Post by bellatrix on Dec 5, 2011 21:54:44 GMT -5
bellatrix proserpina lestrange
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Full Name;; Bellatrix Proserpina Lestrange
Age/Date Of Birth;; 1951
Group/Occupation;; Death Eater
Heritage;; Pureblood
Hogwart's House;; Slytherin
Wand;; 12 ¾ inches long – Walnut & Dragon Heartstring
Species/Race;; Witch
Powers/Abilities;;
+ Skilled Occlumens
+ Fond of all forms of the Dark Arts, especially skilled at the Cruciatus Curse
+ Can perform nonverbal magic – to a certain degree
+ Above average agility for her age – comes in handy when deflecting spells and dueling younger opponents
RP Samples;;
The Dark Lord was angry once more; his anger directed toward Yaxley now, who had failed to retrieve the proper information from the Ministry of Magic that they were so incredibly close to taking over. He was sniveling on the floor now, his head at the at the Dark Lord’s feet, his body shaking as he moaned apologies and begged for it to stop. Her Lord paid him no mind, lazily raising his wand and directing it to the still convulsing body yet again. Watching Yaxley arch and twist upon the ground like a deranged, human, Nagini, she fingered her own wand at her side, trying and failing to keep a maniac smile away. If her master would only let her do it…If he would permit her to torture the blockhead before him…There was no higher honor.
Bellatrix had been at the service of The Dark Lord for as long as she could remember. There had never been a time in which she had doubted her faith for him. She had stood strong; she had been proud of her wonderfully pure blood and still prouder of her closeness to the most powerful wizard in all the world. Azkaban had been nothing, for in her heart she had always known that he would come back. When the Potter boy, had…well, she couldn’t bear to think about it. She had been utterly devastated, of course and not the least bit happy as some of the others had been. There were a few, like herself, who had been loyal until their leader had returned.
They had braved Azkaban, had almost rotted away with only the demontors and the voices in their heads to keep them company, yet there wasn’t a second that Bella regretted this form of “punishment” the wizarding community had forced upon her. They had done her a favor; proved that she was the Dark Lord’s most devoted servant and nothing could make her feel truly sorry for what she had done. Never before had she regretted a torture session or kill, never had she been afraid to share her faith with the world, to jinx and curse and force insanity upon any that defied the Death Eaters and what they worked for. It made perfect sense to her, that there would be sacrifices for the greater good, and the filthy blood of useless mudbloods and wizards that got in the way were the best kind. They deserved to suffer and die, just as Yaxley who had failed to follow orders deserved the pain he was currently experiencing.
Her eyes narrowed in disappointment as her Master’s wand flicked and the screams became silent. Would he kill him for disobeying? Was it over? Already she missed the shouts, the incessant pleading. She began to raise her own wand, to continue, her mouth already forming the word, but caught herself at the very last moment, hurriedly lowering her arm and shooting a fearful glance at her Lord. Perhaps he hadn’t seen…Perhaps the smallest of slip ups would remain undetected…
“Now, now, Bella.” The voice was high, thin, and cold. It made her heart gallop wildly in her chest and her hollowed cheeks flush with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. She should have known that he’d catch it. There was nothing that he missed.
“I am sorry, Master.” Her voice was quiet, yet unwavering and she bowed her head, peering up at him through limp and graying curls. Had he grown angry with her? It was impossible to tell. His slitted eyes betrayed nothing. There wasn’t a hint of emotion in his snake like face. The silence that followed her own apology was unnerving, yet she was reluctant to press on, afraid of what he would do. It had been an accident, she had grown excited, but would he understand that?
“Did you think that I needed your help?”
Shocked, she straightened up, wild eyes widening. “No!” she said, her voice shrill. “No, no. My Lord, I shouldn’t have. I never meant for it to seem that way! I—“ She faltered as the hand rose into the air again, wand still grasped firmly in a long fingered white hand. “Master, please.” He was pointing it at her, and she took a hurried step back, cringing at the bang that followed and turning around in confusion when she felt nothing. The door had flown open, and standing in the doorway was the last man she wanted to see when spending quality time with her Master. Severus Snape. Greasy hair swinging as he slouched into the room sneering at the sight of her, she suppressed the urge to curse the irritating look off of his leathery face. He had no business acting high and mighty when he had followed Dumbledore around like a mangy mutt while she and her husband had suffered.
“Ah, Severus.” The hook nosed creature walked past her and gave their master a curt nod, further infuriating her. The traitor couldn’t even bother to address his leader properly, yet he still managed to stay on his good side…It wasn’t fair! “Leave us, Bella.”
She pushed past Snape without a word, knocking him with her shoulder as she bowed out of the room with a scowl. Slamming the door behind her, she unconsciously burned the banister as she stormed down the steps, grumbling and blowing up a vase as she went. “Filthy… Untrustworthy… Two faced and a liar...Has no respect…If he’d only try and hex me…I'd...It would be worth His anger…I’d be doing him a favor...Getting rid of that greasy piece of filth...”
Bellatrix had been at the service of The Dark Lord for as long as she could remember. There had never been a time in which she had doubted her faith for him. She had stood strong; she had been proud of her wonderfully pure blood and still prouder of her closeness to the most powerful wizard in all the world. Azkaban had been nothing, for in her heart she had always known that he would come back. When the Potter boy, had…well, she couldn’t bear to think about it. She had been utterly devastated, of course and not the least bit happy as some of the others had been. There were a few, like herself, who had been loyal until their leader had returned.
They had braved Azkaban, had almost rotted away with only the demontors and the voices in their heads to keep them company, yet there wasn’t a second that Bella regretted this form of “punishment” the wizarding community had forced upon her. They had done her a favor; proved that she was the Dark Lord’s most devoted servant and nothing could make her feel truly sorry for what she had done. Never before had she regretted a torture session or kill, never had she been afraid to share her faith with the world, to jinx and curse and force insanity upon any that defied the Death Eaters and what they worked for. It made perfect sense to her, that there would be sacrifices for the greater good, and the filthy blood of useless mudbloods and wizards that got in the way were the best kind. They deserved to suffer and die, just as Yaxley who had failed to follow orders deserved the pain he was currently experiencing.
Her eyes narrowed in disappointment as her Master’s wand flicked and the screams became silent. Would he kill him for disobeying? Was it over? Already she missed the shouts, the incessant pleading. She began to raise her own wand, to continue, her mouth already forming the word, but caught herself at the very last moment, hurriedly lowering her arm and shooting a fearful glance at her Lord. Perhaps he hadn’t seen…Perhaps the smallest of slip ups would remain undetected…
“Now, now, Bella.” The voice was high, thin, and cold. It made her heart gallop wildly in her chest and her hollowed cheeks flush with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. She should have known that he’d catch it. There was nothing that he missed.
“I am sorry, Master.” Her voice was quiet, yet unwavering and she bowed her head, peering up at him through limp and graying curls. Had he grown angry with her? It was impossible to tell. His slitted eyes betrayed nothing. There wasn’t a hint of emotion in his snake like face. The silence that followed her own apology was unnerving, yet she was reluctant to press on, afraid of what he would do. It had been an accident, she had grown excited, but would he understand that?
“Did you think that I needed your help?”
Shocked, she straightened up, wild eyes widening. “No!” she said, her voice shrill. “No, no. My Lord, I shouldn’t have. I never meant for it to seem that way! I—“ She faltered as the hand rose into the air again, wand still grasped firmly in a long fingered white hand. “Master, please.” He was pointing it at her, and she took a hurried step back, cringing at the bang that followed and turning around in confusion when she felt nothing. The door had flown open, and standing in the doorway was the last man she wanted to see when spending quality time with her Master. Severus Snape. Greasy hair swinging as he slouched into the room sneering at the sight of her, she suppressed the urge to curse the irritating look off of his leathery face. He had no business acting high and mighty when he had followed Dumbledore around like a mangy mutt while she and her husband had suffered.
“Ah, Severus.” The hook nosed creature walked past her and gave their master a curt nod, further infuriating her. The traitor couldn’t even bother to address his leader properly, yet he still managed to stay on his good side…It wasn’t fair! “Leave us, Bella.”
She pushed past Snape without a word, knocking him with her shoulder as she bowed out of the room with a scowl. Slamming the door behind her, she unconsciously burned the banister as she stormed down the steps, grumbling and blowing up a vase as she went. “Filthy… Untrustworthy… Two faced and a liar...Has no respect…If he’d only try and hex me…I'd...It would be worth His anger…I’d be doing him a favor...Getting rid of that greasy piece of filth...”
One moment, Bellatrix had been ignoring the petty insults being thrown at her and giggling like a mad woman over the contorting body of what Ashah had shouted something about being Sparky, the next she had been hit by what felt like a bus, knocking the air out of her lungs and slamming her onto the floor in the same fluid motion. Faintly, she was aware of herself screaming at Derek’s daughter as they struggled, her heart pounding ten times faster, the blood roaring in her ears as new adrenaline pumped throughout her veins, “HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME, YOU ELF LOVING TWAT!”
Ash Tray fought like a muggle, desperately trying to wrench Bella’s wand out of her hands and she supposed that if she weren’t so angry that she had been blatantly shoved to the floor over a stupid servant that was less than human, she would have found the situation humorous. Unfortunately, however, the girl was strong. More than once, Bella found herself almost losing hold of the source of her power, the wand that had broken so many, yet each time, she tightened her hold on it. She should blow her head off for that. “HOW DARE YOU ATTACK YOUR ELDERS? HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME THE DARK LORD'S MOST LOYAL SUPPORTER? I’LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THAT, YOU STUPID BRAT!”
Twisting her wrist out of Ash’s hands, she pointed her wand directly at her chest, slashing it through the air and cutting a thin strip out of her t-shirt and flesh. The wound wasn’t meant to be serious—there would be plenty of time for pain later—only to distract the ignorant animal that the younger Death Eater had turned into. Laughing now, Bella shoved the girl off of her and onto the floor, jumping to her feet and kicking her in the ribs for good measure. “It’s time you learnt some respect,” she snarled. “Obviously Daddy-Kins has taught you nothing. Not to worry, though. Mummy Bella’s here now.” This would be the last time Ash Tray would ever call her a bitch and get away with it. Never again would she be nice enough to spare her life, and she was determined to get that point across.
“It really was a mistake, you know. You’ve proved to me where your loyalties lie. You’d rather defend the weak and useless than join in on the fun.” Still prodding her body with her boot, she walked in a slow circle, tapping her chin with her wand and sniggering. “The Dark Lord’s killed plenty of house elves. I’m sure he’d approve of ending yours if he saw you now.” Bellatrix liked to think that Master was on her side ninety nine percent of the time, despite the fact that it was near impossible to know what was going through his head. They were alike in lots of ways, though.—she and her Lord, especially in their hatred for Itty Bitty Baby Potter. Ashah had made the list of children she’d love to murder now, and she was sure He'd agree with her. It was a shame that she was Derek’s child…No, not even; it was a shame that Derek was loyal to her Master, or she wouldn’t have thought twice about it.
Chest still heaving, she swept her hair out of her face, frowning at the sight of the scars her curtain of hair had been hiding. Through the ripped shirt, a bite mark stared back at her, the puckered skin shining above the new gash she had gifted her with. “My, my,” she breathed, smirking and tilting her head as she bent down to investigate. “What’s this?” she questioned, poking the bite with the tip of her wand. “Did Fenrir take a chunk out of you, Ash Tray?” Registering her own words, her dark eyes grew even larger and she gasped, clutching her chest and straightening up. “Oh! But…that must mean. YOU’RE A MONGREL!” Did the Dark Lord know? Probably. Was there anything he didn’t know? No. Of course not. Why was she questioning Him? Master was all knowing... Why had no one told her?!
“Mm. I suppose beasts will defend beasts. Still, I’d have thought you had at least an ounce of human left. Flying at me like a rabid dog; you’re pathetic.” She laughed again, the sound overly loud and obnoxious. “Get your wand and fight me like a witch, Doggy. Or have you forgotten how to do magic as well?” Eager for a real duel now, she tapped her foot against the floor, all of her attention focused on the werewolf. If Ash Tray came at her, fists flying like a muggle again, she would waste no time in cursing her instead of her stupid elf friend. Bellatrix was not against fighting the defenseless, especially when the defenseless had had the nerve to jump on her. The girl had cut her fun short and ruined her hair. Bella wasn’t in the mood to play around anymore. This was serious.
Ash Tray fought like a muggle, desperately trying to wrench Bella’s wand out of her hands and she supposed that if she weren’t so angry that she had been blatantly shoved to the floor over a stupid servant that was less than human, she would have found the situation humorous. Unfortunately, however, the girl was strong. More than once, Bella found herself almost losing hold of the source of her power, the wand that had broken so many, yet each time, she tightened her hold on it. She should blow her head off for that. “HOW DARE YOU ATTACK YOUR ELDERS? HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME THE DARK LORD'S MOST LOYAL SUPPORTER? I’LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THAT, YOU STUPID BRAT!”
Twisting her wrist out of Ash’s hands, she pointed her wand directly at her chest, slashing it through the air and cutting a thin strip out of her t-shirt and flesh. The wound wasn’t meant to be serious—there would be plenty of time for pain later—only to distract the ignorant animal that the younger Death Eater had turned into. Laughing now, Bella shoved the girl off of her and onto the floor, jumping to her feet and kicking her in the ribs for good measure. “It’s time you learnt some respect,” she snarled. “Obviously Daddy-Kins has taught you nothing. Not to worry, though. Mummy Bella’s here now.” This would be the last time Ash Tray would ever call her a bitch and get away with it. Never again would she be nice enough to spare her life, and she was determined to get that point across.
“It really was a mistake, you know. You’ve proved to me where your loyalties lie. You’d rather defend the weak and useless than join in on the fun.” Still prodding her body with her boot, she walked in a slow circle, tapping her chin with her wand and sniggering. “The Dark Lord’s killed plenty of house elves. I’m sure he’d approve of ending yours if he saw you now.” Bellatrix liked to think that Master was on her side ninety nine percent of the time, despite the fact that it was near impossible to know what was going through his head. They were alike in lots of ways, though.—she and her Lord, especially in their hatred for Itty Bitty Baby Potter. Ashah had made the list of children she’d love to murder now, and she was sure He'd agree with her. It was a shame that she was Derek’s child…No, not even; it was a shame that Derek was loyal to her Master, or she wouldn’t have thought twice about it.
Chest still heaving, she swept her hair out of her face, frowning at the sight of the scars her curtain of hair had been hiding. Through the ripped shirt, a bite mark stared back at her, the puckered skin shining above the new gash she had gifted her with. “My, my,” she breathed, smirking and tilting her head as she bent down to investigate. “What’s this?” she questioned, poking the bite with the tip of her wand. “Did Fenrir take a chunk out of you, Ash Tray?” Registering her own words, her dark eyes grew even larger and she gasped, clutching her chest and straightening up. “Oh! But…that must mean. YOU’RE A MONGREL!” Did the Dark Lord know? Probably. Was there anything he didn’t know? No. Of course not. Why was she questioning Him? Master was all knowing... Why had no one told her?!
“Mm. I suppose beasts will defend beasts. Still, I’d have thought you had at least an ounce of human left. Flying at me like a rabid dog; you’re pathetic.” She laughed again, the sound overly loud and obnoxious. “Get your wand and fight me like a witch, Doggy. Or have you forgotten how to do magic as well?” Eager for a real duel now, she tapped her foot against the floor, all of her attention focused on the werewolf. If Ash Tray came at her, fists flying like a muggle again, she would waste no time in cursing her instead of her stupid elf friend. Bellatrix was not against fighting the defenseless, especially when the defenseless had had the nerve to jump on her. The girl had cut her fun short and ruined her hair. Bella wasn’t in the mood to play around anymore. This was serious.
played by the wondrous; ana banana <3
who is, in fact, bellatrix lestrange.
don't you forget it, mudbloods.
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