Lester Blackwell

Appearance: Rebellious, in one word. Black leather jackets, band t-shirts, boots, lots and lots of chains and really, everything metal . He goes between grungey and hipsterish with a dash of metal. Colors are something of a miracle on him. Longish hair with a shaved side. He also wears a big, black nerdy glasses when painting. He's artsy, what can I say. He's taken to secretly filling his body with tattoos, while his entire family is pretending not to see them.

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Short Bio: Lester is the second oldest child of the Blackwell family. He is in all seriousness, obnoxious like hell and kind of creepy. He is rebellious, artsy and angsty, half of it owed to the fact that he is the only squib in a family of six siblings and part because he just is. Lester does not know common decency, he doesn't understand the concept of rules and he also does not know what personal boundaries are. If you mutate a college frat boy with an artsy hipster and a rocker/punker, you've got the recipe for Lester. There's three ways people go about this specimen, they either love him and are amused by him, they hate him with a burning passion or they're incredibly uncomfortable around him. But, hate or love, uncomfortable is always there.

He has always been a problem child, having been suspended from school too many times to count, ran away from home on three separate occasions and managed to get himself involved in a fight or scandal at least once a month. Until his parents would have none of it anymore, and decided to send him to London with their eldest child. They both live in a one room flat. It does horrible things to both of them. Since coming to London he has calmed down a little, and has settled in with the odd, artsy kids at a very good art high-school in the city. Attachment is something Lester simply cannot do. He has more than enough friends, acquaintances and party people, but he can never tie himself to another person.

Life is a huge party with a dash of moody angsting in a dark corner of some cafe with his sketchpad on his lap. Half of his weekends he has no idea where he's been or what he's done, but he somehow always manages to make his way home. He's going through girls like you would with socks, usually of the rebel, drunk and unassuming kind. He's chaotic to the point where everywhere he walks he leaves a trail of messy chaos behind. The only ones that manage to reign him are Sander and occasionally Layla.

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