Post by bella on Nov 19, 2008 21:35:10 GMT -5
bellatrix druella black
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Name/Alias: skittles
Age: 19
RP Experience: 3 years
How Did You Found Us: Proboards
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: probably on here everyday
Other Characters:none yet
||you say you know me [/font]
Character's Full Name: bellatrix druelle black
Nicknames: Bells, Bella, Bellabear[rodolphus only]
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Canon or Original: canon
House: slytherin
Birthday: december 3rd
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Blood Status: pureblood
||still you've got no clue [/font]
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Play By: Hanna Beth
Appearance:
She has a slender face, and one would say too pale of one. She's quite beautiful, carrying on the good side of the Black looks, and she has heavy laden eyelids, along with a thin mouth. Her eyes stand out in the crowd, beautiful and yet constantly mad and menacing, making you wonder what secrets she holds. The look is completed with dark blue orbs. Bella has a very defined jaw line and with one look at her you can tell she means business. Every curve of her face represents a different expression and a different mood. With the simplest tilt of her lips she can change from a smug tone to a full on sneer.
She has a natural air about her. Thin framed she often times seems to tower over another, though she is not a giant when it comes to height. Sleek black hair runs down her face, perfectly straight to a point unless by some chance she feels like dressing up. Just looking at her when she is upset makes you want to stay as far away as possible. Her arms are strong, not weak, and Bella likes to be very revealing with her school robes, even after she has been scolded for it. Despite first appearances the girl can stand her ground, and in a way she’s built like a tank, she’s meant to last. Whether she is standing or sitting down, she has a rigid and perfect posture, due to many years of training.
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Likes: parties, firewhiskey, quidditch, flirting, guys, rodolphus lestrange, severus snape
Dislike: mudbloods, gryffindorks, halfbreeds, halfbloods, guys who are terrible flirters, girly girls, being scared
Strengths:Potions, Flirting, Quidditch, DADA
Weaknesses: Rodolphus Lestrange, Guys, Arithmancy, Severus Snape
Boggart: Losing Everyone
Patronus: White Tiger
Personality:
If you think you know Bellatrix Black from meeting her once, you’re very wrong. She’s a complicated sort of thing and takes a long time to figure out. She takes strong delight in the pain of others, it has become one of her favorite pastimes. Her most specific interest has been in the Cruciatus curse. She firmly believes if you didn’t want to feel the pleasure of such pain, it wouldn’t have any affect on you. Starting out very young, Bella has been drawn to the dark arts. Not of course in protecting herself from it, but more of gaining knowledge to use it. She yearns to have knowledge. With knowledge you have skill, and with skill.....you have power. Manipulation is also something Bella has quite the knack for.
Loyalty comes surprisingly strong with her. She believes in loyalty, for without loyalty you can never climb the ladder towards the top. Just as well, you need supporters, followers in your cause. She will not hesitant to strike out severe punishment to anyone who betrays her trust. Wonderful at making speeches, she tends to talk a little too loudly for people during a normal conversation. The attention must always be on Bellatrix, for the good or the bad. She showers in it and in return, it is often given to her freely. Not one to back down, she’s stubborn and firm with her decisions. It is rather impossible to make Bella do anything she doesn’t want to. No one as of yet can make her obey a command. Choice is key in her life, along side keeping the family blood line pure.
One thing she simply can’t tolerate is muggle borns. She finds them despicable and below her. Now that Bellatrix is in her final year, she no longer listens to the threats of the officials in the school. Instead, if she is having a bad day, Bella will find muggle borns and torture and humiliate them. It is not uncommon to find her referring to them as mudbloods on a regular basis. Bella believes them to be even more disgusting then mere muggles. Though Bellatrix has much anger, she keeps it bottled up inside her until she needs it. Her anger usually comes out in cool stares and cruel remarks. The more she holds in the more she can pour out into her unforgivable curses, making it that much more entertaining. One of the few things she is devoted to is her family. She hopes that when she finally leaves Hogwarts, she will have something worthwhile to do; something that will change the world.
Her very worst subject would be Divination. As smart as the girl truly is, she lacks the patience and focus for the art, and therefore does terrible at it. Naturally, defense against the dark arts is her best class. She takes a disliking for ancient ruins, which she had the displeasure of taking during her third year. Bellatrix has jealousy, and it would be wise not to stand in her way. Forgiveness is not something Bella is blessed with.
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Father: Cygnus Black
Mother: Druella Rosier Black
Siblings: Narcissa and Andromeda Black
Other Family: Sirius and Regulas Black
History:
Born as the eldest in the family in 1951, people would tend to think that she was the most revered in the family. This however, was not so. To Bellatrix, it seemed that Narcissa was constantly getting all the attention from her parents. In return Bella made a special bond with her middle sister, Andromeda. Every family has their disputes, as did theirs. Bella believed firmly in the beliefs that her parents had, which was basically that pure bloods were the best, and anything else of any kind should be annihilated.
Their father had a bitterness and distaste for his brother-in-law, and in return it brought the same from Bella. Growing up in a country manor was not a bad life to say the least. They had nearly everything at their fingertips. Bellatrix was a pretty if not twisted girl, who belonged to a well known and wealthy family. She wasn’t close to either mother or father, though her mother was often home to watch over them. They just didn’t seem to get along.
Overall she was brought up to be a perfect image of what a Black should be: Pure blooded, devoted, loyal, quick witted, and sharp. Whether or not she was fully accepted by her mother didn’t matter to her. In fact, the girl could have cared less. Her powers grew quick and fast, and most often you would find her in the middle of a duel with another child twice her age. Being special was always a given. Being special and powerful, was her goal. Sometimes Bella would play tricks on her cousins for the fun of it. As very young children her cousins, sisters, and her were all rather close. Only their elders and upbringing tore them apart.
Her bond with her middle sister was immediately severed when she was placed in Ravenclaw house, which in Bellatrix’s opinion was defiled. She then turned to her other sister, and though they became much closer and more apart from the middle child, Bellatrix never had the same closeness with her as she had had with Andromeda. She has had a few suitors in her day, but none have completely satisfied her. As always, she keeps a watchful eye on Rodolphus Lestrange, a man from his own pure blood family. Though her interest in the Lestrange seems to be faltering has her attention seems to be on Severus Snape.
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RP Sample:
Cold hands ran over the top of a flower, threatening to bud in the dead of winter. Yani looked at it strangely. Why did it even bother? It would die, either by frostbite or because there were no bees to spread its pollen. What hope did it have anymore? Death. It was always following her. Yet her she was, standing in nothing but a pale silk dress, feet up in snow, looking at something that wanted life. It wasn't her decision to take that away from it, it still had a chance.......right?
Her dark and startling eyes turned away finally, and looked out onto the valley below. Yani wasn't up here for the same reason that most teenagers were, the young lovebirds that came to the secluded spot. She wanted silence, not so many people surrounding her like back at the school. Frost and snow sprayed her jet black hair, when she breathed out the cool morning air you could see it. Yani sat herself in the snow, it came up around her bare legs to form a kind of numbness.
Being a death elemental surely had its advantages, but the girl couldn’t see it. After years of being locked up and caged like an animal, all she wanted was out. Away from the unordinary life before it took over her. Yani wanted to see her father again, her friends; anything that would remind her that she was still alive. Slowly and with a death like lure, her thin hand swept out over the flower, clutching it in her grasp. As unexpectedly as it had grown through the packed snow towards the sun, raising its self up to the sky, it now cringed. Curling its self up underneath her small fingers, and starting from the stem, black enclosed upon it, taking the once lovely flower and turning it into something else completely.
Once she had let go, the flower fell to the ground as smoothly as a feather, but as fast as lead. She sighed, that was all she would ever be able to do. The only thing she wanted she wanted to have, the only thing out of her grasp just like the sun for the flower, was life. Oh to be the giver of life.
