Blake Sacks's Questionnaire

Blake lives outside a middle of nowhere farm town called, Aspen.  Located in the flattest state of Kansas.  Why out here?  In the middle of bum fuk nowhere?  It's quite, people leave him alone and he leaves them alone.  Which is important when it comes to scaring off them UFO things the kids are talking about all the time these days.  Also people don't complain much when the occasional tourist goes missing...

Blake's property is a ranch.  Lots of open space, a barn, and a small shack he lives in.  It's modesty decorated and surprisingly homey, for a vampire.  The barn is the work shop.  That's were his "mighty steed" sleeps when he's not riding it around town.

Most of Blake's income is from his investments he's made over the past 150 years.  The rest comes from his handy work in the workshop.  Blake is a bit of a jack-of-all-trades kind of guy.  It's surprising what kind of stuff you can pick up over the years when you put things together yourself.  So Blake actually makes a living restoring and maintaining antiques.  He's worked on everything from engines to furniture and firearms.

Blake still has and maintains his old Winchester Rifle, the 45 colt revolver, and messenger gun himself.  It's gotten harder and harder to find parts and ammunition, but when you can make it yourself, a little bit goes a long way.

Y'see, the biggest problem I have right now is all them monsters poppin' up uninvited.  They're scaring the neighbors!  If they start asking questions, maybe they'll start asking 'bout me.  I can't have that.  People just ain't ready for it yet.  How upset would you be if you found out your neighbor was a blood sucking vampire?

Maybe if all these monsters would stop showing up, people would calm down and I can get back to my quite life on the farm.  I still am one of the fastest guns in the west.  Why don't I put it to good use?  Help the people simmer down a bit.

It's been awhile since I've had a good hunt, and human prey has just gotten so samey...

Ironically the most defining moment in Blake's life was when it ended.  There was reports of something out on the prairie attacking farm hands.  The local sheriff put together a posse to find this thing.  There were many theories running around about how it was a monster of some sort, but Blake chalked it to just rumors.

So long story short, this monster found the posse.  Blake was the only one brave enough to stand his ground and try to fight back.  Welp, Blake ended up loosing the fight.  Turns out monsters are real, and this particular one is a vampire.

The vampire offered Blake the choice to become a vampire or to die.  Blake accepted if only so he could help stop more monsters from hurting more people.  The vampire agreed with a sly smile, and the rest is history.

The most impactful person in Blake's life would definitely be the one who gave him the "gift" of eternal life.  Chief Sharp Fang.  While the Chief doesn't have a tribe anymore, he lead his tribes across the great plains to wild success before the west was tamed.  Today, Chief Fang runs a record shop, selling old vinyl records in Dodge City, and goes by a different name, Wilson Smith.  The two maintain a respectable relationship and have agreed to keep each other's distance.  There is tension between Blake and Chief, but that seems to be due to a difference of philosophy.

Then there's Gus Braken, he's Blake's local blood supplier.  He makes sure it keeps flowing.  While Blake doesn't know exactly how Gus gets his supply, Blake has insisted numerous times that it be gathered from either the condemned or willing subjects.

Finally there's the local disc jockey and conspiracy theoriest, Hatch Thorn, AKA Mad-Hatter.  When he's not running the square dance floor, he's online, poking his nose were he probably shouldn't be and keeping Blake informed of anything going on in the local area that's abnormal.

Blake's childhood was pretty typical, for the time period.  School was held in the town church.  The toys were scarce, but Blake didn't really want for much.  Blake helped out on the Ranch, the very same one he's been living on for the past century.

Mom and Dad were loving parents.  Dad taught Blake how to shoot, along with everything else on how to run a ranch.  If there was one thing about Blake's childhood you could say, it was a bit lonely.  They were isolated out there on the prairie, not many other kids aside from his brothers and sisters to play with.

After Blake's embrace, the years drug on and he lost track of his fellow family members.  Blake watch the world from afar, content to watch it go by.  The little town Blake grew up in somehow survived the dust bowl, and changed very slowly.  With Blake servicing as an unofficial sheriff.

Blake Sacks never snagged a Mrs. Sacks.  At first it was the embrace that kept him from making any serious bonds.  Then it was his perspective on time.  He found it harder and harder to relate to these "modern women." Today's fashion trends definitely don't cater to Blake's antiquated sensibilities.  So Blake is content to wait and see if a Mrs Right comes knocking at some point.  Time is on his side after all.

Blake isn't looking for an heir at this time either.  Not like he can biologically have a proper child at any rate.  With that, there's not much else to say 

Ya mean aside from fire?  Well... that's a good one.  I've faced down more than my fair share of horrors.  I'd have to say I fear most would be loosing my humanity.  If I lose that, than I'm no better than the monsters.  Not all humans are able to, or willing to face the things I've seen.

There's a beast inside all of us.  It's just a matter of how you harness it, if you can harness it at all.  Do you want to be controlled by the beast?  I certainly don't want to be controlled by mine.  So I'm trying to put it to good use, and make the world a bit safer for humans.

There's nothing quiet like the thrill of combat to make one feel alive.  Dancing on that knife edge, and wondering if you're going to slip and fall this time.  Only thing I can say for certain is I haven't fallen yet,  but when I do, I hope it's by taking a little bit of the evil of this world with me when I do. 

So what can you say about what you're doing to take out a bit of evil on your way to the grave?

I have several possession that I treasure.  There's Betsy, the iron on my hip.  Then there's Sharp, the Winchester Rifle there above the fireplace.  Oh!  And theirs Sandy, the trusty messenger gun.  I've had and cared for them all since before the west was won.  These babies carried me through thick and thin, rain, and shine.  I even had them the night I was turned into what I am today.

But above all that, I can't forget to mention my horse!  Nightmare!  She's a real beaut.  She's always been there for me.  Even after I turned, she stuck with me, right up till she died.  Then she possessed a nearby motorcycle and has been with me ever since.

Loyalty like that is rare.  So I will always have a spot in my barn stables for Nightmare.  Maybe, one day, one of my guns will get similar treatment, but that remains to be seen.

The biggest problem in my life now is these Harbingers keep pulling me out of retirement!  Here I am and these all powerful beings keep contacting me solve their problems!  Why can't they do that themselves?  I'll have to ask one the next time I see one.  Maybe they got bigger fish to fry.  I'm just willing to bet they're lazy!  When I got problems, I fix 'em myself!  I don't have anyone else out here I can count on in a spot of trouble.

Aside from that, the other biggest problem is all this new electronic wizardry stuff people have going on.  When I retired the first time, people actually looked at each other when they needed to say something.  Now people are wandering around and talking to themselves.  That used to be a mark of insanity back in my day.  The worst part is, that's not even the worse part of it.

Well, my morning is typically your evening.  I head to the bar and catch up with Hatch.  Checking to see if he's got anymore wild monster stories I can investigate.  Then I visit the local jail to find Gus for my evening snack, or pay someone a decent amount of money for a bite if there's no other options.  Once that's done I check on my ranch and visit the workshop for any work that needs to be done for Nightmare, or my guns.

After that I work on any requests for antiques people have brought to me.  If there's any monsters in the local area, I ride out on Nightmare to take care of it.  Most of the time it's some hoodlums that think they're funny.  But every once in awhile, I have to get serious.  Unfortunately, there seems to be an up tick as of late of real monsters as of late.

I personally consider every contract I go on to be a special occasion, so that's what I would wear if I knew I was going somewhere special.  It really only takes me about thirty minutes to get ready and double check all my gear.

My every-night attire isn't as dressed up.  For starters, I loose the tie.  Depending on the weather, I loose the jacket as well.  I do have other colors in my wardrobe other than black.  But I can't stand kacki pants.  They rip far too easy.

When you live in the country, you have to be a bit more self reliant then city folk.  And you can't be patching clothes every day.  Or else I couldn't get anything done!  So my clothes serve more function than form.  It's all very practical.

One thing that practically never leaves my side, no matter my attire is my trusty revolver.  You never know when something like that comes in handy.

Oh, my 151st birthday!  Oh probably nothing too special.  I'll probably go down to the local bar, do a bit of square dancin'.  Then maybe I'll go for a night drive on Nightmare.  If I get lucky, maybe I'll be able to shoot 'nother chupacabra.  It's hard to find willing invites when you're a vampire.  So I just keep to myself.

Maybe if I get this cowboy resort off the ground, I'll be able to start making friends.  You never know.  Shootin' stuff never gets old, and helps keep my skills sharp.  But I like my quite life out here.

My greatest regret, huh?  Well, when you have lived as long as I have, you learn a few things.  Regret will only hold you back, if you let it.  I've already been around longer than most humans have.  I would have to say it was my investments that took advantage of the market crash durin' the great depression.  It's enabled me to have my life style that I have today, and start my monster hunter business.

At this point, would I do it again?  Unfortunately, I would say yes.  You got to look out for yourself after all, if you know what to look for, you'll see a market crash coming a mile away.  I just took advantage of the situation already in the makin'.  It was a sad day in history, and in some ways, it made my job easier as the monsters came out of the wood work for a short while.

I would say them harbingers are just helpin' me to exploit my own represed talents as a vampire.  Also, I'm just relearning alot of this stuff.  I got so good at my job way back when, that monsters kinda just stopped showing up 'round here.  So I retired, and if you don't use it, you loose it.  Seems shootin' stuff will always be useful.  With the advent of this new internet thing, news of monsters flies faster then the ol' Pony Express!  I do have people that keep tabs on that for me since I can't seem to figure out these little black boxes y'all use.  Doesn't help that I have a hard time using those touch screens.  But y'know what will always work?  The knowledge you have stored in the ol' noggin!  Alot of the stuff I've learned over the past century and a half is still very relevant in my chosen line of work.