OOC
Name: Kat
Age: 22
AIM/Y!M: AIM: angelsotherlove Y!M: buster_kitty_kat
Timezone: Central Time Zone, USA
Experience: I play Bella here, here, here, here, and here.
Journal to be used: the_black_belle


IC
Full Name: Bellatrix Katherine Black-Lestrange
Nicknames: Bella but only her family and close friends can get away with calling her that.
Age: 36
Birthday: November 17, 1951
House/Year: Slytherin, 1969
Occupation: Currently none. And even when she was in England she didn't have one. Her full attention was devoted to the cause. Anything else was either a waste of her time or a distraction. Besides she is a pure blood and a Black what does she need a job for?
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Martial Status: Happily married thank you very much.

Immediate Family:
Husband: Rodolphus Lestrange.
Sisters: Narcissa (Black) Malfoy and Andromeda (Black) Tonks (disowned)
Brother-in-laws: Lucius Malfoy and Rabastan Lestrange.
Parents: Cygnus Black and Druella ( Rosier) Black
Cousins: Regulus Black, Sirius Black (disowned) and Evan Rosier.
Blood Status: Pureblood. A member of the Most Nobel and Ancient House of Black and a Lestrange by marriage.
Loyalty/Alliance: Her alliance is to the dark and her loyalty always has and always will lie with Lord Voldemort.
Role in the war: Bella is a high ranking Death Eater. A member of the Dark Lords Inner Circle which for her being a woman is a great honour and a place she holds with a great deal of pride and honour as well.

Full Personality: For the most part Bella comes across as being cold and unfeeling, a true Slytherin who never shows what she’s thinking or feeling. She perfected the masks of indifference and coldness to a fine t when she was younger and the only thing time has done for them has made them harder to break through. She does not let people get close to her nor does she let them know the real her.
But if you are her family, or her husband then you know that looks can be deceiving. Bella is very passionate in everything she does. From loving her family, her husband, and serving the Dark Lord her opinion is either do it all the way or don’t do it all. She has a very dry sense of humor of which only few have actually seen. And pain does bring her pleasure. There is something about another person screaming and begging and the thought that you made them do so is something she takes great pride in. But it is not the only person she is. She does have a heart, as her husband has learned from time to time she shows affection. But it’s rare. She is not the overly romantic type to go on and on for hours on end about what she is passionate about, unless its politics and the state of their world. If you ask her about the Muggles and Mud bloods be prepared to be there for a while for she will tell you just what she thinks and not pull any punches.

While Bella is not completely sane is not crazy either. She has her moments where it may seem like she is but it comes from her family. All of them have a bit of unstableness in them and it adds to the quirks and flaws that make her up. Not that she’ll admit she has any flaws but she does. Like her need for pain on occasion or from time to time to know that she is loved and wanted. It’s the little rare insecurities that make her a puzzle to most and the rare insecurities that make her so hard to understand.

She has a temper though…when it chooses to show its ugly head. While for the most part she is calm when she is angered it is a sight to behold and those around her should worry for their safety. For when she is angered she is blind to most things, including the well being of those around her. But that is the way it is with all of her emotions, whether it be happiness, sadness. Joy, pleasure, or hurt, anger, and pain. Whatever she is feeling she feels it with everything that she is and nothing anyone has done or tried to do her has changed that. Nor does she wish for it to change. Again its either all or nothing. And when its her emotions in question the same applies.

Strengths and weaknesses:
Strengths Magically The Dark Arts are her specialty. They came easily and quickly for her when she was younger. It didn’t matter to her that the rest of the world found them to be forbidden and taboo, Bella was drawn to them and what they could. And she excelled in them greatly. By the age of nine she had all the Unforgiveables mastered and had moved onto the more obscure, darker sections of the Dark Arts. She also excels in Charms and Transfiguration. Both of which again come easily for her.

Strengths Mentally Bella has perfected the art of wearing masks and showing the public only what she wants them to see. What she wants them to know about her. She either be the cruelest person you have ever seen in your entire with a cold outer shell that not even the strongest person could break or she could be the happiest, most gentle person you have ever seen. But that side of her is saved for one person and one person alone and then that is only on a rare occasion that she ever lets her guard down completely so that they can see the person who lies beneath the darkness that most think consume her.

Weaknesses Magically Potions. She is utter crap at potions. Most likely because she doesn’t have the patience to stand there and wait for a cauldron to bubble, or for her potion to turn a certain colour or smell a particular way. She thinks that in the time it takes to make a potion you could master another spell, learn a new way to defend yourself or discover a part of the Dark Arts you never knew before. In others words, Potions is a useless branch of magic to her.

Weaknesses Mentally Bella's pride is her greatest weakness. It blinds her so completely that she can't see anything beyond it. Her pride for her family, her lover, her friends, and her blood line is who she is and she holds it close. But in that pride comes a blindness so thick that one day it will choke her for she is unable to see truly what it is doing to her. Her pride is the easiest thing to use against her. And while most have not figured that out there are a couple people who know that the fastest way to set her off is to attack her pride.


Appearance: Bella inherited the Black looks. From her pale skin to her dark hair she was graced with the naturally good dark looks that all Blacks get. And she is proud of that fact. She accepts her looks, knowing that they are better than most but does not flaunt it. Why should she when the entire world knows who she is. That is enough for her. There is no need for her to rub it in their faces that she looks better than they do.

She also inherited the smaller frame that most Blacks have. She is not overly skinny but then again she is not fat either. Her frame is thin and she works hard to maintain a weight that looks healthy on her. And doesn’t show off the prominent bone structure she has. With high cheek bones and an upturned nose too much weight in either direction makes her look sick. As it is she is comfortable with her weight and has no reason to complain.

She leaves her hair alone for the most part, choosing not to mess with it unless she has too. She has never seen the big deal about changing one’s hairstyle constantly. She cuts it when it gets too long but for the most part just lets it go. That and secretly she is proud of the way it looks. It falls just past her shoulder blades and shines rather nicely given the shade of black it is. While she won’t publicly brag about it, secretly she thinks it’s one of her best features, next to her eyes.

Her eyes are the most expressive thing on her. She tries to keep them hidden, but as they say the eyes are the window to your soul and that goes for Bella as well. The can shine and sparkle brilliantly when she is happy or pleased or be as dark and black as night when she is angry or unforgiving. They can also be dead and flat when she doesn’t care about the person she is with or on occasion when she is performing a task for her Lord they will take on a dark, wild gleam that is only seen when the darker, more sadistic side of her comes out to play.

Desired PB: Primary PB: Catherin Zeta Jones:

Second Choice: Charisma Carpenter (Post Buffy more Angel and anything she has done since then)

History: Bella was born in the middle of November in 1951 to Cygnus and Druella Black. She hopes that she wasn’t a great disappointment to her parents, who she knows were hoping for a boy so as to have a proper heir but if she was her parents never let on otherwise. As a Black and pureblood she was pretty much spoiled as a child. The best of everything money could buy. Clothes, toys, tutors, and even in some cases friends. But the true test for Bella came when her mother decided it was time to start teaching her daughters how to be proper and correct pureblood girls. Bella wanted no part of it. Even at such an early age as seven she could never picture herself being the perfect stay at home wife and mother. She could never envision herself throwing parties and balls or having tea parties or dressing up in all of the frills and lace she had seen so many of the other pureblood mothers wearing. The idea of doing such a thing made her shudder. She did everything in her power to make sure her mother and everyone around her knew she was miserable and that having proper girl lessons as she called them was the last thing she wanted to do.

Eventually her father started taking pity on her and when she would hide from her mother and her endless lessons and parades he started teaching her the things that grew to matter to her greatly. Politics, the Dark Arts and what it truly mean to be a pureblood and a Black. While she respects her mother as any daughter should she truly loves her father and the time they spent together while she was a child is something that will always stand out in her mind.

It was when she finally received her Hogwarts letter that she felt she had done something right in her mothers eyes. Even though she threw herself into the music lessons her mother forced her to take, (She would never admit out loud that she loved playing the piano and therefore had her mother believe she hated it simply because she could)and the language lessons that introduced her to her love of all things Russian and and Italian it was the look on her mothers face when it was announced that Bella was going to Hogwarts that she covets. Even if it was soon dashed by the announcement that she would be having a going away party.

Bella was miserable the entire night but the thought of what lie ahead the next day kept her under bearable control and management the entire night. Something everyone in attendance at her party should be thankful for.

Upon entering Hogwarts she was sorted into Slytherin like every Black before her. She has served her family well. Excelling at being the perfect Slytherin and the proper pureblood girl. She did well in her studies, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms being her best subjects. Arithmancy and Ancient Ruins followed close behind those and all other subjects she ignored and dismissed as being useless and unwanted or needed. She would have excelled in the Dark Arts, only Hogwarts didn’t offer them, Dumbledore thought them to be a bad sort of Magic. To Bella though magic is magic, even is she does have a strong liking and preference for the Dark Arts.

While at Hogwarts Bella played the position of Beater on the Slytherin Quidditch team. It was a great way to take out her frustrations without getting in trouble for it. After all when you’re supposed to hit objects at people what better way is there to take out your anger and frustration. And despite her small frame and her looking fragile and weak her opponents on the Quidditch field soon learned that that was not the case and that you should not under estimate your opponent purely because she is a girl and looks like you could snap her in half with your bare hands. Most of the time you will be sorely mistaken.

She kept to a small group of friends, mainly those she had grown up familiar with or those who had the same views and opinions as herself. She was not shy while at Hogwarts about her hatred for Mudbloods and Muggles and made it known on a regular basis that she despised having to share her world and her heritage with such filth. It was those actions alone that got her passed over as prefect in her fifth year but it didn’t matter to Bella. She didn’t need some shiny little badge telling her what she could do and when. She did it any how. Much to the disliking of a great deal of the professors who would find her out and about wondering late at night when her insomnia would strike at its worse.

But when not making trouble you would find her in one of three places. The Quidditch Pitch, practicing new maneuvers or just flying for the fun of it; the Slytherin common room where she would most likely be curled up in the chair closest to the fire place with her nose buried in a book or in the library with her nose buried in a book. Bella has a great love for reading all things magical and the Library at Hogwarts, although lacking in the Dark Arts text that her fathers library held, still fed her intense desire to know everything she could about practical magic. It was that thirst and that need that allowed her to excel easily in her studies and placed her almost at the top of her class.

Since graduating from Hogwarts Bella has married Rodolphus Lestrange and joined the ranks of the Dark Lords followers other wise known as Death Eaters. She wears her mark proudly and without any hesitation and covets her spot as a member of the Dark Lords inner circle with great pride.

Writing Samples

First Person:

[Private to Self]
I grow tired of all of this. Of having to move from one place to the other constantly and of never being in one place for very long. I also grow tired of the paranioa. Even after ten years of being on the run and of hiding from everything and everyone we know the paranoia is still high. I can't speak for Rodolphus but I know what I fear happening, what it is that haunts my dreams at night and causes me to bolt upright with sweat coating my brow.

I fear that they'll find him and take him and that I'll be left alone. I couldn't have done this without him. Being on the run is one thing but if I had not had Rodolphus with me I don't think, no I know I wouldn't have made it this long.

I'm tired of it though. I wish to return home. To be able to return the manor and the things in life I am used to having. I have never once regretted my decision to follow through with my devotion to the cause and my faith and loyalty still remains as strong as ever but there is so much that any one person can take, even myself, before we start to go weary and despair sets in.

The news in England though, the pardoning of others makes me wonder. Is it there doing or is it something else? Perhaps now we can finally return home. I do hope so. To spend longer than three months in one place will be a welcomed relief.

[/Private]


Third Person:

She stared out at the lands, not really seeing anything as her thoughts wandered away with herself. The Prophet lay discarded on the table next to her while the head line screamed at her. Six names, six simple names and yet she knew they all. Was rather close with a few of them and knew others better than they knew themselves. And yet it was those six who got pardoned, it was those six who got to return to society and the comforts of life. It made her wonder just who was behind it. The Ministry had spent the last ten years making sure that they could never return to England and that it was known that they were unwanted and unwelcomed.

And yet now all of a sudden they pardon six of her brothers and sisters. It made no sense what so ever to her. Not from a political stand point or a strategic one either. Sighing she leaned her head against the glass of the window as thoughts of home took over. She hated it here. Italy, Greece, and France had all been nice until it was time for them to move once again. But this place, it drove her mad. Russia was not a place for those like her. It was barren and cold and had very little in the ways of entertainment or anything else. All it had was snow and burly men who eyed her like she was a piece of meat when she went out.

Pushing away from the window she turned and picked up the Prophet, her eyes scanning the article once more as she made her way out of the room. Perhaps it was time they returned to more familiar soils. Folding the paper up and clasping it under her arm she went in search of her husband hoping she could convince him to leave this place and return to more familiar lands. She had a feeling that something was coming and when it did she wanted to be near by to watch as it all unfolded.