Blake Granholm

Name: Blake Last Name: Granholm Age: 28 Gender: Male Race: Anthropomorphic Collie Height: 195 cm Weight: ~102 kg (tall, stocky, with well-defined muscles but not excessively lean—the body of a man who has lived in physical survival mode for a long time)

Personality:

Blake is cold-blooded, calm, and extremely straightforward. He is a man of few words and doesn't like to explain his actions, justifying this with professionalism, although in reality, he has long since learned to hide his emotions behind a stern, almost stone-like mask. His feelings haven't disappeared—they're simply deeply hidden, and instead of words, he prefers to express himself through looks, gestures, and actions.

He doesn't complain or seek sympathy. If he's in pain, he remains silent. If he's struggling, he moves on. He often wears a sullen expression, as if the world constantly tires him. He can be rude, curt, and sometimes downright boorish, especially if he considers someone shallow or hypocritical.

Despite his outward cruelty, Blake is capable of deep affection, but he expresses it exclusively through actions. He is reliable, loyal, and once he's let someone into his life, he will protect them to the end. He treats children with unexpected restraint and gentleness—he never raises his voice and is patient with their weaknesses.

He possesses a sharp mind, analytical thinking, and outstanding deductive abilities, making him an extremely dangerous opponent and a brilliant detective.

History and Purpose:

Blake grew up in a small town mired in gangsterism, poverty, and despair. From an early age, he was forced to work and help his hated father in order to support his gravely ill mother, Aurora. The world showed him its cruelty too early, and that's when Blake began to withdraw into himself.

When he was sixteen, his mother died of illness. This event broke him emotionally, but didn't destroy him completely—it left a void inside, which he filled with discipline and control. At eighteen, Blake joined the army, where he became a sniper and finally hardened himself psychologically.

After his service, he earned money on the streets, where he learned boxing from his trainer, later blending it with street fighting and hand-to-hand combat. He then joined the police, studying the laws, procedures, and the system from the inside, but eventually became disillusioned and quit. Now he's a private detective, hired more often by people connected to the law than by ordinary citizens.

His goal is simple and down-to-earth: to live a calm, stable, and comfortable life, free from unnecessary upheaval. And, albeit slowly, he's moving towards it.

Skills:

Personal fighting style (boxing + hand-to-hand combat + street fighting)

Skilled in any firearm (favorites: double-barreled shotgun and sniper rifle)

Skilled nature photographer

Parkour

Incredible speed and reflexes (racial trait)

Excellent knowledge of cars, machinery, and mechanisms

Job:

Private investigator (sometimes moonlights as a photographer)

Hobbies:

Photography

Listening to music (old rock and meditative compositions)

Playing the guitar

Habits:

Smoking

Drinking alcohol (prefers whiskey and liqueurs)

Attitude toward his brother:

Blake believes that Julian's behavior is understandable, but not excusable. He hates him and deliberately avoids any possible scenarios where their paths might cross. If such a meeting were inevitable, Blake would do everything to ensure it ended quickly and completely.

Appearance: Blake is a tall and imposing anthropomorphic collie with elongated body proportions and a pronounced topline. His build betokens a man accustomed to relying on physical strength, endurance, and discipline: broad shoulders, strong forearms, a compact chest, and sinewy legs. His movements are restrained, economical, and without unnecessary abruptness—every action seems calculated.

The coat is predominantly ash gray with lighter patches on the muzzle, chest, and inner arms. The hair (the hair on the head) is medium-length, casually tousled, with individual strands falling onto the face, creating a perpetually tired and slightly menacing appearance. The ears are often drooping or laid back, reinforcing his sullen, closed appearance.

The muzzle is elongated, with distinct cheekbones. His gaze is cold, attentive, and piercing—Blake rarely looks directly into someone's eyes, but when he does, it seems as if he reads them. His eyes are light, almost steely. His face often wears a frozen, sullen or indifferent expression, easily mistaken for irritation. His fangs protrude slightly, especially noticeable when he holds a cigarette in his mouth or smirks—rarely, but effectively.

He dresses simply and practically: dark T-shirts, loose shirts with rolled-up sleeves, thick trousers, and comfortable shoes. He often wears a leather choker or collar and leather bracelets—not ostentatiously, more out of habit. He often carries a camera, which he handles with the same confidence as a gun.

All the evidence that the killer is the one is gradually converging towards the fact that the killer is Blake's brother named Julian.