Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Presuppositionalism » Aphantasia » Skill Trees - Good, Bad & Ugly » In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library » Game Theory » The Hidden Void » Removing CS From an Indy Universe : Solution » On the Matter of New Players and Orphaned Plays » STOP BLAMING US FOR RPG BEING SLOW! » Polytheism » The Game of Life » Just War » Science and Philosophy » The Bible as Literature » Humans in the MV. Questions and thoughts. » Surviving the post-holiday apocalypse. » SL: 1097 Bestiary of Monsters »

Players Wanted: Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ٩( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D »

0
followers
follow

Jerrica Davenport

"War is Pointless, Peace is Impossible."

0 · 321 views · located in Royal Islands

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

Description

Jerrica Davenport
Image
”War is pointless, peace is impossible.”




Image
Image
Image

Character’s Full Name
Jerrica Camilla Davenport

Nicknames
Jerri or Cami

Appearance Age
20

Real Age
263

Role
Oldest Davenport Daughter


Likes

∞ Her Sisters
∞ Singing
∞ Music
∞ Dancing
∞ Her wings
∞ Big Dogs
∞ Romance Novels
∞ Rain
∞ Being a Guardian Angel


Dislikes

† The Blackwoods
† Seeing Someone hurt
† Feeling Helpless
† Mean People
† Blood
† Crying
† Being an Angel (Sometimes)
† Being told what to do
† Trying to Be Perfect



Image

Appearance
Hair:
Jerrica’s hair is long touching just short of her lower back. Most of the time her hair is a light reddish-brown color, but sometimes depending on her mood (yes her mood, it will become a dark brown, normally when she is upset or angry.

Eyes:
Her eyes are a remarkably noticeable emerald green with noticeable hints of dark blue.

Body/Build:
She is tall, standing at 5’7 and weighing in at 135 pounds. She is extremely thin, but she doesn’t look like a stick she has curves.

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
The only marking she has is a scar on each shoulder blade where her angel wings normally are, when they are out.


Supernatural Abilities
She isn’t just a high ranking angel she is a:
Guardian Angel- “A guardian angel is an angel assigned to protect and guide a particular person or group.” –WIKI



Image
Image

Personality
Jerrica is one of the sweetest girls you will ever meet. She has a positive outlook on everything and tries to find the good in everyone’s, even the Blackwoods. She is very protective of her sisters and is constantly acting as a mother to them. She loves them to death and would do anything for them. She is always running around doing things for everyone, she is the definition of a people pleaser and sometimes she wishes sometimes she could just take time for herself. She has had to be perfect her whole life and she has been, she was the oldest forcing her to be an example for her sisters, messing up wasn’t an option for her.


History
Jerrica was the first born daughter to the Davenport family in centuries and some say that she was the reason the battle between the two families calmed down. Her father, being a king in the human world and high up on the chain of order in heaven, was always hard on his eldest daughter. She had to be perfect and every waking moment of her life was always planned out for her. From a young age she held the trait of a Guardian, or as most humans would call her a guardian angel and that became her life, protecting the humans from the demons and making sure they didn’t stray far from faith. She’s never had a moment to herself, it’s always been about somebody else and although she loves being an angel and doing what’s right, she wonders what life would be like if she was living for herself instead of everyone else.


Image
Jerrica’s Song to Her sister

Gaurdian
You, you who has smiled when you’re in pain
You who has soldiered through the profane
They were distracted and shut down

So why, why would you talk to me at all
Such words were dishonorable and in vain
Their promise as solid as a fog

And where was your watchman then

I’ll be your keeper for life as your guardian
I’ll be your warrior of care your first warden
I’ll be your angel on call, I’ll be on demand
The greatest honor of all, as your guardian

You, you in the chaos feigning sane
You who has pushed beyond what’s humane
Them as the ghostly tumbleweed

And where was your watchman then

I’ll be your keeper for life as your guardian
I’ll be your warrior of care your first warden
I’ll be your angel on call, I’ll be on demand
The greatest honor of all, as your guardian

Now no more smiling mid crestfall
No more managing unmanageables
No more holding still in the hailstorm

Now enter your watchwoman

I’ll be your keeper for life as your guardian
I’ll be your warrior of care your first warden
I’ll be your angel on call, I’ll be on demand
The greatest honor of all, as your guardian

The was she feels about a past situation

Beautiful Disaster
He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He’s as damned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
It just ain't right

Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him?
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight

Oh 'cause I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle
Waited so long
So long

He’s soft to the touch
But frayed at the end he breaks
He’s never enough
And still he's more than I can take

Oh 'cause I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

He’s beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster

So begins...

Jerrica Davenport's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Darcy Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Jerrica sat on the roof of her families’ palace in London, England. The whole city was visible from up here as she stood on the edge overlooking the city. The sky was a gloomy gray color and it looked as though at any moment it would downpour. Her eyes slowly moved from one side of the city to the other as if scanning it. Though it would seem as though she was taking time for herself, think all alone on the top of the world, she was simply doing her job, generally a Guardian Angel only looks after one person, but in her case she was responsible for a large group of people. After a few moments she made her way to the roof’s door that led back down to her room.

Today seemed oddly normal, no one had need her yet, which in of its self-seemed too good to be true and as for work, she was ahead of the game. She let herself fall on her bed back first, before hearing her name being called, she let out a sigh. there it is, she thought as she got up, pulling her long dark hair to the one side and making her way in the direction that her name was called, leading her to her father’s office. Jerrica Camilla, I’m not going… her father yelled “Not going to what?” she said softly as she stood in the door way looking over her father. Dressed in his usual expensive navy blue suite, she gave him a soft smile waiting for his orders. “Are you and your sisters ready to go?” he asked as if Jerrica was, their keeper as if she should know everything and she did. “Yeah, were all ready, helped them pack myself, were just waiting on you.” She said watching her frazzled father search his office for something. “Dad, your glasses are on top your head.” She said knowing her father very well.
He touched his hands to his head, a sigh of relief escaping his lips “I don’t know what I’d do without you Jerri.” he smiled his fatherly smile. ”Go get you sister’s I’m going to finish up some paper work then will head out.” she nodded as she turned to get her sisters Jerrica. her father said causing her to turn back and face him “The Blackwoods, their attending this event, you know as well as I do their souls cannot be saved, so don’t try, and keep your sister’s away from them, no matter what it takes, their not as strong as you Jerri. The Blackwoods will do anything to make you girls fall. he said in a calm worried tone. “You know I won’t let anything happen to them and you don’t give them enough credit, they are just as strong as me, they wouldn’t fall for any Blackwood tricks.” She reassured her father as she turned to leave again to get her sisters.

The truth was she wasn’t strong at all, she had almost fallen once a long time ago. But no one knew that not even her sisters. She sighed as she walked slowly down the hall. She wondered what I would have been like if she would have chosen a different path, if she would have fallen, she’s almost positive she’d actually be happy, but dwelling on the past was something she didn’t have time for. She reached Darcy’s door and gave a small knock. “Darce, hey, time to go.” She said calling to her sister through the door in a very motherly tone. She walked down the hall a bit more before reaching her youngest sister’s door. “Addi, hey sis, dad says it’s time to go.” She called to her youngest sister, before making her way back to her own room to grab her stuff and head down to the limo that waited to take them to The Royal Ball.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Darcy Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Adeline was laying on her bed singing to the music that was in her ears and thinking about the royal ball. She for one wasnt really looking forward to the next month because her parents expect her to be good and blah blah blah. Thats the last thing she planned on doing. Over the last ten years she has changed, her parents and sisters both saw it and they were worried that she would fall.

Opening up her mind she could hear her fathers thinking about the ball, how he was worried about the Blackwoods and us being in the same place. This made her grin and chuckle, the Blackwoods..Well father I hate the Blackwoods so no worries with that..but it might be fun to mess with them she thought to herself. Closing her mind she stood up from her bed and looked around.

She could hear Jerri knock on the door “Addi, hey sis, dad says it’s time to go.”, Jerri was the sister that she felt closest to even though they werent close in age, she was able to talk to Jerri without feeling like she was going to be judged though she still hasnt told her older sister her biggest secret. "Yea yea Dad can hold on I am not dressed yet" she yelled out to Jerri.

Going to her closet she picked out her outfit knowing it will just piss off her parents but she didnt really care, she just likes to get under their skins sometimes. She got dressed, did her makeup and hair then grabbed her stuff for the ball, she was hoping this year it would go by quick.

Going out into the hall she heard her sisters talking in Darcys room, leaving her things at her door she went and knocked on Darcys door then opened it "Okay..so I thought we were suppose to be all ready and shit, if I knew we had more time I woulda took more time getting ready. How do I look" she asked as she twirled around a couple times. "Oh and dont worry about me Jerri...I wont spend too much time with the Blackwoods...maybe ill mess with them a bit but dont worry about me" she gave a little smirk and sat down in one of the chairs in Darcys room.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Darcy Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Gillian Davenport
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Darcy Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Gillian Davenport
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Darcy Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Inessa Blackwood Character Portrait: Gillian Davenport
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Darcy Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Gillian Davenport
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Darcy Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Inessa Blackwood Character Portrait: Les Blackwood Character Portrait: Gillian Davenport
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

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.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

When the Davenports arrived Jerrica was greeted by an older women, Jerri’s assistant when she came to the Royal Ball. The Davenports were the most important members of the ball. ”Miss Davenport, it’s great to see you again.” she smiled happily “Why don’t I show you to your room.” she said as a few men grabbed the girls bags from the car, she wanted her sister’s to have fun, so she always took care of the check in and getting the room key. She followed the woman and the bell hops down the lavish of the palace that the ball was held in. The women unlocked the lavish family suite. She glanced down to her clip board as the guy carried the luggage inside the room. ”Two king beds, 2 bathroom family suite?” she said glancing to Jerrica “Yes.” She smiled soon she was alone in the large room as she sat on one of the beds debating on whether or not to hide in her room opening night.

After a few moments of deliberation, she went to the closet where her dresses had been hung and changed into something much more elegant that would definitely turn heads, her favorite tight long red dress fit her perfect. her long dark hair hung in loose curls around her pail face. She slipped into her black heels and grabbed her mask which was ironic considering the past. She made her way to the ball room as she entered she searched the room, not for her sisters, but for him.

EDIT

"Would you be so kind as to dance with me?" a familiar voice asked sending chills through her entire body. She found it harder to breath because she knew exactly who the voice belonged to. She had to say no, she couldn't fall for his tricks again he was a Blackwood, the oldest black would. her brown eyes met his blue ones an memories flooded back "Yes" she replied in a soft tone against her own will it was like he had some kind of spell over her every time they were together, she could never quite say no. She took his hand as he led her to the dance floor.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Sage:

Quite pleased with her answer, he casually leads her out on the dance floor, all those feelings reigniting, from years ago. He smiled as he looked at her, "You know Jer, you look as beautiful as you did when I first met you." He said in a calm tone as his hands fell down on her waist, his body swaying along with hers to the music He lifted one hand up and let it softly stroke her cheek, a soft smile came across his face. "Why do you do that to me?" He asked his blue/green eyes searching her face for some answer. "You make me feel as if I'm falling again...but I'm falling for the right reasons." He gave a soft sigh and looked over at Moshe. A smirk comes across his face as he sees his brother's love struck face. "We aren't quite fearsome when around Angels...you make us act as if we were love struck fools." He chuckled and looked back at her. "Do you remember those nights we were together Jer?The way we lived every moment together?" He sighed once more, and just continued dancing to the music with her.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Inessa Blackwood
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Feeling Inessa so close, Adeline cant help but want more What is this girl doing to me she thinks to herself. She feels herself being spun then brough down into a dip, fully supported by the girl before her. A brush of lips against her own sends a slight shiver against her as she hears Inessa speak. When she was spun again and brought back to the closeness of the blackwood girl, she brings her hands up to Inessa's back and slightly plays with the other girls hair. "I dont know what you are doing to me...but I like it" A slight smirk comes across her face and she leans in, brushing her own lips against Inessa's, holding the kiss slightly longer then leans back "This is going to be an inyeresting month."

Looking over Inessa's shoulder she sees her older sister Jerri now dancing with the eldest blackwood. Well this is quite interesting...seems we all are attracted to the Blackwoods she thought to herself. She kept dancing slowly with Inessa, she couldnt help but want more of this girl and she couldnt help but smile knowing her Father was going to be outraged with how not only is she with a Blackwood but she was with the Blackwood Daughter. "I do have to ask...why is a Blackwood interested in a Davenport girl. Hoping I would fall, is this what each of you are doing" she asked looking up at Inessa then motioning to their eldest siblings. "Because hun, I never thought id have feelings for Blackwood let alone dancing with one, tell me the truth, I wont be mad" she says as she brings her hand to Inessa's cheek and slowly caresses it "Because like I said earlier I want to get to know you more...you interest me".

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Inessa Blackwood
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Inessa
The dark-haired young woman meets the kiss easily, a thing she has done millions of times before in her lifespan, and will likely do a million times more before growing bored of the action. She can feel Addie messing with the ends of her unkempts black hair, which seem to wave in every direction imaginable, yet remain uncurly nonetheless. The kiss ends after a brief moment, so that the pair of elites are looking at eachother while the Davenport girl murmurs about anticipating this being an interesting month. In response to Addie saying that she likes what Inessa is doing to her, the Blackwood smirks and gives her a teasing wink, "People usually do, sweetheart."

Inessa doesn't have to look to know what it is that Addie is looking at over her own slender shoulders- she saw it for a fleeting second during a spin: her eldest brother dancing with the eldest Davenport girl. This is far less concerning to her, for Sage has always been the most calm of the family, and the biggest softie, as well, hands down. Besides, for now she is focusing on the girl before her, though in the corner of her eye she sees the blond twins from before coming out from some hallway, looking disheveled and flushed, their lips the tell-tale swollen of kissing. The sight of them makes her feel like frowning and grinning at the same time- she feels smug about how easily manipulated humans are, yet disappointed at the same time. It can be rather boring, after all, when humans die faster, can consume less drugs, cannot dance as long, etc. Even though many humans are still her elders, she can't help but recognise their existence as wretchedly fleeting.

These thoughts are interrupted as Addie speaks once more, asking as to why Inessa is interested in, as she describes herself, a 'Davenport girl'. Admittedly, making one of them fall would be rather rewarding, mentally at least, for the Davenports seem to constantly be one-upping her own family. However, though she holds no fondness for the family, that isn't really her intent. After all, if the Davenports all fell, who would be left to dislike? Everyone needs a rival, and the angels are that of the Blackwood family, no doubt about it. Before Inessa gives her response, Addie has her hand on the girl's cheek, and is saying something about wanting to know her more. Inwardly Inessa rolls her eyes, knowing that this is mostly the desire she sent to coarse through the young woman's veins. People touching her isn't really something that the young woman is unfamiliar with, either, but she can't help but feel as though the girl's hand will turn to some sort of holy acid, which may come to burn through the demon's skin.

"Why? You Davenports are rather interesting- humans can only give so much satisfaction. Besides, it's the whole opposite thing- isn't it kind of sexy?" Inessa asks, raising her eyebrows and sweeping a strand of hair out of Addie's eyes. The song is nearing its end, she knows, but what the Blackwood girl will do when that happens has yet to be decided- she rarely plans things ahead, anyway. Inessa smirks at a thought that comes into her head, and immediately murmurs it.

"Besides- I've heard a rumor that angels are wickedly good in bed," she says suggestively.