Post by Bellatrix Black on Sept 10, 2007 23:01:18 GMT -3
Desired Name: Bellatrix [Elladora] Black
Nicknames: Bella; Black; Trixie
Age: Seventeen
Year: Seventh
House: Slytherin
Appearance:
or Natalie Dormer Still in the midst of decision...
Bellatrix, like Narcissa, is the essance of pure beauty. But, unlike her sister's, Bella has a darker overall look. Her hair is dark brown but appears black most of the time. It curls around her face, and down to about half way down her back. Her skin is fair and pale, contrasting deeply her dark hair. Her eyes are a green, but sometimes appear golden depending on the light. They can sometimes be emotionless, but get on her bad(...or good) side and watch them breathe fire. Her figure is full in all the right places, but with a tiny waist. She is skinny, but yet is tight. Let's just say that thanks to perfect breeding, Bellatrix has the perfecgt body.
Likes: Her family; her pride; herself; boys; manipulation; getting everything she wants; a challenge; bets; being in control; her sister; Her goal (-cough- Lucius -cough-); the Dark Arts
Dislikes: Mudbloods; most half-bloods; Gryffindors; those pathetic Hufflepuffs; Blood traitors; Sirius...;Andromeda...; Not getting what she wants; sitting back and watching
Personality: Some would describe Bella as the devil reincarnated. She is pretty much and all-around bitch; and enjoys every second of it. She provides emotional and physical torture for those who practically request it for her. She has a fire about her; changing emotions extremely quickly. It is not wise to get on her bad side. However, she lets her emotions get to her, sometimes ending in her defeat.
Bellatrix is extremely fascinated by the Dark Arts; but only knows a few spells thus far. She finds the idea of power fascinating, and the Dark Lord's moto of those too weak to seek it completely to her interest; even if she has only heard it coming from her parent's hushed voices. To them, she is jsut another daughter to marry off to a wealthy pureblood; one that is good-manered and holds the Black family name high. They would disaprove of her even thinking about joining the Dark Lord. But, oh, she does. But, of course that is all "hush-hush" now.
Bella is one for a challenge. She demands everything that she wants, and when she does not get it, she plays the game hard. Bellatrix will do anything in her power to get everything she wants, and usually, of course that is some boy. She is a heavy flirt, and is extremely good at sudicing people in order to get what she wants. When she does not get what she wants, once more, Bellatrix usually lets her anger control her.
Example RP: Hmm, well since I am already on this site, I will just post a recent post from there. It's a Cissa on a all-eras-collide forum. It is horrible, I know...
Nicknames: Bella; Black; Trixie
Age: Seventeen
Year: Seventh
House: Slytherin
Appearance:
or Natalie Dormer Still in the midst of decision...
Bellatrix, like Narcissa, is the essance of pure beauty. But, unlike her sister's, Bella has a darker overall look. Her hair is dark brown but appears black most of the time. It curls around her face, and down to about half way down her back. Her skin is fair and pale, contrasting deeply her dark hair. Her eyes are a green, but sometimes appear golden depending on the light. They can sometimes be emotionless, but get on her bad(...or good) side and watch them breathe fire. Her figure is full in all the right places, but with a tiny waist. She is skinny, but yet is tight. Let's just say that thanks to perfect breeding, Bellatrix has the perfecgt body.
Likes: Her family; her pride; herself; boys; manipulation; getting everything she wants; a challenge; bets; being in control; her sister; Her goal (-cough- Lucius -cough-); the Dark Arts
Dislikes: Mudbloods; most half-bloods; Gryffindors; those pathetic Hufflepuffs; Blood traitors; Sirius...;Andromeda...; Not getting what she wants; sitting back and watching
Personality: Some would describe Bella as the devil reincarnated. She is pretty much and all-around bitch; and enjoys every second of it. She provides emotional and physical torture for those who practically request it for her. She has a fire about her; changing emotions extremely quickly. It is not wise to get on her bad side. However, she lets her emotions get to her, sometimes ending in her defeat.
Bellatrix is extremely fascinated by the Dark Arts; but only knows a few spells thus far. She finds the idea of power fascinating, and the Dark Lord's moto of those too weak to seek it completely to her interest; even if she has only heard it coming from her parent's hushed voices. To them, she is jsut another daughter to marry off to a wealthy pureblood; one that is good-manered and holds the Black family name high. They would disaprove of her even thinking about joining the Dark Lord. But, oh, she does. But, of course that is all "hush-hush" now.
Bella is one for a challenge. She demands everything that she wants, and when she does not get it, she plays the game hard. Bellatrix will do anything in her power to get everything she wants, and usually, of course that is some boy. She is a heavy flirt, and is extremely good at sudicing people in order to get what she wants. When she does not get what she wants, once more, Bellatrix usually lets her anger control her.
Example RP: Hmm, well since I am already on this site, I will just post a recent post from there. It's a Cissa on a all-eras-collide forum. It is horrible, I know...
Her hands held gently in her lap, twirling around each other: slowly intertwining and releasing. It was a habit of hers, something she did without thinking. Ironic enough, it was something she did while she was thinking. Her mind had been elsewhere throughout the entire morning. What is going on? Is there something wrong with me? Should I, perhaps, visit the nurse? Thoughts swirled around her head, as if in the midst of a terrible tornado. She was utterly confused, unsure if maybe she was going senile or losing her mind. Who were those people? Had she somehow lost her mind? Or, was this just some sort of joke: letting random kids into Hogwarts to fool her?
Only moments before, a delicate hand had grazed down the banister from the girl’s dormitories and into the common room. The ice blue eyes had watched that hand move ever so delicately on top of the polished wood banister, never once looking down at her feet. Narcissa had felt utmost certainty that she would not fall. After all, she had gone down these very steps so many times before. Her chin turned up, as it always did when her view opened to that of the common room in it’s entirely. She had planned to meet up with someone, maybe one of her sisters to head down to breakfast together. Her eyes scanned the room, ever so gently landing on each of the few people already in the common room.
And, not one did she recognize. Which, of course was completely strange. After all, she knew almost every one in her house, either by relation or by meeting them sometime in the last four years. She did grow up with half of them also, but right now there was no one she knew. Pausing, she just stood and stared at them. Maybe she just forgot their names? But her memory with names was very good. Or maybe they just transferred into the school? But would the headmaster not warn them of such? After a few gave her curious glances, as if they had no idea who she was, Narcissa silently left the Slytherin Common Room.
Without thinking, she made her way down the corridors, up the steps and through a few more hallways until she arrived at two elegantly carved oak doors. Using a hand, she pushed one open, slipping outside. She was no longer hungry. Where was she? She was still at Hogwarts, of course. Everything was exactly the same. Making her way down the maze of paths in the gardens, she arrived at the circle filled with roses of ever which color. In the center stood a fountain, of a beautiful witch laying down with a rose in her hand. The same as always.
She began to circle the fountain, her eyes on the roses. They appeared the be the same. And, indeed. She arrived at a plant, one of which carried a wilting rose. However, off of the same stem held a bud, not quite ready to open. It was a detail she had discovered the day before. Okay, so she was in her Hogwarts. Maybe she just did not know that group of Slytherins. They could have been younger students, whom she did not talk to much. Although, some did look like seventh years. Maybe they just matured fast? Kids these days seemed to grow at incredible rates, their bodies becoming disproportionate. No doubt because of bad breeding. The filth that was spreading throughout the wizarding world these days always made Narcissa have a sour taste in her mouth.
Sighing, she walked by the roses once more, her eyes falling upon a single one. Red. Blood red in fact, its beauty stunning above the rest around it. Reaching out, Narcissa grasped the stem. And, in a quick moment there was a prick on her finger, and a warn trickling down her hand. Letting go quickly, she brought her hand to her, holding that injured hand’s wrist in her left hand. Indeed, there was a thorn upon that rose. She saw it now as a drop of blood fell off of it. A small smile came across her face. Every rose has it’s thorns, right? a small, quiet laughter escaped her lips. Reaching out once more, she quickly pulled the flower free from its stem. Narcissa quietly twirled it, bringing it back with her to the wooden bench near the fountain. Her eyes stared blankly once more at the rose, attempting to figure out what was going on.
Only moments before, a delicate hand had grazed down the banister from the girl’s dormitories and into the common room. The ice blue eyes had watched that hand move ever so delicately on top of the polished wood banister, never once looking down at her feet. Narcissa had felt utmost certainty that she would not fall. After all, she had gone down these very steps so many times before. Her chin turned up, as it always did when her view opened to that of the common room in it’s entirely. She had planned to meet up with someone, maybe one of her sisters to head down to breakfast together. Her eyes scanned the room, ever so gently landing on each of the few people already in the common room.
And, not one did she recognize. Which, of course was completely strange. After all, she knew almost every one in her house, either by relation or by meeting them sometime in the last four years. She did grow up with half of them also, but right now there was no one she knew. Pausing, she just stood and stared at them. Maybe she just forgot their names? But her memory with names was very good. Or maybe they just transferred into the school? But would the headmaster not warn them of such? After a few gave her curious glances, as if they had no idea who she was, Narcissa silently left the Slytherin Common Room.
Without thinking, she made her way down the corridors, up the steps and through a few more hallways until she arrived at two elegantly carved oak doors. Using a hand, she pushed one open, slipping outside. She was no longer hungry. Where was she? She was still at Hogwarts, of course. Everything was exactly the same. Making her way down the maze of paths in the gardens, she arrived at the circle filled with roses of ever which color. In the center stood a fountain, of a beautiful witch laying down with a rose in her hand. The same as always.
She began to circle the fountain, her eyes on the roses. They appeared the be the same. And, indeed. She arrived at a plant, one of which carried a wilting rose. However, off of the same stem held a bud, not quite ready to open. It was a detail she had discovered the day before. Okay, so she was in her Hogwarts. Maybe she just did not know that group of Slytherins. They could have been younger students, whom she did not talk to much. Although, some did look like seventh years. Maybe they just matured fast? Kids these days seemed to grow at incredible rates, their bodies becoming disproportionate. No doubt because of bad breeding. The filth that was spreading throughout the wizarding world these days always made Narcissa have a sour taste in her mouth.
Sighing, she walked by the roses once more, her eyes falling upon a single one. Red. Blood red in fact, its beauty stunning above the rest around it. Reaching out, Narcissa grasped the stem. And, in a quick moment there was a prick on her finger, and a warn trickling down her hand. Letting go quickly, she brought her hand to her, holding that injured hand’s wrist in her left hand. Indeed, there was a thorn upon that rose. She saw it now as a drop of blood fell off of it. A small smile came across her face. Every rose has it’s thorns, right? a small, quiet laughter escaped her lips. Reaching out once more, she quickly pulled the flower free from its stem. Narcissa quietly twirled it, bringing it back with her to the wooden bench near the fountain. Her eyes stared blankly once more at the rose, attempting to figure out what was going on.
