her short skirt back into place. She could really care less if she flashes anyone in the state she's in but finds herself doing it automatically anyways.

"I'm not paid enough for this.", the bald teacher mutters. His eyes drift across the students as Blakely tries and fails to get to her feet in her six inch heels. Suddenly his eyes land on you, "Mr./Mrs (Y/N). Please escort this young woman to the nurses office."

You...

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