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Sage Blackwood

When you try to be original, you're going to get copied.

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a character in “Dancing With Forbidden Fire”, as played by Nami L'Chi

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”When you try to be original, please expect followers”




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Full Name
Sage Ryan Andrew Blackwood

Nicknames
Sage, Pudi, Drew

Appearance Age
21

Real Age
275 years

Role
Oldest Blackwood


Likes
∞ Music
∞ Drawing
∞ Poetry
∞ Wine
∞ Skating
∞ Reading
∞ Singing
∞ Guitar
∞ Mythology
∞ Foxes


Dislikes

† Religion
† Politics
† Penguins
† Posers
† Drugs
† New Age Art
† Rap Music
† Whiskey
†Drama



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Appearance
Hair:
His hair is short, wavy and brown. Sometimes it appears black, but when its wet it gets curly.
He almost never wears it straight. Though he usually has a hat over it.

Eyes:
They are a gorgeous blue, that appears a light green at times.

Body/Build:
He's not too muscular, but he's fit.
His muscles are well toned even though he doesn't work out.

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
He's got tattoos all over his arms, and hands. One tattoo is on his lower stomach, barly visible from his pants line.


Supernatural Abilities
Sage can shapeshift into any animal of his choosing though he prefers the form of a fox, but because of his tainted blood, the fox turns into a kitsune... and can plant seeds of doubt and distrust into anyones mind... except angels.


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Personality
Sage keeps an area of mystery around him, which people mistake him for a loner. He's actually qute charming and classy. Sometimes he's known to crack a few jokes now and then. He's always looking out for the good of his family, and won't let any of them get hurt. When angered, he gets sarcastic and lashes out against anyone near by. Sometimes he's known to go into a small depression where he'll go and drink wine, and read, just wanting to be alone. He is a very patient man, though he can get angry whenever something gets under his skin.


History
Sage hates his family's history and wants to set things right. Though being the oldest, he helps his parents with whatever needs being helped with. The one thing he likes bragging about is how he helped inspire the History of Kitsunes in Japan. He laughs everytime he tells the tale. As much as he despises politics, he is known to influence their lying and cheating, and stealing. Looking closely at pictures of hitler, you can see him and his family around him, influencing his choices.


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Sage is completely loyal to his family, he loves them all, and will sacrifice anything for them.

Lies of the Beautiful People-Sixx AM
Well this ain't no sideshow
This is the great unknown
This is the poison we take
Yeah

Outside the velvet rope
Standing there all alone
Are the grotesque and ashamed
Yeah

Well if you think real beauty's on the outside
Well that's a far cry
From the truth

Maybe all the information you received
Well you should not believe
There's no proof

Save yourself from all the lies of the beautiful people
It's time to run from the lies of the beautiful people

I feel so traumatized
Doped up and televised
Life can be cruel and insane
Yeah

But we've got these ugly scars
On our infected hearts
Maybe it's time for a change
Yeah

And if you think real beauty's on the outside
Well that's a far cry
From the truth

Maybe all the information you received
Well you should not believe
There's no proof

Save yourself from all the lies of the beautiful people
It's time to run from the lies of the beautiful people

Save yourself from all the lies of the beautiful people
Just run and hide from the lies of the beautiful

Save yourself from all the lies of the beautiful people
It's time to run from the lies of the beautiful people

He absolutly despises the Davenports. He would not be caught near one.... unless he was planning on tricking them.

Coffin-Black Veil Brides
Take your crosses
I'll live without them
Standing wet in holy rain.
When you were baptized
Ignored the problem
That's when I watched you seal your grave.

I tried to save you
But let you drink the pain
A final song now we both know.
So I'm not givin' up
Won't let you suffocate me
You find your hell is home.

I don't owe you anything
You'll only die a dream forgotten.
I've got my pride so hear me sing
I'll never let you steal my coffin.

Words as weapons
Pierce into you
So self-righteous, have it your way
I'm alive and now I'm burning
Say a prayer to end today

I tried to save you
But let you drink the pain
A final song now we both know.
So I'm not givin' up
Won't let you suffocate me
You find your hell is home.

I don't owe you anything
You'll only die a dream forgotten.
I've got my pride so hear me sing
I'll never let you steal my coffin.

Never let you steal my after life
Never let you steal my after life

So I'm not givin' up
Won't let you suffocate me
You find your hell is home.

I don't owe you anything
You'll only die a dream forgotten.
I've got my pride so hear me sing
I'll never let you steal my coffin.

I don't owe you anything
You'll only die a dream forgotten.
I've got my pride so hear me sing
I'll never let you steal my coffin.

So begins...

Sage Blackwood's Story

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Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Moshe Blackwood
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Sage:

Finishing up a glass of wine he looked at the clock, his parents were away on business, so he was in charge. He didn't feel like causing any problems today, there was no reason to. His mind was elsewhere. He sat on his leather couch in his room and thought about the last ball he went to. Such a beautiful woman he had danced with, and bonded with. Turned out she was the enemy. He grumbled and went to go pour him another glass until he heard a knock on the door. "Yes?" He asked, his mother came in with a smile, "Ma... your supposed to be gone already!" She gave a sheepish smile, "I'm going, just please make sure Moshe doesn't do anything tonight... promise Pudi?" Sage gave a nod and rolled his eyes, "Ma, I'm 275 years old... how much longer are you going to call me by that name?" She gave a playful wink and shut the door. He went back to his drinks as his mind drifted once more to the dancing. "Guess I should start getting ready." He muttered, walking to the door he yelled out of his room, "Mosh! Get yer ass ready for the ball!" Shutting the door he looked through all his clothing. He had to make sure he looked good tonight.Pulling some things out of his closet he threw them on the bed, stripping out of his previous clothing. He looked at his tattoos in the mirror and shook his head. Time to make sure the past does not come back. He though as he threw on his clothes. He gave the wine a quick glance, and shook his head. He was going to dance sober, he needed to make sure he stayed alert. Thirty minutes later he was ready for the ball, he walked out of his room and yelled again, "Mosh! Come on!" There was no response. Irritated Sage stormed up to his brothers room, throwing open the door he saw that it was empty. Really! Of all nights! He mentally yelled at his brother, as he stormed out of the house, making sure to slam the door. He shifted into his kitsune form, bones stretching and shrinking and breaking to fit his fox form. He winced as all four tails grew out at once. Once fully shifted, he sniffed out for his brother, making sure to follow the scent of disease and discord.

Moshe:

He laughed as he strolled into the bar. Tonight he was going to have fun, his parents were out of town, and he knew that Sage wouldn't care. Immediately he saw a man smoking, making a beeline to him, he avoided all the girls staring at him. He knew he was attractive, but he wasn't interested in fooling around with girls... his true love was Sin and Disease. He took a seat next to the smoker and placed his hand on the man's shoulder. "Nice night we have here." He said making some conversation as the seeds of lung cancer slowly traveled all over the man, implanting themselves in the mans lung. The guy looked at him and put out his cigarette. "Best get yer hand offa me ya queer." The smoker warned. Moshe laughed and removed his hands, throwing them up in Mock Surrender. "Yes Sir." He didn't mind the guy calling him a queer... the man was going to die of cancer. He sighed and reached over the bar grabbing his favorite drink. Fireball Whiskey. The barista looked at him and he blew her a kiss. She blushed and gave a friendly wave and motioned for the back room. He nodded, having something in mind for her. Slowly walking away from the bar he made his way to the backroom whiskey bottle still in hand. Lets see...Blue Waffle? Nooo... Herpes? Noo... HIV? He smiled finally coming to the disease he was going to give her. "Well hey there sexy." She purred wrapping her arms around him. He turned around and put his arms around her slender waist. "Kiss me like it was your last day." He purred in her ear. He could hear her heartbeat speeding up as she gave him one look and then pressed her lips against his. He dropped the whiskey bottle and adjusted his hands to where one was holding her head close to his. He forced his tongue to go down her throat, spreading the HIV disease all over her body. She tried pushing away from him, finally realizing he wasn't natural. Bringing his tongue back to normal he pulled away from her and adjusted his leather jacket. She stared at him in horror. "I was born with a long tongue." He says before walking out a smile on his face. The smile quickly turned into a frown as he saw his brothers fox form. He walked outside the bar his brother closely following him.
He could tell Sage was mad, but he didn't see why. "What is your Malfunction Drew?" He hissed as soon as he knew his brother was back in his human form. "The Royal Ball Mosh... you completely forgot about it." Moshe did a mental facepalm and groaned, "That's tonight! Damn..." Sage threw him a mask and grinned, "Looks like your going in there dressed as a rockstar." He smiled back and nodded, "It fits your personality.. careless and reckless." Sage finished. Moshe sulked and got on his bike. "Get on... i'm not walking there." Sage gave a nod and sat on the back of the bike. Moshe didn't even want to attend, but he was going just because he could cause a lot of trouble.

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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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Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport
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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.

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"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.

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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.

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Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Inessa Blackwood
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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.

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