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Application for Bellatrix Black
Player Information
Name: Laura
Age: 23
IM screen names: zombiebunni
Email: painfulybored@yahoo.com
Character Information
Name of character you are applying for: Bellatrix Black
Age of character you are applying for: 25
Birthday: December 17, 1951
PB: Christina Ricci
Wand: Walnut and dragon heartstring, 12 & 3/4 inches
House at Hogwarts: Slytherin (1963-1970)
Family
Parents: Cygnus Black and Druella Rosier
Siblings: Narcissa (Black) Malfoyand Andromeda (Black) Tonks
Family interactions:
In her very young years Bellatrix was a willfully rebellious and stubborn child. While initially restricted to just her mother, her disobedience soon earned her father's punishment. As her potential for magic became apparent, they often used exposure to the Dark Arts to bargain for good behavior. She would eventually learn to manipulate those around her, instead of simply stamping her proverbial feet. Her seemingly marvelous transformation drew the affection and praise of her parents. Since her younger sisters were then compelling the attention of her parents, she adopted a more dutiful daughterly role to maintain her pedestaled status.
When her sisters were born, Bellatrix understood them to be little less than toys for her amusement. As they grew, so she grew to love them, though she never entirely considered the three of them equals. She saw it as her role to help raise them, to educate them, and protect them - especially the softer Narcissa. When Andromeda's inanely "progressive" ideas led the youngest Black sister to do the unspeakable, Bellatrix had never been more shamed. Unable to tolerate this association from being ascribed to her, she (like her parents) shunned her completely. The loss of one sister prompted her to more closely guard the other.
She was raised with the understanding that she would eventually marry her cousin Sirius - a matter so taken for granted it was rarely discussed. However, when he rejected her along with the rest of the Blacks, her rage flared. She blamed him for subverting what she believed to be her destiny of preserving their family line. This was just another injustice she added to the ever-growing list of ills brought about by muggles, mudbloods, and the blood traitors who tolerated them.
Occupation: Death Eater, having no need for an income
Residence: While living, Black Manor
Financial status: While living, extremely wealthy
Political views: Death Eater, pure blood supremacist
Blood Status: Pure Blood
Sexuality: Heterosexual. Although she is comfortable using sex to get something from women, this is just an extension of her habitual manipulation.
Physical description
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Distinguishing marks: The Dark Mark on her left arm, which is almost always concealed by magic or clothing.
Give us a description of your character's appearance:
Bellatrix has a tall, slender frame. Her large, heavy lidded eyes are the deep gray-blue of storm clouds, and draw the focus up from her comparatively small mouth. Her face is nearly always occupied by a haughty mask of boredom, particularly in public. Long, voluminous black locks have yet to acquire their spiral curls. Considering herself a true aristocrat and creature of fashion, Bellatrix is loathe to appear in anything markedly muggle.
Give us a description of your character's personality:
Bellatrix is power-hungry, clever, and aggressive, which fuels what she perceives to be a perfectly justified level of narcissism. Her ego is fueled by the praise and admiration of others, as well as trumping opponents of any kind. She takes great offense when those she considers beneath her make any attempt to secure what she perceived to be rightfully hers. While highly susceptible to veneration and flattery, she honestly trusts a painfully few number of people. Among those she considers to be her peers she allows her disdain for the lower rungs of society to shine through, while in public she in more reserved. Her temper comes fast and hard, but she is capable of sustaining a grudge to the end of her days. Exercising her sadism and satisfying her lust for blood is profoundly gratifying and her most keen artistic expression. Also a singularly committed witch, her support, loyalty, and dedication to a desire, cause, or person is rarely diminished.
She epitomizes hedonism, a fact she takes some pride in. She fails to observes many of the social niceties, completely confident that her blood purity and former wealth excuse her from such requirements except perhaps in formal settings. However, she never fails to lord and position or status over those beneath her, often expecting to receive a level of decorum she is unwilling to give out. This is partly because she only the Dark Lord ever truly deserved her submission, and in his absence few others measure up.
History
Please give us a brief history of what happened to your character past canon to bring them to this point.
After being killed by Molly Weasley, Bellatrix is revived. Incoherently making her way as far from Hogwarts as possible, she regains awareness on the edges of Hogsmeade. She swiftly apparates to Black Manor to find it empty and appearing as if it had been closed for some time. Taking the floo to Rodolphus' bedroom, she finds that Lestrange Manor is deserted as well. Finally, she apparates to Malfoy Manor, hoping someone there can give her answers.
Resurrected Characters
If your character is one of the resurrected, what is their last memory and why have they returned at their particular age?:
Bellatrix' last memory is the night the Dark Lord took a keen personal interest in her development. He expressed His belief in her great potential, laying the groundwork to cultivate what would eventually become her violent, frenzied loyalty. This marks the beginning of her ascent to his right hand, and it is this moment she would cling to for the rest of her life, this happy, glorious moment, to see her through the trials and tribulations she would face for her Lord. She was in the early stages of her courtship with Rodolphus. At this point in her life she was eagerly aware of the promise of the future, and certain of her destined greatness.
Why have they been brought back?
Lucius' need of her draws her back. She also comes to believe that she has returned to save the wizarding world from its destruction, which would surely follow if it were opened to muggles.
Plotting
How does your character feel about the post-war world?:
Appalled. She can barely believe the Dark Lord ultimately failed in his efforts, and finds the current treatment of some of the purest wizarding families utterly revolting. Although profoundly devoted to her departed Lord and the cause, she does not remember a time when her Death Eater status was nothing more than an unconfirmed rumor to the general population. Her primary objective is self-preservation.
What short and long term goals do you have for your character?:
Short term - Apart from trying to understand how and why the world she knew has so drastically changed she will be looking for means of survival.
Long term - These depend a bit more on the major plot arcs within the game. If a Death Eater presence precipitates, she would be keenly driven to gather them and spur them on toward reclaiming power. If such conditions arise she would frequently seek hostilities against the Weasley family, as she would be aware that Molly had killed her. She will publicly, passionately oppose muggle inclusion, viewing such action to be her destiny - to save the wizarding world, even if it is from itself.
Writing Sample
Bellatrix held tightly to the resolve that kept her from trembling. The Dark Lord had asked her to stay behind, alone. That very evening he had praised her progress before the assembled group, mitigating the fear that she was to be punished. And yet here she was, in what seemed to be the Dark Lord's personal, private study awaiting his return. When at long last the door clicked open Bellatrix whirled around and dropped to her knees. This was the only man before whom she felt perfectly contented to bow.
"You may rise," he granted bemusedly, moving to take a seat on the large leather couch.
She watched him take him glide across the hardwood floor, elegant black robes trailing behind him. He gestured to open space beside him. Moving with her practiced, feline grace, she managed not to reveal the harried state of her nerves. Thrilled though she was to be the recipient of his full attention, the awe she had for him made it nonetheless frightfully intimidating.
"You know," he said, reclining against the soft, worn leather, "when your uncle first brought you to my attention, I was skeptical. Even in the purest families I have found, much to my disappointment, that women lack the constitution to support our aims on the front lines."
Her face a placid but attentive. The Dark Lord was hardly one to speak to unless it was obvious such permission was given. There was a tension in the air, and she felt something important looming on the horizon. Just to be so near a man with such power inspired an excitement she could barely contain.
"And yet, Dolohov tells me that the Prewett brothers actually stood a chance of surviving until you entered the fray," he continued, his small smile bending his mouth. "And praise from Dolohov is high praise indeed."
When he expression turned expectant, she humbly replied, "No greatness can be achieved without whole-hearted dedication to the task at hand. Once you give yourself over to something completely, the particulars of doing the thing seems natural and intuitive."
Had she been speaking with anyone else, her tones would have been drenched in sarcasm.
"Ah," he nodded approvingly. "And this is your heart's desire? Greatness?"
"More than anything, my Lord," she answered fervently.
Quite surprisingly, he quickly rose to his feet. He held out his hand to her, and instantly hers lifted to fill it. The sensation was electrifying. He led her to face the mirror above the mantle, standing just behind her. His hands gently gripping her shoulders, the feel of his chest ghosted along her back.
Placing his head just over her shoulder he said softly, "I see a woman fated for glory and greatness. I know you have been deeply wronged, even those within your own family have sought to prevent you from claiming your desires. But I, I can give you greatness beyond what you are even able to imagine. You revel in the darkest arts and curses with a passion that nearly matches my own. With such a servant for such a lord, how we could not possibly fail in bending this world to my will, my dear Bella."
Her breath caught in her throat as his eyes bore into hers. She had never dreamed, well fantasized perhaps, but never realistically hoped that he might be so close to her, that he would touch her with so much assumed familiarity, that he would speak to her in a voice like a lover's. Her body hummed with energy, intoxicated with his presence. Surely this man would enable her to achieve her wildest dreams, to avenge herself against those who had wronged her, to climb to the position of power that was rightfully hers.
His amused eyes shone, the sun to her world, "Would you mind, if I were to call you Bella?"
Her name on his tongue was magic embodied.
"Never, my Lord," she breathed, feeling completely fulfilled for the first moment of her life.
Player Information
Name: Laura
Age: 23
IM screen names: zombiebunni
Email: painfulybored@yahoo.com
Character Information
Name of character you are applying for: Bellatrix Black
Age of character you are applying for: 25
Birthday: December 17, 1951
PB: Christina Ricci
Wand: Walnut and dragon heartstring, 12 & 3/4 inches
House at Hogwarts: Slytherin (1963-1970)
Family
Parents: Cygnus Black and Druella Rosier
Siblings: Narcissa (Black) Malfoy
Family interactions:
In her very young years Bellatrix was a willfully rebellious and stubborn child. While initially restricted to just her mother, her disobedience soon earned her father's punishment. As her potential for magic became apparent, they often used exposure to the Dark Arts to bargain for good behavior. She would eventually learn to manipulate those around her, instead of simply stamping her proverbial feet. Her seemingly marvelous transformation drew the affection and praise of her parents. Since her younger sisters were then compelling the attention of her parents, she adopted a more dutiful daughterly role to maintain her pedestaled status.
When her sisters were born, Bellatrix understood them to be little less than toys for her amusement. As they grew, so she grew to love them, though she never entirely considered the three of them equals. She saw it as her role to help raise them, to educate them, and protect them - especially the softer Narcissa. When Andromeda's inanely "progressive" ideas led the youngest Black sister to do the unspeakable, Bellatrix had never been more shamed. Unable to tolerate this association from being ascribed to her, she (like her parents) shunned her completely. The loss of one sister prompted her to more closely guard the other.
She was raised with the understanding that she would eventually marry her cousin Sirius - a matter so taken for granted it was rarely discussed. However, when he rejected her along with the rest of the Blacks, her rage flared. She blamed him for subverting what she believed to be her destiny of preserving their family line. This was just another injustice she added to the ever-growing list of ills brought about by muggles, mudbloods, and the blood traitors who tolerated them.
Occupation: Death Eater, having no need for an income
Residence: While living, Black Manor
Financial status: While living, extremely wealthy
Political views: Death Eater, pure blood supremacist
Blood Status: Pure Blood
Sexuality: Heterosexual. Although she is comfortable using sex to get something from women, this is just an extension of her habitual manipulation.
Physical description
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Distinguishing marks: The Dark Mark on her left arm, which is almost always concealed by magic or clothing.
Give us a description of your character's appearance:
Bellatrix has a tall, slender frame. Her large, heavy lidded eyes are the deep gray-blue of storm clouds, and draw the focus up from her comparatively small mouth. Her face is nearly always occupied by a haughty mask of boredom, particularly in public. Long, voluminous black locks have yet to acquire their spiral curls. Considering herself a true aristocrat and creature of fashion, Bellatrix is loathe to appear in anything markedly muggle.
Give us a description of your character's personality:
Bellatrix is power-hungry, clever, and aggressive, which fuels what she perceives to be a perfectly justified level of narcissism. Her ego is fueled by the praise and admiration of others, as well as trumping opponents of any kind. She takes great offense when those she considers beneath her make any attempt to secure what she perceived to be rightfully hers. While highly susceptible to veneration and flattery, she honestly trusts a painfully few number of people. Among those she considers to be her peers she allows her disdain for the lower rungs of society to shine through, while in public she in more reserved. Her temper comes fast and hard, but she is capable of sustaining a grudge to the end of her days. Exercising her sadism and satisfying her lust for blood is profoundly gratifying and her most keen artistic expression. Also a singularly committed witch, her support, loyalty, and dedication to a desire, cause, or person is rarely diminished.
She epitomizes hedonism, a fact she takes some pride in. She fails to observes many of the social niceties, completely confident that her blood purity and former wealth excuse her from such requirements except perhaps in formal settings. However, she never fails to lord and position or status over those beneath her, often expecting to receive a level of decorum she is unwilling to give out. This is partly because she only the Dark Lord ever truly deserved her submission, and in his absence few others measure up.
History
Please give us a brief history of what happened to your character past canon to bring them to this point.
After being killed by Molly Weasley, Bellatrix is revived. Incoherently making her way as far from Hogwarts as possible, she regains awareness on the edges of Hogsmeade. She swiftly apparates to Black Manor to find it empty and appearing as if it had been closed for some time. Taking the floo to Rodolphus' bedroom, she finds that Lestrange Manor is deserted as well. Finally, she apparates to Malfoy Manor, hoping someone there can give her answers.
Resurrected Characters
If your character is one of the resurrected, what is their last memory and why have they returned at their particular age?:
Bellatrix' last memory is the night the Dark Lord took a keen personal interest in her development. He expressed His belief in her great potential, laying the groundwork to cultivate what would eventually become her violent, frenzied loyalty. This marks the beginning of her ascent to his right hand, and it is this moment she would cling to for the rest of her life, this happy, glorious moment, to see her through the trials and tribulations she would face for her Lord. She was in the early stages of her courtship with Rodolphus. At this point in her life she was eagerly aware of the promise of the future, and certain of her destined greatness.
Why have they been brought back?
Lucius' need of her draws her back. She also comes to believe that she has returned to save the wizarding world from its destruction, which would surely follow if it were opened to muggles.
Plotting
How does your character feel about the post-war world?:
Appalled. She can barely believe the Dark Lord ultimately failed in his efforts, and finds the current treatment of some of the purest wizarding families utterly revolting. Although profoundly devoted to her departed Lord and the cause, she does not remember a time when her Death Eater status was nothing more than an unconfirmed rumor to the general population. Her primary objective is self-preservation.
What short and long term goals do you have for your character?:
Short term - Apart from trying to understand how and why the world she knew has so drastically changed she will be looking for means of survival.
Long term - These depend a bit more on the major plot arcs within the game. If a Death Eater presence precipitates, she would be keenly driven to gather them and spur them on toward reclaiming power. If such conditions arise she would frequently seek hostilities against the Weasley family, as she would be aware that Molly had killed her. She will publicly, passionately oppose muggle inclusion, viewing such action to be her destiny - to save the wizarding world, even if it is from itself.
Writing Sample
Bellatrix held tightly to the resolve that kept her from trembling. The Dark Lord had asked her to stay behind, alone. That very evening he had praised her progress before the assembled group, mitigating the fear that she was to be punished. And yet here she was, in what seemed to be the Dark Lord's personal, private study awaiting his return. When at long last the door clicked open Bellatrix whirled around and dropped to her knees. This was the only man before whom she felt perfectly contented to bow.
"You may rise," he granted bemusedly, moving to take a seat on the large leather couch.
She watched him take him glide across the hardwood floor, elegant black robes trailing behind him. He gestured to open space beside him. Moving with her practiced, feline grace, she managed not to reveal the harried state of her nerves. Thrilled though she was to be the recipient of his full attention, the awe she had for him made it nonetheless frightfully intimidating.
"You know," he said, reclining against the soft, worn leather, "when your uncle first brought you to my attention, I was skeptical. Even in the purest families I have found, much to my disappointment, that women lack the constitution to support our aims on the front lines."
Her face a placid but attentive. The Dark Lord was hardly one to speak to unless it was obvious such permission was given. There was a tension in the air, and she felt something important looming on the horizon. Just to be so near a man with such power inspired an excitement she could barely contain.
"And yet, Dolohov tells me that the Prewett brothers actually stood a chance of surviving until you entered the fray," he continued, his small smile bending his mouth. "And praise from Dolohov is high praise indeed."
When he expression turned expectant, she humbly replied, "No greatness can be achieved without whole-hearted dedication to the task at hand. Once you give yourself over to something completely, the particulars of doing the thing seems natural and intuitive."
Had she been speaking with anyone else, her tones would have been drenched in sarcasm.
"Ah," he nodded approvingly. "And this is your heart's desire? Greatness?"
"More than anything, my Lord," she answered fervently.
Quite surprisingly, he quickly rose to his feet. He held out his hand to her, and instantly hers lifted to fill it. The sensation was electrifying. He led her to face the mirror above the mantle, standing just behind her. His hands gently gripping her shoulders, the feel of his chest ghosted along her back.
Placing his head just over her shoulder he said softly, "I see a woman fated for glory and greatness. I know you have been deeply wronged, even those within your own family have sought to prevent you from claiming your desires. But I, I can give you greatness beyond what you are even able to imagine. You revel in the darkest arts and curses with a passion that nearly matches my own. With such a servant for such a lord, how we could not possibly fail in bending this world to my will, my dear Bella."
Her breath caught in her throat as his eyes bore into hers. She had never dreamed, well fantasized perhaps, but never realistically hoped that he might be so close to her, that he would touch her with so much assumed familiarity, that he would speak to her in a voice like a lover's. Her body hummed with energy, intoxicated with his presence. Surely this man would enable her to achieve her wildest dreams, to avenge herself against those who had wronged her, to climb to the position of power that was rightfully hers.
His amused eyes shone, the sun to her world, "Would you mind, if I were to call you Bella?"
Her name on his tongue was magic embodied.
"Never, my Lord," she breathed, feeling completely fulfilled for the first moment of her life.
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