BLACK, Bellatrix Calypso, finished

no need to panic ...
Bellatrix! has arrived

"Most people put up a front so the world won't see how vulnerable they are. Me, I put up a front so the world won't see how vulnerable I'm not."

f u l l name;; Bellatrix Calypso Black
n i c knames;; Bella, to a select few
a g e;; 25
b i r t h date;; December 26th
g e n d e r;; Female
w a n d;; 11 inches, chimaera scale, rosewood

a l l iance;; Death Eater
b l o o d status;; "Pure, naturally."
f o r m e r house;; “Slytherin, naturally, with the exception of an unsightly blemish, the entire family has belonged to Slytherin since its start. I was the epitome of what a Slytherin should be: cunning, cruel, condescending, sadistic, and just a bit of a bitch. I still remember that the Sorting Hat remarked that I was too much to handle and I remember smiling like a lunatic when it said that.”
f i n ancial status;; Wealthy
o c c upation;; Murder and mayhem

with all the people we need to love and hate
everybody makes the same mistakes

h a i r color && style;; “Each of us has a qualm tremendously wrong with her hair. Narcissa’s blonde, whereas no one in the family has been blonde for decades. Andromeda insisted on keeping hers otherwise lush brown and curly hair cut short for the majority of her life. And I, well I have the hair that made, and still does make, my mother want to scream. I take after my father and the true Blacks with the coloring, but black apparently isn’t a suitable color for a beautiful young woman. It’s too harsh. Throw in that my hair is as frigid as a priest in a brothel, and you’ve got the perfect three hour distraction for Druella Black. The first fifteen years of my life were lived in front of my mother’s vanity, sitting on her purple cushioned seat while she stood behind me with a comb in one hand and bobby pins in the other. Andromeda always stood to her right, holding the hot rollers, and Narcissa to her left, the hair spray and mouse in her tiny hands. My mother spent hours trying to bring the curls my sisters naturally had into my limp hair, but to no avail. None of her methods ever worked and any spiral she managed to force my hair into fell out within the hour. She thought it was my stubborn hair, but really it was her stubborn daughter. Children are prone to magical outbursts and I was a child prone to numerous outbursts that I could focus and I soon found out that I could focus all of my energy into returning my hair to its original state. I was happy; too unfortunate it took my mother nearly fifteen years to give up. I preferred my hair to stay straight when I was younger, but since then I begun to experiment. I have found that through magic I can curl and do almost anything to it that I want. I prefer to wear it quite wild and messy though, and as a plus, it kills a little bit of my mother each time she sees it.”
e y e color && style;; “Cold and piercing would just about do it. I know what my gaze can do to people and I have seen the effects my eyes can have. I can crumble; I can seduce. Basically, chalk up another weapon to the arsenal. Green, there’s nothing too extraordinary about them in color and almond is quite a regular shape. I used to get the comment that my beauty came from the combination between my eyes and hair. I wear my eye make up heavier than is healthy, but old habits die hard and it’s my skin I’m choosing to mar. I’m not going to go as far as to make the stupid remark that I feel naked without eyeliner on, but I will say that I do not feel like myself without it. I constantly watch something or somebody and I have the childish habit of rolling my eyes. I’ve been told to stop, but I can’t; it’s just so effective, a silent way to get my point across, like glaring or undressing with my eyes.”
h e i g h t && weight;; “I’m the tallest in my family, if you were to exclude the males. I stand somewhere around 5’ 11” and I am by no means frail. I have a nice token of muscle, though I have no idea where it comes from. I have never really tried to be fit, never ran, never jazzercised, or lifted weights. I started experimenting with potions during my latter years in Hogwarts to keep myself fit. No matter how hard I pretended to not care about my appearance, I was obsessed with it. My body was, and still is, my greatest weapon. It coupled with my wand are my means of getting what I want when I want it. I was always the heaviest out of the three of us. From a very young age I had a more toned body than my sisters. I could easily throw them around and pin them to the floors and walls of the manor, but with males I found that I wasn’t as strong as I had predicted myself to be. I roughly weigh around one hundred and fifty pounds. My curves are enhanced by the corsets I constantly wear, but not so much to the point to alter my entrails. I never pull them as tight as my mother would instruct me to, but I have never listened to her, so it should come as no surprise. I’m far too accustomed to breathing to take her fashion advice seriously.”
b u i l d;; Curvy
c l o t hing style;; Black, tight, black black and more black
d i s t inguishing features;; “I am absent of freckles and most blemishes, but I have more than fair share of scares. Take a pick at any random spot on my body and you are sure to find scar tissue in little tick marks or in large supply. I have the habit of play it rough with the boys, well, playing rough has its small and yet painful downsides. The scars aren’t ugly though; I’m quite proud of them – sort of like battle wounds.”
t a t t o o s && piercings;; None

f a c e claim;; Eva Green
o v e r all;; (Can the above count?)

we are the same blood
all of us. we are. we are

l i k e s;;
dueling
my wand
sex
imported french chocolates
burboun and vodka
the dark arts
the dark lord
rough sex
control
power
eyeliner
cigarettes
illegal spells
books
being left alone in the house
men and women
dishing out abuse
fire
going without sleep
a game of dares
red lipstick
masochism and sadism
quidditch
knives
blood
torturing
others screaming
d i s likes;;
losing control
gift giving
waking up to find rodolphus stayed the night
being reminded of my gender
sharing a bed
feet
cold sheets and floors
cotton
bows
sirius
lucius
being told what to do
being told i can’t do something
the idea of being married or pregnant
pumpkin juice
halfbloods, mudbloods, and other scum
authority figures
being made to eat
breakfast
having hair played with
being licked in the face
being touched
being protected
h a b i t s && quirks;;
cleaning when she gets stressed
obsessively compulsing over things -- making mountains out of mole hills
judging people before knowing them
speaking on impulse
s t r e ngths;;
+Her ability to keep calm under the most stressful situations
+Her vast knowledge of the dark arts
+Better with a wand then anyone her gender should be
+Ability to pick out the lies and weaknesses in people
+A gifted speaker
+Manipulation
w e a knesses;;
-Paranoid
-Extremely jealous
-Violent
-Inability to trust/love
-Lustful tendencies
s e c rets;; "I've slept with Lucius, Narcissa's 'fiancee.' In fact, I do so on a semi regular basis."
"When I was 17, I set the dungeon on fire. Potions professor gave me a less than perfect grade grade."
r a n d o m facts;;
.brushes her teeth at least five times a day
.watches people in public places and invents their life stories
.has only cried twice in her entire life
.her 'therapy' is torturing people
.has taken all of the clocks in her house apart at least once

o v e r all: “To map out what you think I am would take a lifetime and five minutes alone with me to figure out exactly who I am would surely torture to anyone. Everything I am depends on who I am. Without a hard external shell and a cold façade, I could fall. I have fallen and getting back up was more humiliating than anything I have ever had to endure. I used to be innocent and carefree, harmless almost. Almost. And at one time, I was almost whole, as close to normal as I have and will ever be. Most of the rumors you’ve heard are probably true – I murder, I torture, I sleep around. I’m not the innocent pixie or the dumb outcast my sisters are. My mother has had a problem controlling me since I was three. I was and am the problem child. I slam doors, I throw china. I call my mother a lying whore. I leave home for days on end and when I return at four in the morning do not bother to tell anyone where I have been. If there is a catastrophe, chances are I am in the very centre of it. No father would dare marry his son to me. I may be flawlessly beautiful or what have you, but I’m tragically so. I’m a loaded gun and uncontrollable. I am not liked by any means and I prefer to keep it that way. It’s your choice whether you get out of my way or stand in it, but here’s your five second warning cherie, piss me off and you’ll die.

When I was younger I was a child, to bluntly put it. I believed everything my parents told me, to some extent and carried out almost any command my father would give me. My mother was a different story. I detested her and all she stood for. As I grew older I realized she was the epitome of the trophy wife, the exact opposite of what I wanted to be. I played roughly, always getting into scraps with the boys, always spying on my parents and poking my cute little upturned nose into places where it did not belong. I was never punished though, never spanked or given any sort of restrictions. I was the oldest and as such I was spoiled and got everything my black little heart wanted. I was the self proclaimed leader of our little group of Blacks and when our troupe extended to include the Lestranges and the Malfoys, I was still the dominant figure. Of my playmates I made it a practice to pick and choose, quickly figuring out who was good for what. Sirius was my favorite and always had been. We had a bond like nothing else I have ever experienced. His need for adventure combined smashingly with my irrational thinking and we hit it off quite fast. Andromeda proved ever useless. She was always running around and screaming for us to stop it, a book held over her head like whatever antics were going on would cause the ceiling to collapse at any moment. Narcissa was slightly more interesting. She at least did what I told her to do and I’ll openly admit that I grew the closest to her after Sirius fell from grace. Regulus was innocent and sweet, so I made it my objective to corrupt him, turning him into my slave, though deep down somewhere, I’m sure I cared. Rodolphus proved fit for a friend, if I wanted to pretend to have one that week and Rabastan, well he might as well have been shipped off in the same boat with Andromeda. He hated how I treated his brother, but no matter. Lucius, well he proved quite a few good screws, but always managed to get under my skin in more ways than one.

I’m not quite sure on the exact instant I started going against my mother’s wishes deliberately, but I know that it was a build up of several fussings-at and expenditures on trying to fix my horrible hair, but when I first started disobeying her in the open, I received this rush like nothing I’ve ever felt before, so I continued to go against her will. If she told me to sit on her left, I’d go to her right. If she told me to hush up, I would get louder, and if she told me to speak I would suddenly become silent. About that same time, I started keeping tabs on my sisters. This included going through their things – shredding their books, ripping the heads off of their dolls – anything and everything to keep them just slightly scared of me. That way they would stay obedient. At the same time I started lying and once I did I could not stop. It was so thrilling to tell someone the exact opposite of the truth and have them believe me. I discovered then that trickery was my forte and I lie surreptitiously today to make sure that I get exactly what I want, or just to get a rise out of someone. Lying’s quite useful, I’ve found out.

I have never really understood the concepts of feelings. I’ve felt anger and rage, but never love or anything quite as crippling as that. Rodolphus told me he loved me after we had a row about a year ago. I laughed in his face. Why anyone would ever want to love me is beyond my comprehension. I can understand lust. I’ve been lusted after since my fourth year in school, but to actually be willing to lay down his life for mine, to give up everything for me, that makes the bastard crazy. I think I like him more than I should like anyone. I’m happier around him and I almost feel carefree. Sometimes it scares me completely how relaxed I become around him, how fast I drop my guard without realizing it. He does that to me and I’m not quite sure why. I wouldn’t put it down to loving him because I’m not willing to go that far, nor would I put it down to losing my virginity to him because I didn’t, not technically anyway. I took my own virginity with my wand when I was thirteen; no one was going to be able to say he’d broken me. I’ve always found it very easy to control men and women just by using my body. I dangle myself in front of individuals without shame. If I can get what I want by teasing, then I’ll do it. I’ve been called worse than a tease, after all. I make it a habit not to get emotionally attached. Emotions are for the weak and the poor who have nothing else to feed off of and so turn to petty things for existence. I prefer to actually be alone the majority of the time. Center stage suits me every blue moon or so, but I cannot stand the open forcibly cheery contact with people. Like, dinners with the Malfoys for instance – the tensions is so tangible you could strangle it, but everyone goes on making out like everything’s perfectly fine normal and not forced while I sit there trying not to scream and amusing myself by having sex with my sister’s betrothed. I’m scandalous I know. Never had a conscious though, so sorry Pinocchio, you can shove Jiminy Cricket up your wooden arse because I certainly don’t need him prancing about with an umbrella and a top hat and singing me songs about all the horrid things I’ve done.

The things I’ve done are quite horrible too – I’ve slept with married men and women, blackmailed, murdered, tortured, slept with my sister’s fiancé while she’s engaged to him – the list goes on. I tend to get myself into a lot of tragic dilemmas, but I always manage to get out of them. I haven’t been caught yet I’m not planning on being caught in the near future. I’ve got my wand and as long as I have it, I’ll be quite alright I’m sure. I’m not afraid to use my wand either. Some like to sit and wait, I prefer to go baring in and silt some throats in the process. Call me rash, but I’m loyal to my cause and my Lord. And, there’s nothing quite like exquisite screams to arouse and get the blood pumping.

Once upon a time in a land far far away I was a little innocent doe eyed girl. Then, I grew up.”

when I was still around
pick you up and drive you down

b o g gart;; “I hate being completely weak and overpowered. It’s the one thing I’m scared of, losing control, and in those few precious and terrifying seconds that it does happen I think I have experience real terror. It’s not a feeling I’m particularly fond of or want to get another dosage of. To be completely out of control and not have a single say in what was to happen to me will always be my greatest fear.”
m i r r o r of erised;; “To be the Dark Lord’s most faithful and loyal servant.”
d e m e ntor;; “I cannot say that I have experienced a worst memory yet, not that my life has been a completely easy and carefree one. If I had to openly admit something, I think I would lean to Sirius’ placement in Gryffindor. Most of the event is an entire blur, but I do remember thinking he would join Slytherin alongside me and Andromeda. I had even forgone my usual place of seating to provide him with a spot once he had joined the ranks. When the hat screamed GRYFFINDOR, though my entire body shook with rage. I vaguely remember standing up, feeling Rodolphus’ hand on my left shoulder and Lucius’ on my right as they tried in vain to push me back to my seat. I remember taking the hall by storm, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him outside to the entrance hall. I know I screamed at him and cursed as well. I went to slap him, but couldn’t bring myself to touch him. He was filth now, and my hands wouldn’t do with any sort of contact. In that instant I know I hated him and since then I’ve never really looked back. I received a sick satisfaction when Orion beat him black and blue that Christmas and since I’ve goaded Sirius into saying things in front of his parents in the hopes he would receive more beatings. I’d beat his brains out myself, but I’m not touching him, never again.

Since we were very small, I had a suspicion in my mind that he was somehow different from the rest of us but I never dreamed that he would completely turn his back on his entire family, on everything that made him who he is. Obviously, the fucking twat was made wrong. I have no use for him now and I cannot say it surprised me that he ran away to shack up with Potter. Good riddens; it’s a shame he’s still alive though. Shame”
p a t r onus;; (Large black panther)
“Being a child was perhaps the best time in my life. Life was so much simpler and the hardest choice I ever had to make was what to wear that day I did not have to worry about doing things for myself, because before I could even think to act, my father had already done everything for me. When I was a child, I was not stupid, but I still retained that blissful ignorance that all children have about the world around them. I was not worried with my parents’ problems nor did I have the pressing matters of a war on my hands. Sirius was my best friend and I lived just to run outside in the mud and shove his face in it, lovingly of course. In fact, I think I actually did like him more than I should have, more than any gangly tom boy should ever like her cousin. It tore me out of the frame when he was sorted into Gryffindor. I miss the days before house rivalries, before our house differences led to different sides of a lethal war. I know I’m going to be face with the choice of killing him someday and I want to think it is in me. It’s what’s right for the family, what’s right for the lineage of the Blacks, to wipe the scum from the prestigious tree and I know I will have to do it, but I do not want to. Every fiber in me screams against the very thought.

We used to play games when we were younger and I was always the leader. I miss being the undisputed sovereign. While I like the struggle for power, I hate having to stand nose to nose with Lucius and demand what I deserve. I want to play a game of quidditch where Regulus, Rodolphus, and I square off against Sirius, Rabastan, and Andromeda. But I can’t. Rodolphus would think I was crazy if I asked him to do such a thing. Sirius is gone. And Andromeda’s slipping away by the second. My entire family and my circle of friends has been steadily disintegrating around me since Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. Soon I won’t even have Lucius left to scream with and Narcissa left to scream at.

I cannot pinpoint the exact instance when my childhood slipped away or when I lost my innocence, but I would give almost anything to have it back just for a day. If it meant that my family was back together and that I did not have to think about my future, about marriage, about a war, about anything, I would gladly trade.”
a m o r tenia: blood, sweat, burning leaves, rodolphus' cologne

m a r i t a l status: "Betrothed, technically. Not that I let that stop me."
s e x uality;; Bisexual
t u r n-ons;; power, control, submission, black coffee, blood
t u r n-offs: muggle borns, losing control, loud+bad music, gryffindors

while half of us were lost
the other half forgot

f a t h e r;; Cygnus Black
"I certainly don't love him, but I respect him. If for nothing than trying to keep the family pure."
m o t h e r;; Druella Black
"I hate her. She's a complete and pathetic moron, can't even stand to see a dead mouse without shrieking. The only thing I have in common with her is that she happened to give birth to me, poor her."
s i b l i n g (s);; Narcissa and Andromeda
"Narcissa isn't exactly the most intelligent being, but she's easy to control and she does what I tell her to do, which is the only thing I need. Andromeda is a filthy muggle lover, and no longer a part of this family. She's a blood traitor, and if I had the chance I'd kill her for betraying the Noble House of Black."
o t h e r relatives;; Sirius, Regulus, Rabastan
"Sirius was my closest friend when we were young. He was rebellious, like me. Shame he betrayed the family, he could have been great. Regulus and Rabastan I consider...background furniture. That's the only way I can think of to describe my relationship with them."
p e t s;; Eagle Owl, Silas

o v e r all;; “My past is full of things that would make any muggle shrink have a heart attack and drop dead. ..

I was born on the twenty-sixth of December to a noble father and a stupid mother. I remained the only child for an entire year, which I don’t remember, but I’m sure was quite blissful. Then along came Andromeda and next Narcissa. Meanwhile, Auntie Walburga was popping out offspring of her own. In a short few years, the entirety of the Black family was complete. My childhood was a happy one. I was a little tyrant that received everything I could have wanted. I boringly sat through etiquette and dance lessons, learning how to become the proper lady. I learned reading writing and arithmetic as well. My father thought it important to make me well rounded. My mother thought it important to make me well shaped and marry me off. I played the part of the perfect daughter in public, doing my curtsies and reciting pleasing little poems I’d learned from my tutor. Behind closed doors and out of sight from my parents I tortured my sisters. Andromeda’s books were shredded and Narcissa’s dolls’ heads mysteriously vanished from time to time to be found later in the fire place, but I had fun all the same. I played games and at the age of seven was introduced to the Lestranges who in turn introduced me to quidditch. Rodolphus became my first and only friend, and Rabastan became like the little brother I never had and didn’t really want. The next year, I met the Malfoys and their horrible little son Lucius. We clashed violently within seconds and the meeting ended with me being dragged away by my father and he the same by his. I had a black eye and he, not a scratch on him. Did I mention that he’s a bastard?

Anyway, I went off to school with Lucius and Rodolphus and was sorted into Slytherin.

"Ah yes, you’re a feisty bundle….quite a handful too. Very cunning and manipulative…absolutely perfect for Slytherin. You’ll go far, my dear…”

And so, I joined the long line of Blacks to have passed through the noble house. It came as no surprise to me. I had expected to be sorted into the house of Salazar. I’d read all I could about Hogwarts from the time I’d received my letter and had decided that Slytherin was the place for me. It was an added bonus that the rest of my family had been in Slytherin for centuries. My first year at Hogwarts was child’s play. The work was easy and almost boring, so I began looking around for means to entertain myself. I quickly decided that I wanted to rule the school, so to speak, given a few years, and so set out to mark my path to greatness. I terrorized the older students and by second year they were all terrified of me. I snuck into the restricted section and our own library at home and read everything I could on the Dark Arts. I quickly asserted that mudbloods and halfbreeds were scum, not merely just because my father had told me they were, but because they actually were. Pitiful and grotesque little beasts, actually.

Narcissa and Regulus followed me into Slytheirn and I kept them closer than I had ever kept Andromeda, terrified deep down that’d they would leave me just as Sirius had when he was sorted into Gryffindor. They were always the softer of us too and I was afraid that he would easily turn them against me and ally them on his side. During my fourth year in Hogwarts I was hospitalized for the first time. That summer, I had been spending more and more time competing with Lucius and when he had challenged me to a swimming test to see who could swim the farthest out to see, all I too readily accepted. I hadn’t realized it till that instant, but I was no longer as strong as he and Rodolphus were. They were filling out with muscle and I was filling out with curves. Soon their brute strength would prove enough to overpower me if I was wandless. The current dragged me down and I nearly drowned. In the undertow I was thrown against a submerged rock which sliced my hip and my back open. Someone ran for my father who came rushing down to the beach, dove into the ocean, and apparated me to St. Mungo’s. I still have the scars down my back and across my side.

By my third year in Hogwarts I was well aware that Slytherin was the more sexually active of the houses. I had seen couples in the corridors, with no idea as to what they were doing. Affection was not meant to be seen in public unless it was done correctly in a more dominating and less mopey fashion. It was around the same time that my mother began having talks with me and my sisters about keeping ourselves pure and chaste. Well, sorry to break your heart mother dearest, but that was never meant to happen. That same year out of curiosity and mild spite, I took my own virginity with my wand. I had seen what attachments a girl grew to a boy simply because she had lost her purity to him and I was determined not to go through the same thing. I was also determined to never give any man the satisfaction of knowing he had had me first.

In my fifth year I started snogging with older students and using my body to get what I wanted. I never went farther than a feel though because I didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction. I became known as a frigid bitch throughout the school, but that didn’t stop the curiosity of teenage boys. That next Christmas I had sex with a boy for the first time. I was sixteen when I fell into bed with Rodolphus Lesrange while drunk. I put the entire affair down to the four bottles of vodka I’d had. I haven’t brought up sleeping with him or slept with him since.

The week before the Rodolphus fiasco I met the man that would forever change my life. At the Malfoy Christmas Ball I met the Dark Lord. I remember looking up at him with wonder and amazement, gazing intently upon him and being enraptured by everything he said as he gave an arousing speech. He talked of purging our world of the scum that inhabited it. This was my dream come true! I had been reading books on the Dark Arts for the last year and here was a practical god specializing in such things. I hated the inferior and he was promising the death of them all. I wanted power and here he was promising it. I singled him out afterwards, not afraid to approach the man that everyone else in the place was in such reverence of. I knew what I wanted and I was going for it. I know I was entranced and I must have been staring, but he greeted me openly and apparently already knew my name.

”Bella Black. I take it you were impressed by my speech then?”
“Yes, I was. I want to help you.”
“Ah, yes. I suspected you would want to do just that. Tell you what, I see great promise in you. I will start tutoring you privately.”
“But my parents.”
“Already thinking ahead, Bella.”
“I do not see why they have to know.”
“Smart girl – they don’t. Wait for my owl.”
“I will, My Lord.”

His owl came the following week and I began my training that night. In the span of a year I learned the darkest spells, the unforgivables, legimency and occulmency, committed my first murder, participated in my first torture – all the while keeping my double life hidden from everyone. It was great; I was breaking the rules and being given all the power I could ever want. I could not get enough, but I was told I had to wait till I came of age before I could receive the Dark Mark. That was no matter to me. I could wait a year and in the mean time I would receive all the tutoring from the Dark Lord my little adolescent heart could desire. I was elated to spend hours upon end with him. In his presence I felt important; I felt wanted and needed. I had a hand up on the boys that I aligned myself with. I was learning things they dare not dream of.

I passed my O.W.L.s with all O’s, tying with Lucius yet again. I competed with him throughout much of school and in our seventh year we were named head boy and head girl together. Sharing a dorm in close quarters with him led to my second hospitalization with a duel gone horribly wrong on my part. It was about this time that I started sleeping with him as well and also when I realized that both he and Rodolphus had surpassed me in physical strength. I remember one incident in particular where Regulus had come running through the common room and launched himself on Rodolphus. They were always at some sort of weird odds and I was never let fully in on what was going on between them. I didn’t really care that much to know, but it irritated me that the pair of them shared some sort of bond I was not clued in on. Regulus’ spastic nature led to me having to pry him from under Rodolphus before he got in over his head. While I was pushing the runt away to safety, Lestrange’s hand closed around my ankle and he jerked me down to the floor with him. I found myself pinned on my stomach with him straddling my back while people that knew and feared me walked through the common room and looked on as this idiot made a complete and utter fool of me. I could not push him off and I later found out that the same proved true with Lucius. Without my wand, I was powerless. I took to always having my wand hidden on me after that. I wasn’t’ highly susceptible to being caught off guard.

While I was being a despicable heir to my family’s fortune, the rest of my family were not exactly doing much better either. At least I kept my nose clean in public and had a reputation for shredding those who went against me. In December, Sirius ran away from home. That was when I burned all bridges with him and I never looked back. I didn’t cry or have a fit. My mother told me Christmas morning that Sirius was gone. I shrugged and finished unwrapping a gift from my father while Andromeda and Narcissa broke into uncontrolled sobs. Andromeda was caught with a lowborn Tonks boy. Mother and Father didn’t know yet, but when they found out she was burnt off the tapestry as well.

I received my Dark Mark at the age of seventeen and formally joined the ranks of the Dark Lord. I prided myself on being the first female Death Eater. I received many jibes and smart remarks and always got that someone of my gender and status should be at home in the kitchen, ordering about house elves and making myself ready to produce offspring. I did not hesitate to deal with anyone that stood in my way. Regardless of being on the same side, I crippled and disposed of anyone who tried to hold me back. I participated in murders and tortures and quickly rose through the ranks, barely lifting a finger.

My parents are whispering of engaging me to Rodolphus soon but I’m not worried. No one in his right mind would want to marry me, let alone would any mother lend her precious boy off to a man eater. Narcissa’s betrothed and I’m sleeping with her beau. It’s really quite amusing doing things that would make my proper mother pull her hair out. I spend my days sleeping late and drinkin, my nights having illicit sex and occasionally torturing people. Nothing spectacular – just a day in the life of Bellatrix Black.”

about y o u!

n a m e: Lila
a g e: 18
c o n t a c t: PM
h o w you found us?: Random site browsing
r p experience: 3 years
d i d you read the rules?: yes, but i didn't find a secret phrase or anything
r o l e play sample:

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To say it had taken weeks of planning would be a lie. To say that she had carefully lain everything out in advance would be a lie. To say that she had actually thought through what could happen, now that would be the lie of the century. It had been nearly a month ago when Bellatrix had come up with her little scheme. Troubled slightly--and by this please take it to mean that several of her cohorts found themselves bleeding from various places and stuck to walls in various forgotten rooms--by the Death Eaters' lack of information, she had gone home, ranting to no one in particular and throwing random objects at her house elves whenever they presented themselves. It had been during the after period of hurricane Bellatrix that she had began thinking of a way to get an Order member. She had thought all along that if she could just get her hands on one of them, she could solve everything. They were righteous and stupid, not to mention horrible under pain. Use the right curses, and they would sing like a canary. But the problem lied with who to grab. She had a sneaking suspicion of who was an Order member and who wasn't, but there was no way to be certain. She was more than willing to kidnap several people and dispose of the ones that she didn't need, but she knew this wasn't the way she needed to work. Those many deaths, for that's how she would have gotten rid of them, in such a short span would have lured every Auror out of their little offices. Going after another Order member with the Aurors out would have been plain stupid, even for daring Bellatrix and if she had found one to keep, then keeping him hidden would be even harder. She had been musing while looking over the Daily Prophet. The front page had featured an article about some wizarding shop in Diagon Alley had been broken into. The suspects, were of course, Death Eaters and not the common criminal that was taking the circumstances to the fullest and breaking into a shop when he knew he would not be caught. Society now seemed to want to pin everything on the Death Eaters, and while the majority of things that went wrong were their fault, not everything was. It was after thinking just that that she had jumped with a start and exclaimed. "That's it!" In a few minutes, Black had worked it all out. A week later, all plans had been lain. And three weeks later found her sitting atop a rafter in an old abandoned warehouse where an exchange of a stolen item was to take place. The item in question was rumored to have been stolen from Borgin and Burkes after a massive break in. It was all a stage of course. Bellatrix had done everything from bribing Borgin to keep his mouth shut and threatening him more, to teaching him the proper lines to tell the authorities. She had even broken the front pane of the store herself and in a few seconds turned the entire place upside down. The store had looked broken in to when the Aurors had arrived, only a few minutes after she'd left. They all had of course dropped the case, not too worried with a stolen item out of a risqué shop. It had been three days later when the rumor that said stolen item was being exchanged at a warehouse in the middle of the night had began in circulation. The Order had picked up on the scent like power hungry dogs, and were of course going to send someone out, no doubt the next day, in broad daylight in order to avoid any trafficking with Death Eaters. The entire thing, including the actions and reactions, had been planned by Bellatrix. Her fellows didn't know about it and neither did her master. She was acting alone for her own sick amusement. Bellatrix lazily swung her foot back and forth, watching the door for any sign of life. She'd been here for three hours already. Her mind began to run over the possible suspects the Order would send, if her assumptions about who was a bird and who wasn't were indeed right. No doubt someone cocky and drowning in goodness would be sent to vanquish the evil. A smirk crept across her face just as the door to the warhouse creaked open. In walked someone that Bellatrix could no quite see. She could tell though that it was a woman. The curves and the stance made that evident. It was not until the woman paused under a ray of sun let in by the many cracks in the ceiling did Black recognize who it was. Alice Longbottom. Her smirk turned into one of the sickest smiles as her hand reached out for a small pile of pebbles she had earlier conjured. Picking up one of the round stones, Bellatrix held it in her hand before throwing it straight for Longbottom's head. Another was thrown, this one at her feet, before Bellatrix sat back against a crossbeam and waited for the show to begin.