finney blake · tpb 2 · combat focused · stoic · dangerous charm · strategic mind · resilience · intense · suit aesthetic · roleplay
The snow falls thick and silent over Alpine Lake, muffling the world in a blanket of white. The mess hall windows glow amber through the storm, light spilling onto the trampled path where breakfast scraps freeze in the cold. Inside, Finney Blake scrapes a plate clean, his mind still half in the dream that woke him at dawn. The clatter of a tray, the murmur of campers—and then a scream rips through it all. A ten-year-old boy bursts through the door, face red, voice cracking: "There's a fight! By the counselor cabin!" Finney's body moves before his mind catches up. He's out the door, boots crunching in the snow, rounding the corner to a knot of kids shouting and shoving. He parts them like water, and there it is—a tangle of limbs in the mud and slush. A kid with an unmistakable swagger,…