Bellatrix Lestrange (Finished)

[rith]

BELLATRIX|DRUELLA|LESTRANGE

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She's the kind of girl who gets her slings and arrows from the dumpster
The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
She's the kind of girl who leaves out condoms on the bedroom dresser
Just to make you jealous of the men she fucked before you met her

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IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN

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Name: Bellatrix Druella Black Lestrange
Nickname: Bella
Age/Birthday: 44/October 19th
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Pureblood
Affiliation: Death eater
Year/House: Graduate, Slytherin
Occupation (adults): Death eater
Wand: 12 3/4 walnut, unyeilding, dragon heartstring core

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TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND

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Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Dark brown
Height: 62 in.
Weight: 140 lbs.
Distinguishing Features(if any): Azkaban number on her neck, dark mark on her left arm
Play-by: Helena Bonham Carter
Overall appearance:
The wild, gaunt woman that is Bellatrix Lestrange is easily recognized among the wizarding community. She has features she acquired from her family line that are characteristic to most Blacks: her pale skin, sharp angles and cold exterior. A curtain of long, unruly dark hair hangs from her head, barely looking at all tended to except for the occasional eccentric styling. Her thin lips and heavily-lidded eyes she acquired from rotting in Azkaban. Her thick dark hair and rounded, symmetrical face are but ghosts to possible good looks in the past, but the years have taken their toll on her.

Bella is always clothed in long black gowns and underbust corsets, always looking like some gothic victorian bride, her clothing taste living up to her dark personality and her pride in her family roots. Especially after recently escaping Azkaban, she's not perfect on keeping up with herself. A lot of her clothing is tattered. Her teeth are not in perfect condition. Her nails needed a clipping ages ago though sometimes she coats them in blood red varnish. She is otherwise not a fan of makeup or taking care of herself in any way.

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IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR

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Erised: To be wedded to the dark lord himself
Patronus: The day she joined the death eaters and received her dark mark. Her patronus is a vulture
Boggart: Death
Dementor: Loosing her sister as a friend when she became a filthy blood traitor.
Amortentia: Raspberries, her mother's perfume, seaside air

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THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR

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Likes:
-Causing others mental and physical pain/distress
-Teasing and belittling others
-Manipulating others
-Herself
-Everything about The Dark Lord. The ground he walks upon, the air he breathes, etc.
-Her family, to a certain extent. She wouldn't die for any of them, but the company of her sister and her only nephew is generally pleasing.
-Lurking about in the dark for absolutely no reason.
Dislikes:
-Anyone with blood that is not 100% pure
-Blood traitors
-Overall distaste for anyone of authority other than The Dark Lord, ex. Hogwarts staff, Ministry staff.
-Mornings
-"Partner" missions with the death eaters
-Sissies and weaklings
-Her husband (though pretends to like him)
-Sleep. It's a major waste of time.
Strengths:
-Persuasive
-Loyal
-Relatively fearless
Weaknesses:
-Over-confident
-Immature
-Tempermental
-Control issues
-Distrusting
Overall Personality:
Bellatrix has herself a little case of antisocial personality disorder. When she must, she can be almost charming. Flattering even. But her world revolves completely around her. She only uses flattery for manipulative purposes, to obtain the things in the center of her desires. She couldn't care less who she has to hurt and kill along the way, she has no conscience whatsoever. When she doesn't get what she wants, however, things can take a turn for the worst. She has an unforgiving and unpredictable temper.

Due to her own ignorance, Bella is incredibly egotistical, self-confident, and almost fearless. She has very little to no doubt in herself and everything she stands for. The only thing she has ever feared is death, as any death eater is just as cowardly if not more cowardly than her, but she would gladly die serving The Dark Lord.

She has a sharp tongue, and though doesn't act it often, wit perfect for deception and persuasion. She is harsh, cold, and black. A jagged shard of obsidian. Often, though, she is playful and has the maturity of someone a fourth of her age. Any assignment she gets as a death eater, she makes it the most entertaining it could possibly be, striking fear into her victims hearts, tormenting them, playing with her pray like a cat, until they beg to be killed.

Sadomasochism. There's nothing better, in Bella's eyes, than causing pain and even receiving pain. It's a new level of pain threshold. She has grown to love any pain, which is very useful around her master, after times of punishment under his wand. She couldn't care less, attention like that from him is what she lives for. Though it's seldom that she disappoints The Dark Lord. She'll go to any length, risk anything at all, to please him, through her infatuation with him.

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IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST

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Family:
Druella Black-mother
Cygnus Black-father
Andromeda Tonks-sister
Narcissa Malfoy-sister
Rodolphus Lestrange-husband
Isadora Rowle - daughter
Rabastian Lestrange - brother in-law
Regulus Black - cousin
Draco Malfoy - nephew
Nymphadora Tonks - niece
Pets: None
Residence: Malfoy Manor
History:
Bellatrix was the first-born of the respectable Cygnus and Druella Black. She was brought up just like any pureblood child of her family: with pride, honor, and dignity. Her feelings for anyone of unpure blood had been established early in her childhood. She was raised to be a woman, a wife, and a supporter of The Dark Lord, but not a death eater.

Later came her sister Andromeda, who she got on with quite well for a period of time. The two were close in age and were quite similar kids. Though Bella already showed dominance compared to her younger sister. All was quite typical, until the third black girl was born when Bella was four years old. Narcissa was the youngest, the most beautiful, and obviously the favored by their parents. The three girls grew up as friends however, and no rivalry set in until much later.

Bella was sorted into Slytherin of course, as most of her family was. Her first couple years at Hogwarts, she just tried to get by. She befriended fellow purebloods such as her later husband and his brother. Andromeda joined the same group reluctantly, not being as much of a believer in blood superiority, though Bella didn't pay quite as much attention to her now. She was slowing drifting away from her family.

By the time Narcissa was growing into a fine young lady, her parents had given up on making Bella the daughter they would marry off to a respectable candidate. Though she showed no care for this, she secretly resented her sister. As Narcissa became of age to attend Hogwarts, Bella was already in her 4th year. She had an established reputation at the school, not the bully she would grow up to be quite yet, but she was known as one of those stuck-up purebloods, both liked and hated by Hogwarts staff. Liked, for her decent grades and her family's fine reputation. Hated, for her snide words and egotistical ways. Narcissa was a burden, a little tagalong girl who got in the way.

It wasn't until later that Bella had found a liking for this girl. She still resented her from taking what used to be hers away, but as Andromeda grew further away from them, hanging out with lesser people, there wasn't anyone else for Bella to turn to. Narcissa had matured, and had harbored everything she was taught by their parents instead of ignoring it like Andromeda. They became closer than they ever had been, though their differences set a wall which they could never seem to break

Fresh out of school, she was drawn to the death eaters. She had no desire to be a housewife any longer. She could do much more. She was capable of far more.

The Dark Lord used to be a very attractive man. It was no wonder why Bella was smitten with him from the start. He was smooth and handsome, yet powerful and cunning. He was the only person in the world with blood not exactly pure she could still admire. He had views and a goal she agreed with: the extermination of impure blood. The Dark Lord took a liking for the girl as well, but bid her to marry a pureblood, Rodolphus Lestrange, instead. Bella had no interest in Rodolphus at all, but she would always do exactly as her master would say. So she was to wed a respectable, pureblood man.

Years of servitude to The Dark Lord started to change her. She had no contact whatsoever with her family. She started to not tolerate, but despise the man she married. She started loosing her mind, bit by bit.

It was no secret among the death eaters that Bella was a complete slut by now. The only one who seemed completely unware of this fact was indeed her own husband. She slept with a large majority of the male death eaters, some once, some multiple times. Among her affairs, was one with a Thorfinn Rowle. It was a one-time deal, most certainly. But to her amazement, that one time was the one that got her pregnant.

Especially back then, it was a complete disgrace to be pregnant with someone's baby whom you're not married to, let alone to be unfaithful to your husband. Bellatrix covered her pregnancy up, claiming it was Rodolphus' baby, though she had no intention of keeping it. She alerted Thorfinn of the child, and arranged that he was to raise the child on his own. She told Rodolphus that she didn't wish to keep the child, and that she would put it up for adoption.

Bellatrix's only child, a girl she wanted nothing to do with, never wanting to even meet again. Children weren't her thing. She also had trouble imagining herself as a housewife to a man like Rodolphus, for some odd reason.

The night of Voldemort's downfall was the last straw in her mind. She desperately sought to find her master, including torturing two aurors for answers. She and her fellow death eaters were caught and imprizoned in Azkaban, with nothing to do but wait. Bella never lost hope that her master would come for her, she who was most faithful.

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YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME

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Name/Alias: Rith
Age: 18
Roleplay Experience: Six years off and on
How you heard about us: Advert on Caution 2.0
VoldyMoldy wants: --ADMIN EDIT--
Roleplay Sample:

"What the bloody hell do you think is going on?! The Dark Mark is looming above the Forbidden Forest and the Dark Lord just addressed us. So we thought we might as as well take a stroll around the castle. What the bloody hell do you think! We're trying to protect ourselves and our castle!" Inri stood there sheepishly as she turned her head to rest on Emilia. She took a moment to register her words before her gem-like eyes glared through her like two laser beams. Normally, Inri would have gone ahead and just jinxed the living daylight out of her, but finally she gained some self-control over herself and snapped out of it.

"We have bigger issues here than demanding answers from this girl." She smirked slightly. Alaya knew and she was defending her. She normally never let anyone do such a thing, but she just ignored it.

Then her master's voice came up again, in the same tone that sent shivers down her spine. "Come to join us have we Inri. I expect nothing more of you being that you do have tasks to complete for me. Do not think I have forgotten." Inri froze, completely still until her pale cheeks washed over with abnormal warmth. She swore under her breath, dropping her face into her hands and taking a moment to breathe before coming back up. He mentioned murdering Diem then, and her face continued to turn scarlet. Dante was the revengeful type, and she knew he had never let go of it.

She turned to look at the others again through a curtain of hair and backed up to the opposite wall, getting as far away from them as she could. She was no better than the rest of the cowardly death eaters at this point. But she was in deep now, she knew it for a fact. No escaping this. She would have to fight, and on the dark lord's side of course, as she had done last time. Her hand shook uneasily as she went for her wand and gripped the handle tightly. But then she got a better idea. Why run? Enjoy it while it lasts.

Instead, she let go of her own wand, but took out a different wand and held it out almost appreciatively. "Now, let's not leave everything in the past," she muttered, stepping closer again. She had changed her whole presence and stance, resorting back to her usual nature. She finally had the chance to be Inri Tunila. And she wouldn't let this chance pass her by. She pointed the wand at herself and waved it in a sweeping motion, nonverbally lifting the affects of the disguise she had hidden behind for months.

Inri ran her open hand through her own hair. Naturally sleek and straight, about a foot past her shoulders. She brought a lock into her line of sight. Surprisingly, it was black as night. She chuckled, and continued to close the space between them.

"Remember this?" She held the second wand up so the three of them could see it clearly. There was no exact reason why she kept it, other than being the owner's murderer. She didn't know why she taunted so, other than being herself again, but she knew she might be hitting a soft spot in Dante. Seeing his reaction was everything right now. Previously, she never got the chance to gloat.

"Everyone's wand is like a piece of them, almost like them in every way, shape, and form. As if their memory never leaves it. In this case, it's definitely true. I mean, look how filthy this thing is." Inri smiled devilishly. Provoking only made matters worse, but what was she really worried about? It was three against one. But that was why the dark lord wanted her in the first place. She was just too damn powerful. And maybe a little too much for her own good, but that's what gave her such incredible confidence.

Inri let go of Diem's wand, letting it clank against the stone floor and carelessly tredding over it. She then drew her own wand. Long and thin, black walnut. Basilisk skin for the core. Rare, yes, but somehow the wand chose Inri, while the core was best for dark magic.

She turned back around toward Diem's wand and pointed her own toward it. "Incendio." Flames flew out from the tip of her wand and caught Diem's on fire.

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[SHELBIE MALYN !]

Yayy!! I accept!
There's just one thing that you should be aware of with Bellatrix, the man who arrested her is the current Head Auror, Moses Calmer. Bellatrix is responsible for the death of his two old wives. Just to toss even more fun into it all.

But I'm incredibly excited to have her on here. I'm all giddy, and this is an amazing application also, I'm very impressed. <3

[LILLIAN !]

Lestranges always manage to instill fear deep into my heart xDD

This is pretty awesome!! I scceptethhh <3

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