BLACK. bellatrix estelle

[molly]

• BELLATRIX ESTELLE BLACK •
She said,
'There aint no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good.'

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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, Bellatrix Estelle Black
1990's or 1970's? 1970's
nicknames, Bella, Bell
age, Seventeen years old
birthday, The Sixth Novemember
year, Seventh Year
house, Slytherin
blood status, Pureblood
wand, 13 and a half inches, Dragonheart string, Walnut
broom, N/A

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, Black
eye color, Brown
height, five foot and six inches
weight, one-hundred and fifteen pounds
general appearance Bellatrix Black is one of the most narcassict people you will ever meet. She's selfish and vain and only looks up to herself, as her own superior despite her flaws. Nothing seems to throw down her confidence nowere days. She views herself, aswell as the sister, the only sister, she respects as the defination of perfection. She has no problem useing her looks to get what she wants.

Shes an extremely bonnie girl, and some say she has plenty a reason to be. Her thick black locks surrounded her face in an odd cut, but suites her just fine. Its seen straight on some occasions, when Bella can be bothered with her tangled mess of a birds nest. She struggles to get a brush through it sometimes, and competes with it to make it look half way decent. Pulling it off is a struggle, but its one that Bella will take. Even with magic, its often difficult for her wand to ever cope. Her face is heartshaped and thin, with high cheekbones that stand out aswell as sharp facial features - covered by a pale complexion. Her skin is soft but deadly white, which is strange seeing as both her sisters have a lovely coloured tone compared to her. It is believed that she is to take after her father when it comes down to buisness. Her plump and pink lips stand out against her color and black hair and can be seen as almost out of place or to fit her perfectly, that is up to you to decided. But it is her eyes that stand out of all things, just like what normal people notice first about a person - its the same way with our Bella. Large, brown and covered in a thick layer of lashes to hide all the emotions she keeps locked away from the world. She believes they are her best feature of all things and always uses them for seductive, selfish and personal reasons.

As for her attire, lace and leather and nothing else. She keeps herself strictly to them two materials, abit of satin or silk in there now and then. Perhaps for special occasions or simply when Bellatrix feel's like wearing such things. Dark colours, including black, green, red and grey are her favourit. On her feet, its most likely to be a pair of killer high heels to make sure she towers above most, unless in Hogwarts of course. A pair of brogues would be enough to complete her look. She hardly ever obeys the regulations of keeping her uniform prisk and perfect. Her green tie is often loose and slacking, skirt too short and shirt hanging out. Robes are pratically never worn unless required, Bella walks the corridoors with confidence and a powerful stride, making herself noticable and feeding off the attention of others.

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes,
+ chocolates
+ trinkets
+ silver
+ firewhiskey
+ duelling
+ having power
+ competition
+ night time
+ herself, of course
+ apples

dislikes,
- muggles
- muggleborns
- technology
- not getting her way
- authority
- rules
- idiots
- things taking time
- loosing
- insects

strengths,
+ honest to the point of bluntness
+ confident
+ charming
+ sarcastic
+ empathy

weaknesses,
- impaticent
- easy to anger
- a little too curious
- word before thoughts
- dosen't pay attention

worst fear, She fears one thing, and one thing only. Failing. Failing in everything. Weather it be life, an exam or even to impress somebody. Bellatrix's biggest fear is falling apart.

boggart, Her worst memory's are from the time when she was a scared little girl in a big world. She's afraid of becoming like that once more, were she was bossed about and told what to do. Too afraid to stand up for herself. She was bullied by her cousins, parents and the few pureblooded friends she had that now beg at her feet.

amortenia, Bella simply adores the smell of freshly brewed firewhiskey, and not just any. No, it has to be without a doubt from the three broom sticks. Any other way and Bella won't drink it, its as simply as that.

sexuality, straight, single and probley not intrested in you.

overall personality, All of them were different to one another, in many ways. Cissy was the one who craved attention, power and dominace over anybody she could twist her way into. Andi was kind, caring and gave in too easily no matter how much the family tried to rough and tough her up abit more for the difficult times Hogwarts would bring, but it didn't work. And then, there was Bella. Little, possesed and curious Bella. The eldest girl with thick black locks that surrounded her pale and pretty face. She was an extremely delicate whilest growing up. The slighest thing seemed to bother her, she'd constantly sit there and fidget and always seemed to be sort of dazed no matter where she went. Bella hardly played with toys, no no Bella's intrests were silly little things like watches, keys and bottles. They could keep her busy, occupying her time for hours on end. Both Druella and Gygnus often wondered why, and normally would lock her up in the nursey room with only toys and no trinkets for her to mess about with, but that made Bella unhappy. And so, she would sit there, not moving an inch and stared at the door until somebody came to get her from the so called child prison. She was quiet, small and fragile and was often scared to take a risk when it came to, well, anything at all really. Her parents were extremely worried at that point, often thinking that precious little Bella would end up in Hufflepuff, or something dirastic like so. But they were wrong, extremely wrong.

When Bella learn't about her use of magic, everything changed like a snap of fingers. The powerhungry and wicked side buried deeply within her seemed to escape from the child. She became intimadating, demanding and cruel in some cases. Her selfish auror caused most, even her own mother, to be scared of her at some times. Bella didn't seem to care anymore, everything seemed more light to her. Gygnus was more than happy with his daughters new persona but Druella wasn't. It's true that she always wanted her daughter to be confident and intelligent, but this was too much for her to cope with. Bella would go around the large Black Manor with pride in her strides, just because she could. It was a plain fact and she knew that no matter what happend, she would make the decisions now. The parent's authority figures had seemed to drop down, aswel as the respect she used to have for them too. The rebellious side, along with determination to get what she wanted was coming out. Many a time had she tricked her family into giving her what she wanted and when she attend Hogwarts, things only started to get worse.

She gained many followers, mostly and almost all Slytherins. A few Ravenclaws in there to maybe, but she wouldn't allow Hufflepuffs. Ew, gross not at all. She recalled a time, during her third year when a one of those weak puff balls tried to actually talk to her, must of been either foolish or brave. 'I eat your kind for breakfast. Bella spat with ignorance. Her ego had definatly gotten the better of her, she looked down at her nose to everyone and muggleborns were nothing but a toy or a simple amusement to her. Bellatrix Black was a famous name and one that people cowered at. She's wicked, calculating and cruel. Now in her last year, will Bella rule the school or will she come crashing back to reality?

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother & family, Druella Rosier
father &family, Gygnus Black
siblings, Narcassisa Black, Fifteen, Slytherin
Andromeda Black, Sixteen, Ravenclaw
overall history, The Black Family have always been, since the day a simple muggle became a wizard, respected. Weather it be their powerful magic or the simple egotastical and powerhungry blood that runs through the vains of each member. The now pureblooded family are almost all the same, shunning anybody whom would dare go against what they believed was right. Anicent, noble and famous. The house of Black have had generations of Slytherins throughout time with the traits that they all carry. Whom would dare defy them?

Bella's father was obviously the one who was from the Black family. Cygnus Black. He was the youngest son to Pollux Black and Irma Crabbe, aswell as brother to Walburga Black. Brought up the harder way, much like the ones before him in the Black House, he suffered deeply during his childhood. Nor his mother or father took much notice in him or his brother whilest growing up. They were taken care of by a half-blooded witch, their 'nanny' so it seems called Petrova. She was kind and sweet, caring of both the boys and made sure she did what she could to make their lives furfilling and enjoyable whilest she could. Petrova was only young, a former Ravenclaw too, but something happend which managed to scar Cygnus for life. When Walburga had left for his first year at Hogwarts, in Slytherin, Petrova ended up engaged. He congratulated her, happy for the woman who had took care of him for so long, but the story dosen't end there. Curiousty creeped over Pollux, his father and also his mother. They were intrested to learn more about the secret lover she had seemed to keep from the Black's for so long, suprisingly she managed for quiet awhile. After much interigation, they learnt that she was to be married to a muggleborn wizard. Furious and disguisted, without a second thought to the situation, Pollux had his wand draw. Cygnus watched in horror as a flash of green, almost blinded light appeared from the stick. Petrova was shot backwards and was instantly dead with the power of the killing curse. This is the thought of which lingers in Cygnus's mind to this day and haunts him in one way or another, its what made him who he is. The death of the women who was more to a mother than Irma could ever be, the death he witness, was something he would never be able to forget.

Druella, or Ella Rosier was the fifth generation of pureblood in her family, along with her three brothers, Klaus, Stefan and Frenick. She of course was the youngest out of the four Rosier sibilings. And lets just say life wasn't easy with three over protective brothers dominating your life, trying to keep you safe. Even if a fly landed on her skin, they would be their with in an instant. Her childhood was much more different from Cygnus's. Hers was much less cruel, and in the Rosier Manor she was treated like a princess by everyone. They made sure she got everything she ever wanted, and lets just say it was for their own sake. You see, Ella wasn't like most children. She had a temper on her, and would throw a tantrum at every single chance she got to do so. It wasn't a pretty site either. Countless of times, she would break, smash and complete cause havoc in the house. Disturbing both her loving mother and hard working father, aswell as the house-elves whom failed to keep the situations under control. The only way she could be calmed is when she was wrapped in her mothers arms, complete with a goblet of pumpkin juice in her lap. Odd, to say the least but whatever made this demanding child feel comfortable, mummy and daddy would do just that. At the age of nine, Ella had another tantrum. But this one was unexpected, well, it probley wasn't but none the less, nobody realized what was going to happen. They all simply thought it was one of those days were she lost her temper and hell broke loose. However, it was much much worse. Most wizards and witches know, that the signs of ones magical ability come between the ages 7-10 and this little devil showed her first signs when she ws nine. After not reciving what she wanted on Christmas morning, a furious Ella set the large and grand christmas tree, which was decorated in magical floating golden tinsle, on fire. Both her mother and father had mixed emotions. For, they could not tell if they were happy or angry about the whole situation. After all, if your daughter blew up the festive center of attenion, what would you say?

The Rosiers and Black's had been friends for a while, one of the closest pureblooded familys to know each other. Attending balls with one another was pratically a must on everyones list. And it was only natural, that the two youngest children of both familys were to be wedded. This of course consisted on Druella and Gygnus. Yes, the marriage was of course arranged and nobody would have it any other way. Of course, it was a fairytale wedding, apart from the feeling of mutal love between one person and another. No, you see neither knew each other, nor saw each other before the grand and marvelous wedding. Ella, aged 21 at the time whilest Gygnus was 26, the two had breif meetings at school from both being in Slytherin. However taking that matter away, it was nothing more than another respectable, pureblood loyalty to one another. So it was, three years later, Druella gave birth to their first child.

Bellatrix Estelle Black.

She was born in early November. The cold and winter month. Her father was extremely dissapointed. The poor guy was praying to Merlin for a young little boy to be his heir and carry on the Black name from his side of the family. But Bella was the first born, a little lovely bubbly baby girl, full of joy and happiness. Little did Ella or Gygnus know what great things would come from this young child. Extremely great things, ones that would change the fabric of history of the Wizarding World forever.

Bellatrix was the eldest sister of both Narcissa and Andromeda Black. Both Bella and Sissy had been the closest through childhood, and Bella later learnt exactly why. Andromeda, when born, recived all of the attention which had been directed on herself until her younger sister was born. Disgusted and envious, Bella decided to show nothing but disrespect and hatred to her little baby sister. To her, she was nothing but somebody in the way. Someone who needed to be punished for such sort. Growing up, the eldest sister made life hell. She toyed and played with Andromeda's brain. Playing mind games whenever she could. Even as a child she had always been gifted in such an intresting and playful activity. Bella both emotionally and physically hurt the middle child of the family in anyway she possibly could. Of course, she was never punished for it. You see, what some struggle to understand is how Andromeda became how she is today in her sixith her of Hogwarts. But thats a different story, for a different time. Until Andi's true colours came out, all girls were treated the same (except by one another). They were spoilt rotten, pleased in everyway possible and made sure they set an excellent example of what a pureblooded child should be/look/act. Druella was an excellent mother, treating her little princesses with all sorts of gifts and treats, whilest Gygnus was much different. Ella blamed it on the way he was brought up, as did alot of people but he never really took much intrest in his daughters. He always said 'perhaps if they were lads, i would be the smallest bit intrested.' He didn't pay attention nor talk to them much, the only time he did was if it was extremely important. So it was, that none of them really ever got to know Daddy dearest before he passed on to the next life.

Bella was of course older than her sisters, so she was the first to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It wasn't exactly impressive to her, nothing more than a meer castle with bright lights. To her, it was nothing compared to the Black Manor in the Essex's county. Of course, there was no doubt that Bella would end up in the famous house created by Salazar Slytherin himself, a great man in her own views. Bella went on to become the intimadating and wicked girl who stalked the corridoors praying on muggleborns like her pray. Now in her seventh, last and final year, what will the future hold for Bellatrix Estelle Black?

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, molly!
gender, female
age, seventeen
method of contact, just pm, if you are that despreat to contact me, my email is [e-mail]
other characters, currently none
experience, about 3 or 4 years now, haha lost count!
how you found us, add on IN THE END
roleplay sample. Bella sat perfectly still, barely moving when she breathed. Her arms where folded and her back was pressed against the comfort of the green cushion behind her. She was resting upon the Slytherin couch, just like her mother and father most probley had, watching the fire infront of her flicker wildy before her eyes with an amused look on her face. How she wished that the fire was part of the floo network instead of being a simple old boring muggle like fire place. Muggles. Bella shuddered in disguist. She hated them with extremely reasons, disguisted by what they where, there plain and boringness was something she found odd and wrong. But there was nothing she could do about it was there? Well, not right now anyway. It somethings made her wondered, how is it that some of the selected few managed to get into the Slytherin household. It was so wrong, on so many levels. She sighed in annoyance. The low ceilings seemed even lower on a night, and being underground didn't help either. There was never any light from the sun of course but it was much darker than normal. The grand room was somewhat eerie and perhaps creepy when the moon hung high. It wasn't busy with typical cocky students like normal that hung about around the relaxation area, but maybe that was a good thing. After all, Bella liked her alone time. Sometimes anyway. It wasn't constantly that she wanted to be followed around by students that seemed like lost puppys with nowhere else to go. They either respected her or feared her, and they had reasons to. It was an intense moment to say the least as she stared back at the only light in the Slytherin common room, she seemed to be having a staring competition with it. It was the early hours of the morning, from her calculations of the stars (yes, suprised? Bella does pay attention in Astronomy), it was about 4 AM. Yet again, the pureblood witch could not sleep in her dorm with the four others who were much like her. But the thought that clouded her mind was why insomnia seemed to have taken over her body. For the past four nights, she had done this. Woken up, tried to sleep, couldnt, went down stairs. It was becoming a routine, something Bellatrix was sure she wouldn't like if it continued. There was no need for sleep, but Bella did like a little bit of time with the cousin of death.


With that thought, she decided to see if the school nurse would have anything for her, you know, to help her sleep? Well, Bella thought she would have. It was a suprise to herself that she hadn't thought of that before, how silly. Keeping that thought to herself, she stood up whiping the invisable dust that lay on her night clothes off her. Making sure she was pristine clean and ready, Bella made her way through a small tunnel which seemed to lead to a dead end. But it was a different dead end, not some stupid brick wall."Quid Agis." Her voice was flat, tired and dry showing little emotion at all. It was at times like this Bella wondered what a muggle would say if they say somebody talking to a wall. Probley laugh and call them stupid. But in the wonderful wizarding world that was kept secret from half of the nation, it was a normal and day to day thing that reacurred regularly. She like many others where so used to it, they would never thing twice about how odd it was, because to them it wasn't.


The dungeon corridoors that were empty was no suprise her, she suspected it. Perhaps a few stray pupils being game, foolish or rebellious but other than that, from what Bella could sense, there was nobody around. Almost everyone was asleep at this time, apart from the prefects of course who patrolled at night trying to catch someone, anyone so they could get a special reward from their head of house. What a load of rubbish. There was too many anicent passage ways that the students knew, the cunning ones that is, to avoid the authoritys. But she knew these anicent passages too much to get caught by any authority figure, even when not using a secret entrance. No, Bellatrix was one who was gifted in the art of stealth, a trait she has learnt over the years and has almost perfected it. Her wand lit up with the command of Lumos, and she lifted it up in mid air slightly as a guide to see where abouts she was wondering. Bump. On that sound, she flung herself round, pointing her walnut stick in the direction of the small and almost unhearable noise. If it wasn't the dead of night, and students had been hustling and bustling around, nobody would of even heard the small tap. But silence was deafening in these times. Narrowing her eyes asif it would make something appear; even though she hoped it wouldn't. But as predicted nothing did. Bella sighed dramaticly, rolling her eyes. After all it was probley just her silly imgaination, she couldn't let anybody she her afraid after all. She would loose all of her respect and reputation along with whatever else she treasured. A small laugh escaped her lips, along with a smirk on her lips, she turned around before coming face to face with another student...

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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