Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become?
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Standing at 5'6" Blake has a natural "morning after" look that somehow miraculously works in her favor. Her beach blonde waves live and breathe dry shampoo and green eyes always have a soft smokey ambiance. On her worst days, she'll wear the same outfit twice. Her style is lazy southern hipster junkie, consisting of halter tops, high-waist jeans, and the color black. Really a simple style, Blake gives too little effort to be high maintenance. A sweatshirt and shorts suffice the woman. Shoes are always optional.
Blake's body is an ink canvas in progress. Along her rib cage, large cursive letters read "I can't see you, but I can feel you" surrounded by feathers. Behind an ear, she has a small red outline of a bare foot. There is also a Henna/Mehndi inspired tattoo that covers just above her ankle to the bottom of the bridge. A few circle-shaped scars scatter over the inside of her arms.
Personality
There's no intention to ruin other people's lives, Blake only wants to complete her own, whether that includes dragging people through the dirt or not. However that can be done, this search for purpose, it's still unsolved and far from being tracked down. Blake has a thick set of hole-punched blinders, focusing her attention straight ahead on whichever lane she's on until something in the crack it catches her eye. Fast, off the hinges into the ditch, Blake sails on a constant high, sober or not. She has every capability to ramp from 1 to 100 in the blink of an eye, no warnings, like an invisible wave set her off.
Blake is a fighter. She is a dreamer. Her humor is sadistic, cold. She lives for nothing and acts on the account that she has nothing to lose. Her greatest fear is water, though she prefers to stick around it. Test her limits. Horses calm her, criticism dares her to defy it, and the moon and pain are gasoline. She questions what is real and seeks the daily alternate. Overall, Blake is insane. Faulted. Lost. But those are the strengths she survives on.
History
She's not afraid of her past. Her losses. What she's become. Blake claimed Juvy was her home, a cell her bed. She'll claim her parole officer was a better parent figure than any blood who tried to be. Her mother and older brother drowned in the town's river. Flew off a bridge, Blake also inside the vehicle, only one to survive. To this day she fears water, but prefers to stay around it for the internal burn.
Blake does come from a large family of ranchers. Cattlemen. Old-fashioned. Southern. Built on a history of back stabbing and murder. Real Old West, a story Hollywood would tell. The Barrows never seemed to move past the mindset, the selfishness, no matter how many generations later it were. They claimed to be tight-knit, they had each other's backs. But Blake ignored it. Ignored her cousins help, her aunt and uncles' extended hands. Her father disappeared two weeks after the wreck. Never returned to see if Blake healed from the brain damage the river gave her.
An only child at 11, she was taken under the wing of her grandparents. It wasn't the wreck or disappearance that set Blake in a downhill slope. She was always the trouble-maker, the bully. It settled after her family's death, the bullying, however set in the direction she's in now. This twisted search for a reason. Why she didn't die. It was her excuse behind the constant trips to the local Juvenile detention center, however it was a hollow lie. Even Blake hardly knew the truth behind the lie.
A doctor tried to diagnose Blake with lasting brain damage. Something to that effect-Blake never learned the technical term. She managed to graduate homeschooling, and took off for college. The first ticket out of town. A year later, with six straight months of it spent in a jail cell, Blake returned home. From there, she spent time in a rehab center for drug and alcohol addiction. Just an excuse for her family to do away with her, so Blake claims.
However now, at the ripe age of 21, Blake has now followed her older cousin Owen to Montana, persuaded by her family to "follow his footsteps" and be a cop or something. A show rider. Do right. Be under her cousin's watchful eye and badge. Take one of the family's best horses and prove something of herself. Vacant hopes and dreams and new beginnings.
Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become? 
