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Full Character Name: Lester Evan Blackwell
Character Birthday & Age: January 01, 1991; 18
City & Country of Birth: Cardiff, Wales, UK
Blood Purity: Squib
Alma Mater: University of Arts London
Job/Position: Art School Student

Wand:

Physical Description:
Obnoxious is a word fit to describe not only Lester Blackwell’s personality, but also his face –although this might mostly be due to the fact that the eighteen year old makes good use of his facial features to convey emotions that are harrowingly annoying: his nose, flat but round and fat at the end, can easily become a pig’s nostrils; his commonly shaped, dark eyes intact with their rebellious smudges product of poor sleeping habits, can easily convey any nasty little emotion he wishes them to; and his thin, large lips are often used to speak words that would turn any perfect little angel’s golden hair locks grey. But through it all, Lester has a certain quality to his face that also makes cute a word fit to describe it –although most change their adjective rather quickly as soon as they’ve met him. His long-ish black hair hangs unruly down to his shoulders, at odd ends that never meet and never make up a perfect form. Lester’s all about the edges, after all.

Tall and lanky, the eighteen year old Art student likes to think he walks with artistic grace and a quiet sense of superiority –but, honestly, obnoxious is how most people would describe it as well. His long arms swing, his tall legs stride, and the most annoying look comes over his face whenever he moves. But he just keeps on going without a single care in the world. When sitting, he prefers to have his legs folded beneath him, if he isn’t drawing. And, as yet another fact of his artistic personality, Lester would like to believe he has a dreamy voice –but most would much rather call it obnoxious as well.

Personality Description:
Angst is all the rage.

Rebellious and without a sense of understanding of rules and obligations, Lester Blackwell might just be the most problematic of all six of his siblings. With a chaotic tendency to leave a trail of messes behind him wherever he walks, the eighteen year old has long ago lost any hope for a true future –but he doesn’t precisely regret it. Loud and obnoxious, Lester has a tendency to say awkward things at awkward moments, as well as revealing dirty little secrets without really meaning to. At least, not most of the time. With a flare for walking right into everything forbidden, the only non-magical being of all his siblings, he’s always somewhat felt like he has the right to rebel against established rules and do whatever the hell he wants –‘cause, y’know, he’s already been treated unjustly enough.

With little understanding of personal boundaries –both physical and emotional-, most people feel rather awkward in his presence, and he tends to not even notice it. Common decency is another attribute he’s rather lacking in, having never honestly understood the concept –and he has therefore been known to burp in public or act in many such ways that are rather off putting. As he’s grown, he’s noticed certain reactions to his attitude and has tried to at least stop burping in front of strangers –but he doesn’t really understand what all the scandal is about.

Since he was young, Lester has always had an unequivocal love for the arts, and sketching chief among them. The normal one out of six siblings with magical abilities, his abilities to capture a moment through a pencil and drawing pad were his only way to stand out and capture someone’s attention –though it didn’t quite work, it didn’t quite set him up to the level of Sander or Bran, and he felt constantly reminded of such matters, even if they were never spoken aloud. Still, he focused on his talents and let them grow, nourishing them to perfection and as something that nobody could take away from him.

The second eldest Blackwell is not much one for order or cleaning; cooking is the bane of his existence, and in all honestly he simply rather eat out of a bag that can later be tossed in the can and VOILA! All cleaned up. Junk food is his favorite form of nourishment, if only because there are usually no plates to clean later. And even when there are, and it’s his turn to wash them, they tend to sit in the sink for days at a time until flies start to become too pestering to ignore and he finally gets around to them. His clothes also have a tendency to end up on the ground, or over a chair, or tossed on his mattress, or just generally anywhere other than where they should be –and he rarely bothers correcting that small situation.

Whenever he’s alone in the one bedroom apartment he shares with Sander, he enjoys sitting by the window, knees pulled into a forty-five degree angle, laptop perched there, and dubstep or indie music blaring out, and a cigarette in one hand –Lester smokes, and he smokes quite a bit, to the point where he’s quite prone to coughing violently throughout the day and night; as a matter of fact, similarly to Sander, Lester tends to spend more on fags than on food, as nourishment is rather not something he worries too much about. He does, however, also spend quite a bit on sodas, as he has a bit of an addiction to Coke –and the bottles full of ashes and smoked cigarettes have a tendency to end up on the floor of their flat until he has no option but to pick them up. Which is usually faster than cleaning dishes, for strewn bottles can break bones.

Although social graces are not really his thing, and attachments to other human beings aren’t really his thing –or, honestly, at all plausible for him-, Lester has managed to make some friends he feels relative care for and a number of acquaintances he openly admits to preferring alive and healthy than sick or dead. And besides drawing and smoking, he very much enjoys going out with them every night of the week, getting drunk enough to not know his feet from his hands, finding a girl to spend his night with, and then somehow finding his way back to his flat and being entirely surprised when he’s actually in his bed the next morning –and ready to repeat it all over again. He has a tendency to never spend time with the same girl twice, if only because more than once and women tend to start feeling, which simply makes things complicated and icky, as he learnt from experience after that one girl tried to chop his head off for not returning her call.

Having finally had to acknowledge at the age of eleven that magic had obviously skipped him, Lester did his best to accept his identity as a muggle. It wasn’t easy, and he’s never fully came to terms with it, but he does recognize one slight advantage his kind has over his siblings kind: technology. And music. But mostly technology. His ipod is his greatest purchase, and he’s been saving up for a iMac he saw in a store –and is still rather far from having enough to afford it, but slowly getting there. He rarely walks without his earphones in and music blaring, and he very much enjoys surfing the internet whenever he gets the chance.

Although Lester has plenty of siblings, there’s one he’s immensely more protective of than the rest: Elin, one of the triplets –and the only one he can actually really stand- is a 7 year old he loves unconditionally, although he’d never admit it. She also has a slight tendency to copy everything he does, which is the one thing in life that actually makes Lester wonder if he actually isn’t going about life in the entirely wrong way. Of course, though, it’s nothing more than fleeting thoughts, and he never has done much to change his way of being, but he’s content to know that he has at least pondered on it.

History:
Lester Evan Blackwell was rebellious to the point of reigning chaos from the moment he was born: after a long day of labor, Glenda Blackwell finally managed to pop her second son out –only to hear the new born baby wail with a force and volume that was odd for a being with lungs so small. The child had been fidgety and annoying even then, resorting to crying and complaining even when placed in either of his parents’ arms, and Evan and Glenda couldn’t help but wonder at the intricate differences between their first born and Lester. This one, they soon realized, was going to drive them mad –and even seem proud at his feat. It was only with Sander, his five year old brother, that Lester seemed at peace. They would play, and the new born would seem like a tiny little angel; however, the moment Glenda or Evan made an attempt to interact with him, Lester would be wailing or kicking or waving his small little fists around in protest. As he grew into a young toddler, he also grew the tendency to run around. And break stuff.

A lot.

But Lester was barely a wedge of hell, compared to Glenda and Evan’s third son, whom followed two years later. Bran Blackwell was the type of child who might appear angelic at times, but whom Lester quickly realized was actually the devil incarnate; on the reverse of Lester and Sander, who had the brotherly relationship figured out perfectly, Bran seemed to hate such bonds. It was common for destruction to fall on the two elder siblings whenever the youngest was around. Even further proof of Bran’s evilness appeared on the one time when Lester and Sander made an attempt to reveal the truth to their parents –only to end up being punished for being “ridiculous”. It was all rather unfair, and led to Lester becoming perhaps even more of a rebel. If that was, at all, even possible.

For the first five years of his life, Lester did not pay much attention at all to the fact that both his siblings had displayed signs of magical abilities –Bran even a bit too many signs- and he hadn’t. But then, he turned six, and Sander turned eleven, and everything changed. The morning his older brother’s invitation to Hogwarts arrived, Lester stared at the flowing letters with an eagerness and anticipation in his eyes, only to suddenly come to the realization that he couldn’t even be certain he’d get one. Of course, with the mind of a six year old child, he easily convinced himself that he would, that things would go perfectly because that was what life was about –but he feared, anyways, and with each new day that passed without him accidentally setting someone’s hair on fire, the fear grew greater.

The fear, however, became nothing other than downright, sad reality when Lester turned eleven and no invitation to Hogwarts arrived. The boy pulled further into himself, into his own world of drawing and making life hell for his parents by doing the exact opposite of whatever they said –especially when the triplets arrived. It wasn’t enough that his lack of magical skills had been basically ignored other than for a sigh, slight disappointment from his father, and a poorly hidden gleefulness from his mother, but now there were three new kids for all the attention to go to. He excused his lack of a truly close relationship with them with mutters about girls and cooties, but was aware his motives were rather different. He was eleven, but he knew he was the black sheep of the family, destined to so much less than the others.

It wasn’t long after that he ran away from home for the first time, only to be dragged back a short hour after he’d made his break. There were two more occasions in which he repeated the act –and once he even managed to stay away for over a day, a feat he was rather proud of; when he wasn’t busy planning his next escape from home, he was getting suspended from school or involving himself in some other problematic drama at least once a week. As a matter of fact, Lester was suspended so many times, that it finally got to the point where his parents could take it no longer. Sander saved them all, and offered for Lester to move with him to London. The move, all in all, actually helped: although Lester did not give up on his rebellious ways, he did find focus in his art instead of on his lack of magical abilities, even going as far as making some friends.

And so, now he lives in a one bedroom apartment with Sander; the situation isn’t entirely healthy for the siblings, and Lester actually enjoys bothering his brother. But they love each other, and so they manage –all while Lester focuses on his art and his partying. And his smoking.

Describe your job duties and how you go about them:
As an Art student, Lester’s only responsibility is to attend his classes and try to get the best grades he can –not really a hard feat to manage, considering one of his only big loves in life lays in his artistic capabilities. Coursing normally through the late morning and early afternoon, Lester is usually on time and present for his classes. His grades could be better, but as any arts students would tell you –or so Lester claims-, the arts are about liberation, not what some arse of a professor believes is right or wrong.

Elaborate on your expertise in your field:
Having first picked up a sketch and pencil when he was young, Lester has many years of drawing behind him, and considers himself rather proficient with his art. It is true that his sketches tend to lend towards the darker, more angst side of life, but the truth is he’s gotten rather good at capturing the emotions behind any moment in time he so chooses.

Writing Sample:
See Cooper Evans.

Sum up your character in one paragraph:
The second eldest child in the Blackwell clan he might be, but Lester is the only one out of all of them –except his mother, who really doesn’t count- who has turned out to have no magical skills what so ever. It is this sense of being different, perhaps, that has led the eighteen year old to be a rather rebellious and obnoxious bloke, with no ability to truly form bonds with other people for the most part, who pays more attention to his art than to real life, and who has the handy ability to walk around the world he lives in leaving a path of chaotic destruction behind.