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Gillian Davenport

Happiness is something that you have to work at.

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a character in “Dancing With Forbidden Fire”, as played by OurStars

Description

Gillian Davenport
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”Happiness is something you have to work at.”




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Character’s Full Name
Gillian Fay Davenport

Nicknames
Gill (Pronounced Jill) or Gigi

Appearance Age
Sixteen

Real Age
130

Role
The Third Davenport Sister


Likes
∞ Reading
∞ Hot Drinks
∞ Swing Dancing
∞ Sleeping
∞ Ideas
∞ Large Crowds (Draws less attention to her)
∞ Morning Cartoons
∞ Video Games
∞ Long Clothing
∞ Glasses [She doesn't wear them, but used to wish that she did]


Dislikes
† Small Groups
† Dominating Conversations
† Judgemental Looks
† Revealing Clothing
† Anything to do with numbers
† New People
† Expectations
† Sports
† Blues Dancing
† Dogs



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Appearance
Hair:
Gillian has auburn hair that falls just past her shoulders, and is almost stick straight, with a slight curl at the tips and around her face. The young woman's hair has a slight red-gold shine to it in the sunlight, but otherwise seems to look like a rich shade of brown. There are two streaks of blue in her hair, one on either side, but they are occasionally hidden based upon the styling of the hair. Her bangs are long enough to only slightly count, and are usually pushed back to make them seem nonexistent, fading in with the rest of her hair, which is otherwise unlayered. She usually leaves her hair down, or clips a bit of it out of her face.

Eyes:
Gillian has unchanging, chocolate-brown eyes that are reminiscent of a puppy dog's, almond shaped and of medium size. They have depth to them, and are framed by moderately-thick lashes. If she wears eye-makeup, it is usually a sparse amount and in natural hues.

Body/Build:
She is fairly short, standing at 5'0", although not quite as petite as Adaline is. Her shape is slim but unmuscled, with the exception of her legs, if only from her slight obsession with swing dancing. Unlike her elder sisters, the young woman isn't particularly curvy, although she doesn't have the figure of a twelve year old, either.

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Gillian has no tattoos, and her only piercings can be found on her earlobes- meaning nothing incredibly spectacular or eyecatching can be found in the way of ink or piercings on her body. She does have a small scar, just hidden by her hair on the edge of her forehead, from where she was attacked by a dog [Leading to a fear of them].


Supernatural Abilities
Gillian has a strange ability of being able to communicate not with animals, or even insects, but with forces of nature- whether they be living things such as plants, or substances considered inorganic, such as water. When she was younger, the girl would walk about talking to herself, or at least appearing to, in a way that would worry those who were not of her family, or of any sort of supernatural descent. In truth, she would be speaking to the wind, the trees, etc. Animals and instincts, however, are out of her reach when it comes to communication, and honestly this is probably for the best, because certain species frighten her.

Another ability of hers is one which almost encourages her to escape things, for she is able to project her astral form into certain forms of media- written works and paintings/photographs, to be exact. While relatively new innovations, such as video, is outside of her grasp, Gillian can put her mental self into a book, and act as though she belongs in the setting, though this is never actually the case. What she does in the books have no influence over any other printing of the novel, and the same applies to artwork, but it will shift the contents of the specific piece itself (which is why she never goes into original pieces). When using this ability, the girl's physical body is left where she last was, in state that is similar to sleeping, but it remains awake to some extent. In this form, she is easily manipulated, though, because, similar to a sleepwalker, she reacts immediately to commands. Due to this, when using her power, the girl tends to make sure that she is among trusted people, or alone in a safe area. [She has never tried bringing in someone else, but assumes that it will fail, or fears consequences if it does succeed]



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Personality
Although she may not be as sweet as Jerrica, as intelligent as Darcy, or as independent as Adaline, Gillian has always been the sort of person who is capable of controlling her own emotions masterfully- to the point where even her own family may not always know how she is feeling. The girl has always believed that happiness is not a right, but something that one must work towards, and her actions tend to represent this belief. She does try her best to be cheerful and pleasant, always striving to be as kind as she thinks she should be, or as happy as she knows people expect her to be based simply on her family, the young woman is cowardly, to an extent, and will often escape the pressure of life as a Davenport, to find solace in a book, or in dancing. When she is genuinely happy, the young woman seems to radiate with an energy abnormal to her. Usually, however, she is pleased to at least be content, although even this can be impossible at times. Of the members of her family, Gillian is perhaps one of those who seems to hold the least amount of willpower, for she would prefer to simply escape into the contents of a fantasy world than suffer the pains that life, especially as a being who is older than the majority of her peers, may present.

Disliking those qualities in herself, the cowardice and frequent desire to escape, Gillian only pushes herself harder and further, often being the sort to spread herself too thin. It raises the question of how she can ever expect to help others, if it takes a good amount of her energy to keep her own spirits high. Still, she grows from her own criticism, and even as she berates herself for giving in to the temptation of shutting herself in her room to project herself into a different world, the young woman is forming a new resolve to better herself. With all this work she does, letting herself down and then deciding to do better, trying, making progress, and then letting herself down again, although to a slightly lesser extent, the young woman doesn't tend to have to go to things like parties, unless she has confidence that she can disappear in them, or is forced to attend. She isn't naturally very adventerous, as well, although tends to find some courage when in a book, a piece of artwork, or when her identity is hidden.



History
One half of the middle child unit, Gillian has suffered a bit of 'Middle Child' syndrome throughout the years, feeling herself inferior to her sisters, and therefore prefering to engage herself in things that they have less of an interest in. She attended school for a period of time, as the rest did, and received her Masters in literature, with a bachelors in French, but has never really pursued academics as far as Darcy has. She is reasonably kind, but has never been quite as tender or loving as her elder sister, for the motherly instinct seems absent in the third Davenport child. She has never been quite as independent as Adaline appears to be, either, generally being more weak-willed than the rest of her family in some matters. Still, she has spent her entire life searching for something that she exceeds in, that can belong to her without worrying about it being overshadowed by her incredibly talented sisters. In the thirties, on a trip to America, she discovered 'Swing Dancing', and this has almost become that thing which she searched for- she is rather addicted to it, and it is one of those places in which she can find some courage, as swing dancing is intended to be an improvised style of dance. The only times in which she is the sort to sneak out are usually related to that style of dance, though she sits out during the blues dancing songs, as that style of dance is far too intimate for her. Still, a style of dance is not a feature, and so the young woman continued to search for something which could be hers. Thus inspired the cycle of improvement and failures that seems to dominate her life and her psyche, mostly hidden behind a smile (at least during the failure sections). She has never been in a scandal, and has never really been close to falling, despite all of her self doubts. She continues to search for something special, and is often taking scattered amounts of lessons, though she usually quits when she finds that they don't click.


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While she loves her family, their seeming strength does make Gillian feel somewhat inferior.

Iris- The Goo Goo Dolls
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

Gillian envies the Blackwoods, though she doesn't like them, because they seem to have this confidence, and this lack of caring, that she is unable to obtain.

The Writer-Ellie Goulding
You wait for a silence, I wait for a word
Lie next to your frame, girl unobserved
You change your position and you are changing me
Casting these shadows where they shouldn't be

We're interrupted by the heat of the sun
Trying to prevent what's already begun
You're just a body, I can smell your skin
And when I feel it, you're wearing thin

But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say

'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me

Sat on your sofa, it's all broken springs
This isn't the place for those violin strings
I try out a smile and I aim it at you
You must have missed it, you always do

But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say

'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me

You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted
You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted
You wait, I wait, casting shadows

Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say

'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me

Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say

'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me

So begins...

Gillian Davenport's Story

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Jerrica listened to her sister’s pleas not to follow her and her sister was right she was a lot stronger than her more then she would ever know. Jerrica was practically a mother to her sister’s, her father was God’s right hand man, he was always doing work, he was never home and their mother had Fallen a few years after she had given birth to Addie. So she had always taken care of her sister’s, taken care of humans, and lost herself somewhere along the way. She lend towards her sister kissing her forehead before pulling away looking into her sister’s dark eyes. “Your right Ellie, you’re not a child your beautiful young women, but dad’s never going to look at you that way.” she said softly trying to calm her sister “I wouldn’t worry too much about not messing with the Blackwoods, I don’t care what you do with them…just promise me one thing.” she paused as she searched for the right words to say “Don’t…fall like mom, I can’t risk loosing you or Addie or Gillian, you guys mean everything to me.” she smiled as she turned to make her way out of the room, she turned back facing her sister once again with a playful smirk “Besides the Royal ball wouldn’t be any fun without some trouble right? she winked “Come on sis.” she said gesturing her sister to follow her out of the room to head to the Ball. It would be about an hour and a half drive from their home to get there. "Let's go round everyone up! she said happily, it her soft tone.

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Adeline quickly pulled herself out of Darcys room glad she hasnt been spotted but Jerri mentioned their mom and now she had tons of things going through her mind. She always blamed herself for their mom falling and she knew her father and sometimes her sisters worried that she would fall to...at this point she wouldnt care really. She had nothing to give like her older sisters do, they all have something special about them but she didnt feel she had anything special.

Heading down the hall she passed her fathers office but before she could go downstairs she heard her fathers voice "Adeline please come in here". She rolled her eyes and sighed and walked in "Yes Father? What do I owe this pleasure of being in your company?" Her father looked up and shook his head "Adeline enough with the attitude. I want you to be on you best behavior. I do not want to hear of any issues. You are excused now" he then waved his hand and looked down at his desk. Addi turned around "Fuck best behavior" she mumbled under her breath then left. Grabbing her stuff she made her way downstairs, she was now in a worse mood. She put her music in her ears and turned it up loud and sat in a chair, her arms crossed as she waited for her sisters.

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Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Darcy Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Inessa Blackwood Character Portrait: Gillian Davenport
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Gillian

While the other girls were collected, the Third Davenport sister sat in the study, dressed and ready to go, with a book in her hand and her hand fiddling the short pearl necklace around her throat. Although the theme of the ball has yet to be announced, she wears the same style that she does for anything with any hint of dancing in it- the trademark full skirts and felt-bottomed shoes of a swing dancer. The only reason that she, normally lacking in the punctuality department, is ready at all would be because someone forced her to prepare half an hour beforehand, knowing that she takes forever to dress, if only because she doesn't care very much about clothing, normally speaking. After all, she had never been one who stressed style too much in her life, unlike Darcy, who adored dressing up. Rather, she would rather spend free time reading a good book or playing a video game than getting dressed- she is simply persuaded into dressing for the event with the hint that maybe, just maybe, the theme will suit her interests this year. Besides, if she didn't dress in a way suitable for the occasion, the young woman may stick out, and she dreads such a thing even more than she dislikes putting outfits together.

At the moment, there is a dazed look in her eye that is tell-tale of the young woman accidentally (as she tends to do when becoming too involved in the subject) projecting herself into the novel again. Not that something like a smack or a loud enough noise wouldn't pull her out of the trance-like state her physical form enters upon the exiting of her astral body, but it does tend to be tedious for the others to drag her out of the state. Despite this, she allows her mental being to fall into the world of the book, which happens to be Jane Eyre at the moment, so that she is standing among the guests during Mr. Rochester's party, able to spy Miss Eyre doing her best in the corner to go unseen. People turn and look at Gillian briefly, but as she had gone into the book earlier in the novel, they do not appear incredibly shocked to see her. Jane Eyre smiles at the Davenport girl, seemingly glad to see the young woman who poses here as a maid, for the character and Gillian have gotten along fairly well, so far.

In the real world, Gillian's eyes stare unseeingly at the page before her, as the words rearrange to match the current scene, including a young woman in heels whose outfit does not fit the maid she pretends to be.


Inessa
A young woman with long, unkempt dark hair stands in her room, a stereo playing whatever band is her current obsession, surveying her outfit in the mirror. Although her tastes generally turn towards bright colors, the girl has gone with black and red for this affair, which will be her first time attending the infamous Royal Ball, a month set aside every three years for the influential youth of the world- it is, essentially, one large match-making event. Although she is well aware of this, and somewhat dislikes the fact that it is created in order to 'find someone' or whatever, Inessa is still anticipating the month in general, hoping to meet a few girls to have some casual fun with, to dance until she collapses, or to at least have some sort of good time, whatever that may entail. A cursory glance at the clock tells her to leave now, and so the young woman throws one last look at herself, makes a stupid face and strikes a ridiculous pose before heading out.

She walks down a hallway, her steps filled with the sort of confidence that identifies someone who has been raised with power, towards the door. A bright red fedora sits on a coat/hat rack directly across from the door, and this headwear she grabs to place ontop of her curly black hair, giving it slightly more of a tamed appearance, although the impact is rather minimal. The other three who would be with her are all off to their own devices, she assumes, though she hasn't exactly spent her time verifying their whereabouts- this family isn't exactly the sort in which the siblings keep tabs on each other, usually speaking. So she walks out to the limo that awaits her without calling out to see if anyone else actually is home, knowing that the chances are incredibly slim that this is the case (although, of course, there lies the possibility that Les remains in the building, but she doesn't really think about it in her generalizations). A chaufer opens the door for Inessa, whose things are already packed in the trunk, presumably along with her brothers', and she slides into the back, staring out the window with music blasting into her ears as the driver starts the car and makes his way towards their destination.

It is only once they have gone some distance that a thought crosses Inessa's mind: I wonder if Les was actually still in the house.

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Unlike most of the other Royals the Davenports always showed up to the Royal Ball together. They were a fan favorite. Although their father only ruled over England, they were world famous, they were Iconic in the Us, mostly Hollywood, Asia, all of Europe and Canada. They inspired several movies and books. There live was so public, yet the family its self was mysterious. Jerrica took a deep breath and supported herself against the wall as she felt a sharp pain shoot through her chest, she closed her eyes and breath in and out in and back out. Someone, one of the humans she watched over had just died, she was tied to a large group of humans and whenever one died she could feel it, though there was nothing she could do, when she felt the pain it meant it was their time to go and it was one less person on her list. She almost passed out from the pain, it took her a few moments to get her composer back. She finally opened her eyes luckily no one had been around, she hated when people saw her in pain, she hated when anyone saw her any way but happy, especially her sisters.

She made her way to the library poking her head in seeing her younger sister reading. “Hey Gillian, ready to go?” she smiled “I’ll be waiting in the car.” She said before heading out to the limo to wait for her sisters. She straightened out her white dress that was inappropriate to say the least, but that was the only thing she ever did against her fathers will, she never understood the point of hiding a perfectly good body and she liked to show it off or maybe she had only started doing this after the last Royal ball, when she meet him it was the only real thing she could do to keep the memories of the last ball alive. Of course her sister knew nothing about what had happened that year, they assumed Jerrica had nothing better to do then keep an eye on them, but the honest truth was, she had never checked on them or followed them that whole month, she was busy with something else entirely, she thought as she waited for her sisters in the back of the limo.

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Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Darcy Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Inessa Blackwood Character Portrait: Les Blackwood Character Portrait: Gillian Davenport
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Gillian
Luckily, the young woman had just fallen into the book, and words had only begun to fall off her lips while addressing Miss Eyre, making it easier for Jerrica to pull the third sister out of her enchanted state. Had she been in the book for a longer period of time, it would have taken a good deal more time for this to happen, or at least a tad more effort. For this situation, however, Gillian blinks rapidly until her vision displays Mr. Rochester's home no longer, but the study in which she had begun reading. I did it on accident again. No good- I have places to go, the brunette scolds herself mentally, whilst standing up and placing the book down on the chair with a satin ribbon tucked between the pages to hold her place. After smoothing out her black dress once, and adjusting the petticoat under it which makes for fabulous swing outs, the girl puts on a bright smile (which doesn't take much effort, fortunately, because she does tend to enjoy the months that come every three years- primarily because she is not the sort who is easily rolled into any drama, and therefore may pass them peacefully) and walks out to the car, where Darcy, Adeline and Jerrica await her in the car. She slides in and glances quickly at what her siblings wear, biting her lip slightly at the length of the two older Davenport girls' dresses- especially Jerrica's white ensemble, which is somewhat. . .revealing. Personally, Gillian would never have the confidence to wear such clothing, and has only been seen in anything short when she was wearing, well, shorts. It simply isn't her style, which more fits the vintage look, to be honest. Only Adeline doesn't wear such a short dress, but instead a casual punk outfit- no doubt in order to irritate both Darcy and their parents. Gillian says nothing about it, though, not being the confrontational sort. In fact, she often fears that she isn't any kind of sort.

When Darcy poses a question to them about the arrival of the Blackwoods, Gillian merely shakes her head and smiles, not having the chance to say anything because soon Darcy snaps at Jerri. Even this tiny displeasure makes her tense verys lightly, but the young woman pulls out a smile, determined to be happy tonight. Unlike the elder two, she doesn't have any tension about meeting Blackwoods again- she tends to busy herself enough to not have any sort of interaction with them, thankfully. Soon they have arrived, each with around two suit cases, maybe three, which are taken away by the staff. The music playing, for the moment, is not precisely what Gillian had been hoping for, but it does have a bit of jazz to it, and there is a saxaphone player in the live band, inspiring some hope for the girl's favorite style of dance. She knows that the prince from Germany can lindy, and may have heard something about the boy from Greece, as well. Her good mood is dampened once more, as Darcy begins to scold Adeline, who doesn't look particularly happy about it. Gillian's eyes sweep the ballroom, and settle on a young man who is staring directly at the family and smirking as though he finds it hilarious. What is he looking at? Oh- a Blackwood. Did he-? Suddenly the band strikes up a new song, and the dance floor seems to rearrange itself as new partners are found.

Inessa
The youngest Blackwood arrives a little bit before the Davenports, and by the time the four sisters have arrived, she has disappeared onto the dancefloor, dancing with men and women alike, and messing with the minds of each one who is unfortunate enough to have agreed to, or asked for, a dance. The current victim is a lovely young woman with soft blond hair, who comes from Sweden or some other nordic country of that sort. Inessa's mask and bright red hat distract one from easily guessing who she is, unless they already have a certain level of awareness about each of the various Blackwood siblings. She catches Moshe slipping drugs into one girl's cleavage, and smirks, before turning back to her own young woman. They dance in such a way so that their bodies are close together, and Inessa leans over to whisper something into the girl's ear, prompting the young women to blush scarlet for a moment, before nodding in agreement and glancing over her shoulder at a blond girl whose appearance mirrors her own- her twin sister. "Wouldn't she be lovely to play with, dear?" Inessa suggests wickedly, "She is as beautiful as you- certainly you have had such thoughts before?" By the time the song has ended, the two sisters have mysteriously disappeared together, though Inessa could catch them on the way out, moving closer and closer to each other as though they were trying to mold together.

At that moment she notices the Davenport girls, including the one who appears to be underdressed and, admittedly, incredibly sexy. With another smirk, Inessa moves swiftly through the dancefloor, sliding around couples, dropping a trace of lust here, a desire for blood here, until she is standing next to Sage and Les, who seems to already be cooking up some chaos, based on the expression on his face and the air of tension that hangs above the girl in jeans and her sister, who wears a short dress. "Having fun without me, I see," she accuses him teasingly, though fondness in her voice is minimal- although they do no dislike each other, Les and Inessa have never possessed an incredibly close bond.

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Gillian
Gillian watches on shock as Darcy begins walking directly towards the Blackwood sibling who could easily be considered the most corrupted and vile, hands down. Then again, she had mentioned kissing him back in the car- there existed something prior between the two, unfortunately. Darcy will be fine- she always seems to be, the girl reminds herself with some trace of envy for her elder sister's ability to seemingly keep things together. The band strikes up a new song, from the current era, but with a good tempo- bottom line, it makes the young woman want to dance, though she is also torn with a desire to stay near her siblings (who seem already frayed by the whole event).

Not as selfless as Jerrica, though, when the German boy comes and asks her if she wants to dance, Gillian throws only a look of questioning towards her siblings, before following him onto the dance floor, her mood growing as the song becomes faster. She smiles at the boy, momentarily forgetting nerves of be sisters. She'll berate herself for leaving them after this dance, but not quite yet. Now, she is dancing and happy.


Inessa
Inessa notices the youngest Davenport girl storming away, and smiles with false sympathy, eyes following her movements in an interested manner. "Poor girl, having a spat with her family?" The girl muses softly to herself, a look on her face revealing the scheming taking place behind her chocolate eyes. By the time that Adeline has returned, Inessa has decided that the youngest Davenport girl will be her amusement of the night- no doubt willingly, by the way that she saw the supposed angel survey her.

When Adeline disappeared into the crowd, Inessa waves goodbye to her brothers and follows after her, stopping to rest her hand on the shoulder of one, or kiss another on the cheek, spreading her touch. Soon she is next to Adeline, dancing. "What's cookin' good lookin'?" She asks jokingly.

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Gillian
It isn't a long search before Gillian is lucky enough to find a sitting room, although it isn't empty, as she would have prefered. Still, a few people exit as she enters, giving her hope that it will be the sort of room that people stop in only briefly, to rest momentarily before heading back out to the dance floor. As long as there isn't a small group of people remaining in the room- she doesn't really like small groups, because the focus falls on anyone in such a setting, and she prefers to be remembered but not focused on- something which is occasionally difficult when one is a Davenport girl. There is one other who sits in the room, but he appears to be reading, his head ducked down to scan the pages, and therefore won't be much of a bother. He is dressed rather strangely as well, although there do seem to be several people at this event who prefered to ignore the formal attire memo- her younger sister among them. This seems to apply mostly to those who are just getting past being the youngest, and perhaps relish seeming as though they don't care. This young man's outfit seems to accentuate the feeling of not caring that others struggle to acheive, though there is some sincerity in its nonchalance. Interesting.

Gillian spots a book, probably left behind by some party-goer, laying on a chair near the young man's. Pleased with her good fortune, Gilliam beams at the inanimate object and walks toward it, picking up the novel before sitting down in the chair which had once supported it. Before she can open it, or really even read the back of this novel, which she does not recognise, surprisingly, the young man whose head had ben obscured looks up and addresses her. The book in his hands, now that she has a better look at it, appears to be a romance novel- somewhat corny, but she does tend to indulge in them as well. "Hm? Oh, well, I love to dance. Just not that sort," Gillian explains quickly, trying to erase the appearance of her not being willing to try out the dance floor, or do the sort of mingling that this event was designed for. Not that she should worry quite so much, but the young woman has always been slightly self-conscious when in small interactions. He extends a hand, and she catches a hint of a colorful tattoo hidden by his clothing, and immediately registers in her mind who he must be, to some extent. His introduction only confirms this as he states that his name is Lestate, but that she can call him Les. A Blackwood, she thinks cautiously, despite the fact that he seems to mean no harm, Well, I'll just be careful, but not rude, she decides, shaking his hand for as brief a time as is acceptable before snapping it back to herself.

"Lestat? As in, Lestat de Lioncourt?"

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Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Inessa Blackwood Character Portrait: Les Blackwood Character Portrait: Gillian Davenport
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Inessa
Seems I was right- little Davenport girl is trying to be her own person, Inessa thinks condescendingly, holding no love for the Davenport family which has beaten her own so many times. Especially recently, for though she is rarely told things by her brothers directly, the girl has a bad habit of using her ability to pass through matter for eavesdropping- she knows the minimum of what has gone down between her two eldest brothers and the two elder Daveport daughters. By all means, she has no intent of harboring any affections for the angels, no matter how physically attractive they may happen to be. She doesn't see it as something she must fear, anyway, because her commitment why nature can only increase when faced with someone she was taught to view as an enemy. There are no traces of fondness as she dances with Addie- only amusement and intrigue.

By this point, Adeline seems to have gathered Inessa's name, for she leans in, close enough that her lips nearly brush past the girl's ear, and whispers it. The angel calls Inessa intriguing, and admits that she has never believed that she would think such a thing about a Blackwood. "You'd be surprised how intriguing my family can be- just ask your sister," she murmurs back, gesturing towards Darcy and Moshe with her head, as Sage and Jerrica are out of view. The Davenport girl turns around and places Inessa's hands on her hips as they continue to dance. More like a Victoria's Secret Angel, Inessa decides, ever-amused and, now, further intrigued. She bends her neck slightly to whisper in Addie's ear.

"You dance like a high schooler, sweetheart. Let me guess- you've only been rebelling for a decade or two, yes? Not quite on my family's level yet," she teases her, turning the girl around to face her as the song changes to a slower one. She places her hands on Addie's hips once more and gives her a devilish smirk.

"The thing about dancing, is that you have to know what song is coming next," she informs her, glancing over to see Moshe and Darcy also slow dancing. Despite this advice, she decides to play with the young woman, who is admittedly quite sexy in her rebellion. So, she funnels desire into the girl, though they now remain at an 'appropriate' distance.


Gillian
"I've not," Gillian responds truthfully, looking down to see that the book in her hand is, indeed, that which he says it is. For a moment, she is rather curious about who it is who has left such a book on the chair of the sitting room- one of the mor scholarly royal youths, no doubt. There is an Italian proncess who is a famed mind, her own sister, one or two from other continents, and then. . .well, the boy in front of her, from what she has been told. He goes on to ask a rather philosophical question, about whether angels can redeem demons. And although he assures her it is for a friend, she speculates that he is either lying, or very close to this friend, given his personal tone.

"I suppose that depends. It is far easier to make a mistake than to fix it -no offense- and the redemption of a demon is unheard of," Gillian says in a faraway sort of voice. While Math and science have never been her strong-suits, she reads many types of books- giving her some sense of learning, on top of her own experience. "I suppose that depends on whether people are born innocent, or not, and whether one actually wants to be saved. Someone can accidentally fall,after all, but climbing tends to be deliberate, right?" She muses, half to herself. The young woman has not lived as long as her elder sisters, and so perhaps they would be better equipped to respond.

"But what would be the point of angels, if not to save? Well, I may not know as much as another would. Who is this friend?" she asks, knowing that it is prying but doing so anyway.