Post by aerith on Apr 4, 2009 14:37:26 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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Bellatrix Lestrange[/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Bella
AGE: (assuming this is 2008, ten years after DH) Fifty-seven
D.O.B.: December 19th, 1951
ALLEGIANCE: The Dark Lord
PROFESSION: Death Eater
WAND TYPE: 12 3/4 in., walnut, unyielding, dragon heartstring core
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Very dark as her hair is, almost impossible to to see her pupils
HEIGHT: 5' 9"
WEIGHT: 120 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Bella is very bony and skeletal, thin and worn down.
VOICE: Her speaking voice is often raspy, yet cold and taunting.
PERSONAL STYLE: Anything normally goes, Bella doesn't care too much about appearance. She normally chooses anything black, whether its a black corset or cloak.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Bella represents only the ghost of something once beautiful. In her earlier years, she was the envy of the school looks-wise. Her hair is now dark and matted, tangled beyond redemption. Her face hollow and bony, her features sharp as if she was a marble statue take away from her heart-shaped face. Her lips are light and thin against her ivory skin. Her eyes are heavily-lidded, irises darkly-colored so the pupils are very difficult to pick out. Her eyes are probably her most threatening feature, taunting and black. Her skin is pale-white, a large contrast to the black of her hair.
She is thin as can be and taller than many women, at 5' 9". She moves quite cautiously, yet oddly gracefully with every step. She is very old fashioned in dress and appearance, usually choosing a black dress and corset, giving her more of the dark appearance she has always had.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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-Serving the dark lord
-Torture
-Being dominant over others
-Narcissa (at times)
-Causing physical and emotional pain
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
-Mudbloods
-Half-breeds
-Certain individuals (Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin... the list can go on and on.)
-Anyone against the dark lord
-Show-offs (other than herself)
GOALS:
-To be and stay the most loyal follower of Voldemort
BOGGART: Her one want in the world is to eventually be with The Dark Lord, for him to accept her and see that he, indeed, loves her back. She believes someday he'll look and her and realize his true feelings for her, so her one fear would be that he would reject her romantically.
PATRONUS: After such a long time of being without her master after his supposed "downfall" the night Potter was born, she was in agony to see him again, sometimes questioning herself if he was truly gone. She will never forget the joy she felt when he was reborn and came to break his followers out of Azkaban.
DEMENTOR: Bella is always put in quite the discomfort when The Dark Lord is angry with her. Her worst memory so far was a little after she graduated from Hogwarts and was his follower 24/7. She was on a mission for him, when her and the other three death eaters with her attracted attention a little outside Hogsmeade and had no choice but to abandon the mission and return to him empty-handed. Bella, being so young and inexperienced at the time, received quite the scolding from him. Such yelling that she'd never forget.
AMORENTIA: Ashes, blood, and anything really that represents destruction.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Psycotic, devoted, sadistic, passionate, tempermental, impatient, stubborn
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Druella Rosier Black
BROTHER(S): None
SISTER(S): Andromeda Black
Narcissa Black
OTHER:
Rodolphus Lestrange - husband
Lucius Malfoy and Rabastion Lestrange - brothers in-law
Sirius and Regulus Black - cousins
Draco Malfoy - nephew
Nymphadora Lupin (Tonks) - niece [whether she likes it or not]
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
HOMETOWN: London
CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Malfoy Mansion
BIOGRAPHY:
Bella was the first born of the three Black sisters, older than Andromeda by one year and Narcissa by two years. She was raised as any other Black child, to support and worship Lord Voldemort, but they really did go overboard raising Bella.
Once Bella's powers had fully matured at the age of nine, her parents noticed the strong power she had at such a young age and made the decision to bring her up to be a death eater. She had undergone some training in the dark arts in her last two years before Hogwarts, and once she got her letter she already had a vast knowledge of magic, curses in particular.
Throughout her first six years of Hogwarts, she made both friends and enemies, but definitely more enemies. She is widely known around the school for many things, mainly her attitude and blood status. Gryffindors hated her the most along with the mudbloods, and the only people who didn't hate her were some Slytherins. But she didn't mind. To get others to hate her had been her goal the entire time.
Once out of Hogwarts, she went on to serve the dark lord loyally. Though marrying Rodolphus Lestrange, her one true love had always been her master, and had married Rodolphus only because of his blood. Though Rodolphus doesn't know that, the idiot doesn't even notice anything wrong.
With the disappearance of Lord Voldemort, she became frantic to be with him again. Though most abandoned him after he disappeared, Bella and some other death eaters ended up torturing the aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom for information, but ended up being thrown into Azkaban.
After fourteen long years in Azkaban, she was broken out along with some other death eaters by The Dark Lord, and went on to take part in the remaining battles, such as at the Department of Mysteries later that year and the Battle of Hogwarts, the final battle where The Dark Lord finally defeated Harry Potter.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: About three to four years
HOW YOU FOUND US: Advertisements
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
RP SAMPLE:
Being a female death eater wasn't the best idea considering the circumstances. The Dark Lord's Lair, where she was now residing with other death eaters because of his generosity, his willingness to share his lair with others. Bella didn't know for sure whether this was truly out of generosity or just because of his followers having no secure place to hide from the ministry, but all the same she was grateful... except when it came to the other death eaters.
Now she had to spend time with Rodolphus or he would start catching on to her hatred for him. Before, when she didn't have anywhere to go, she had the excuse of being on the run from the ministry and they went their separate ways. But here, he was there next to her, watching her every change in facial expression. Whether he knew her true affections were toward Voldemort, she didn't know, but she had to stay loyal to her husband or face some turmoil in the future.
Bella winced when he kissed her on the cheek and scooted away, trying to keep her cool as she allowed him to show his own affections for her. She sat on the edge of her bed, trying to ignore Rodolphus in his attempts to win over the eldest of the Black girls again. It did save her from the prying eyes of the other disgusting vermin in this place, having Rodolphus there, but now that she thought about it, who was worse? Rodolphus, or one of them?
Bella's head jerked in the direction of the door, of those entering she recognized Fenrir in his other form and another of his breed who she didn't know well at all. Putrid beasts, she thought. Bella had a lot to say about anyone who she could pick apart from the regular death eaters. Yet she couldn't help but find joy when one of the werewolves decided to make Goyle its meal. Must have hurt like hell. She cackled at the thought of pain.
Bella's eyes left the newcomers immediately when she noticed another being in the room. There he was. The Dark Lord, standing there, majestically in his lordliness. Bella felt as if there was a magnetic force between them, screaming at Bella from inside her heart to get closer to him, maybe even touch him, though that would be crossing the line. That one time she had felt compelled to touch him, he wasn't too pleased with Bella, let's just say. But it was always that learning from doing scenario. You touch, you feel pain. And next time, you remember if you do it again, there's pain in it also.
Bella forgot that she was in a room with others, as she often does in the presence of The Dark Lord, unable to recognize others within her line of sight because he outshined everyone. She stood up and walked cautiously over to the group, grinning her infamous smirk. She hovered over his shoulder, her body only an inch away from his. It took a lot of resistance for Bella to not close this distance, to not do anything she knew would infuriate her master. Her eyes stared into his from the side, taking in everything she could of this magical moment even though he hadn't noticed her... yet.
Now she had to spend time with Rodolphus or he would start catching on to her hatred for him. Before, when she didn't have anywhere to go, she had the excuse of being on the run from the ministry and they went their separate ways. But here, he was there next to her, watching her every change in facial expression. Whether he knew her true affections were toward Voldemort, she didn't know, but she had to stay loyal to her husband or face some turmoil in the future.
Bella winced when he kissed her on the cheek and scooted away, trying to keep her cool as she allowed him to show his own affections for her. She sat on the edge of her bed, trying to ignore Rodolphus in his attempts to win over the eldest of the Black girls again. It did save her from the prying eyes of the other disgusting vermin in this place, having Rodolphus there, but now that she thought about it, who was worse? Rodolphus, or one of them?
Bella's head jerked in the direction of the door, of those entering she recognized Fenrir in his other form and another of his breed who she didn't know well at all. Putrid beasts, she thought. Bella had a lot to say about anyone who she could pick apart from the regular death eaters. Yet she couldn't help but find joy when one of the werewolves decided to make Goyle its meal. Must have hurt like hell. She cackled at the thought of pain.
Bella's eyes left the newcomers immediately when she noticed another being in the room. There he was. The Dark Lord, standing there, majestically in his lordliness. Bella felt as if there was a magnetic force between them, screaming at Bella from inside her heart to get closer to him, maybe even touch him, though that would be crossing the line. That one time she had felt compelled to touch him, he wasn't too pleased with Bella, let's just say. But it was always that learning from doing scenario. You touch, you feel pain. And next time, you remember if you do it again, there's pain in it also.
Bella forgot that she was in a room with others, as she often does in the presence of The Dark Lord, unable to recognize others within her line of sight because he outshined everyone. She stood up and walked cautiously over to the group, grinning her infamous smirk. She hovered over his shoulder, her body only an inch away from his. It took a lot of resistance for Bella to not close this distance, to not do anything she knew would infuriate her master. Her eyes stared into his from the side, taking in everything she could of this magical moment even though he hadn't noticed her... yet.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY CATE AKA GIRL TALKK
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COLOURS ARE PERMITTED, BUT DO NOT CHANGE LYRICS ("USE SOMEBODY"
KINGS OF LEON). ENJOY!