BLACK, bellatrix lyra

[bellatrix]

bellatrix lyra black
SIXTY-FOUR - SLYTHERIN ALUMNI- PUREBLOOD - HELENA BONHAM CARTER

THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE

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Are you a daredevil or cautious? "I am a daredevil-- how do you think I've become who I am, you filthy Mudblood?!"

Do you act the same alone as when with someone? "I act on my own accord, always the same. My wand is in hand to Crucio any filthy idiots, and I'm always cruel towards them, unless they are respectable Death Eaters, very pure and very good at obeying me!"

Habits? "Habits? Well, I do have a few... chewing my wand and... Avada Kedavraing people!"

Drinks? "Gillywater is my guilty pleasure. I drink it all the time."

How much? "I just told you, Mudblood! CRUCIO!"

G--greatest Strength? "Everything. I'm the best at everything, except for loving. But that, my friends, is a weakness."

Greatest Weakness? "I do not have any weakness, you disgusting piece of scum! You are worth no more than the gum on my shoes, now hush before I Avada Kedavra you."

Soft spot? "None. I have none."

Is your soft spot obvious, why/why not? "Don't you make me Crucio you again."

I--if not, how do you hide it? "CRUCIO!"

B--b--biggest Vulnerability? "You dare call me vunerable? YOU DARE? You filthy little Mudblood, you disgusting scum! Crucio! Crucio! CRUCIO!"

F--f--favorite Q--quote? "I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK, created by myself! Mwahaha!"


Mother? "Druella Rosier, eventually Druella Black. She's dead."

Your relationship with her? "We got on okay... why do you ask, Mudblood?"

Father? "Ugh-- him! Cygnus Black, he too is dead, and good riddance!"

Relationship with him? "No. No. No."

Siblings, relationship with each? I have Narcissa Malfoy, a respectable lady, and then Andromeda Tonks, a filthy Blood Traitor, who married a Mudblood and she's dead. I killed her! MWAHAHA!"

Children of siblings? "Cissy had Draco Malfoy, who was a Death Eater, back in the day, and then Andromeda, who had a stupid little Metamorphurgus called Nymphadora... Nymphadora, honestly!"

Other extended family? "Too numerous to mention, I hardly know them."

Close? Why or why not? "How dare you ask what I just answered! CRUCIO!"


"I'm Bellatrix Lyra Black, and if you do not know that name, go and find out, Mudblood. I was born on September the eleventh, and I'm the oldest child and daughter in the family. Well, not the whole family, the Noble and Ancient House of Black, because that's centuries old, and I'm not even seventy yet, but anyway, on with the story. I loved being the oldest, I got to boss my little sisters around, especially Andromeda. Can't say I ever liked her, I knew she'd turn out bad. Cissy I didn't mind so much, she was cute and blonde, and three years younger than me. You see, I do have a kind spot-- just not for you. Oh no, as if I'd ever decide to be nice to you, in fact, you're probably a Mudblood, and they sicken me. My father wasn't happy with three daughters, there was no one to carry on the family name. So he and my mother kept trying for a son, but she never got pregnant, because my father was too old. I hated him, by the way. How was he not proud of me and Narcissa? Andromeda was an exception, she was a bad egg, but me and Cissy? How dare he hate on us! So when I got my letter to Hogwarts, I was glad to be away from him. I felt sorry for Cissy and my mother though, still spending time with that animal, but they had too. So did Dromeda, but I didn't care."

"I loved it at Hogwarts, despite the fact I had an evil reputation to hold up. I quickly became the boss of the Slytherin girls, and everyone wanted to be my friend, everyone except Gryffindors. And Hufflepuffs, and a few Ravenclaws, but that was it. I was Slytherin Royalty, right from my first year. Of course, Dromeda came a year later, and goodness knows why she was sorted into Slytherin, she should have gone straight over to Gryffindor, just like my late cousin, Sirius. I killed him, by the way, and it was very fun! That disgusting half blood, Harry 'Amazing-Dark-Lord-Defeater-Damned-Chosen-One' Potter, looked like he was about to die. He tried to Crucio me, but he failed! But we aren't there yet, so let's continue with me. Andromeda was sorted into Slytherin, but she was no way as popular as me. She had a few saddo's for friends, or so I put it when I was twelve. That's what I wrote to Cissy, who was ten by this time. She made me laugh, for once, by owling me back saying it was good, as Dromeda was a saddo too. Oh, I still do love Cissy, even though she went off her rocker when my nephew Draco was chosen to kill Dumbledore."

"Narcissa came in my third year, and was of course, sorted into Slytherin. My little cousin, Sirius's brother, Regulus, was sorted into Slytherin, a few people after my Cissa. Aunt Walburga was much more proud of him than Sirius, and I'm personally not surprised. I mean, Gryffindor, honestly! It's the worst house in the history of houses, and I hate them. I especially hate that Harry Potter, who now is dead! Good! Anyway, I did well in my third year, and I had my first boyfriend too. I hated him, but I did it for attention, because I'm Bellatrix Black and I can do whatever I like, because if you tell me I can't, I'll kill you. Anyway, he was a sixth year, and he disgusted me. I'd heard of this Crucio curse, and I used it on him... and I was almost expelled. If it weren't for my father's threatens, I'd never have become who I am. But that filthy animal called a father, he slapped, straight across the face. So I kicked him, and I ran, and I never spoke to him again, even when I became a Death Eater. Which I'll tell you about later, I have to start on my fourth year, and my fifth. Anyway, in my fourth year, it was boring. Well, I did get involved in this duelling battle. I beat both of those seventh years. They were gobsmacked, and I couldn't help but laugh my head off."

"Then there was my fifth year, and that's the O.W.L year, isn't it? Oh Merlin, they worked us so hard, I exploded. Quite literally, too. I couldn't get this spell right, so my face went all red, and there was steam all around me. I don't know how, but it happened. Then I got the spell right. See, I'm quite good at this, aren't I? Always getting spells right, and managing to do things you can't! But you're a Mudblood, so even those daft lugs a year below me, when I was at Hogwarts, Crabbe and Goyle, even they would have been smarter than you. But besides, I didn't care about my O.W.L's, I was too interested in researching about this 'Lord Voldemort' that was rounding up kids to support him, and together, we'd fight the good and rule the world! It was great, it still is! Andromeda begged me not to go to that side, as my father had, and I'd have to speak to him. Even Cissy looked hesistant, but she was only a second year, so she didn't understand. I did, and even though I got Troll for all but two subjects-- Potions and DADA-- I was almost a Death Eater."

"I pleged my loyalty, and was branded with the Dark Mark in the Summer before my sixth year. I know my father was proud of me, even though he looked at me with disgust, and didn't say a word, he nodded, and I smirked and then I almost collapsed with relief. I, Bellatrix Black, was a Death Eater, at only sixteen! When I told Andromeda, she fainted, and had to go to the Hospital Wing, but Cissy congratulated me, even though she still seemed upset about it. I knew she'd never become a Death Eater, let alone Dromeda. But I didn't mind, I was the only female Death Eater, and I intended to keep it that way, for quite a while. I did, mind you. I was by far the Dark Lord's favorite, everyone knew it. I did everything he wanted, I killed for him and... and I... I liked him quite a lot, always did. You see, I'm proud of who I am, and proud of that mark on my arm. So, anyway. I had my N.E.W.T's the next year, and I got Troll on everything, I never studied. I was too busy doing anything the Dark Lord wanted, much too busy. Mother was so ashamed, as she knew I was smart really, but so was Cissy and Dromeda, and they could get all damn Outstanding's for her, but not me."

"I left Hogwarts, and then I really got started. I was killing anyone I liked, and escaping before they could catch me! I was also about to marry Rodolphus Lestrange, even though I'd have prefered to marry the Dark Lord-- I mean no one. Anyway, it was all good for years, and then that Harry Potter had to ruin everything, filthy Half blood. So, there was this prophecy, and we had to kill him, or not us, the Dark Lord did, even though I'd have gladly used Avada Kedavra on him. Instead, me, Rodolphus and his brother Rabastan, we used Crucio so much on the Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom, we tortured them to insanity! They lived in St Mungos for the rest of their lives, and good, the idiotic Gryffindors. The shame was, we all got captured and shoved into Azkaban for life, but after fifteen or so years, we escaped! Mwahaha, and they were putting up all these Wanted, Bellatrix Lestrange posters, but none of them captured me!"

"I fought in this battle in the Ministry, for the prophecy. And Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father and Cissy's husband, he dropped it, I'm sure! Oh Merlin, I could have killed him, we were so close. So I killed Sirius Black instead, my cousin. Harry Chosen One Potter went crazy, and he tried to use Crucio on me, but didn't get very far. I did feel the most tiniest of pain for the smallest amount of time, but then I just flounced off, screaming in a sing-song voice that I killed Sirius Black! Everyone tried to get me, but not even all those Aurors could get me, Bellatrix! Then, oh the most exciting thing, He showed up! The Dark Lord, he actually came! And so did Dumbledore and he defeated the Dark Lord, but little did he know what we were plotting. Because my Draco, my nephew, he became a Death Eater! And he had to kill Dumbledore, and even though it took ages, that bearded man was killed, courtesy of Severus Snape."

"Then, apparently, I was 'killed' in the Battle of Hogwarts, a year later. I bet Molly Weasley, my 'killer' was glad. Not for long! I had a Horcrux. The Dark Lord, he got killed and it was so terrible! So everything was happy, because dearest Harry Potter killed him. Oh Merlin, I was storming mad. Ready to kill, but I couldn't make an appearance that quickly.I've been hidden until now, twenty years later. I'm Bellatrix Black once again, because Rodolphus, well, I decided I didn't want to be married. I don't show love anymore... not that I showed love to the Dark Lord... Anyway, when I reappeared, Harry was gone, gone and dead and dusted. One to kill off my list. So I killed Andromeda and her husband. I didn't mean to, I think I might regret it, just a little bit. She was my sister, after all. But Cissy was still alive, and it was all good. And now I'm the new Dark Lord...ess. I'm recruiting Death Eaters, as are other loyal Death Eaters, and and oh, you'd best watch out. Because I'm Bellatrix Black and I'm back, better than ever."

YOUR GOING TO WISH

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name/alias: tayla
gender: female
age: sixteen
contact: [e-mail] - or pm.
how you found us: i forgot xD
other characters: sophia lock, sixteen, slytherin
experience: a few years
role play sample:

When coffee was on your mind, and you wanted to get some, you just had to. Of course, it was hard to go to the Café when you couldn't find any money, even though there was plenty scattered around the house somewhere. It was a very annoying problem, and Skye was currently experiencing it. She was running around her apartment - literally running - and as her dark hair flew in front of her face, it was even harder to see anything. It took her a while to remember that she'd put most of her money into the dress she wore yesterday, but eventually did, and went flying off to her bedroom. It was a very messy bedroom, but a nice one too, and Skye loved it, the blue and white sheets, and the white walls, and the blue floor, and the books and albums strewn across the floor. Or at least sometimes she loved the stuff on the, because as she was just such a clutz, she tripped straight over a pile of books, and went tumbling over, landing with a thump on the floor. She groaned, as she reached for the white and pink dress on the carpet, and stuck her hand into the pocket. She fished around for a bit, and with a jangle, she pulled out a handful of coins.

Sighing with relief, the twenty-one year old left the room, and walked down the cream colored stairs, high heels tapping loudly along the floor. Humming a tune mindlessly to herself, she walked down the street, thinking of chords that would sound nice together. Skye had been able to play the guitar for about eight or nine years now, and she spent a lot of her time doing it. Rather than getting a job. Though she hoped that her job could be a guitarist in a bad or something. It was an ambition that she was yet to fulfill, becoming famous. Of course, she had others, like any other young woman, but that was her main one, and it was almost always playing on her mind. For now though, the only thing playing on her mind was a hot cup of coffee, steaming and warm and... it'd be heaven. On Earth, mind, she wasn't about to die, even if it was for a cup of coffee, she had to be well-known before that happened.

As she walked into the Café, she breathed in the smell of coffee and the clinking of spoons and the crunch of the sugar and... She rushed to the counter, almost tripping over her own feet. Honestly, she'd be up the hospital by the end of the day! She ordered a cup of black coffee, just a simple drink, but nice one all the same. She said thank-you as she was passed the hot cup, and looked around for a table. There weren't any, apart from a couple outside. She shrugged, and walked along, just to trip a dog's paw or tail or whatever it was. She spilt some coffee on the floor, but that was the least of her worries. "Oh! D'you think it's alright?" she asked the owner, concerned. Dogs were one of Skye's favorite animals, and it'd be hard for her to bare if she hurt one. "You're cute though, aren't you?" she said to the dog, ruffling it's head with her free hand, this time holding the coffee away from the dog.

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