BLACK, Bellatrix Andora

[Bellatrix Andora Black]

BELLATRIX|ANDORA|BLACK

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Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall

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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 Andora Black
Nickname: Bells
Age/Birthday: 15th May 1960
Gender: female
Orientation: straight,
Blood Status: pure
Affiliation: neutral
Year/House: slytherin seventh
Wand: 11inch maple dragon heartstring

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TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND

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Eyes: hazel
Hair: long dark brown curly
Height: 65inches
Weight: 115lbs
Distinguishing Features(if any): n/a
Play-by: ashley greene

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

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Erised: bellatrix's greatest desire would be to fall in love with the right person. Throughout her life she has always made the wrong choices and she at least wants her love life to be the perfect one. A big white wedding and all.
Patronus: Her patronus is a cat because of her stealthy actions. Her best memory would be making her mother proud by being sorted into slytherin.
Boggart: Bellatrix's greatest fear is being forgotten. She trys to please her family so she wont be removed from the family line, she always wanted to be the lime light girl but being ignored is not something she can tolerate.
Dementor: Her worst memory would have to be almost drowning in the black lake. She doesn't really remember much other than she could have died in the murky water. The inability to breathe comes with it.
Amortentia:
+ roses!
+ chocolate!
+ lavender

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

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Likes:
+ attention
+ love
+ family
+ respect
+ loyalty
+ destruction
+ alcohol
+ romance
Dislikes:
- being ignored
- being betrayed
- lies
- hurt
- being put down
- hangovers
- being an embarressment
Strengths:
+ defence against the dark arts
+ her charm
+ revenge
Weaknesses
- love, she's hopeless for it
- being faithful
- potions
Overall Personality:

Bellatrix Black would be refered too as the girl who wants to prove she is worthy in her family. Ever since she was little her mother always tested her. Especially loyalty of sorts. She had always been compared to others, leaving Bellatrix a rather jealous girl if someone stole her spotlight. She was never one to enjoy being cruel. The eldest of her two sisters she was cruel to be kind. She didn't want them falling out of line. Doing something stupid and bringing shame on the family. In her family, she has always been compared to her relatives. Because of this - and the fact that she rarely lives up to her father's expectations of her - she has developed an inferiority complex of sorts. She was never good enough to please her father like her youngest sister did - always too hesitant. Her family has always expected too much of Bella since she was the eldest, and because of this, she has become rather short tempered when someone put her down.

Bellatrix could be known as rather merciful. A weakness in her parents eyes, and she was always known to be a daydreamer. Of course her personality was subject to change, but that was only if she was pulled in the wrong direction. She had always been niave and slightly gullable. Trouble always being attracted to her and yet she still allows herself to be easy prey on others. Her mind always unprotected especially when she looses her temper. The smallest things can send this girl off edged. There is of course her slytherin personality. Not getting what she wants is something that goes unappreciated and when jealousy gets its way, she can be a ticking time bomb.

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

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Family:
CYGNUS BLACK - father
DRUELLA BLACK - mother
ANDROMEDA BLACK - sister
NARCISSA BLACK- sister

Pets:
Owl called Alfie
Cat called Drake
Residence: Lestrange manor?
History:

It comes as no surprise, that the marriage of Cygnus Black and Druella Rosier was an arranged one, having been brought together by a betrothal drawn up at Druella’s birth. It would be ridiculous to assume that they were ever in love, or even happy together, if you saw them together, interacting as they always did. Whilst Cygnus Black was a fairly debonair and suave character, one of charm and few words, Druella Rosier was nothing of the sort. Almost an alcoholic at a young age and, even with what one could assume as good breeding, she was classless for the most part, though given the chance she could shine up quite well and almost have a faux sense of sophistication about her. The same as most pureblood matches, Cygnus and Druella were to be married for one simple reason – to carry on the line of wizards that their family produced and, preferably, to have a male to carry on the family name for generations to come. It was a seemingly simple task for the two of them to procreate and produce a male Black for the grandparents to dote upon dramatically, but it was the one thing that the two of them failed at completely. It was no secret that Druella did not love Cygnus – the closest thing she felt was, on occasions, lust – and that Cygnus truly abhorred Druella, for both her crassness and warped views on the world. She thought of him as troubled and brooding, but was oblivious enough to leave him be with his business and do as a proper pureblood wife should do – reproduce. Of course, they got married fairly quickly, with a lavish ceremony that could have brought a tear to a glass eye at times, but that neither of them appreciated and was almost cold and detached, for the vows at least. It had been the society wedding of that year, even with the participants as reluctant as they were, and Druella (who takes every victory she can and emphasises it dramatically) still thinks it a great achievement, something she likes to boast about at cocktail parties when a few too many mojitos have slid down her throat.
Cygnus and Druella’s first attempt at having a son was a rather botched and rushed event. Druella got pregnant as soon as was possible, her nine months of pregnancy seen as more of a burden and punishment than the joyous occasion it should have been, and the first Black child was born not short of ten months after their wedding. It was naturally assumed, of course, that two people as fine and prosperous as the two of them would conceive a male child at their first attempt and, perhaps if Druella desired it so, they could then have another, no matter the sex, simply for the sake of having a second child. Being a branch of the Black family, it was always quite possible for things to go very wrong – which they did, three times, but that wasn’t for Cygnus and Druella to know at the time. Their first child, whom they named Bellatrix, was a completely healthy and beautiful baby girl with the looks of the Black family already apparent in her young face. At this early stage in her life, it was almost possibly to call Bellatrix ‘sweet’ as the cunning, warped and sadistic Death Eater that Bellatrix would readily become was not yet known to the family. Druella, upon meeting her first born child could only weep at the humiliation she would have to deal with – a girl! – and at how angry Cygnus would be with her. After pleading with Cygnus, hoping to have the chance to prove herself as a good wife once and for all, and after another four years, Druella got pregnant again in a vain attempt to give birth to a son for her husband. For the second time, pregnancy was not an enjoyable experience for Druella as mixers at lunch were off limits, as were the cocktails she so favoured. After another bout of labour, the second being marginally less painful than it had been with Bellatrix, Druella Rosier gave birth to yet another daughter, whom Cygnus named Andromeda before leaving the room, his mind full of contempt for his wife. It seemed unlikely, after two children, that he should ever get the son he needed yet once again his wife insisted that they try again. Druella was grasping at loose threads, and even she knew it, but was unable to comprehend that just perhaps, she might not be able to give birth to a son. Yet again, Druella insisted on getting pregnant once Andromeda had turned one and thought that perhaps this time would be different. With a less pessimistic attitude than she had with her other two children, she settled into another pregnancy fairly easily – but still missing her alcohol quite dreadfully. Nine months passed and – as you know – Druella gave birth to another daughter, this time one with pale blonde locks and soft blue eyes. Without naming this third child, Cygnus walked out of the room – angry at his wife, yet also confused as to how his new daughter had gotten such blonde hair; Druella couldn’t have cheated on him, could she? It was after this point that Cygnus became resolute in not having anymore children and fixated on damning his wife every day – even his sister Walburga had given birth to her first son, Sirius, only a year after the birth of his last daughter.

It was on the fifteenth of may that Bellatrix Adora Balck was born to Cygnus Black and Druella Rosier, though she was quite nameless for around a week. It was due to the fact that Druella insisted Cygnus name his children, yet he hadn’t been speaking to her as she had been such a disappointment in so many ways. As innocent and perfect as she looked, Bellatrix had a hell of a pair of lungs on her. It was not until she turned nine days old that she was finally given a name – Bellatrix for her beautiful looks that her father assumed might turn to vanity one day and Adora after one of her great-aunts, who was quite partial to Bellatrix from that point on. It goes without saying really, that Bella remembers hardly anything of her toddler years. She heard that she was a rather subdued child, who only got set off properly if she was completely upset, and it was usually one of her sisters who upset her. She was quite the pretty little infant, dressed up in the cutest gossamer gowns and dresses before she could walk and with her angelic features, Bellatrix could charm the socks off of anyone before she turned two. Her mother, Druella, seemed to favour her youngest daughter rather than her first born, treating her with more care and attention than she did the other two. Narcissa was to be the seemingly ‘perfect’ child – which her mother had obviously decided for her – the one who would marry well, make her parents proud and succeed in the area that Druella failed so miserably in; having a son for her future husband. At a young age, Bellatrix did not see her father all too often. He was usually busy with business, out to do with something about business or cooped up in his study, avoiding his wife like the plague (though Bella didn’t realise this at that point). As much as they doted upon her at that time, Bellatrix could find no faults with her parents at a young age, believing that this was how parents were supposed to act and that hers were the best anyone could have. She was almost endearing in her naivety at times, one might say.

By any standards, Bellatrix received the most luxurious and carefree of childhoods, for the most part. Although Narcissa was spoilt rotten practically from the day she came out of her mother’s womb and such things may have turned her into a rather conceited woman, but she wouldn’t be the same Narcissa Black without that trait. As per tradition, Bellatrix was given an extensive education in all areas from a young age, simply to boast at how smart and well-learned she was before she attended Hogwarts. From such tutoring sessions, Bella learnt French, Latin, how to play the piano and things such as social etiquette and manners, as well as the basics that all must learn such as literacy and numeracy. Her etiquette lessons seemed to be more extensive than what her sisters got, and for that she was always jealous of them as they got a reprieve from their mother when she didn’t. Though she is immensely grateful for these lessons now, knowing how to manoeuvre like a lady in all types of social repertoires. As Bella had two sisters, and two cousins that were always visiting, this meant that the Black household was a rather noisy and rambunctious place to be. There was almost never a dull moment to be had, and though Bellatrix was forced to be more docile and stay out of many of the rough and tumble games that would go on, the Black children were never short of something to do. Bella remembers many occasions, such as when she once forced Regulus to partake in a tea party and dress up like she was and, at another time, once when she and Andromeda found a frog and then set it loose in the parlour, scaring their mother quite dreadfully. Bella’s childhood was not one completely devoid of pureblood rules, however, along with her general education, Bellatrix was also almost indoctrinated by her mother. The beliefs of pureblood supremacy and of how muggles were almost lower than dirt were drilled into her, along with morals and ideals as set in stone as they had been for generations. The words ‘mudblood’ and ‘blood-traitor’ were brought into her vocabulary and, though she did not understand at the beginning, had prejudices ingrained into her enough so that her transition to Hogwarts went along accordingly. Tom Riddle was a name mentioned only a few times to Bellatrx, who at that time had only banded together a group of like minded individuals and had not yet set out on his quest for blood purity, and since her mother held him in such high esteem, Bella believed him to be a rather likeable person, considering she had not heard of his other deeds. It was at around this time that Bella’s naïve outlook on life started to fall away and she became wary of different things. She noticed the sharp smell of alcohol and cigarettes around her mother’s favourite haunt and the differences between Narcissa and Andromeda became so startlingly clear to her – she almost felt an imbecile for not noticing those things before. She carried on nevertheless, always striving to be just what her mother wanted her to be, for her mother knew best, didn’t she?

Upon arriving at the Hogwarts she had a reputation that proceeded her even as an eleven year old, Bella was quite recognisable in the school, already with connections that most wouldn’t get throughout their seven years, let alone in their first. Her angelic and pure looks did nothing but add to the recognition she got as soon as she stepped in the castle – many could not believe a Black could be so fair, yet Bella managed to prove them quite wrong. As was expected, after the Sorting Hat had sat atop her head for a few moments, it bellowed out ‘Slytherin’ and Bella rushed to join house. Her first experiences of the school were, to make a terrible pun, magical. She could scarcely believe the things she was capable of with her wand and some of the many unique things she saw have not been recreated to this day. She had been around magic her whole life, of course, but seeing it performed by others and performing it herself were two entirely different concepts. By her second year, Bella had formed her own little troupe of friends in her year and house, whom, though she liked them well enough for the most part, could be almost irritating at times. It was then she realised exactly how easy it was to use people for what she wanted or needed, being nice or sweet was not something that she had to be at all times, though her own skills at manipulation did not fully blossom until she got older. The days of her earlier years were filled with homework, classes and rushed meals in the halls – all very boring and rule abiding, as her sisters were sure to keep her right for the most part. They didn’t want her to give the Black family a bad name, after all. Though their protectiveness of her was lessened as she got older, often she would catch them watching her throughout the course of a day, if only to see if she was keeping out of trouble. Which she did do, quite miraculously, up until her sisters graduated, that is. Being left to her own devices was an entirely new concept for Bella, as she was able to decide who she kept company with, where she went and what rules she should abide by – it was a new experience, but one which Bella appreciated to the utmost.


By the time Bella entered her fifth year at Hogwarts, things had completely changed. It had been quite the shock, to have Sirius sorted into Gryffindor and not to a house more suited to a Black and while she was quite upset at not having him in her own house, she got over it a great deal quicker than the rest of her family did. It wasn’t Sirius who chose his house, so why ever could she hold him accountable for it? As she was getting older and wiser, as they say, Bella began to let her hair down a tad more than she had when the watchful eyes of her cousins were still around the school. Parties, spontaneous visits to closets with random males, making lesser girls’ lives hell for the sake of it, lording over what she could – it was all part of who she became. The once sweet and simple beauty of a little girl became an entrancing and powerful tool to play to manipulate others, her maturity making her seem all the more desirable to the opposite sex. She was classy about her shenanigans, of course, and was nothing but a lady for the most part, who attempted to get good grades and keep her Prefect badge, but once a certain amount of alcohol passed through her system, there was no telling what she’d get herself into. As things got more serious, when exams were encroaching upon her, Bella was nothing short of perfect, as she always loved to prove herself as more intelligent than people assumed her to be. There was nothing better than beating a rather snobby Ravenclaw at Charms – the looks on their faces were truly priceless at times. However much trouble she managed to get herself into, Bella was always aware of when she should straighten up and fly right, meaning that she never came close to be expelled or something just as terrible as that; her father would have killed her if such a thing had happened!

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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: Tilly
Age: 16
Roleplay Experience: a year D:
How you heard about us: Beautiful Lies, post potter site.
Code Phrase: REPO Snape
Roleplay Sample:

The night time was the best time for the young Lestrange that currently was sweeping through the darkness. What else better to do than party the night away? Well... there was killing....sleeping with some girl.... getting high.... but he could do all that in a club if he really wanted to. Sure he wasn't as insane as his mother but surely he would take after her in some form or another. He was more like his mother than his father, his father wasn't as.... much as a guidance mentor as his mother. Bellatrix did everything for mr Caleb Lestrange, as if she treated her own son like the upcoming dark lord. Good for her, because one day he'd steal the throne from the silly bitch. If she wanted to raise evil then she would surely know he would create his own evil doings one day. Unless that is what she had planned - that would mean the better for her. He smirked at how faithful he was, and wondered how she would react when her own son, her pride and joy turned on her. It was karma biting her in the ass for sure, although he dreaded what karma would wait for him.

He would cross that bridge when he came to it for sure, for now he was still young and free, practically eighteen meaning under the eyes of the law he was an adult, his final year being at hogwarts. He would soon be released into the real world, oh and he couldn't wait for the fun to begin when that happened. Tonight he knew where he would spend it, perhaps pick up some slut and sleep with her in the nearest hotel or something. Perhaps even few hogwarts students would be in there. The newest club on the streets just happened to be a strip club, an expensive one at that. It only excited the young boy all the more at the thought. Women dancing in their underwear, it was like any boys dream, or at least mans dream. At least then he could take his pick on whom he got to seduce. He was well known for tricking girls into bed with him. It was only the other night Skylar had fallen for him. Women were objects to him, and thats how he treated them. Although once they were claimed his, he did treat them like an award.

Sure he could have apparated, but he really couldn't be arsed with the effort. He'd skipped the day off school to visit his mother, who had of course offered him a plan he simply couldn't resist. An attack at the valentines ball, who would have thought it? Sometimes he could admire his mother being insane, other times not so much. There was still the question of whether he knew what she had been up too shortly after he was born, and the answer was yes. Originally he wasn't meant to know, but his trust had been earned and he learned of just who was who. Calista being some abercrombie, his own sister that he had learned to in soppy words 'love' turned out to be lily potter, and various other childhood friends he had made turned out to be someone they really were not. It was clever how it had all played out. He admired it.

He didn't even get ID'd on his way in, he was what they called 'the usual' who needed school and little poncy teenage girls when you could sit back with some girl grinding on your balls? He'd never swap his life, it was far too amusing too loose. HE took a seat quite close by the door, a few fellow death eaters already in having the good time. He went and joined them a fair few shots in hand. All he needed was to take his pick and decided to whom he was going to spend the remainder of the night with. That was when he spotted her, and sly little grin prowling his face. Carina Warrington, a girl... who had managed to steal an odd few feelings. Would he admit it? Of course not, he was no fool, she could be dangerous if she caught him out. The second she walked in her wondered what she was up too. His eyes following her to the seat she took.

After swallowing a final show he decided to go find out. Curiousity killed the cat but could it kill the upcoming dark lord? Of course not, he practically thought of himself as invincible. Gesturing off his fellow death eater friends he pushed his way through approaching from the behind of Carina. "surely a saucy girl like you wouldn't be caught in a place like this" he spoke close to her ear before eventually jumping over the seat to sit beside her. "so carina, what will it be, drinks are on me" he smirked calling a waitress over and awaiting a comment back.

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