Blaize Ackman

[Blaize Ackman]

Michael “Blaize” Ackman

NAME: Michael Ackman
NICKNAME: Blaize
AGE: Sixteen
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN: Britain – English and Irish heritage

HISTORY

Every since he was born Michael, or Blaize, as his mother fondly nicknamed him, was on the road. In and out of places and living as a sort of gypsy. He never did understand what his mother was running from, but it never found them, and they lived a happy sort of life. They didn't have much, who did that that point, but they were happy and content with each other, and Blaize knew he would never forget how it felt to be held in his mother's arms and sung to, read to, drifting in and out of sleep while the world rocked on waves or jostled lightly along a path in the back of a covered wagon. There were cars, certainly, but he only got to ride in one once. They were rather scary for a young boy who didn't understand what made them run without horses. But he was naturally curious, and he came to know many things simply by being around. Eventually things were explained to him, if he just waited long enough. Eventually, when he was nearing thirteen, his mother began to save up their money for a trip oversees. “New York,” she'd told him excitedly as they lay staring up at the stars one night, “it's where magic happens, Blaize. Never forget that.”

And he hadn't. Not even when she got sick aboard the ship and died quarantined with the other sick passengers. He had wanted to be with her, hold her in the end, but he wasn't even allowed near, and he was held back when the crew took care of the bodies. So small and already so fierce. He couldn't do anything against them of course, they were well seasoned and holding a boy hardly took any effort and yet, they could see something there in the frail child. They had been tempted to keep him, once they'd landed in port, but he was gone too quick and they were forced to leave without him, shrugging aside the loss and leaving Blaize in an unfamiliar world without any idea of where to go or what to do. His accent was obviously English, even if it was smooth and light compared to others, and he had some Irish in him he could claim if needed, though he'd never met his father.

Eventually he found himself in Queens, stumbling into Prince by complete accident. It wasn't long before he had a place to stay, and a family on top of it.

PERSONALITY

Blaize is a good newsie, mostly because he looks so damn innocent, but he wants more than what he has. He's a dreamer, and a great artist on top of that. He could make it, if the cards lined up right and fate decided to be kind, but he isn't expecting anything more than what he has, to be honest. And to keep up the honesty, that innocence of his isn't fake. It's his natural personality. He's a bit like a kitten, slightly clumsy, extremely curious, always getting into things he shouldn't. It's hard to stay mad at him because he doesn't do anything worth someone's anger. He's kind and helpful and considerate and he keeps his bunk clean. What more could you ask for in a newsie?

But he does have a temper, and a bad one, if you get it started. He'll fight up and down if you provoke him enough or mess with someone he truly cares for. His borough is one, and Prince another, though the two often go hand in hand. They're his family. He has enough nervous habits to keep someone entertained for weeks trying to spot them all, and he's pretty much a loner until you get him out into society and get him going. When he knows you, he's bright and bubbly and outgoing and there are still things in New York that leave him wide eyed and just as excited as a little kid stepping onto the shore for the first time.

Who are you?

Name: Sarah
Age: Twenty one
Characters You Play: Red and Ace