star struck like a gong, screaming like a choir
CHARACTER STATS;
Name: Bellatrix Lestrange
Date of Birth: October 14, 1951
Occupation: Death Eater, socialite
Blood status: Pureblood
Former House: Slytherin
Wand: Blackthorn and phoenix tail feather, 11 inches, unyielding.
Gringotts Vault: 788
Familial and Spousal Units: Daughter of Druella (Rosier) Black and Cygnus Black; older sister of Narcissa (Black) Malfoy and the disowned Andromeda (Black) Tonks; Wife of Rodolphus Lestrange; cousin to Evan Rosier and Sirius and Regulus Black, and related by blood or marriage to all the best families of wizarding England.
HISTORY;
Bellatrix was a nightmare as a toddler but learned to behave soon enough--at least in front of Mum and Dad. Raised in unbelievable wealth and privilege in an undeniably Dark household, she was a doted-upon oldest daughter who received the best in everything early on. While she loved her younger sisters, intersibling relations were far from flawless: a strong bullying streak reserved mostly for the house-elves occasionally found its outlet in her sisters. That bullying streak began its shift into violence early: pets had a habit of disappearing, and on more than one occasion young Bella severely hurt the family house-elf, finally injuring him so badly he was forced into an early “retirement” and replaced. Fortunately Bella never had to be taught that some victims stay quiet and others cause problems: she picked this up early, instinctively, and confined her more sinister urges only to those who couldn’t fight back or make a fuss.
At Hogwarts, a combination of her famed heritage, magical prowess, and good looks ensured her position at the top of the social pecking order. She reigned over Slytherin House like an autocrat, alternately idolized and feared--even silently despised--by the other girls. It was in her last two years at Hogwarts that her younger sister Andromeda truly and obviously began to lose her way, and Bellatrix’s behavior began swinging a little more sharply towards the erratic. She had always been considered a little cruel--what popular Slytherin isn’t--and charmingly capricious, even a little eccentric. But now the other girls spoke only of her in whispers, downright fawned on her in person. She had made Prefect the previous year, but now it was rumored she’d hex students as soon as dock points--or worse than hex them. No one dared share the whole truth of her violent predilections, her quick rages, and for most, it only added to her glamour.
That perception continued as she graduated and made her debut into polite wizarding society: very beautiful, perfect lineage, a little daring, perhaps, what young woman isn’t-- and delightfully spontaneous, just the slightest tantalizing whiff of scandal. In truth, the mental instability that was her legacy from three families was slowly strengthening its hold on Bellatrix even as she charmed her way through operas and balls. Andromeda’s abandonment of the family and disgusting marriage shook her badly, catalyzed her cruel streak into something deeper, something more like rage, and this began to spill over into her public persona. Occasionally (and then more often) she’d lash out, or be seen smoking, or say precisely the wrong thing to the wrong person for no other reason than whim, or show up in some scandalous robe that only a Black could get away with, if only barely. Still, she toed the line, helped considerably by both her own intimidating nature and the strength of her blood.
It was mostly this lineage that got her married off as well as she was, and to tell the truth there was some Black family relief to finally and officially make Bellatrix “another man’s problem”. Rodolphus Lestrange was a perfectly pureblood man of considerable means who ticked all the right political boxes, and what’s more, he doted on her as slavishly as any fourth-year with a crush. If Bellatrix didn’t exactly return his feelings, she found this gratifying--not to mention his clear connections to the Dark Lord, a figure Bellatrix had heard about only in whispers or confidences or broad familial hints.
In Voldemort’s service Bellatrix found her true calling. There, her rage was something righteous, to be celebrated and wielded like a weapon rather than tamped down like an unpleasant party guest as it had by her relatives for ages. There, she can indulge her every violent and autocratic whim--and there are many of those, these days--unleash her true self, the Bellatrix that lives only to punish and torture and dominate. Her extraordinary blind savagery and considerable duelling skills have made her one of the Dark Lord’s favorites--but more than either of those, her extraordinary fervor. Her unstable mind has fixed upon the Dark Lord as a talisman, a god: in truth, she worships him. Her most secret desire is for the day when he will tell her to set aside her husband and bear him a child to carry on his legacy: as his favorite and the scion of the Most Ancient House of Black, she will mother a dynasty of Dark wizards such as the world has never seen.
As she is both wildly delusional and utterly obsessed, and knows nothing about the Dark Lord’s quest for immortality, this seems to her a foregone conclusion. In the meantime, she only has to perform what he asks of her perfectly and without restraint.
PERSONALITY;
Bellatrix is a wildly emotional individual. She can feign a properly Slytherin cool removedness, and can be considerably cunning when not under pressure, but maintaining that facade becomes more and more difficult. She is confident, but unstably so: reckless to a fault, prone to wild rages and acting without thinking.
She is incredibly cruel, both casually and with a determined singlemindedness that is terrible to behold. She legitimately enjoys the pain of others, and as her violent mental instability becomes more and more prominent that predilection has only grown.
As a Black, Bellatrix was raised to consider herself fundamentally superior to all others both Wizarding and Muggle. She is servile only to the Dark Lord and haughty and coldly dismissive of all others in varying degrees: to other Death Eaters she offers only cursory politeness, and low people like shopkeepers and servants do not count at all, and are a frequent target for her many forms of cruelty.
MENTAL;
Bellatrix is intelligent and cunning and an expert manipulator like many in her House, but her methods of manipulation tend more towards intimidation than covertness. She is deeply unstable and unpredictable, governed by her wild emotional swings more than reason, and her soft spots--Andromeda, for one--are glaring weaknesses.
PHYSICAL:
Bellatrix inherited the patrician good looks of the Blacks and then some, and turned heads and even produced a few gasps at her debut. Her heavy hand with cosmetics and slightly unladylike predilections in clothing have been excused by her haughty confidence and high birth: in truth it’s only she who could really get away with it.
However, as she enters her thirties, Bellatrix is slipping just the slightest bit. Her madness is visible, now, an unwelcome passenger on her face--something about the glint in her eyes and the occasional tangles of her hair.
Physically, she is not terribly sturdy. In her rages she finds an almost preternatural strength, but it evaporates as soon as the spells pass, and she’s as susceptible to injury as anybody--more, perhaps, considering her recklessness and rather spindly body. Her pain tolerance, however, is significantly high--another helpful side effect of her extraordinary fervor.
MAGICAL;
Charms- E
Potions- O
Herbology- A
History of Magic- A
Astronomy- E
Defense Against the Dark Arts- O
Transfiguration- O
Bellatrix was a talented witch both in school and extracurricularly, learning twisted hexes and jinxes and dark magic from her mother and uncle and other relations. Her intensely violent nature has only improved on this talent, and as a duellist she is superb and swift, her hand with Unforgivable curses--and more exotic curses--keen and more than willing. Her speciality, however, has always been the Cruciatus Curse, and she is often called upon for her extraordinary and merciless talent for torture.
POLITICAL;
From birth Bellatrix has believed that Muggles are no better than animals--in fact worse, because even the most savage animal doesn’t have the cunning to invent the atomic bomb. She believes wholeheartedly in the most vicious and violent form of pureblood supremacy, and takes genuine joy in torturing and killing Muggles.
She is proud to serve Voldemort and does so more like a pilgrim than a soldier. She would lay down her life or millions of others’ for his cause in an instant.
In their own words, how would your character describe themselves?:
I am Bellatrix Lestrange, pureblood witch and daughter of the House of Black. I serve the Dark Lord as his fiercest and most loyal soldier.
TECHNICAL;
RP Account: fatalfrenzy
PB: Eva Green
Write a sample post:
*A lady of manners isn’t complete without a correspondence to match, and in the home she shares with Rodolphus, Bellatrix was sure to obtain a suitably gorgeous writing desk. It is a thing of beauty, crafted of gleaming wand-woods and expertly inlaid with ornamental scrolls and leaves. Its many cunning drawers hold parchment of all weights and colors, inks of every imaginable shade, stamps and other niceties, and of course there is a wide selection of quills. She sits before it now with a pensive expression, completing the letter in her flawless copperplate. Plain black ink should get the message across--but it’s heavy, velvety stuff, true black, obviously the finest of its kind.
The letter is folded precisely and slipped into a heavy envelope; she uses a plain seal rather than the Lestrange one, for the obvious reason. The little silk-lined box is open on the smooth leather blotter of the desk--nestled inside are two severed paws: one from a common gray wolf, one from a black dog. The envelope is laid neatly atop it and with a wave of her wand the parcel wraps itself, handsomely, in paper of rich green.
As the snowy owl takes the parcel in its talons, its satisfied, unblinking gaze is almost a mirror to his that of his mistress.*
Off you go, darling.
Name: Bellatrix Lestrange
Date of Birth: October 14, 1951
Occupation: Death Eater, socialite
Blood status: Pureblood
Former House: Slytherin
Wand: Blackthorn and phoenix tail feather, 11 inches, unyielding.
Gringotts Vault: 788
Familial and Spousal Units: Daughter of Druella (Rosier) Black and Cygnus Black; older sister of Narcissa (Black) Malfoy and the disowned Andromeda (Black) Tonks; Wife of Rodolphus Lestrange; cousin to Evan Rosier and Sirius and Regulus Black, and related by blood or marriage to all the best families of wizarding England.
HISTORY;
Bellatrix was a nightmare as a toddler but learned to behave soon enough--at least in front of Mum and Dad. Raised in unbelievable wealth and privilege in an undeniably Dark household, she was a doted-upon oldest daughter who received the best in everything early on. While she loved her younger sisters, intersibling relations were far from flawless: a strong bullying streak reserved mostly for the house-elves occasionally found its outlet in her sisters. That bullying streak began its shift into violence early: pets had a habit of disappearing, and on more than one occasion young Bella severely hurt the family house-elf, finally injuring him so badly he was forced into an early “retirement” and replaced. Fortunately Bella never had to be taught that some victims stay quiet and others cause problems: she picked this up early, instinctively, and confined her more sinister urges only to those who couldn’t fight back or make a fuss.
At Hogwarts, a combination of her famed heritage, magical prowess, and good looks ensured her position at the top of the social pecking order. She reigned over Slytherin House like an autocrat, alternately idolized and feared--even silently despised--by the other girls. It was in her last two years at Hogwarts that her younger sister Andromeda truly and obviously began to lose her way, and Bellatrix’s behavior began swinging a little more sharply towards the erratic. She had always been considered a little cruel--what popular Slytherin isn’t--and charmingly capricious, even a little eccentric. But now the other girls spoke only of her in whispers, downright fawned on her in person. She had made Prefect the previous year, but now it was rumored she’d hex students as soon as dock points--or worse than hex them. No one dared share the whole truth of her violent predilections, her quick rages, and for most, it only added to her glamour.
That perception continued as she graduated and made her debut into polite wizarding society: very beautiful, perfect lineage, a little daring, perhaps, what young woman isn’t-- and delightfully spontaneous, just the slightest tantalizing whiff of scandal. In truth, the mental instability that was her legacy from three families was slowly strengthening its hold on Bellatrix even as she charmed her way through operas and balls. Andromeda’s abandonment of the family and disgusting marriage shook her badly, catalyzed her cruel streak into something deeper, something more like rage, and this began to spill over into her public persona. Occasionally (and then more often) she’d lash out, or be seen smoking, or say precisely the wrong thing to the wrong person for no other reason than whim, or show up in some scandalous robe that only a Black could get away with, if only barely. Still, she toed the line, helped considerably by both her own intimidating nature and the strength of her blood.
It was mostly this lineage that got her married off as well as she was, and to tell the truth there was some Black family relief to finally and officially make Bellatrix “another man’s problem”. Rodolphus Lestrange was a perfectly pureblood man of considerable means who ticked all the right political boxes, and what’s more, he doted on her as slavishly as any fourth-year with a crush. If Bellatrix didn’t exactly return his feelings, she found this gratifying--not to mention his clear connections to the Dark Lord, a figure Bellatrix had heard about only in whispers or confidences or broad familial hints.
In Voldemort’s service Bellatrix found her true calling. There, her rage was something righteous, to be celebrated and wielded like a weapon rather than tamped down like an unpleasant party guest as it had by her relatives for ages. There, she can indulge her every violent and autocratic whim--and there are many of those, these days--unleash her true self, the Bellatrix that lives only to punish and torture and dominate. Her extraordinary blind savagery and considerable duelling skills have made her one of the Dark Lord’s favorites--but more than either of those, her extraordinary fervor. Her unstable mind has fixed upon the Dark Lord as a talisman, a god: in truth, she worships him. Her most secret desire is for the day when he will tell her to set aside her husband and bear him a child to carry on his legacy: as his favorite and the scion of the Most Ancient House of Black, she will mother a dynasty of Dark wizards such as the world has never seen.
As she is both wildly delusional and utterly obsessed, and knows nothing about the Dark Lord’s quest for immortality, this seems to her a foregone conclusion. In the meantime, she only has to perform what he asks of her perfectly and without restraint.
PERSONALITY;
Bellatrix is a wildly emotional individual. She can feign a properly Slytherin cool removedness, and can be considerably cunning when not under pressure, but maintaining that facade becomes more and more difficult. She is confident, but unstably so: reckless to a fault, prone to wild rages and acting without thinking.
She is incredibly cruel, both casually and with a determined singlemindedness that is terrible to behold. She legitimately enjoys the pain of others, and as her violent mental instability becomes more and more prominent that predilection has only grown.
As a Black, Bellatrix was raised to consider herself fundamentally superior to all others both Wizarding and Muggle. She is servile only to the Dark Lord and haughty and coldly dismissive of all others in varying degrees: to other Death Eaters she offers only cursory politeness, and low people like shopkeepers and servants do not count at all, and are a frequent target for her many forms of cruelty.
MENTAL;
Bellatrix is intelligent and cunning and an expert manipulator like many in her House, but her methods of manipulation tend more towards intimidation than covertness. She is deeply unstable and unpredictable, governed by her wild emotional swings more than reason, and her soft spots--Andromeda, for one--are glaring weaknesses.
PHYSICAL:
Bellatrix inherited the patrician good looks of the Blacks and then some, and turned heads and even produced a few gasps at her debut. Her heavy hand with cosmetics and slightly unladylike predilections in clothing have been excused by her haughty confidence and high birth: in truth it’s only she who could really get away with it.
However, as she enters her thirties, Bellatrix is slipping just the slightest bit. Her madness is visible, now, an unwelcome passenger on her face--something about the glint in her eyes and the occasional tangles of her hair.
Physically, she is not terribly sturdy. In her rages she finds an almost preternatural strength, but it evaporates as soon as the spells pass, and she’s as susceptible to injury as anybody--more, perhaps, considering her recklessness and rather spindly body. Her pain tolerance, however, is significantly high--another helpful side effect of her extraordinary fervor.
MAGICAL;
Charms- E
Potions- O
Herbology- A
History of Magic- A
Astronomy- E
Defense Against the Dark Arts- O
Transfiguration- O
Bellatrix was a talented witch both in school and extracurricularly, learning twisted hexes and jinxes and dark magic from her mother and uncle and other relations. Her intensely violent nature has only improved on this talent, and as a duellist she is superb and swift, her hand with Unforgivable curses--and more exotic curses--keen and more than willing. Her speciality, however, has always been the Cruciatus Curse, and she is often called upon for her extraordinary and merciless talent for torture.
POLITICAL;
From birth Bellatrix has believed that Muggles are no better than animals--in fact worse, because even the most savage animal doesn’t have the cunning to invent the atomic bomb. She believes wholeheartedly in the most vicious and violent form of pureblood supremacy, and takes genuine joy in torturing and killing Muggles.
She is proud to serve Voldemort and does so more like a pilgrim than a soldier. She would lay down her life or millions of others’ for his cause in an instant.
In their own words, how would your character describe themselves?:
I am Bellatrix Lestrange, pureblood witch and daughter of the House of Black. I serve the Dark Lord as his fiercest and most loyal soldier.
TECHNICAL;
RP Account: fatalfrenzy
PB: Eva Green
Write a sample post:
*A lady of manners isn’t complete without a correspondence to match, and in the home she shares with Rodolphus, Bellatrix was sure to obtain a suitably gorgeous writing desk. It is a thing of beauty, crafted of gleaming wand-woods and expertly inlaid with ornamental scrolls and leaves. Its many cunning drawers hold parchment of all weights and colors, inks of every imaginable shade, stamps and other niceties, and of course there is a wide selection of quills. She sits before it now with a pensive expression, completing the letter in her flawless copperplate. Plain black ink should get the message across--but it’s heavy, velvety stuff, true black, obviously the finest of its kind.
The letter is folded precisely and slipped into a heavy envelope; she uses a plain seal rather than the Lestrange one, for the obvious reason. The little silk-lined box is open on the smooth leather blotter of the desk--nestled inside are two severed paws: one from a common gray wolf, one from a black dog. The envelope is laid neatly atop it and with a wave of her wand the parcel wraps itself, handsomely, in paper of rich green.
As the snowy owl takes the parcel in its talons, its satisfied, unblinking gaze is almost a mirror to his that of his mistress.*
Off you go, darling.