<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Mitchell<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Titan<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone, (Mentioned:  Umbra, Akiko, Ghost, Leshy)<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div><br/><br/>Blake found himself liking the one called Ghost, it was impressive that whoever they was....He sniffed and raised and eyebrow, a light smirk spread briefly over his face.  That person seemed to like the wolf guy.  He moved the watched as the host of what he could only assume was a parasite or demon seemed to be sniffing around the iron maiden and he smirked as it seems they were in the process of pairing off.  He hadn't gotten the chance to slit Ultra's throat for beating his score but the night was still young.  He didn't miss much as he looked at them and heard there interaction.  He was aware of the fact that the course was over and now he was being forced to attend some damned getting to know you party.  'Really?  At some point I am probably going to kill everyone here and now we are doing a get to know you as if we are going to be just kickin' it together for a while.'  He thought and sighed.  'Whatever.  It is only two years at best.'<br/><br/><<Learn play the game, you can't beat the players till you know the players.>>  He could still hear his father's lessons in his head.  'fine, fine.'   It took him a few minutes but he finally had an idea on killing the demon/parasite thingy.  He was now ready to go.  He moved to leave and head out for the party.  He only stopped if someone spoke to him, he wouldn't be a total ass...tonight at least!