LESTRANGE, bellatrix dru

[BELLATRIX DRU LESTRANGE]

BELLATRIX DRU LESTRANGE.

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hello! i am andrea and i am eighteen years old. i am boarding the female train, and i have been role playing for five years. also, i play no one else. if you want to contact me, reach me at bellatrix. that's all folks!

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME : bellatrix dru lestrange. bellatrix is a name that suits me quite well, as it means "female warrior" in latin. i am, without a doubt, a female warrior that should not be underestimated.
NICKNAMES : bell, bella, ella, and lestrange. call me dru, and you will most likely not see tomorrow.
AGE : twenty eight years young born on february 2nd 1951.
GENDER : female.
ETHNICITY : british.
RELIGION : i don't believe in religion.
SEXUALITY : heterosexual.
STATUS : married to rodolphous lestrange.
MEMBER GROUP : la witches.
BLOOD STATUS : pureblood, the only kind that matters.
PLAY-BY : taylor warren.

STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.

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PATRONUS : i have only ever produced a patronus once, for i find no need to do so. however, it was in the shape of a slender, beautiful black panther.
MIRROR OF ERISED : the image would not be a pleasant one to virgin eyes, as i stand with a wand in my hand, surrounded by burning and dying muggles and half-bloods. purebloods are the only blood that should survive.
AMORTENTIA : the smell of fire, blood, and night rain.

THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.

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BELLATRIX'S DISLIKES :

• muggles
  
• half-bloods
  
• authority
  
• dumbledore
  
• the order of the pheonix
  
• disobedience
  
• opposition
  
• traitors of her family
  
• being manipulated
  
• not getting her way
  
• the high standards of society
  
• discussing pleasant things such as, shopping, fashion, flowers, cooking, and dances
  
• being unrecognizable

BELLATRIX'S LIKES :

• attention
  
• winning
  
• inflicting fear
  
• dueling
  
• causing mayhem
  
• burning things
  
• lingerie
  
• intelligent conversation
  
• manipulating others
  
• having control
  
• reading
  
• mass media attention

GOALS :

• to become a known dark witch
  
• to be feared by many
  
• to contribute to a pureblood cause
  
• to help destroy muggle-borns and half-bloods
  
• to escape the inescapable
  
• to defy all expectations
  
• to make history

FEARS :

• to die in a boring way
  
• to be overpowered by someone of lesser value
  
• to lose my mind completely to insanity

SECRETS :

• as each days passes, i am slowly beginning to lose my being to the dark arts. and truthfully, it's a bit terrifying.
  
• i was, and still am somewhat, envious of my sister, narcissa. she has so many things that i don't, and can't, have.

WEAKNESS :

• i am a difficult person to please. it's incredibly difficult to sit there and tolerate my rants and going ons.
  
• i tend to keep my emotions to myself, but when expressed, they're usually not 'normal' or 'approachable' displays.
  
• the dark arts. enough said.
  
• voldemort. there's something about him that twists my image of the world - and it's incredibly exciting.

STRENGTHS :

• the dark arts is an incredibly talent of mine. i have been studying it since i learned of it in my second year of hogwarts.
  
• i know how to inflict fear into people and am quite good at manipulating them in the way i want to.

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• manipulative i know how to get people to do what i want them to do, normally by means of implementing a sense of fear or submission.
  
• insane some use this word to describe me, and i can't always argue its use. i even have the laugh to compliment it.
  
• trouble maker i love creating chaos and mayhem - such as starting fires, or hurting a muggle here and there. it makes life so much more interesting.
  
• paranoid i tend to think the worse of my surroundings and often assume that i am being followed, or stalked. there are just too many reasons to be envious of me.
  
• self-centered i love attention and i find myself to be an amazing and heart-driven (heh) person of many talents. my skills are purely to be jealous of - nothing anyone else could hope to accomplish.
  
• loyal i am following lord voldemort until the end, no matter the means necessary and the obstacles along the way. he is my master.
  
• sexy believe it or not, i know how to make a man turn his head in his tracks. i love being seductive and many fall for it. it's just too much fun.
  
• sadistic i get so much pleasure out of causing pain to others. it's almost as good as sleeping with my husband.
  
• protective contrary to most expectations, as i love to defy them, i do care about a select few. those few are under my wing and complete protection. it's a part of the bellatrix package.
  
• obsessive when i get attached to something, it becomes an absolute necessity of my life and daily routine. take the dark arts, for example - i would most likely die with it.

BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN : 12 Grimmauld Place.
CURRENT RESIDENCE : Bishop Road, Highgate, London.
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: i am currently working for the lovely lord voldemort. it's a profession that i tend to keep quiet, however.
MOTHER'S NAME : my mother's name is druella rosier.
FATHER'S NAME : my father was cygnus black the third.
SIBLINGS : i have two sisters. one is named narcissa malfoy, and the other we call 'andromeda tonks', but she has long been out of my life.
OVERALL HISTORY :

i was born into the famous pure-blood family called black. my father and mother, cygnus and druella (respectively), were both already well known within the wizarding community, so it wasn't difficult to immediately make a name for myself, as well. i was bred to be a true pure-blood by my parents. there were many strict rules in our household, all of which i followed quite obediently. the number one rule, however, was to never, ever speak to someone of lesser value - which, as i would soon discover, was a large portion of the wizarding population. i may only speak to servants but never on an equal level of communication. i was a higher being and of higher value who deserved respect no matter the circumstances. was i spoiled as a child? no, although it may sound like i was.

when i was born, my parents were already very busy people. i rarely ever saw my father and my mother always managed to get on my nerves, despite my young age. i took the task early on on getting myself as mature as possible. i wanted to learn about the wizarding world, as the few times i had seen my father, he always made it sound so interesting and, well, magical. i often used my parents extensive library and various books on learning. unfortunately, unknown to me, many of the books were of the dark arts. when i was two years old, a new competition entered my life - her name was andromeda. my parents immediately began to fawn over the new baby girl, and paid little attention to me. i didn't mind, as i spent most of my time by myself or with the servants. i loved to explore and get to know what the world was really like. research was of utmost importance.

however, four years later, when i was six years old, narcissa was born. by this time, i began to want more attention from my parents, but i never dared demand it. when narcissa was born, all attention was suddenly given to her. andromeda was the older sister, but i was no longer recognizable. i became frustrated. as my first act of magic, and my first act which would soon lead to an array of dangerous doings, i set the library on fire. it was a cry for attention from my parents. did it work? it certainly did, and although they screamed and punished me, it was well worth it. what i discovered that night, however, was that i enjoyed creating the fire. i didn't understand why at the time, all i knew was that i found a sort of sick pleasure out of watching my parents personal belongings, and some rather precious, burn to the ground and being completley destroyed. it was both scary and exciting.

i was the first child to go to hogwarts. i wasn't exactly excited when i received my letter. it was an incredibly nonchalant experience - i had no higher expectations and only assumed that i would have gotten my letter. i wasn't exactly excited, either, about being in a confined area with authoritative figures surrounding me on a daily basis. however, when i got on the hogwarts express, the excitement started to come. i had to admit, the idea of going to a school with others who could do what i could do was a little exciting. i wasn't aware, however, that the dark arts was a forbidden kind of magic and that very few knew it. i was immediately sorted into slytherin house, naturally, and got along extremely well with my housemates. i wasn't exactly the 'bell of the ball', or 'miss popularity', but i had friends whom i could trust.

by my third year, i did become much more well known. andromeda started to follow in my footsteps of popularity, as people immediately recognized my name as 'bella'. why? because i was the reckless student who had perfect scores, played the most vicious pranks, and made professors fearful of my actions. i was the thirteen year old who was able to make anyone shake in their boots. people were afraid of me, and people were envious. as i grew older through hogwarts, i started to fill in and men started to pay more attention to me. it was in my fourth year that i met my future lover rodolphous lestrange. well, this is just a 'lovey dovey' story and i'd rather not share it. it's not exactly my cup of tea. i barely noticed when narcissa came to school. i was so enveloped in my own life that nobody in my family really mattered. i had lost contact with my parents, but continued to give the black name a proud meaning.

when i graduated hogwarts, i immediately sought out the dark wizard of my time. it took several months for me to learn more about him, to even hear his name mentioned, let alone try to find his hideaway. it was when i found lord voldemort that i vowed to serve him and i would continue to do so, to this day. whether or not i'm one of his most trusted, i'm not entirely sure, but i like to think i am. and i swear, if anybody says that i have an obsession with him, i will kill you, i promise.

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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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It was Friday night and Juliette had spent her time at a party in one of the Gryffindor dorm rooms. There were only a few people there, a few close friends, but there didn't need to be a huge crowd for Juliette to have some fun. There was beer, there was music, there was food, and there were plenty of drinking games to participate in. They played strip poker, Kings, and some games that just aren't appropriate to admit to. It was two in the morning and Juliette was growing tired. She had bid farewell to her friends, and had the intention of leaving to her Slytherin building, but instead found herself walking up the stairs to the roof of the Gryffindor building. She was a little drunk. Juliette leaned against the edge of the roof and gazed upon the school grounds. It was such a beautiful site, that even though she was intoxicated, she was able to enjoy it. She could see the courtyards of all four houses, angled in facing each other. Each courtyard, although looked faintly the same, had a completely different energy emitted from it. The statues on the fountains may have been what gave it such a unique feel and look, each being a statue of the founder of that specific house.

But in a way, Juliette hated looking over the four houses. Despite that they were facing in each other, possibly in an effort to make them more united, by keeping the traditional founders of the houses in existence made it more prominent that the houses were indeed different. Juliette discovered a couple years into Hogwarts that houses were based on personality. It may have been an attempt to keep personalities together to make friends more easily, but whatever happened to "opposites attract"? It only kept people in cliques, and cliques sucked. Juliette hated them and so she tried to integrate with all members of the houses. Granted, she often found herself hating a lot of people from other houses, but that wasn't because of their house - it was probably just a flaw in them that she really didn't like but found in a lot of people. It's too bad...

Juliette felt her stomach twist uncomfortable and something pushing up her throat. She covered her mouth quickly and ran to the nearest trash can, hovering it over in cautious awaiting. When nothing upchucked, she pulled away and took a rather deep breath. The faint ache in her head had started to subside, and the feeling of complete discomfort did as well. However, a new feeling had washed over her - complete and utter peace. She had to admit, she felt a little high. Of course, that was slightly expected as she was surrounded by weed in the dorm room, or at least she assumed. She could smell it faintly on her clothes. She hated the smell. But had she smoked any? She couldn't remember. She sighed as she again leaned over the edge. Why couldn't she remember anything that happened anymore? Her memory started to fade. She smiled. She didn't seem to care, either. Sighing, Juliette stood up straight and looked at her surroundings on the roof. She had never been on the Gryffindor roof, but it didn't look too different from any other building. The ground was gray concrete, there were a few empty tables scattered across, left over from another event she assumed, and then nothing. It was just empty space. There were no other students there, either. She figured most people were either out or sleeping. Suddenly, Juliette started to go back to normal, as she started to walk around to examine her surroundings more closely, despite there being nothing to look at.

She smiled and laid down in the middle of the roof. She stretched her arms and legs out, as if making a snow angel, and stared at the sky. The night was rather starless, but she could faintly see clouds in the distant, and the moon was full. It was beautiful and entrancing. Yet, as she stared into the darkness, she became more awake and more aware. She pulled off her shoes and threw them, hoping that they didn't fall off the edge and let her eyes slowly close, but she wasn't sleeping. She was merely thinking. She thought about her Auror Studies homework she had. It would be simple enough. The assignment gave the students a specific situation and the student had to determine the best solution to solve the problem. It was like a detective problem, with clues and everything. Juliette smiled. Maybe she could play detective? She was bored enough. She sat up and slowly got to her feet, nearly falling over as she tried to. Her legs were weak. She looked around carefully and said, rather loudly, "Auror Juliette to the rescue!"

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