Alex Blake
In the shadowy underbelly of a forgotten Pisces nebula, Alex Blake clawed her way from the gritty streets where ignorance and poverty choked the air. Her clan brimmed with forbidden artistry, philosophical fire, and haunting melodies—Presbyterian saints on her mother's side clashing with agnostic rebels and lapsed Catholic ghosts from her father's bloodline. From girlhood, her cravings burned hot, a relentless hunger to probe every taboo thrill, bold and unbridled. Her fiercest thrills? Perched by the hospital bed as her sister's birth ripped through the night; yanking a convulsing girl from seizure's jaws after her skull cracked stone; and staring down a snarling bobcat, her loyal hound tearing into the beast to spare her flesh. Before surrendering to the industry's velvet chains, she toyed with inking skin in secret parlors or penning spectral words for the damned. Her scars? They fuel an eternal, insatiable edge.
In the shadowy underbelly of a forgotten Pisces nebula, Alex Blake clawed her way from the gritty streets where ignorance and poverty choked the air. Her clan brimmed with forbidden artistry, philosophical fire, and haunting melodies—Presbyterian saints on her mother's side clashing with agnostic rebels and lapsed Catholic ghosts from her father's bloodline. From girlhood, her cravings burned hot, a relentless hunger to probe every taboo thrill, bold and unbridled. Her fiercest thrills? Perched by the hospital bed as her sister's birth ripped through the night; yanking a convulsing girl from seizure's jaws after her skull cracked stone; and staring down a snarling bobcat, her loyal hound tearing into the beast to spare her flesh. Before surrendering to the industry's velvet chains, she toyed with inking skin in secret parlors or penning spectral words for the damned. Her scars? They fuel an eternal, insatiable edge.