(Kind of shocked no one has jumped on this yet)
Name: Blake Mills
Age: 31
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 235 lbs (average) 285 lbs currently
Other Physical Descriptions: Caucasian with a stocky build that has gotten chubbier over several pregnancies. His chestnut-brown hair has few grey streaks, reaches to his upper back, and is tied into a pony tail. He has crows feet wrinkles and dark bags under hazel eyes. He can usually be seen wearing corduroy overalls or pants with suspenders and long-sleeve turtlenecks.
Pregnant so far: Yes
How Many (If yes): Quads at 7 months (he thinks it's triplets)
Are you: Local Resident
Small Bio: Runs the halfway house for those stuck in Cape Ridley. The fog rolled in just over a decade ago, and like many people in the town, Blake was frightened at first and went looking for answers. However, many of those people went missing after they gave birth. Not wanting to disappear after just giving birth to twins, Blake stopped looking for the truth. Now five pregnancies and a dozen children later, Blake is, for the most part content. Stressed, but content.
Having just put his recent set of twins and triplets down for their naps, and putting his first set of twins in charge of watching the rest of his brood, Blake went over to the halfway house just next to his own house to check on the residents. He felt for those stranded in this strange town he really did. He poked his head in to each of the occupied rooms to check on and try to reassure the occupants. Most of them were stressed out, angry, on the verge of tears, you name it. And then there were those who wanted to play detective and get to the bottom of this pregnancy mystery. Mr. O'Donnell came to mind as Blake frowned at his ever present nemesis...the stairs.
Grasping the railing with one hand and holding the under side of his impressive belly with the other, he started his trek to check on said amateur detective.Out of breath and with back and hips aching, he finally reached the top. Waddling over to Connor's room, he lightly rapped on the door which was slightly cracked open.
"How's everything going Mr. O'Donnell? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Name: Blake Mills
Age: 31
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 235 lbs (average) 285 lbs currently
Other Physical Descriptions: Caucasian with a stocky build that has gotten chubbier over several pregnancies. His chestnut-brown hair has few grey streaks, reaches to his upper back, and is tied into a pony tail. He has crows feet wrinkles and dark bags under hazel eyes. He can usually be seen wearing corduroy overalls or pants with suspenders and long-sleeve turtlenecks.
Pregnant so far: Yes
How Many (If yes): Quads at 7 months (he thinks it's triplets)
Are you: Local Resident
Small Bio: Runs the halfway house for those stuck in Cape Ridley. The fog rolled in just over a decade ago, and like many people in the town, Blake was frightened at first and went looking for answers. However, many of those people went missing after they gave birth. Not wanting to disappear after just giving birth to twins, Blake stopped looking for the truth. Now five pregnancies and a dozen children later, Blake is, for the most part content. Stressed, but content.
Having just put his recent set of twins and triplets down for their naps, and putting his first set of twins in charge of watching the rest of his brood, Blake went over to the halfway house just next to his own house to check on the residents. He felt for those stranded in this strange town he really did. He poked his head in to each of the occupied rooms to check on and try to reassure the occupants. Most of them were stressed out, angry, on the verge of tears, you name it. And then there were those who wanted to play detective and get to the bottom of this pregnancy mystery. Mr. O'Donnell came to mind as Blake frowned at his ever present nemesis...the stairs.
Grasping the railing with one hand and holding the under side of his impressive belly with the other, he started his trek to check on said amateur detective.Out of breath and with back and hips aching, he finally reached the top. Waddling over to Connor's room, he lightly rapped on the door which was slightly cracked open.
"How's everything going Mr. O'Donnell? Is there anything I can do for you?"