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In Character
Name: Bellatrix Lestrange
Age/Birthdate: Will be 29 on October 27
Occupation: Killing people
Bloodline: Pureblood.

Appearance: Like other members of her family, she has the classic good looks of the House of Black.

Taking after her father, she has black hair. Long, thick, curly raven colored hair. It’s always been long, when she was younger her mother refused to let her get it cut dramatically so she used to wear it in a long braid. Partway through her Hogwarts experience she decided that braiding it each morning was a pain and a half and it would be easier to let it hang free and long down her back. It’s been that way ever since, reaching the middle of her back, unless pulled completely straight and then it’s another couple of inches. (You shouldn’t be trying to pull her hair straight unless you happen to be in bed with her.) It’s only up if Narcissa manages to convince her to put it in an updo (and does the spellwork herself) or if she’s on a mission. Her hair would give her away as female so it must be worn in a bun covered by her hood.

Eyes are only the window to the soul if you can see into them. Bellatrix’s are heavy lidded, which can make it rather difficult. But if you are close enough, and she isn’t giving you a death glare, they can be determined to be grey colored, like most of the rest of her family. Her lashes are long and while she does tend to play them up with a bit of mascara, you’d probably notice them anyway. Other than that, they are pretty standard for eyes, not small or particularly big, and the normal slightly oval shape that is common for Caucasians. Hers tend to not be pleasant looking, as most of the world is deserving of a glare, rather than anything else.

The rest of her face is also characteristic of her family. Her face is angular with a strong jaw, a cross between an oval shaped face and a heart shaped one. Her hair frames it most of the time, concealing many of the angles, but the angle of her jaw is always present. While it’s a strong one, it is still feminine thanks to the heart shape quality. She is thinned lipped, not blessed with thick luscious lips, but they suit her face, which in general is not extraordinarily large. She is not a big woman so it make sense that her face is also small. Her ears do not stick out, not that they could, given her mass of hair, but even when the hair is pulled up off her neck and out of her face, they aren’t anything other than ordinary. Her nose is also ordinary, not sticking out far too much. It does have a bit of an upturn from scoffing at people for so many years. Her cheekbones are high and prominent, giving her an aristocratic look as per her status in society. But they do not stick out any more than they should, her cheeks are healthy looking, not skeletal.

She carries herself with a regal air, having been taught that she was better than others from a young age and trained to carry herself with grace. This hid her lack of actual height. It makes her recognizable as someone from pureblood society, not that there could really be any doubt. Her shoulders stay back, her head held high, back straight. That is how she walks about in public, or at Death Eater meetings. Presence is needed if one wants respect and Bella has always wanted respect. Even if she is not the biggest physically in any given room, it is hard to ignore her.

Heightwise, Bellatrix is shorter then she would like, not that most people can tell. While she stands at a average 5'4" most people would swear she is much taller. Actually, they would all swear she has to be at least 5’ 8.” Why? Well, her formidable personality for one, and the way she carries herself, forever regal. Not to mention she is always, always, found in heels. Even on missions, she has to blend in with the men around her. If you were to ask her weight she would promptly hex you, that not being the proper type of question to ask her. However, it is clear to see that Bella is a slim woman, by genes alone; she does not bother with doing things like running. Sex is about as much of a workout as she gets. Her body type resembles the much-desired hourglass, something that was probably bred into women of the Black family. After all when you consider yourself to be the best of the best, it makes sense to make sure that everyone in your family will look the part.

Much like she did in school, she tends to wear skirt/blouse outfits or dresses underneath her robes. Old habits die hard. Her family didn’t allow her to wear pants as they believed they weren’t feminine enough and after eighteen years of that she couldn’t throw that all behind her. Her clothes are black, or jewel tones because that’s what flatters her. She tops it all off with expensive jewelry, mostly gold and silver with emeralds and diamonds, although nothing too ostentatious or liable to get in her way. Her favorite colors are green and black, so if occasion calls for a fancy dress, chances are it will be either green or black. Of course all her work wear is black because they are supposed to blend in with the night that they attack during. She also goes by the statement, it you got it, flaunt it. She considers herself to be highly attractive and has no problem showing off her various assets, to a certain degree. Even her work attire is highly flattering to her body, but with the hooded robes and cloak that go atop the dresses she wears no one can tell it’s what she looks like.

"I believe myself to be the epitome of a woman. Men want me, women would die for my figure. What’s not to like? I was blessed with the Black good looks. Bloody fucking perfect, that’s what I am.”

Character PB: Helena Bonham Carter (Movies stole my actress! I get flak over this all the time because of it. I do have someone else if people are like -.- but I promise I have appropriate pictures. Plus no one else has the right snooty British upper class look I want.)

Personality: Sadistic Bitch.

That would be what most people would use, if they were going to sum her up in two words for that is what many people think. In school, she self proclaimed herself the Queen Bitch of Slytherin and lived up to the name. Most people know to stay away from her and her temper. She had a nasty reputation at school for hexing people who got on her bad side, gave her a funny look, or when she was having a bad day- just because she felt like it. She never learned to control her temper and will fly off the handle at anyone, including the sisters she loves more than anything. Her lack of patience and her quick temper landed many a student in the hospital wing.

Graduating did not cause her to mature out of this and she is just as much of a bitch now as she was then. Moreso. And now, if you cross her, you don’t end up in the hospital wing, you end up dead. Bellatrix has no problem using the unforgivable spells; she has incredible talent and mastered them easily. Your life isn’t worth shit if you stand in her way. She would gladly cause you pain and then when she gets tired of it, you get to die.

She cultivated a façade that people recognize as her. She is cold, calculating, constantly living up to the title she set forth at Hogwarts. Her last name earned her respect there, no one was going to cross a daughter of the House of Black, not with the power and prestige that stood behind her. She used the power to gain respect, abused it to get what she wanted. Her last name continues to give her power that she happily abuses. The ministry isn’t going to come and question her even though there are people who knew her in school, and would swear she is the poster child for the Death Eaters.

If you didn't respect her from her last name alone, she'll force you into respect through her spell work. Not through being nice to you. Being nice is a waste of time. Either one proves herself strong in this world, or one shows herself to be weak. Bella is strong. Make no mistake about it. She has proven herself, through blackmail, through spellwork, through whatever it took. She fought to become a member of the Death Eaters and then she fought her way up in the ranks in a take no prisoner fashion. She’s a very driven young woman. A talented witch, if she wants something she goes after it, using whatever means possible.

But she is not all hard and cold, not the ice queen and bitch all the time. That is what she shows to people because it forces them to respect her. Everyone respects power and she has power. Bella is capable of sweetness, provided you recognize it when it comes about. For her sweetness is not the sickly sweet that someone else might give, it still has the hard edges that pervade her personality. She knows how to laugh and play and joke. Her sisters are precious to her and her love towards them comes out in over protectiveness. Her fighting with them is a way to make sure they stay attached to her. She's already lost one family member.

Should you be one of the lucky few who gets to see this side of her, do not abuse the privilege, do not throw away her trust. If Bella's on your side, that's a friendship you want to keep for life; she's loyal and protective. If you cause her to turn on you, she will make your life a living hell.

In a way, she's almost like an overgrown child. She grew up fast, and never really had a childhood, which so many take for granted. Instead those childlike urges and curiosity lurks right below the surface. Bellatrix is in tune with her feelings much like a two year old is. Should she be angry, she'll fly off the handle. If she's upset, she'll grow sullen and pout. Her mood swings are widely known among the Death Eaters. In public she has learned to cover it better, but that's merely because goodness knows who you will run into and she isn't going to show feelings in front of someone unworthy. She takes great fascination in torture, much like a little kid fries ants on the pavement with a magnifying glass. Only part of it is her sadistic tendencies, sure she gets pleasure out of it, torture is a turn on. But also, it's so fascinating. It's part of what makes her a deadly combination.What her exact reaction to anything is always hard to foresee. The only person who really has any control over how she acts is Voldemort. Anything he wants, he gets. She will try her damnedest to do anything he says, even to the determent to her own well being.

Brief History:
(This just gets longer and longer...)

Bellatrix is the oldest child of Cygnus and Druella Black, born Oct. 27, 1951. A product of an arranged marriage, and sadly, not the son Cygnus wanted. Her parents weren’t around much in her formative years, using houselves to raise the children, like many pure-blood families, along with the occasional nanny or governess. Her parents and her aunt and uncle are ‘them.’ They made the rules that she’s required to follow, and if she doesn’t follow them she feels their wrath. She is proud to be a Black and would never do anything to threaten her position as one. As a member of one of the richest Wizarding families in existence, she knows her last name is practically royalty in the Wizarding world. This means she always has the best everything. Her family has always showered her with gifts, practical and non-practical alike.

While her childhood was a privileged one, it was not happy, per se. She may have traveled around Europe, been dressed as a little princess, been showered with gifts, but that doesn't change the fact that her father will always have been disappointed in her. Cygnus Black wanted a boy. Cygnus got Bellatrix. He hit her for the first time when she was six and being beaten was a fairly common occurrence. Sometimes it was merely harsh words and a slap, but when Cygnus got mad, he got nasty. He tried to stomp her personality into non existence. Besides the physical abuse, she heard him talking to her mother when she was eight. Heard what he used to describe her. “A girl who acts like a boy, completely useless.” Cygnus Black wanted a boy. Cygnus got Bellatrix. There was nothing she could do to please him.

At a young age she knew that she wasn’t going to get out from under his thumb, he wasn’t going to stop hitting her. It was clear from the way he punished her. But she could stop him from hitting her sisters. From then on everything was her fault. She’d claim it was, even if she hadn’t been in the room. It wasn’t hard to convince her father to agree with that, he didn’t like her that much anyway. Her position as a protectress of her sisters was firmly in place. It was easier to protect Narcissa than Andromeda. She tried to please her father to some extent-get some sort of approval, but her actions were to no avail. She tried to show him she is strong, powerful, but in his eyes, those are not qualities a girl should want. A losing battle.

Five was when she showed her magical powers. After escaping from a house elf, Bella startled a snake out by one of the ponds in the expansive grounds at Black Manor. The snake was more scared of her but Bella was also frightened and in her fright her magic manifested itself and the snake exploded as it slid into the water. Snake and water flew everywhere and Bella screamed bloody murder, until the house elf dragged her back to the house and Druella was able to explain to the girl what happened. She accepted it as the most natural thing in the world, magic not being any strange thing to a little girl growing up in such a family. She'd only been startled.

Her letter to Hogwarts was a bittersweet occasion. She was thrilled to be going, to be getting out of her house. Getting her wand was an amazing experience. She hadn’t realized a part of her had been missing until she held that wand in her hand. Ollivander seemed surprised, this little girl, perfectly poised, getting such an unyielding wand. A strong wand. Bellatrix was so happy with it. On September first, the entire family gathered to see her off to Hogwarts, her father giving her a last minute instruction to behave herself. Bellatrix gave Andromeda the instruction to look over Cissy. She couldn’t be there anymore to watch over her younger sisters and she could only hope that they would be more docile than she was, that they would stay out of the way of her father.

It was no surprise to her that the sorting hat put her in Slytherin. It was what she wanted. It hemmed and hawed for a while, saying that she would fit well in all the houses and she didn’t need to go to Slytherin. Bella told it that if it tried to put her in any house other than Slytherin she would turn around, hex it, and then go drown herself in the lake. She would be a Slytherin. It was stupid and idiotic to think of putting her anywhere else. The hat relented and she joined the ranks of that table, who cheered to have a Black. They recognized her, most of them being children she saw at the parties her parents threw.

She demanded respect from the get-go. Her last name earned her a modicum of respect from older students, she knew how to flatter to get her way, and then it became clear that she was talented with a wand fairly quickly. While Bellatrix was never one to really make friends, she cultivated useful relationships with most of Slytherin house, although most of them couldn't be considered particularly close. As for behaving? She mostly complied, although she got quite a few heated letters from her parents when she did something that displeased them. She knew the only way to get attention from her parents was to do something wrong and so she happily did things she know would grab their attention while toeing the line to avoid being severely punished when she got home. If her father would only pay attention to her when she did something wrong, she'd do something wrong. In some ways being hit was preferable to being ignored. Plus it made sure the attention was not on her sisters. But she needn’t have worried about them. Andromeda was smart, and her father always seemed to like Narcissa, or ignore her at least, and Bellatrix basically considers it the same thing.

Hogwarts passed rather fast, by her third year she already had a reputation for being quick with a wand and that it wasn’t smart to cross her. By fifth, people stayed out of her way. By seventh her dominance was clear. She made it clear she was as good as any man, or in her words, better.

In all subjects worth studying (Transfiguration, DADA, Potions and Charms) she got an O on her OWLs, everything else she got an E except for History of Magic which she flat out failed. Her father wasn’t too happy about that and she received a black eye. Blacks do not fail. He didn’t even pay attention to the fact she got four O’s. She got O’s in all four subjects she decided to NEWT in. Practical subjects-Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, and DADA. The four subjects that counted in any way. Everything else she deemed useless. What did it matter anyway? She knew her parents were going to marry her off as soon as they could. As a pureblood wife she couldn’t hope for a job. She’s a whiz with a wand, but hated homework with a passion and was known to slack off on it, earning her more than a few detentions. The teachers couldn’t prove it was essential to learning, that was obvious as she found she could pay attention in class, read her textbook and comprehend most everything she felt she needed to comprehend in order to get the grades she wanted on what counted: OWLS and NEWTS.

In her sixth year when they started learning about the unforgivable curses she started to be intrigued with the Dark Arts, more like downright fascinated. She thinks it’s ridiculous that there is any magic that is ‘unforgivable’ as she can think of many circumstances where you’d need to use all three of those curses. She continued to learn about the Dark Arts through whatever books she can get her hands on. It's interesting, fascinating and powerful. Throughout her last couple years of school, she often could be found with her nose in a book about the Dark Arts, either gotten out of the restricted section or her family’s personal library at home. She also spent years studying Occulemncy and Legilmency, or rather, started her own training after her father attempted to read her mind. There weren’t people she could practice with so it would be years later before she knew if her studies made any difference. Her personal studies were part of the reason she didn’t feel like doing her homework-she’d found better things to do and she felt like she knew the material already.

Bella started to get bored with school as she approached graduation, yearning to go out into the world. She clearly had a sense of power within the walls of Hogwarts, so she started to dream of bigger things. She wanted more than her mother’s life. A life of keeping house, or rather managing house elves. Of planning parties, ignoring children, bolstering her husband’s ego. Bella did not want that life. She wanted to change the world. She wanted to hold power; it's intoxicating. She didn’t want to give up the fun parts of magic for household charms and party spells. That could not, would not be her life. She heard the whispering among the Slytherin boys about a man who would change the wizarding world. A man who would put purebloods on top where they should be. And then The Daily Prophet started reported missing mudbloods, muggle deaths. Being a smart girl she put the two and two together. He had an army, fighting for him. She made up her mind to join, determined to figure out a way.

But Hogwarts was more than schooling and dreaming. She lost her virginity, to a boy two years her senior, although she lies if ever asked about it. Rodolphus thinks he got the honor of deflowering her and she lets him believe it because it is useful to her. Sex became another thing she could wield for power. Men wanted her, she could see it in their eyes, the way they looked her over and she was willing to let them have her, for a price. But they couldn’t tell anyone, they had to keep their mouths shut or all bets were off (and she’d hex off their balls).

Graduation was also bittersweet. Her schooling was done and Hogwarts had been starting to feel a little restricting, but more restricting was living at home with her parents. They butted heads at every opportunity. She wanted freedom, they wanted her to get married and start life as a proper pureblood socialite. She wanted to join the Dark Lord, like the men in her year and the years before. Why did they get to have all the fun?

Unlike many of her male peers, Bellatrix was not recruited to be a Death Eater. Being female in the pureblood world involves a lot of rules and regulations that were barriers to her dreams. Such things hadn’t stopped Bellatrix before from getting what she wanted and she certainly wasn’t going to let it stop her in this case. She pestered anyone she thought was a member in order to get audience. Time and time again she was turned down, often with smirks of how she must not be talented enough, much to her annoyance. Eventually she was able to blackmail someone into taking her to what she took to be some sort of recruitment gathering. The man who took her gave her strict instructions to keep the hood of her cloak up and so stay put in the back corner.

Bellatrix did nothing of the sort. She left her hood up, as taking it down would immediately cause someone to recognize her. But staying in the back corner away from all the action? Not a chance in hell. She worked her way forward towards the reason everyone was here. It would be hard to say whether this was a smart move of an idiotic one. The man who brought her would probably have had a panic attack had he known, and dragged her back to her corner, but Bellatrix didn’t give a man about him. Means to an end. Slowly she made her way through the crowd, working her way up towards the front. She worked her way up to see the man everyone was talking about and was immediately hooked. He was ….there were no words. He seemed to know she was there, somehow, hunting her down and outing her as a girl. She was sent home.

Bellatrix wasn’t that easily deterred. He hadn’t said no. Sending her home wasn’t the same thing. She doubled her efforts, harassing all the pureblood men she knew, a constant thorn in their side, questioning and demanding. She wanted another audience, she had hardly gotten to say anything, and therefore couldn’t accurately prove herself.

Meanwhile her parents had decided that they needed to marry her off. It was an effort to control her, to find someone to throw her off upon, to make her his problem. Her parents set her down with a list in front of her, instructing her to pick someone. Someone they could talk to the parents of. Bellatrix felt she was too young, and even if that wasn’t a problem she hated the idea of marriage. The idea of bonding her to someone, fidelity forever, someone she had to honor and obey. But with her father’s wand at her back and the knowledge that he had no trouble hexing her, she picked a name. A boy, or rather, now a man, that she had a “relationship” of sorts with and soon she found herself engaged.

It seemed that her pestering had finally paid off, although not in the way she would have liked. A formal invitation was what she was hoping for, and this could not be considered that in any sense of the word. It wasn’t formal and it wasn’t an invitation. No, Voldemort sent two Death Eaters to deliver her to him, at her most inconvenience. She was preparing to go to bed, dressed only in her sleeping garments when two masked men had apparated into her bedroom (the height of rudeness). One of them disarmed her while the other silenced her from screaming. She would have called a house elf to dispose of them if she hadn’t recognized the type of mask they were wearing.

They were clearly Death Eaters and with her being a Black, one of the purest wizading families in existence she had nothing to fear from them. At least in terms of what they normally did. She wasn’t quite sure what the hell they were doing in her bedroom and if she needed to call her house elf she would. They told her she was wanted somewhere and she allowed them to apparate her there, although it didn’t seem as if she had much of a choice. She was delivered to an empty room, her wand returned to her, and waited for what seemed like hours.

She was beginning to think he wasn’t going to see her at all, merely keep her locked in a room for hours when The Dark Lord did indeed walk through the door. She did everything in her power to get him to allow her to join, but that wasn’t on his mind. She was a woman and women didn’t join. Most people would think it a foolish thing to do to talk back to the Dark Lord but he seemed amused by her indignation that he wouldn’t take a female, amused at her efforts of trying to convince him. Eventually a Death Eater she didn’t know was requested to join them and this Death Eater took her on a “mission.” Clearly Voldemort didn’t think much of her, the way he informed the other man to take her out to see what she could do, and to cover all her mistakes.

Bellatrix was furious. She was talented! She wanted to take it out on the man escorting her but refrained, that wasn’t likely to get her noticed in the way she wanted to and she didn’t know how to get back to the room she had been in moments before. How could she possibly show The Dark Lord she was worthy if she couldn’t come back to tell him? Instead she took it out on the woman they were sent to dispose of. Bellatrix was beyond angry and she knew the unforgivables. The man assumed he’d have to walk her through the process but Bella needed no such tutelage. Not content to merely kill the woman, Bellatrix sought to humiliate her first, causing her to writhe and scream on the floor thanks to the Cruciatus. Her companion seemed to think it an indication of her not being ready to do something so serious as kill a human being but Bellatrix shut him up when he tried to mention that. Her killing spell, the first one she had used on a human, was textbook. She didn’t know this woman but she didn’t care, obviously it wasn’t a person worth knowing, the woman was weak and killing her was surprisingly easy. Bellatrix’s anger and frustration at not getting what she wanted seemed to strip away any barriers she might have had.

She didn’t receive her mark when she was returned to the presence of the Dark Lord. He seemed surprised at the report of the other man, for Bellatrix was watching him intently. But he didn’t deem her worthy of wearing his mark. He said he’d send for her again. Bellatrix tore apart her room when she arrived home.

Time and time again the same thing happened, except without the initial surprise of people appearing in her bedroom. Without the mark on her skin to lead her to where Voldemort was she couldn’t apparate to his side, and was forced to rely on other people shuttling her back and forth. Each time he called and she murdered someone she thought she’d receive her mark, but every time he’d refuse. She didn’t see how he could possibly find her unworthy. She’d seen another Death Eater hesitate before killing someone and she never did. Never. She judged herself to be more adapt with the normal curses and general spells used than most of the others, thanks to her own studies and experiments and she wasn’t allowed a mark yet!? It was more than insulting.

Andromeda graduated that year. With her graduation came trauma. Andy did not stick around for very long. Pregnant and engaged to a mudblood, Andromeda ran off with Ted Tonks, leaving behind her sisters and family. And letters. Bella read hers and promptly destroyed her room, and then Andromeda’s, before being called downstairs. What happened there will continue to haunt her. Suddenly the three of them were two. Bellatrix blamed the mudblood and the baby and swore that if she ever saw them, they would die. But Bella wasn’t happy with her sister either, her sister who left her to deal with their parents. Cowardly bitch.

Bellatrix was extremely hurt over Andromeda’s betrayal and she took it out on the hapless victims she was sent out after. Many of the men couldn’t figure out why the Dark Lord had kept her around this long without giving her a mark and more than one of them had started making jokes that she was around for what she could do while on her back. Most of them got painful hexes for their jokes. In a fit of exasperation after yet another successful evening in which she had done well and wasn’t going to get marked she screamed at Voldemort, “What do you want from me?” She found herself on the floor within a matter of seconds, but something had changed. He almost smiled at her, she thought, saying something how he thought she’d never ask and tomorrow someone would bring her for something else.

Needless to say she was confused, but she followed directions, happy for some sort of acknowledgement that wasn’t simply no.

The next evening she was returned to the now familiar room, but she didn’t wait as long, for within moments the Dark Lord appeared, saying he thought she needed training. Bellatrix started to wonder what she had been doing for the last several months, until he clarified. He was going to train her. Her work was already good, but it could use refinement. Why he was training her and not one of the other talented Death Eaters, Bellatrix didn’t know, but she was thrilled. Something had come out of her perseverance. It was probably the first of many instances Voldemort would use to tether her to him. With her fiery nature and need for attention, Bellatrix could be either a great warrior for the Death Eaters or a great hindrance. Voldemort was clearly in tune to the girl’s personality.

Training with him was on one hand, amazing and awe filled. On the other hand, it was hell. He was by far more skilled and he didn’t tolerate imperfections in her spell work. If she didn’t do something the way he wanted she found herself being punished, far more harshly than her father had ever punished her before. He liked to test her by dueling with her and while it made her a far better dueler than her counterparts it was also near deadly a few times when he got angry and an Avada Kedavra hit the wall inches from her. But she yearned to please and steadily got better, earning more “praise” and less pain.

Then, “Good work Bella. Come back tomorrow for your mark.”

About. Fucking. Time.

That night should have been the happiest of her entire life. But The Dark Lord does not give the mark lightly. Even though he told her to come back to get the coveted tattoo, she had to go through what all new recruits go through and by the end of the night, when she finally knelt before him as he touched his wand to her skin and burned it into her arm, she was already throbbing with pain. Proving loyalty to the Dark Lord is no easy feat, even if one might be considered his protégé of sorts. But she managed to walk out of there, on pride alone, for as soon as other people had apparated away she had collapsed, into Rodolphus who apparently refused to leave her side now that they were engaged. He took her home. She promptly got drunk in order to pass out.

Due to Andromeda’s leaving she quickly found her wedding moved up, the wedding she had worked so hard to postpone because she wasn’t ready yet, because frankly she didn’t want to get married and wasn’t being engaged enough? But she found herself at the alter anyways, in the middle of a lavish wedding meant to make the rest of society forget about Andromeda. Bella couldn’t forget that her sister was not at her side as her bridesmaid. Only Narcissa where there should have been two. But she played her part well, as she always had, smiling and laughing. That night there was no typical wedding night and Rodolphus saw her cry for the first time. She curled up on the side of the bed in her white slip and cried. For her lack of freedom and for the sister that wasn’t there.

It was the beginning of a new life. One in which she was no longer Bellatrix Black, but Bellatrix Lestrange. A life in which she worked her way up in the Dark Lord’s ranks, to become his right hand, his most loyal, his arbiter of justice.

Now, she can be regularly found running around and torturing and maiming on behalf of the Dark Lord, complete with dark marking. She considers herself to be the Dark Lord's favorite. Her life revolves around her Death Eater activities, for there lies most of her life goals. Once the war is over, perhaps then she will settle down into married life and have a child or two but not now. No, Voldemort needs her now. She is his deadly weapon and she couldn't possibly take nine months or more out of fighting to bear a child. Which is fine with her, she is still young, there will be plenty of time for that later. The war might be taking longer than she expected but resistance against the Death Eaters are futile and the death count is mounting. She has no doubt they will win the war and settle into utopia at long last.

How did you hear about us? Ad hopping. Although I think I've been here before...but you had a Bellatrix then?