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Les Blackwood

"When life gives you lemons, say "Fuck you life," and squeeze the lemon juice in someone's face"

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a character in “Dancing With Forbidden Fire”, originally authored by Natzalia, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Lestat Blackwood
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”When life gives you lemons, say “Fuck you life,” and squeeze the lemon juice in someone’s face...”




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Lestat Cantrell Darian Blackwood

Nicknames
Les (his preferred name), Canni (his mother’s nickname for him), Troll (his brothers call him that) Dare (when he’s being an idiot), Rian (his other favourite nick name)

Appearance Age
17

Real Age
98

Role
Youngest Blackwood Boy


Likes
∞ Silence
∞ Being alone
∞ Romance Novels
∞ His mother
∞ His oldest brother
∞ Girls
∞ The color navy
∞ Dark music/poetry


Dislikes
† The Davenports
† Moshe
† Being called a baby
† Doing things incorrectly
† Reading anything that’s not a romance novel
† His father
† Feeling threatened
† His first name



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Appearance
Hair:
shoulder length, deep jet black hair, it is sort of soft, and he usually wears it straight

Eyes:
deep chocolate

Body/Build:
muscular, almost more so than Sage, but not quite

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Les is covered from head to toe in tattoos, but his favourite is one on his back, a large black Pagan star


Supernatural Abilities
Les is like a vampire, but instead of sucking blood, he sucks psychic energy and emotion. He can make people go from the top of the world to utterly depressed in a second, but this energy also feeds him. While he still can suck the blood out of people, he doesn’t like to because it tastes bad. Les can also make people do things they normally wouldn’t by getting into their minds and persuading them, hence the nickname Dare.


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Personality
Les is quiet and reserved, and doesn’t like to be talked to. For some reason, Moshe and their father don’t get that, and like to irritate him. While he likes hurting people, he wishes he didn’t have to sometimes, but when he sees other people happy he just snaps and has to hurt them. A smart, and by smart I mean “I’m a freaking genius so I’ll talk down to you” smart, guy, he is extremely cunning and devious.


History
Les wasn’t a “planned” child, and therefore his father has always expected a lot from him. He graduated school at the young age of 16, and went on to Harvard and Yale, and now takes classes at Cambridge. Having many doctorates that he doesn’t use, and honestly has no use for, he likes to rub how smart he is in people’s faces. He isn’t close to Moshe or his younger sister, but extremely close to Sage.


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Characters Feelings About His Family: Les is extremely close to his mother and oldest brother, but not as close to his Father, Moshe and his sister. He loves his family, however, and would do anything to protect any of them.

Liar Liar (Burn In Hell)-The Used
Liar, liar, pants on fire
And the pills go down and get you higher
Baby bottle's burning, motherfucker
And the mother hates him like the daughter
Only god and maker gripping tighter
Saying you will burn in hell, they say
You will burn in hell

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop your soul from catching
Fire, fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, pants on fire

Liar, liar, house of fire
And the glass tastes messy chew it louder
bet your tummy hurts you, you motherfucker
mother never loved you
father touched you with the hand of god
He's gripping tighter
Saying you will burn in hell, they say
You will burn in hell

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop your soul from catching
Fire, fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, you fucking liar

You're gonna burn in hell
You're gonna burn in hell
Hell, hell, hell
You will burn in hell, they say
You will burn in hell

Fucking liar

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop your soul from catching
Fire, fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, you fucking liar

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Liar, liar, stop your soul from catching
Fire, fire, god and maker
Liar, liar, you fucking liar
You fucking liar

Liar, liar, you fucking liar [3x]

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Hanging from a telephone wire

Characters Feelings About the Davenports: He despises them. He’s pretty sure there isn’t a good reason, but his family does, and Sage does, so he just hates them. While he finds all the girls attractive, he hates how happy they are while his family suffers.

Razor’s Edge-Saliva
Walking on Razor's edge, so hard for me to find my way home.
How could it have come to this?
So hard to pick the right from the wrong.

I can't try to hide behind myself anymore.
I can't try to reason with the pain and misfortune.
So I will grab hold to forever and walk right through this open door.

Walking on this lonely road, the heartbreaking pain at my side.
Without two arms to hold me, nothing but the chain of goodbyes.

I can't try to hide myself anymore.
I can't try to reason with the pain and misfortune.
So I will grab hold to forever and walk right through this open door.

I can't try to hide behind myself anymore.
I can't try to reason with the pain and misfortune.
So I will grab hold to forever and walk right through this open door.

I can't try to hide behind myself anymore.
I can't try to reason with the pain and torture.
So I will grab hold to forever and walk right through this open door.

So begins...

Les Blackwood's Story

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
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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.

Setting

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Character Portrait: Les Blackwood Character Portrait: Gillian Davenport
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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.