Your Details:

Your name: KC
Your age: 24
How to contact you: Bella_the_Dark_Star@yahoo.com
Have you read the rules: EDIT

Your Character:

Name: Bellatrix Black Lestrange

Subject Taught:Pain and Suffering...

Other Roles: Death Eater, Villainess, Azkaban Alumni Club

Blood type: Pure Blood!

Wand type: (If Known) 11 inches, Blackthorn, chimera scale core

Pet: Vasili

Physical Description:

Tall, dark and malicious, Bella is crowned with black hair and heavy lidded dark eyes. Her skin is fine, golden in some lights. And where once she was a beauty like her sisters, Azkaban has made her thin, gaunt. She bears the Dark Mark on her arm.

Personality Description:

The best way to describe Bellatrix would be to call her The Dark Lord's rabid hound. She is viciously loyal to him, cruel and perhaps mad herself. She is selfish and ruthless, but far from stupid. She is as imperious as a queen, considering nearly everyone beneath her, and she is not the type of woman to take 'no' for an answer. She is a true sadist and blood purist

History (at least 100 words):

Born Bellatrix Black in the 1950s, she is a member of the pureblood Black family, sister of Narcissa Malfoy and Andromeda Tonks. She is Married to Rodolphus Lestrange and was Sirius Black's first cousin.

Bella joined forces with the Dark Lord in the 1970s, becoming a Death Eater along with her husband. After his defeat, Bella (with the aid of Rodolphus, Rastaban and Barty Crouch Jr ) captured and tortured two Aurors, The Long Bottoms, hoping to learn the whereabouts of the Dark Lord. Bella used the Cruciatus Curse on the husband and wife until they had been driven irrevocably mad.

For this crime, Bella was sentenced to Azkaban. She mantained her composure and imperious manner even when approached by the Dementors, remaining defiant to the end.

Imprisonment has changed her. Her beauty was reduced to a starved, gaunt appearance, but she managed to retain her arrogance and devotion to the Dark Lord. She escaped from Azkaban during a mass breakout of Death Eaters in January of 1996 and rejoined the Dark Lord shortly after, as one of his top lieutenants.

During the battle of the Department of Mysteries, Bella taunted Harry and used the Cruciatus Curse on Neville when she heard he was a Longbottom. She is an expert duelist and she defeated her cousin Sirius, sending him through the ancient archway in the Death Room. Harry chased her, and tried to use the Cruciatus on her, but he didn't have enough genuine evil intent within him and the Curse failed. As Harry chased her, Lord Voldemort himself appeared in the Atrium and battled Dumbledore. When he failed to take over Harry's body, the Dark Lord escaped with Bella.


Roleplay sample (Min. 200 words and it HAS to be for the Character you are
applying for):

Bella paced the grimy little hovel with long, impatient strides. It had been hours... HOURS! since the attack on Hogwarts and still no sign of that miserable wretch Snape. Her fingers ached to grasp her wand, one hand around his throat, and to curse him until his eyes bled and his throat shrivelled in the pain of his crys. He was unworthy to serve the Dark Lord, to be considered a Death Eater. Was he not the coward that ran to that moggy old fool, Dumbledore? Did he not crawl on his knees and beg for mercy?

And to deny every question she posed to him with slick, twisting words. He dared insinuate that in questioning him, she questioned the Dark Lord!

But no, she would wait. She was patient and if Azkaban had not swayed an ounce of her passion, her loyalty, then hours would not make her break. She would plan, and plot and ultimately she had her revenge.

A sound behind her made her tilt her head and those heavy-lided eyes swivelled over her shoulder, engulfing the one who dare interupt her in the darkness of their livid depths.

"Oh. It's you, boy. I have been expecting you," she said in a low, syballent whisper. "Yes, yes, sit down, we have much to discuss. No. I do not wish you to part your lips and spew whatever little nonsense is rambling around your skull. In fact, you will not speak at all unless I give you permission to do so. If you understand me, you may nod once."

She paused as she watched him sit and nod slowly. Then she came to him and leaned over his shoulder to sweetly whisper in his ear.

"Good. I am glad to see we understand one another. What I am willing to offer you is the chance of a lifetime, the second most glorious moment of your whole, wretched existance. I am willing to teach you, boy...to train you to serve the Dark Lord. I know you have tasted some of his power, after all...you were born to it. Ahh... I can see by the way your eyes widen that you wish to know more about your parents. And I can tell you, child... "

Accepted: Please bare in mind that your character would not visit the school however you are welcome to play in Hogsmeade.