Davenport, Lysander

[Lysander Davenport]

THERE'S A STORM
ON THE STREETS
B U T Y O U S T I L L D O N ' T RUN
W A T C H I N G A N D W A I T I N G
F O R T H E R A I N T O C O M E


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tell you the truth i hate
what didn't kill me
it never made me any stronger at all

NAME|| Lysander Demetri Davenport
NICKNAMES|| Sander, Ly,
AGE/BIRTHDAY|| 22, 1990, July 19th
GENDER/ORIENTATION|| male, demisexual
SPECIES|| warlock
CANON|| nope


FACE CLAIM|| Misha Collins
HAIR COLOR|| blackish brown
EYE COLOR|| Blue
ANIMAL COLOR|| n/a
BLOOD DIET|| n/a
BUILD|| 5'11, 125 pounds. He's rather slim, and the only amount of muscle he has is from the days where physical exercise is required in school.
STYLE|| Lysander's dress is evidence towards his rather privileged upbringing despite the fact that he no longer lives with his family. The clothes he took with him from France to America are uppercut, suits and other apparel for a well dressed man from a respectable family.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES|| His English is great, but the French accent tends to make him stand out.


PERSONALITY|| Lysander is a rather quiet person, mostly stemming from the way the Davenport family tried to stifle their son's personality. Rejection is something he is used to and has just decided to basically become a social pariah, excluding the company of his grandmother whom he lives with now.He prefers to observe, but is also rather blunt and honest in his manner of speaking unlike many people in modern times. He considers his powers as a warlock to be something out casted and views himself as something of an outcast himself, although he does not do anything to prevent this assumption. But besides being shy, he is thoughtful, incredibly intelligent, hard working and stubborn but also a bit apathetic. He isn't as in touch with his emotions as other people are and does not want to be in touch with his magic.
LIKES/STRENGTHS||
has a great connection with animals
intelligent
resevered
calm
silence


DISLIKES/WEAKNESSES||
pride
is used to relying on his families money
has a talent of saying the wrong thing
black sheep of the family
having to act a certain way to maintain the family honor

SECRETS/FEARS|| deathly afraid of getting wrapped up in vampire business
never told anyone about the discrimination he faced because of his sexuality
SKILLS|| Extremely musically talented, give him an instrument and he's sure to figure out how to play it eventually

OCCUPATION|| working at the apothecary
FAMILY|| Demetri Davenport--father
Melinda Davenport--twin sister
Karena Davenport--sister
Kaia Anastas --grandmother
HOMETOWN|| Paris, France
HISTORY||

In the 17th century and onwards the Davenport family was a powerful family full of witches and warlocks. However as the times went on and the practice of witchcraft became a taboo, the Davenport's stopped practicing and began to assimilate to culture. Occasionally a family member exhibited signs of power and they were either out cast from the family or the magic was broken out of their system by other means. This had carried on for centuries, as the family moved from country to country. It had seemed that the deep secret of generations had been blended out of the family until Kaia Anastas revealed her magic to her son and extended family in a little Greek town. Her children were taken from her, where they moved to France and the abuse continued on. Kaia would eventually change her name to a Greek one, in order to no longer be a part of the Davenport family.
Kaia's son Demetri would marry a young human named Melinda. Although she was unaware of it at the time, she also had a family of magical folk running through her bloodline. Of course, they had the miracle of twins, Karena and Lysander.
Both would go on to show magic.
In the case of Karena, her father was able to cut off her ties with her magic rather quickly but this was not the case with Lysander. At this time Lysander was at the age where he believed everything his parents told him and therefore believed that any sign of magic would get him hurt or worse. The sparkle ran too tightly through his veins however and the moments of prophetic visions would not stop as he grew older. Eventually he just stopped telling anyone in his family of his dreams and the guilt of knowing that he could have changed people and saved lives would always be with him.
His family treated him fantastically and even spoiled him when he could go without signs of magic. However, the moment signs of magic occurred the treatment would take a spiral to the other extreme. Sander quickly grew used to spilt lips and rapid weight loss. Of course, the people who did notice that the boy seemed malnourished and noticed the bruises couldn't fight against such an elite family.
It was in his teen years that he began to practice magic on his own with a friend, while telling his parents that they were studying their English. Of course, they never "studied" at the Davenport home and Sander's English never got any better. Gradually, that friend became more than a friend and Lysander fell in love with another teenage boy. That was the happiest part of his life and it was a blissful three months, until he was caught at it.
Being an old and cliche family, falling in love with another man was something Demetri Davenport could not handle and yet another cruelty that Karena and Melinda merely ignored. After the black eye and burn healed, a little pit of anger started to grow in Lysander that would eventually become overwhelming.
The last time he was caught using magic resulted Sander literally being thrown out the door with his few possessions and a few more bruises to add to his collection just like his grandmother once had been. Through a series of hardwork as no one had spoken of his grandmother in years, Lysander survived on the streets of Paris until he tracked her down and got a plane ticket to Mystic Falls, which is where he is now.

BEHIND THE SCENES|| Damon
OTHER CHARACTERS|| Damon Salvatore
CONTACT|| pm or msn
RP SAMPLE||

Damon’s true emotions were a bundle of confusion and mess. Stefan. He didn’t like to let on how much he cared about his brother, but he did. The misery he put Stefan through was the result of a grudge and it wasn’t until Stefan was possibly in danger that he realized the stupidity of it.And then there was Elena. That was the strongest memory of the incident. Sweating and tired, he had said words only because he had thought he wouldn’t be alive to see the repercussions of them.But here he was. He wasn’t sure which was worse, suffering through the choice of what he had said with his brother possibly in danger and the woman his brother loved with him…Or if Stefan had stuck around to hear about those three little words.

He reached for the glass of alcohol he had just poured. It seemed he was always drinking, but not to get drunk. The burn decreased the thirst for blood, even if just a little bit. Damon enjoyed the hunt, it was almost more exciting than the kill.But he needed to control himself. After all, he had been told multiple times that he was a risk for the vampire community getting found out. And now he had someone to watch over.

It happened again, those cycling of thoughts as he headed upstairs with his glass. Was he doing the right thing for the right reasons? Or for the wrong reasons? Stefan would want him to protect Elena, but was he really doing it for Stefan or for himself? Was it wrong to hope for just one second that he could possibly get her to love him back?

Damon took a sip of the drink as he headed to his bedroom. He froze in front of Stefan’s room. Besides the emotions of guilt and how different things would be if Damon had made different choices, he was bored. Stefan was a source of entertainment.

And then he heard his name from that soft, bell like voice and Damon’s mood soared. Elena.

“I’m here. I’ll be down in a second.” He called, before heading back down the stairs.

That quirk of a grin slid up his features and one side of his mouth lifted higher than the other.

“It’s pretty early. Shouldn’t you be sleeping in till noon like every other teenage girl on the face of the planet?” He teased as he finished off his drink.

Except Elena wasn’t any normal teenage girl.

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[Eva]

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