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Henrietta Blackwood

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

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a character in “Bellingstone, Pennsylvania”, as played by Immayahoka

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filertextYES, ALL THINGS LIVE FOREVER, THOUGH AT TIMES THEY SLEEP AND ARE FORGOTTEN.LOL
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      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ NAMEโ‹ฎ XX HENRIETTA ELIZABETH BLACKWOOD
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ ALIASโ‹ฎ XX ETTIE
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ AGEโ‹ฎ XX THREE HUNDRED, THIRTY SEVEN
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ BIRTHDATEโ‹ฎ XX DEC.7th
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ GENDERโ‹ฎ XX FEMALE
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ SEXUALITYโ‹ฎ XX HETEROSEXUAL ; HETEROROMANTIC


      ๏น™ โ™” ๏นš


      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ EYE COLORโ‹ฎ XX BLACK
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ HAIR COLORโ‹ฎ XX BLACK
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ COVEN OR PACK?โ‹ฎ XX COVEN
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ ROLEโ‹ฎ XX COVEN MEMBER #2


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๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผณ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน โœ
A personality that's been in the works for over 400 years is hard to pin down. She has been shy. She has been outgoing. She has been mean. She's even been told she was kind and goodhearted. Now? She doesn't know. For 100 years she slept. For 200 years before that she lived a dozen lives. She doesn't even know what a personality is anymore. She is, however, honest. She doesn't like to lie and she doesn't tolerate lying. She would never consider herself evil, but her agenda and her interests are her own and she completes her goals and aspirations the most efficient way possible. Sometimes the most efficient way doesn't take the highest road and she's had a long time to come to grips with that.
Henrietta may sometimes seem to act without regard for procedures, directions, protocol, or even her own safety. But while her approach may seem haphazard, it is in fact based on a broad store of knowledge collected over time through quiet action and keen observation. The upside of this characteristic is that she often excels in high-pressure and/or emergency situations, where her knowledge and experience can be immediately brought to bear โ€” usually with her characteristic unflappability. When others are just beginning to grasp the details of the situation, Henrietta is often resolving it. In personal matters, she enjoys self-sufficiency and takes pride in developing her own solutions to problems.
Henrietta is typically reserved and often aloof. Tolerant and nonjudgmental, she calmly takes in the details and facts of her surroundings, noticing sensory data and observing how things work. She often tunes into what needs to be done, taking care of the immediate needs of the moment in a modest, inconspicuous way. She tends to prefer action to conversation, and is often private about her personal life. She is unlikely to โ€œopen upโ€ to new people in a conventional way, but may connect with others by sharing an activity or working together to solve a practical problem.
But there is a fire. A fire that burns deep within that will never extinguish. It tells her to survive no matter the cost.


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xx โ˜†๏น—๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
To a Vampire a full belly means everything. It is the difference between life and death. And that life has so much potential. There are so many beautiful things in the world to make the passing of time not so hard a journey. Meaningful music fills her days and helps calme her mind. She loves to learn and her mind thirsts for new knowledge to help her move along with the people around her. She loves flowers, poppys especially and will never get tired of their blood red, soft petals.




xx โ˜…๏น—๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
Immortality is the first on her list. Living forever is never what people think it is. You'll see science and civilization progress, of course. But, you'll witness the deterioration of everything you knew. Everything you were born to was left behind as if it was nothing. Every human generation you see will be just as disappointing as the last. All species lie and cheat. But they all succumb to death. She doesn't know which she's more afraid of.
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โœ ๏ผฑ๏ผต๏ผฉ๏ผฒ๏ผซ๏ผณ | ๏ผจ๏ผก๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผณ

โ˜† GRINDS HER TEETH WHEN ANGRY โ˜† TENDS TO KEEP QUIET THAN SPEAK โ˜† IS MORE COMFORTABLE IN HER OWN DATED CLOTHING THAN MODERN GARB โ˜† STILL FINDS HERSELF SPEAKING AS IF SHE WERE LIVING IN 1600'S AMERICA.

โœ๏ผด๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด๏ผณ | ๏ผณ๏ผด๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผง๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผณ

`โ—‡ ENTERING OTHERS MINDS AND CONTROLLING THEM ; Every Vampire has a certain power they've perfected over their lifetime. Henrietta has developed a talent for entering and controlling minds.
`โ—‡ CHARISMA ; The art of conversation can be learned over time. The fact that she's a vampire just adds to her appeal
`โ—‡ COMBAT ; 400 years is a long time to develop fighting skills
`โ—‡ STRATEGY ; A brilliant tactician and planner, she can find her way out of most messes.


โœ๏ผฆ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผท๏ผณ | ๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผณ๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผณ

`โ—‡ GENTLENESS TOWARDS CHILDREN ;When you are hunted, gentleness is always a weakness.
`โ—‡ SUN ; Quite self explanatory. Even though she could bare it, she'd rather avoid it.
`โ—‡ TEMPER ; No one can escape a temper no matter how long you've lived.
`โ—‡ HUNGER ; The term hangry doesn't begin to cover it.


โœ ๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณ

`โ—‡ ETERNITY ; A legitimate fear for anyone
`โ—‡ BEING TRULY ALONE ; A secret and a fear
`โ—‡ NEVER HAVING A FAMILY OF HER OWN ; A maternal instinct is crushed quickly in a vampire


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Salem, Massachusetts, 1692 was a time that would live in infamy. Free thinking women, and everyone else were accused and executed for the lowest crime to be committed at that time. To work under orders of Satan. Unfortunately for many people falsely accused, their family line was cut short. Unfortunately for the entire town, they accused the wrong woman. A witch she was not, but something far, far worse.
Henrietta Blackwood was born in Salem to Mary and Jacob Blackwood. They lived a happy life as farmers while her mother was a midwife. Mary Blackwood was an expert in practice and a very beautiful woman. In fact, the entire Blackwood family was so unnaturally beautiful and reclusive, this would eventually lead to their downfall. Mobs form fast under the right banner. Women Clutched their children to their bosom. Children born by the witch. There was never any real explanation behind this sudden attack, or any reason for any real suspicion, but the Blackwoods were vampires, and even good disguises can be seen through.
So they came in the night. Henrietta's parents were first, surprised by a fire that set their house on fire. As Henrietta's father ran outside, he was assuaged by pitchforks and fire. She'd never forget her mother's screams as they ripped Henrietta from her mothers grieving arms and she watched in horror as her fangs slashed through the night at anyone she could get her claws on. It wasn't enough and she was struck down as well. Her only chance of survival was the woods. And while the people stared at the burning bodies of her family, she ran quick as lightning to the treeline and there she remained.
It would take years to grow, to learn. She survived on animals and slept during the day. Predators knew better and her days were filled with a cold rage. She waited and waited for the perfect night. A night where no one worried and no one suspected and she struck. Screams filled the night as she slashed and drank her fill. They wanted war, and so they would taste it. She was driven mad by blood and revenge. Soon, when she had been sated and her heart had been thoroughly hardened, she set to the woods again for good.
Centuries came and went, friends came and went. She remained. It wasn't until 1870 on a trip to Paris, France that her life would come to a staggering halt. She'd been in a small coven, safety in numbers and what not. She was already jaded and tired. Society had grown larger. Less places to hid and more people to expose their kind. She wondered everyday when the darkness would end. Then she met Achilles DuBois. Such a charming man, or so he thought, immediately took an intrest in their ragtag group for their power and made an offer everyone refused. We weren't in this for "family", but practicality. But after a lone hunting mission left Ettie to found herself alone once again. The turn of the last century brought a new breed of hunter than the amateur lucky ones in Salem. These were born and trained to do one thing, kill vampires, and they were good at their jobs.
Henrietta had no choice, but to seek out the frenchman once again and reluctantly accept his offer. But once she found herself in a new clan surrounded by strangers. She was so tired, so ready for darkness, but she had to live. She had to survive for her family, but he couldn't bear the world as it was that day. And so, after a promise from Achilles Dubois himself, Henrietta Blackwood was an official member. In exchange, he offered protection for her so she may go to ground and rest for however long she needed.
As so here she lays in a coffin deep within the bowels of the DuBois household, toted from place to place under their protection. But, something is stirring and even she cannot ignore it anymore.

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๏ผ†O1 ๏ผฏ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ

FACE CLAIM ; JANET MONTGOMERY
HEX CODE ; #780029
PLAYED BY ; IMMAYAHOKA
CREATED BY ; VERIX

So begins...

Henrietta Blackwood's Story

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Character Portrait: Eibhlin Canniff Character Portrait: Maxine Taylor Character Portrait: Rรฉmy Dubois Character Portrait: Henrietta Blackwood Character Portrait: Matthieu Dubois

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Rรจmy squeezed Eva's hand once. "Hey, protecting and saving are two different things. But I promise." They continued their walk down towards the Dubois estate. The street was lined with old victorian style homes and quiet. Every home was dark, either because it was so late or because everyone was out at the festival. Authorities were probably detaining as many people as possible to get eye witness statements for their reports. Unfortunately, whoever killed the mayor's nephew and stuck his body to the statue, did it when they knew no one would see and did it for a reason.

Rem wasn't entirely sure he wanted to find out what that reason was. Eva murmured something about working with the wolves and he chuckled. "Don't mention that to Matt. Not sure how he'd take it. The others may not be interested either considering how things are with them. Not all of them had found a friend." He said the last of his words softly. He saw the look on her face when Johanna walked in. "While I agree that we should work together, that probably won't be happening. But we can fight hard as a family. Especially Henrietta."

They had reached the iron front gate of the house which Matt had, apparently, left unlocked. Hopefully he understood the risk involved. He might be strong, but if outnumbered... Rem shook his head sharply. No. He would not think of that. He held the door open for Eva saying,"After you, my lady," and allowed her by before shutting the gate behind them. Unlike the other homes, theirs was fully lit as if Matt was trying to keep the shadows from coming to life. He sighed, and opened the door. "Matt!" he called. turning off unnecessary lights, "If you want the hunters or even the werewolves to find us, you're better off with a big neon sign that reads 'here we are!'"

He made his way to the parlor, his brother's favored room besides his own (or that's what Rem figured anyway) and found him there waiting. He took a seat on the couch and left plenty of room for Eva to sit beside him if she chose to.





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    L O C A T I O N : DUBOIS GROUNDS

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_____As chaos reigned, as cities grew and fell, she slept. She slept through wars, carried from home to home under the protection of Achilles DuBois, now his children. All she saw was a void, and all she knew was darkness. But to her, this was paradise. There was no war, no chaos, no family to die. There was only stillness.
So why awaken? What would the point be? Surely not to enjoy her time, she's done plenty of that. But as she laid still in her box buried in the ground, she felt her mind rising. Something was coming and she would soon have purpose.
The grounds on DuBois manor shook and howled as she slowly regained consciousness. A century's worth of bought time finally coming to the surface. She could feel her arms and legs twitch, her body began to convulse with new found life and her back bowed off the bottom of the casket as her black eyes opened wide and a gust of breath forced itself in her lungs. She coughed violently as she hadn't breathed in air in decades. Her eyes scanned her surrounding quickly and she cursed Achilles under her breath. Of course for her safety he would bury her, but it made things difficult. Thankfully she was fully dressed and while digging yourself from a grave was messy business in a corset, indecent exposure was not something she liked.
Her eyes had adjusted to such darkness quickly and she ran her hand lightly across the silk material that lined the lid of the coffin. She then knocked in an attempt to gauge how deep she was under ground, only to find out it was a full 6 feet.
"Marvelous. As always I do appreciate your help Achilles."
She placed both hands on the lid above her and took a deep breath. With her exhale she pushed as hard as she could on the lid, the ground above her giving way from the strength of her shove. Dirt and splintered wood exploded out and she saw the stars for the first time in such a long period. For a fraction of a second, all she could do was lay there and stare at them. The stars that looked into eternity without fear and disdain, but with elegance and brilliance. How she longed to be a star. She felt a chill run down her stoic face and brought her hand up in curiosity only to discover it was a blood red tear. A single raised eye brow was her only reply and she quickly wiped all evidence of such an indiscretion from her face.
Henrietta stoodin the now excavated grave and gave her arms and legs a shake to get any dust off from her rest. With a quick hop she was standing at the side of the grave and looking around. She'd barely kept up with the years as they passed. She had no way of knowing when it was or how the world had advanced but she was fairly certain that by this point she'd stick out like a sore thumb. A quick look about showed her a large house which she immediately assumed to be the DuBuis house. Upon inspection, she felt a deep burn within her throat. Oh how long its been since she fed. A look over her shoulder revealed a town to her. A cliff between her and her meal, but there were many streetlights so bright she narrowed her eyes.
"But of course. Why would time be merciful on us."
She resigned herself to a hungry fate. She'd need to gather her bearings first before seeking food from the townspeople below. And so she walked up o the house, and deciding better of it and went around to the front. The door was massive, but unlocked. However, she had never been into this homes before. Unable to enter on her own, she simply knocked.





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Character Portrait: Eibhlin Canniff Character Portrait: Rรฉmy Dubois Character Portrait: Henrietta Blackwood Character Portrait: Matthieu Dubois

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Truly, Matthieu didn't have to wait very long for his brother to appear on his doorstep. He'd just carried the teapot in from the other room and placed it on the coffee table to steep longer when the door opened and he heard Rem's shouting.

"Hm...what a shame," he said as he walked out of the parlor and back into the kitchen. "I believe I placed our sign in the attic." He meant for the remark to come off as humorous and lighthearted, but with the volume he had to add to project it through the downstairs level of the house, he ended up coming off as a bit too vitriolic. Not that he cared in the long run. Perhaps that was better in keeping with the situation's mood.

He grabbed the pot of coffee now and returned with a platter of mugs. Balanced along with the mugs were his creamer and sugar, carried in two antique vessels from some old set he'd acquired on his voyages around Europe. In fact, once, he had a whole set. But things break over time. Especially when they are hurled at the floor or tossed at the wall. So, in the end, his tea set really wasn't a set at all. It was more of a gaudy array of any fine kitchenware he could use.

Matthieu took note of the darkness that had reemerged in the house. God, he hated when Rem did that. But at least he knew how to counteract Matt's tendencies. He balanced the older vampire out well, complementing him in a way that made the brothers such an effective force. For example, Matt mentally noted, his brother had known to seat himself in the parlor. Or maybe he had noticed the tea. Regardless, they had business to discuss.

He sat himself in his armchair across from the couple as he picked up a mug and poured the tea into it. He went through the motions of preparing his tea in silence, unsure where to begin until he settled back into his chair and sighed.

"They think we did it, non?" he asked after some time, already knowing the answer. "Can not blame them, I suppose. They do not know any better." He paused and contemplated this statement.

"Now, explain to me what you saw... Matt started to speak again, but now he drifted off as he heard a knock on the door. "Excusez-moi." He set the tea down and stood again before walking towards the door.

A glance through the peephole revealed a woman by herself, and, assuming he would be fine if she happened to be a werewolf or (God forbid) a Hunter, he unlocked the door and opened it for her.

"Good evening," he greeted, inclining his head slightly in acknowledgement.

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_____Ettie smiled beguilingly at the young man who answered the door. She was suddenly taken aback to years before, when she put herself to ground. She knew he was not Achilles, but goodness was he the spitting image of the old vampire. Seeing him here instead of his father was troubling to her, but the feeling left quickly. That was the reality for them, people came and go like the wind.
Achilles never allowed Henrietta near the boys, truth be told she wouldn't have been a good influence. Her years and experience shredded what humanity she had left, and the last hundred years hadn't done anything for it either. She decided that sugar, rather than spice, was the best way to become this man's acquaintance and to gain his trust, so she attempted to be genuine.
"We have not met Matthieu. But we know of each other. You were so young last I saw you. You're brother was too. How is Remy?"
She quickly remembered her manners and curtsied politely.
"Forgive me, My name is Henrietta Blackwood. I knew your father for many years and have been a resident of this house for quite some time. Resident as in glorifies garden accessory of course.", she punctuated her statement with a small laugh and smile, "I seem to have recently...sprouted."





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Rรจmy watched his brother move to answer the door, worried for a moment that it was a hunter. A werewolf wouldn't have been an enormous deal with the three vampires in one place even if they traveled in packs. When he saw it was a woman dressed in an old fashion and elegent. He stood and went to greet her as well. She smelled of earth and blood.

"Rรจmy is just fine," he answered. He bowed slightly to the woman who had introduced herself as Henrietta Blackwood. He remembered their father saying something about the woman and the house, but it had been so long ago, he could not seem to remember what exactly it was. Apparently, it was that she was living below the Earth of their gardens for all this time. He shivered slightly, imagining being confined in a coffin down in the dark. He would rather be above with his darling Eva and his brother and the rest of his coven. But she was much older than he and she probably had her reasons.

At her attempt at a joke, he smiled and held out his hand to her in a gesture of greeting. If offered, he would place a light kiss on her knuckles. "Well then you have blossomed beautifully," he said, his charm on display for there was little else to fear than an angered ancient vampire. "Do come in. We have an important matter to discuss. My girl friend is also here," He gestured to the beautiful vampire in the room. "This is Eibhlin Canniff. Eva, this is Henrietta Blackwood."