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blakegarreth · 5 years ago

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Second character in my arsenal and he goes by the name of Blake. I should probably preface this by saying I do not watch him in Chicago PD, I just think he’s attractive as hell and definitely fits the cop bill - which of course is why I use him, just read his bio to see to what extent. I’d absolutely love any plots for him that you can think of, so hit me up and we can chat about it. Even if one specific one isn’t coming to mind i’m sure the both of us could come up with something! I’ll try not to ramble so much in his bio but can’t make promises, I have a hard time stopping once I get going! Alright, no more wasting time, under the cuts what you’re looking for!

Did I just see JESSE LEE SOFFER walking on the beach? Nevermind, it was just 33-year-old, BISEXUAL, BLAKE GARRETH. I heard the MASTER is quite OBSERVANT but also DOMINEERING. HE seems to enjoy PET PLAY, but don’t try BATHROOM PLAY with this one. They’re looking for ANY asset who preferably looks like ANYONE

Blake is definitely something else, I guess that’s the easiest way to put it, because you don’t really know what you’re getting yourself into at first introductions. He’s layered, shields himself mostly from people at the start, but the more he gets to know you, to trust you more importantly, that’s when the layers are peeled back and you’re really introduced to the man that stands before you. He’s been through some shit in his time that you wouldn’t believe, so yes he is very calloused and doesn’t take too easily to newcomers, but with enough patience he’s not the hardest shell to crack - just keep drilling for oil, I suppose.

Growing up things were normal, he was an only child to parents who didn’t necessarily have much to their names. They had enough to get by though, had their house with the white picket fence, but other than that they weren’t rich by any means. He attended public school, played sports, was insanely popular based on looks alone, and was an all around great guy to be around. He was the epitome of an all american boy next door that anyone would be proud to be friends with, or even date if he gave you the option (which he did date around in high school but it was nothing fantastic). He was never one to really hide behind any facades and even let it be known that he was just as interested in men as he was in women when he was only a sophomore, what can I say the man knows what he likes and isn’t afraid to admit to the masses.

Things didn’t start going wrong for him until he became a police officer. He was like every other boy who dreamed of wearing the blue and keeping the city of Chicago safe (given pictures and gifs I have it just was easier to keep it in chicago honestly i’ll admit to that streak of laziness hah). His mother preferred he be anything else, but his father was proud as could be as his son graduated from the academy and was welcomed by the force. As a rookie he followed the book, though soon started to learn just how crooked some cops could be, and his stupidity (moral compass) lead him to telling his superior’s - the city had enough shit to deal with through criminal activity, it didn’t need to follow them into the precinct.

Bad idea though, he honestly should have known that it wasn’t just a cop or two that was crooked in the precinct, and pretty soon once people found out he’d been a whistle blower it’s almost as though he had a target on his back. Nobody wanted to be his partner anymore, there were hits put out for him, but the man seemed to get through most of them unscathed. He had a longtime girlfriend though, went by the name of Blair (it was her last name but being an officer herself it was a nickname that stuck), who wasn’t so lucky and got in the way of a bullet meant for him. He never saw it coming, she did though (she was always the better eye - even he’d admit that), he’d sensed no danger when she jumped into action. His knee jerk reaction was to shoot, pulling his gun from his holster and taking down the perpetrator, quick to tend to her as he hollered for someone to call the paramedics. It was a gruesome scene, one that he relives in his memory quite frequently, and to make matters worse knowing that bullet had been meant for him (he found out later by the slip up of some of the badges talking) brings on so much more grief.

He knew he’d never be able to take down the entire precinct, not when the more he looked into it the deeper shit seemed to be, so with that he handed over his badge and gun - he couldn’t work for a department with that much bad blood. It’s not like the hits just went away though, if anything they intensified once the precinct figured out what he was doing. He’d given himself a hobby of sorts, working freelance as a private investigator to make ends meet, and when he wasn’t working a civilians case he was working his own - his main aim to take down the precinct for all the corruption behind it’s doors, he just needed to figure out who ran the operation. Cut the snake off at the head and all would be good, or so he assumed (or hoped more likely) that would be the case.

The further he dug into the shit storm the more he hated what he had found, and he’ll never forget the night he confronted the mayor about just how far the corruption had gotten, knowing full well the mayor was the one behind all of it. He should have seen that coming, it was like out of a damn movie, but what he didn’t see was the shot from behind - a security guard he’d forgotten to take out before his rampage into the office. He lay bleeding on the floor of the mayors office, shot in the shoulder, though by the grace of god was spared - the mayor called the paramedics, and tended to him while waiting for them to arrive - not without threatening his very existence though, and vowing to finish the job if he were to try anything (he made up some story about a crazed criminal barging into his office and trying to shoot the mayor but the valiant ex-police officer had jumped infront of the bullet - a story that’d make the papers love the mayor that much more as the blood was cleaned from his carpets).

Blake had heard the warning though, how he needed to get out of Chicago before the next shot was centered more, taking aim at the heart that had already been broken before. He knew the mayor would have no problem taking him out, he was nothing more than a risk worth getting rid of, but could he leave that world behind for good? He vowed on the night that his girlfriend had died to take them all down, and running away would never accomplish that - though he did need to let the heat die down some, and with that he was gone. He’d heard of Eros, a secret to most of the world, and figured a tropical island would be the best to escape and hideout for a while - let off some steam as he went over all the evidence again and again, having brought his laptop with a ridiculous amount of files on it to read through.

Not to mention to be able to release some tension on an asset, it sounded too good to be true. He’s a bit jumpy and doesn’t really open up too much, but once you get to know him you’ll find he’s very genuine and just wants to serve and protect (he could never fall into the world of corruption, he was an actual good cop for once). His wound is still healing, it’s forming a nice scar now, so when he does have his shirt off it’s a very prominent feature on his right shoulder (which he is very self conscious about). Other than that there’s a few scrapes and scars littered over the rest of his body, mere badges to his years of service before all the shit started going down. He’s lost a lot of blood for the city of Chicago but that doesn’t stop him from planning his return.

As always, hit me up if you’d like to plot, i’m open to anything!

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