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Name :

Kyle Giddings

Gender :

Male

Age :

14

Physical Description :

Blake isn't super tanned, he is a little though. He has really currly brown hair, that falls to his eyes. He is exactlly in the fifty precentil for weight and height. He isn't strong, but he has long legs and has the build of a runner and swimmer. His eyes are a soft blue grey, and he usually always has a smile on his face. He usually wears a shirt that says 'Kiss me i'm Irish.'

Personality :

He would call himslef a "Adveturer". He likes to do what others won't or are to scared to do. He doesn't mind hard work. If things don't hold his attention he doen't pay attention to them or forgets them all together. He is really nice and kind most times, unless something happens to upset him. He will fight someone, but won't try to hurt them. He loves running and swimming. Blake is usually a joker. He is a person most will come to when they need a laugh. He is the kind of friend that lasts a life time. Blake would do anything for a friend, no matter what the cost may be. He is usually witty and talkative, to those he knows. He doesn't have very good selfcontroll for the most part, at all. What makes him mad the most is when someone threatens his friends.

History :

Blake lived a good life, on the weekends he was a competive shooter. Guns were cool to him, so when most people were eleven for there birth day, they want to go to a bowling ally, he wanted to go to the shooting range. If your someone who has never seen a competive shooter competion, it's like a drag race, but instead of cars they had guns. He lived in a small town, called Malahide. It was twenty minutes away from Dublin. He was a normal guy, at school he was a good friend to the class clown. And was one himself. There, one of his best friends were Kyrahn Clarke. When they were attacked, by something that could only be disscribed as a monster. It was visious and seemed focused on killing both him and Niamh. Blake took care of both of them. Taking in odd jobs, or coning others out of there money and such. They never stayed in a place long, always moving. They knew the thing would be behind them shortly. That was when someone told them about what they were. They were infact, half-bloods. Half.... half Celtic gods. Now Blake never believed in any of the mumble jumbo who-ha, about gods. So he knew nothing of the Celtic gods. The only thing he knew about the Cetlics themselfs was from watching Deadilest Warrior. He didn't believe the stuff about the gods, he just knew they had to get somewhere safe. Soon. So they went to America.