date_range Twenty Four
face Zayn Malik
home West Ashwick
I. THE BASICS
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Blake Amir Weston
date of birth:
October 31st, 1992
Dropped out of school at 18.
Upper class because of step father's wealth, but technically, he's lower-class without the financial support from him.
Bisexual / Biromantic
II. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
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dyes it from time to time; it's usually pitch black.
casual. whatever he feels like wearing, though
favorite physical aspect:
His eyes and body frame.
His height at times. Feels like he's short compared to other men that are bigger than him
His eyes, tattos, smile.
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Doesn't know his father (bailed out at birth), Quentin Sawyer (Step Father) / Madisyn Weston (mother)
Has siblings out there somewhere, but doesn't know them, because his mom is petty and doesn't want to keep in contact with the fathers.
relevant past relationships:
Bunch of clients from his escorting. Yara Ross (Regular), Marcel Van Doren (Regular), Tessa Velardi (Regular), Wyatt Duquesne (New Cilent). Alberto Dimaggio (one night stand), Marisol Lyle (Ex-girlfriend)
Jae Vargas (Best friend/Crush),
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Isolating himself, doing something that keeps him active and having fun, play wrestling, deep conversations about life, being around his mother, journaling, drawing
arguing, sometimes sex, abusive people (both verbally and physically), being used and forgotten about later, moody people, his mother being sick, his stepfather, escorting.
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His mother goes for the Republican sometimes. Blake isn't interested in that stuff.
He goes through multiple cycles of questioning his faith. He doesn't know what to really believe in.
Believes in love. Hadn't gotten the chance to experience it because of his whole escorting gig. He doesn't know when he'll be able to have time for a relationship.
His journal (baby years)
**note: his journal may contain some delusions (or exaggerations) that isn't included in the actual history. It's his thoughts, what he saw, and what was told to him -- not the "real" picture**
i remember faintly my mother always going on these rants about how i should be better than my father. i didn’t know who my father was growing up. last i heard, he bailed out on me and madre when i was born, talking about how he wasn’t financially stable to take care of me and his other children. why you let her get knocked up in the first place, then? if you ask me, it sounds like my father was a true idiot in the making. it’s okay, i’m not losing any sleep over not knowing who my real father was. i actually let that go a long time ago. no point in holding a grudge against someone that i probably will never see a day in my life.
i remember all the little things my mother did for me. my mom was always working. A hard worker she was, indeed. She worked hard for her children. Yeah, I wasn't the only kid she had, but I never got the chance to meet them. I think my mom told me they lived far away, I don't know. I never stressed it much. I guess it was just nice knowing that I had siblings out there... somewhere.
If there was one negative trait I can remember vividly about my mom, it would have to be the way she can hold a grudge for a long time. once you do wrong by her, she would hold it over your head for a long time and forever remind you of how shitty you were. Know what I hate about my mom? I hated how quick she can move form guy to guy, falling in love with one and just using the other guy for their money. she hustled better than your average guy. before i was told about my father around my teenage years—my mother felt it would be best to tell me since i would be more understanding at the age—i remember growing up confused and not knowing who my mother was because of my mom’s inconsistency on sticking with someone. eventually, my mom did find that one person to stick with. not someone i would recommend for anyone to date, but she did find someone that she stayed with and changed our lives completely.
Blake grew up in a small home, consisting of him and his mother. Even though he isn’t the only child to his mother, he never got the chance to meet his siblings, because his mother was the type to hold grudges against the father of her kids. No matter the severity of the grudge, and no matter if there was a kid in the picture, she’ll never go out of her way to visit the kids if it meant being in the same room as the fathers. This behavior must’ve caused Karma to seek her out and make her pay for this, because she was sort of forced having to raise Blake on her own, since the father bailed out on her as soon as she went into labor.
His mother was a hard-working mom. She worked two jobs, a counselor at a treatment facility and Victoria Secrets’ as a salesperson. When it came to Blake, she had to do what she had to do to make sure he had shoes on his feet, clothes on his back, and food to eat. She worked harder than your average man. People would ask her all the time, “how you do it?”, but she would always say that Blake molded her into the woman that she was supposed to be. Before Blake, she was always relying on her boyfriends (the baby daddies) to take care of things, which always led to arguments and his mother hating their guts. Don’t get her wrong now, it wasn’t easy raising Blake all by herself. You had to worry about finding a reliable babysitter, grocery, taking care of bills, and, more importantly, making sacrifices. Sacrifices was damn near an everyday decision maker for her. For example, let’s say her car note and cable bill were both due tomorrow, and she only has the money to pay off one, she’ll choose to pay off the car note and let the cable go off until she can afford it with her next paycheck. With that being said, there have been plenty of times where the woman vented about Blake’s father leaving her to take care of all these responsibilities on her own, even informing little Blake to not turn out to be just like that “asshole”. But if you were one of her friends, you could give her that “You got yourself to blame” speech. Let’s just say, Blake’s mother tends to wear her heart on her sleeve and give one too many fuck boys a chance at it.
For the record, she's a loyal one. She's never been in multiple relationships. She gets along better with guys than she does with girls. She's also never used any guy for their money, but she always did expect them--as men--to take care of the household and be the one to wear the pants in the relationship.
His journal (type of kid I was)
I remember my mom always yelling at me, “Boy, if you don’t sit’cho ass down somewhere.” Almost on a daily. It was so hard for me to sit still in one spot for too long. I remember all my babysitters accusing me for having ADHD, but I never knew what that was at the time. Looking back at it, I was just a normal kid, exploring and learning everything about life. I remember when I was 6 years old, I grabbed one of my mom’s perfume and held it up to her, asking her what was it and explain it to me. “Mind your business, boy. It’s woman’s stuff. Nothing to concern yourself with.” She yells. Oh yes, my mom was a yeller. You get used to it, though. Anyway. Being such a young kid at the time and thinking girls had “cooties”, I would always go “ewww” and run off somewhere. I think my mom always telling me that helped me distinguish girl products from boys, all because she would forever use that line whenever I asked her about something I get ahold of. “Boy, that’s for women. Put it down.” “It’s for women. Mind your business and worry about boy things, like toys.” “Blake, get out of this woman aisle before I whoop your ass.” I don’t know, funny interactions when I think about it now.”
Blake was an adventure kid growing up. His adventurous nature was one of the main reasons why he always got in trouble with his mother and some babysitters (even got two babysitters fired, for failing to keep an eye on him and letting him get ahold of certain products in the home to make a mess). One of the babysitters thought it was a good thing he was such an adventurous kid, because he was going to learn a lot, but his mother disagreed. In her world, she believed if a kid is too adventurous, they turn out like the hoodlum kids that live in the neighborhood now. Like, @Camryn Moore. He may not have had the luxury upbringing, but he definitely had a mother that supported him like no other. Without a doubt, you can say he grew up to be a mama’s boy, but he’ll hate you if you tease him about it.
His personality was always best described as the chameleon effect. He always adjusts his behaviors and actions accordingly to the crowd he was around. Around his peers, he's more of a follower than a leader. He was always the type to try to fit in with whatever crowd he was around, instead of taking charge and guide them right. He was also a major snitch when he was young. Instead of getting in major trouble with the 'grown ups',, he would always come clean and try to get his name out of the mix somehow. He doesn't do it as much now, but you can never be too sure; old habits never die out that easily. Even up to this day, he still struggles between knowing what's right and what's wrong. Sometimes, he blames himself for a lot of the wrong choices he makes. Self-pity is something he's an expert at. He tries not to be so hard on himself, but it's one of those traits that's been stuck with him for a long time now.
His journal (step father)
the guy, we’ll call him my stepfather because my mom eventually married the guy after a while of dating, was… i don’t know a better word, so i’ll say he was a work of art. he did take care of me ever since i was 12, right before my mom and him started dating and she broke the news about my biological father. he took over the role of being my father at the time. we had a few fallouts, but it never got physical because.. man, i don’t know, he was so damn good with his words that he was damn near persuasive and was able to talk his out of anything. plus, i sort of feared the guy because he was twice my size and way taller than me. 6’5 something, i think. outside of that, he was… an okay guy. a bit shady weird, but he was okay. i knew something was off about him. i just could never put my finger on it. when he came into the picture, he moved me and my madre from small apartment complex into his home, which was near a fucking beach. i thought he was a celebrity, to be honest, but me and my mom could never figure out what he does for sure because he was always discreet about it. i really didn’t start noticing my stepfather’s weird ways until my mom started coming home early in the morning after being out all night.
Blake’s mother found love when Blake was in his preteen years. She reunited with an old flame that she knew back in high school. This old flame had grown up to become a lawyer. Successful or not, who knows? Check his resume. When he came into the picture, Blake’s mother thought it’ll be a good idea to sit Blake down to inform him the truth about his father. His mother went out of her way to make Blake’s father sound like the worse guy in history, fabricating the story just a tiny bit to remove some of the hatred she still clung so heavily onto. After getting that off her chest, she introduced Blake to the new man in her life. Being a new face, Blake wasn’t a fan. He didn’t exactly like the idea of something coming in between the perfect dynamic relationship he shared with his mother. Not being a kid to display his aggressive emotions (only behind closed doors, with his pillows), he kept it civil and tried to give the man a chance.
Whether it was law school or having plenty of cases to do, the man had a good way with his words. He was persuasive, cunning, and excels at reverse psychology. Blake never witnessed his mother stumble over her words in an argument until she met a guy like this. He just knew what to say to shut her views down and leave her at a loss for words. He was great at that.
He wanted to take his relationship with Blake’s mother further. With this goal in mind, he attempted to build a relationship with Blake, but Blake showed signs of being guarded and not interested in giving him conversation. Blake still believed the man was only in the picture to wreck his relationship with mother, so he was forever hesitating on building a relationship with the older figure. The man wasn’t one to push his luck when he knew his luck wasn’t there. Instead, he went back to taking his relationship with Blake’s mother seriously, offering her to leave their small, rundown apartment complex to come and live with him. His mother accepted his offer.
The man had a nice home in Sandy Shoals. Technically, it used to be his grandparent’s complex, but his grandparents were killed in the sniper event that occurred in Ashwick some years ago. Thanks to their will, he was able to get the home and some of their expenses. He claimed the home as his own, never once mentioning a thing about his grandparents originally living here. Blake’s mother was so caught up into the “woo” about the man that she never got the personal story about him, unfortunately.
Such a great fairy tale, but every fairy tale has a terrible moment that occurs that could either make or break a person. His mother became that broke person. After dating this guy for so long (no, she never married him), they broke up with each other after a major disagreement over absolutely nothing. It all started from the man asking Blake’s mother on why she hadn’t cooked anything today, and his mother, being how she is, got irritated and blew it up further into bringing up old stuff. It was really stupid stuff. Returning back to their apartment complex, his mother had to go back to working hard to provide for Blake, but she was a lot lazier about it this time around. This man came in the picture, gave her the world, and let her know she didn’t have to do anything but raise Blake and make sure he got to school on time. She eventually lost both of her jobs over in the course of 3 months. With the money becoming tight, it wasn’t long before she was being hit with an eviction notice. His mother had no idea what to do. Her family wasn’t happy with her because she chose to date some wild dude when she was younger and had her first baby with him (see where she gets her grudge-holding ways from?). Blake was too young to work at the time. He was only 14 with all of this was going on. All he could do was support his mother and let her know it’ll be okay.
Her ex-boyfriend (lawyer dude) came back in the picture, wanting to make amends and knowing how to help her out with the bills. He didn’t want her coming back to the house yet, but he was going to help her get a job to help her afford the bills. His suggestion was something she quickly shot down. She wasn’t that type of girl, she would yell at him. With his words not sticking, the man lets his hands do the talking. Technically, he wasn’t an abusive guy, but it was one of those “desperate times, call for desperate measure” moments. His mother fought back, but when her life was at stake, she gave up in defeat. And for the record, all of this occurred while Blake was at school.
With his mother now doing work for him, as an escort, he moved Blake and her back into his home. Within that second week of being there, Blake’s mother started coming home early in the morning after being gone all night. Blake would take notice of her current appearance and start to ask questions, but the man would intervene, which led to Blake giving him death glares occasionally.
His mother eventually was diagnosed with a STD. Not even bothering to do a check-up, convincing herself she was fine, the STD did get worse and make her become really sick.
His journal (escort??)
At the age of 17, a few weeks away from becoming 18, I didn't know anything about what I was getting myself into. I just remember my mother getting sick with something, and my stepfather approached me about a job suggestion. I didn't like that guy, so I turned down the offer immediately until he started bringing up how my mom was sick and how I needed to help bring in some money because he was having problems with his own job. He mentioned that I was going to need to be the new man of the house while him and my mom undergo some tough times together. I really didn't want to take the offer, but I had to do something to take care of my mom while she was dealing with a major sickness that was keeping her in bed most of the day. When I accepted the stupid offer, my stepfather gave me these guidelines, talking about how I was going to need to lie about my age and my personal life to some degree. With my facial hairs developing in more and more, lying about my age wasn't going to be a tough task -- I looked like I was in my 18 years of age or well over that age anyway.
My first day was a day my stepfather came to the high school to pull me out of school. I had to meet up with someone at a hotel nearby and do whatever they asked of me. I didn't like the idea, and I was going to back out, but my stepfather showed me this wad of cash that I could have to take care of my mother for the rest of the month if I went through with it. Needless to say, I went and did it. It was weird, you know? The person was a lot older than I. I never had a good relationship with older people, especially those that are twice my age. I mean, it isn’t horrible in a way that I hate them, but it’s like, how do you talk to someone that has a lot more knowledge than you on a casual level? Are there triggers differently than someone about my age? All of these thoughts came into play when I met this person. So, saying I was nervous was an understatement. I was stuck having to wing it out without showing how nervous I was. Thankfully, this person never acknowledged how nervous I was, but just appreciated my company more.
The person didn't want sex, shockingly. Yeah, I assume things based on settings. I know my peers always talked about wanting to meet up at hotels for parties and sex, so I just thought that’s what this older person was on. But, it wasn’t. They just needed some company because they were going through a rough divorce. I listened to them talk about how they used to be a nerd in school and didn't have many friends, so they didn't have any one to really turn to during the time of this divorce. I was just a company companion. I think I did great at listening, but giving advice – or moral support – wasn’t really something I was strong on. How do you give advice to someone twice as older than you? Seriously, though. You’ll think they would know how to fix their own mistakes instead of listening to a kid that isn’t even 18 yet. It felt like I was in a relationship with the person because all we did was cuddle up, watch some stupid shit on Discovery Channel. I don't know, the person loved to watch discovery channel and spoke about how they wanted to have this or that animal as a pet someday. The conversation became more interesting when they spoke about how good of a businessman my stepfather is. When I went to ask, they just kept saying he’s a good businessman and lawyer. I didn’t question more since it seemed like I wasn’t going to get anywhere with the conversation. I don’t know what I signed up for, but my first time was alright. I do like the idea of meeting new faces. I have more worry about how that person is as a person and what to expect out of them. I just knew I was in for a long ride if I kept going down this path. I just know I have to keep doing it until my mother gets better. Hopefully.
After Blake’s mother gotten HIV, the ‘stepfather’ (keep in mind, the parents never married – it’s just easier calling him this than that “man/ex-boyfriend”) needed someone to fill in and take her spot while she deals with that. He didn’t’ have very many options on his plate. He also didn’t feel like going out and getting some random stubborn person off the street to fill in that empty gap. With little options available, he turned his attention to the mother’s son, Blake. Blake was only at the age of 17, though his stepfather was aware that his birthday was coming up that would make him legal for these type of things. His stepfather knew exactly what to say. If he knows a person’s weaknesses, he exploits to get things to work in his favor. He knew how much Blake loved his mother, so using his mother against him will be the way to get Blake involved with these activities.
When Blake accepted, he was invited into the world of escorting. His stepfather and a close friend runs an escort business, on a lowkey note. It wasn’t a legit business, and it was something that’s supposed to be confidential, meaning the customers and the workers are supposed to keep this lifestyle a secret and lie their asses off if anything ever comes up about it. Blake had no knowledge about this escorting life, except the little details and guidelines his stepfather expected him to follow. His first day as an escort involved him getting pulled out of school for it. While things went smooth and all, Blake thought this was going to easy for him. You just cuddle and listen to someone talk about everything under the sun. He can do that. He’s a natural listener but sucks when it comes to trying to give moral support and advice. He just never knows what to say because he doesn’t want to rub someone wrong with giving the wrong advice.
At the age of 18, he eventually dropped out of school. His stepfather had to convince him to do it, because the timing between the times he needed him to do something for a client and school timing always conflicted with one another. Granted, Blake was against it, but his stepfather knew to bring up his mother’s condition and how they need the money in order to get him to change his mind. The next following this day, Blake lost his virginity to a client that wanted sex after a “date” It was just another client that was older than them. Blake never expected him to lose his virginity this way. Does it regret? Definitely. He felt dirty that he lost his virginity to a stranger on the first time they met each other. It left quite a bad taste in his mouth that he knew he wasn’t going to get rid of no time soon as long as he continued this escorting life. Thanks to that experience, he never gives his all in sexual encounters when it comes to the escort life. Most of the time, you may find him faking it instead of being real. At this point of his life, it’s all about just doing it to take care of his mother, and not for his own personal interest.
His journal (current time]
At the age of 24, you would think I would finally be out of the escort lifestyle and seeking out some sort of career. Hell, I wish. I don’t even know what I want to do with my personal life anymore. I’ve been doing this stupid thing for my stepfather so long that I forgot all about the things that made me happy. Everything that I did care about, I threw on a backburner. While I try to do whatever the client ask out of me, I find myself drifting out more into my own thoughts about what I’m doing with my life and questioning myself is this—any of this—worth it? I have that one voice telling me “yes”, but that other voice is telling me this lifestyle is probably all I’m worth. I probably wouldn’t get half of the attention I give to these clients if I just gave up the lifestyle. Maybe I always think that if I gave up this life, I’ll turn out to be the customer and spending my hard-earned money on a stranger to give me some company that I would want my friends to give me. This stupid lifestyle made me isolate myself away from my friends (Self-blaming himself. To correctly put, it was his step-father that wanted him to isolate himself from his friends, in fear that Blake may inform them about this “escorting” life).
I currently stay on the west side of Ashwick -- West Ashwick -- with my mother, while I’m sure my stepfather is living the luxury life at Sandy Shoals somewhere. If I’m not in the Plaines, I’m normally found at the movie spot in town. In high school, it used to be one of the places where me and my friends would just hang out with other peers at school for small talk and smoke sessions. I don’t see my friends there anymore when I go. It’ll forever be one of my chill spots, though. But if I’m not at the movies, you may catch me at Sandy Shoals, in a hotel, or somewhere with one of the clients. I’m usually not hard to find in Ashwick. At least, I don’t think I am. It’s such a small town – you can find Jesus Christ if you look hard enough. Hopefully, my mom gets better soon. As soon as she gets better, I do have plans to drop this life and go back to school to get my GED. I want to try my best to cut off any contact with my stepfather as possible, as well. I just have to use this escort to my advantage and build the relationship with the right people. Instead of always listening to their problems and doing what they ask, I need to get more engaged and build a good enough rapport, in hope they would stop paying for my stepfather for these “moments” and do everything they can to help me get out of this life. I just don’t know who to exactly trust – and I’m still not good at communicating with much older people
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