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Blaize
Meaning: She who stutters
Aliases: None
Age: 16
Sexuality: Homosexual
Love Interest(s): Elizabeth and Frank
Status: Alive
Universe: OUAT
Appearances: Vicious, Villainous, and Vast
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BACKSTORY
Blaize's parents were arrested when she was very young. Apparently, both her mother and father had held up a bank. Among other charges, they found themselves facing life imprisonment when she was only three. As far as she was concerned, Blaize didn't fall so far from the tree.
At age three, she was put in her first foster home. Her and her foster brother, Blake, often found themselves reeking havoc. The two would steal little things from their parents: the television remote, the table cloth, the flowers in the vases. Over the years, the two found the ability to combine masses under their beds.
It all changed when they stole the lighter. Even at six, Blaize found herself setting things on fire. At first the leaves on the property, then the table cloth, then all the paper in the house.
When Blake was adopted at age eight, and Blaize was not, she set the shed on fire. After a short stint in juvenile court, and some much needed but not working therapy, Blaize was sent to another home. A home where she was smarter. She was charming enough, not to burn anything too precious, nor too dangerous, and she got to stay. Clothes she would steal out of the donation bins, the paper and cardboard recycling, and sometimes trees if she couldn't help herself, all found themselves exploding at her fingertips.
Next, she thought, were bombs. Smoke, she had mastered easily, four or five different kinds too. Her favourites were those that were red and grey, since they were the colour of smoke and grey. She had even managed to make a can of hairspray explode without causing her any harm, however she very much discouraged anyone else from trying. Though explosions were fun, they were only temporary. She'd make them if necessary (mostly to prove points to teachers or other foster kids), but they weren't like fire. Fire burned, and it was permanent.
It didn't help that she was caught having set off the bomb. Though the court decided not to send her to juvie, nor put it on her permanent record, she was sent to a Group Home, and put on probation, with two hundred and fifty hours of community service. By the end of it all, she'd been arrested four times, evaded arrest twice, and managed to stay out of prison.
So, her family of eight years had left her again.
Though she had fire, she had nothing. It was one night, alone in her room with incense burning in the background, she realized she had no one except the smoke.
