Bellatrix Druella Lestrange ,I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed, sung me moonstruck! Kissed me quite insane. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead (I think I made you up inside my head)AGEYEAR AND/OR OCCUPATIONMEMBER GROUPtwenty sevenunemployed/born wealthydeath eaterabout the character"WHO I AM"There is no doubt that Bellatrix Lestrange is completely and utterly insane; anyone who has known her for most, if not all of her life will tell you there she is, without question, the single most psychotic woman in Britain, and has been for as long as anyone can remember. While other children would show signs of violence and jealousy, they really had nothing on little Bella Black, who took typical childish antics and turned them into something truly horrific. As her peers wrestled in the dirt and fought over toys and the rules of various games, Bella was off to the side watching in silence; analyzing the situation, learning the significance of certain words and actions, and deducing how best to turn the entire scenario around to benefit her, and her alone. When she saw something that she wanted, she didn't throw a tantrum or threaten to hold her breath until she was blue in the face, she simply went out and got it for herself. This was all well and good when it was something as insignificant as a cookie before supper or a toy that was meant to be a surprise gift for a cousin, but by the time she was accepted to Hogwarts it had escalated to attacking unsuspecting neighbors and relatives if they happened to stand in her way.It wasn't until after she was in school that Bella's methods became more refined. She passed off her childhood behavior as a phase, and adopted her role as the queen of the school. Wherever she went, she had a small posse of loyal worshippers, male and female alike, that were so drawn in by her poise and dignity that the mind behind it didn't matter. As her popularity grew, so did her ego, and with that came some of the worst mental repercussions anyone could ask for. Positive reinforcement fueled her psychotic desires. During her seven years at Hogwarts, there was a suspicious spike in the number of devastating accidents among the student body. Anyone who spoke against Bellatrix or her sisters found themselves so seriously injured that they couldn't begin to express what had happened, or were found dead several days after they had last been seen. Other people received all of the blame - professors, Hogsmeade squatters, even students were punished and banished from the grounds for causing various injuries to the student body, but everyone knew that the eldest Black was somehow connected to every incident. Unfortunately, there was never any proof.That is the beauty of Bellatrix Lestrange. she is consumed by violent, animalistic impulses, but she has devised means to control such bloody urges so that she can blend into society. She has the ability to read people, to notice things about them and around them that even the keenest eye will never spot; regardless of her skills as a Legilimens, if she so chose she could easily pass herself off as a diviner, a psychic, someone with uncanny insight into a world beyond the earthly plane. When given an adequate amount of consideration, Bellatrix can be as charming and charismatic as anyone else, if not more so. She has wonderful people skills, spectacular intuition, and always seems to know the right thing to say in any given situation. She is a great public speaker, a motivational figure, and a woman whose immense height and empirically attractive build give her the physical characteristics to subconsciously demand respect and awe in those who look upon her. A person who doesn't know of the Blacks or the Lestranges, a random person off the street who had no idea that there was a war being fought in the shadows of England, would meet Bellatrix for the first time and find themselves wholeheartedly convinced that she is one of the finest women alive.Unfortunately, since the Wizarding World is at war, Bellatrix does not always get the attention that she feels she deserves. Because of this, she has become steadily less capable of keeping up her refined facade. She is at her best when everyone's eyes are locked on her, whether in a good light or a bad light. She thrives on both fame and infamy, and gets an inexplicable thrill from manipulating people and situations to bring the dramatic ending right to her. When she is not the center of attention, Bellatrix feels out of her element and completely out of control. She will break into cold sweats and talk to herself, claw at her own flesh and pull at her hair until clumps of it are pulled from her scalp in a bloody mess. Her body will become wracked with tremors and shivers, and she will occasionally begin addressing people who are not there. She hears voices that say nothing particularly consequential, but that exacerbate her already rocky situation when she realizes that no one else can hear them.Easily frustrated and overwhelmingly impatient, Bellatrix becomes easily agitated in nearly any situation. If things don't go her way from the get-go, she is prone to overly dramatic exhibits of rage and angst. She isn't one to plan things terribly far in advance, and prefers to improvise everything as she goes along. In her mind, this is a much more efficient and interesting way of dealing with the world around her. Nevertheless, everything she does comes with a specific goal in mind, usually one that primarily benefits her, and when that goal is altered, changed from her ideal, she feels a sense of disappointment. Though she won't admit it, she has a deep-set fear of disappointment, mainly when it comes from her Master. She would rather commit suicide than admit to the Dark Lord that she made a mistake in the course of her service to Him. As a result, she aims for perfection in everything that she does, and makes up for her lack of proper planning with well-oiled and ruthless executions of any and all tasks. She doesn't believe in taking prisoners, because the extra weight of unnecessary bodies could compromise her assignments, which, in turn, could lead to a mistake, which she cannot handle.Bellatrix is a person of extremes. There is rarely a middle ground with her, but she doesn't recognize it as an issue. She will be elated and gleeful for weeks at a time, and then will drop into a harsh, murderously dark state of mind in an instant. At times, she thinks she is the greatest person in the world, aside from her Master; she is convinced that she is the best witch in the world, second only to the Dark Lord; that her tactics in war are second to none, that she is the most loyal Death Eater, that she is the best duelist, and that she is the prettiest woman to have ever walked the earth. A single potential mistake will turn this overly positive attitude on its head, and she will whole-heartedly believe that she is the worst witch in existence, that she is completely unworthy of her Master's Mark, that she should be killed for her inefficiency and for disappointing the Dark Lord even when her missions weren't completely compromised, or when He isn't even upset with her. Her emotions change more rapidly than she can follow, and often reach unusual extremes that she cannot explain. The smallest thing will send her into a violent, murderous rage; the slightest sign of her sister, Narcissa, or the Dark Lord will bring her down from her livid high and have her crooning like a kitten.Although she spends a relatively small portion of her day thinking about her appearance, at least compared to her younger sister, Bellatrix is a very vain woman, always very worried about her appearance. She dresses in the best clothes, but adjusts them so that she will be able to move as she likes at all times. Her hair is naturally manageable, and she keeps it cut in such a way that it requires very little thought or effort, while still flattering her bone structure. She doesn't often wear makeup, only on certain special occasions when it is required of her to play the role of a wife, a Lestrange, a Black - anything that holds her to certain expectations that she hasn't given much thought since her youth. Her focus on her appearance is really all tied to sex appeal. She has more heels and lingerie than most could keep track of, and she uses it all in various manipulative ways. Toying with her victims is one of her favorite games, and she loves to put herself on display in order to arouse the men around her before a kill, whether it's her victims themselves or just her fellow Death Eaters. There is also the lingering belief that filth, blood and gore are sexy, appealing. she goes to great lengths to make sure that any kill results in sweat and some bloodshed in order to, in her mind, make herself more appealing and get more attention from the men around her.Although she has been married for several years, Bella's one true love is her Master. She sees herself as His most loyal follower, and imagines that she is His favorite, His confidant, the only one within the Cause that He can trust. She has a soft spot for Him, a longing that will never be satisfied. She craves contact with Him, both physical and mental, and she would go to great lengths to please Him. When He says jump, she asks how high. The world revolves around the Dark Lord, and there is absolutely no way that He could do anything wrong in her eyes. Her love for Him is with her at all times, and everything she does, she does with Him in mind. There are few things that she can do without first considering what He would want her to do, what would get Him to praise her, what would be least likely to offend Him. The only slight exception is her lustful feelings for her Master. Pain is arousing, as is the mere thought of playing a dominant role, but thinking about the Dark Lord in a sexual manner is her quickest and surest rout to a mind-blowing climax. She does not admit the lengths of this infatuation, and tries her best to keep it from her Master, largely because a part of her knows all too well that he would be incredibly disappointed by such a sign of weakness.Pain is something that Bellatrix enjoys on a number of levels. Hurting other people is fascinating in her eyes; their expressions, their screams, the thrashing and twitching of their bodies is enough to bring her into a trans-like state of interest. She studies her victims, making note of each of their reactions to their torture and ultimate death, and she puts it towards her future murders. She is an expert in all forms of torture, psychological and physical, and is constantly learning and developing her methods. On a slightly higher level, she finds pain and humiliation to be extremely arousing. She responds strongly and quickly to being hurt herself, but only when it is something that she has agreed to, where she is a willing participant and not a truly submissive party. Her preferred sexual encounter involves humiliating, demeaning, and harming her partner, or partners. She loves to take a dominant role, to make other people into her slaves and force them to do what she wants them to do, what she will allow them to do. Blood is incredibly erotic, and one of her favorite "games" in the bedroom (not that her sexual escapades are limited to beds) is to see just how much she can make her partners bleed before they beg her to stop. Begging is almost as erotic, and she will never give in to a climactic ending until they're begging like dogs after scraps.Bella is incredibly delusional, about nearly everything. She hears voices, but has never admitted it, since she generally coexists with them quite nicely. They don't say anything that she hadn't already consciously thought of, and on the rare occasion that they try to reprimand her or console her, she lashes out and tries to silence them by hurting herself. She figured out years ago that the voices themselves aren't real, but will forget that when she gets caught up in the moment. A part of her is convinced that the Dark Lord loves her as she loves Him, that he will come to her at night or that her death would cause him a dramatic, romantic sort of anguish. She also tends to make up her own version of reality as a way of coping with things that are too much, too real to handle.There are very few instances in which Bellatrix actually understands that she is insane. She sees everything she does as somehow beneficial for the Dark Lord, or in search of ultimate purification of the Wizarding World, which would be better for everyone. The voices she hears should tell her something, but she assumes that everyone hears such voices as well. Because the people she associates with are just as sexual and bloodthirsty as she is, she sees her sadistic, murderous tendencies as normal, and actually believes that they are good, desirable qualities. Her proneness to exaggerated, long-term obsessions eludes her completely, killing Tonks is a way to avenge the "death" of Andromeda, following Narcissa is simply her way of protecting her sister, and her loyalty to her Master is just an obvious devotion that everyone should express. Insults and insinuations that she is a truly psychotic character go straight over her head, because in Bellas mind, the only opinion that matters is that of the Dark Lord. He is the only one with the power to shame her or please her, and only when He tells her that she is a complete lunatic will she listen.For all of these awful qualities, most of which are the result of severe inbreeding in the Black family and a series of culture shocks and unavoidable traumas in her lifetime, Bellatrix is a very poised, wise woman. She is incredibly intelligent, with an IQ that most people could never fathom and manipulation skills that most people couldn't imagine. She has an eidetic memory, and is able to notice tiny details that other people overlook, and bring them back to her conscious memory shortly thereafter. Her wealthy upbringing led to her being very well read from a very young age, and she is fluent in multiple languages, which come in handy with the recruiting process. If she hadn't begun to go insane, she would be the picture of pureblood society- educated, beautiful and personable. Shame, shame."WHY I AM"]When Bellatrix looks back at the stories of the so-called romances of her family, especially her parents, she sneers and walks off in disgust before she loses her lunch. Like her daughter, Druella Rosier had no interest in the man that she was to marry before they met at the altar in the summer of 1950. She had been groomed for the life of a housewife, taught from an early age that it was her duty as a pureblooded witch to marry young and produce heirs for her husband. Though only eighteen at the time, she accepted her fate and married the strapping young Cygnus Black, a distant cousin of hers on both sides. The earliest tales tell of a very steamy honeymoon, set primarily in a suite in the south of France for the entire month of August that year. Although there was no love between the young couple, they had developed a certain amount of affection for one another, and the wizarding world was in an uproar when they announced the pregnancy. For nine months, everything went beautifully. It seemed that they would have a successful marriage, he doted on his bride, and she worshipped her husband in every way that he thought ideal, and to the world, they were perfectly happy. And then as the clock struck midnight on April 13, 1951, it all fell apart.Five weeks premature, a female child came into the world. Neither Cygnus nor Druella took care to hide their disappointment, even as the shrieking infant was handed over. The child was a devil from the very beginning. Wailing, screaming and crying non-stop, grabbing, pulling and gumming everything to oblivion for no reason whatsoever. Her eyes were black from the get-go, dark and empty, soulless. She couldn't be comforted, no matter who took hold of her. She was given the name Bellatrix, after the Amazon star, since Cygnus correctly assumed that his first-born would be able to take care of herself. He was determined to try again, to have another child that would keep his daughter occupied and who, with any luck, would be the son he so desperately wanted. Unfortunately, Bellatrix had taken more from young Druella than anyone realized. That first year was awful for the poor woman; weakened by the pregnancy and the bloody, rushed delivery, her health further deteriorated with the lack of sleep and the constant care for the child from Hell. As soon as she could crawl, Bella was always disappearing and forcing her relatives to hunt for her. She broke things and somehow got past all sorts of magical barriers. At one point, Druella flat-out asked her husband: "Are you sure you want another?"When Bella was two, her sister, Andromeda was born. The pregnancy went considerably smoother than the first, except for the ultimate ending - another daughter. At first glance, she was incredibly displeased to have to share the Black Manor with this strangely quiet little alien, but she quickly realized that having a companion, a partner-in-crime, would be more beneficial than anything else. She began carting her baby sister around with her at all times, dragging her off whenever she decided to raise hell for her relatives and feeding her sweets to keep her quiet when she got fussy. When Narcissa came into the picture two years later, Bella had no interest in the girl. She didn't look like them, and she certainly didn't act like Andromeda. If anything, she was far too like Bella for her own good. When no new infants appeared, Bella was finally at ease, and her dislike for Narcissa began to ebb.The girls were spoiled. they were the best dressed, best educated children in their social circle, and other children loved coming to the Black Manor just to see all of the toys that the three possessed. Andromeda became her voice of reason, the one person who could talk her down from all sorts of insane and potentially hazardous stunts. She was the buffer between the oldest and youngest girls. Bella never did understand Narcissa and her ways. The girl was blonde, for one thing, but for another, she was self-absorbed and vain and the two could never connect. Her apparent fear of anything unclean was too much for Bella. She spent much of their pre-Hogwarts years tormenting the youngest child, throwing dirt and slimy things into her room whenever no one was looking, and mocking her viciously when she panicked later.When she was ten, Bella began feeling strange desires that she could not explain. She wanted to hurt things, to destroy things that other people cherished or saw as beautiful. Her sisters were the sole exception to her sociopathic desires. Andromeda and Narcissa were, by then, her most beloved "possessions", two things that she believed understood her and worshipped her unconditionally, and to her, they were beautiful, wonderful beings. Everything else was fair game. She killed a rabbit that year by bashing its head in by the pond on the grounds. The way the blood splattered was art, and the way it pooled on the paving stones was another masterpiece entirely. She went on to kill other animals that she could get her hands on, always taking a different route to end its life in order to inspect the different aspects of a living thing. Some were beheaded, some cut open, some smothered, and others simply starved to death because she forgot all about them. Their corpses were left strewn around the edge of the grounds, and conveniently spaced out so that it seemed like a fox had been at them. Cygnus and Druella never caught on, even when neighbors began complaining of missing cats and lap dogs -- they never suspected little Bella.In the months leading up to her departure for Hogwarts, Bella's condition worsened. She faced great anxiety at the prospect of being separated from her sisters, especially Andromeda. The thought of being away from the only people who knew her was too much to handle; the thought that Andromeda and Narcissa might develop a bond that would outshine whatever they had was more horrific still. That was when the voices started- they told her things, convinced her that the two younger girls were excited for the eldest to be out of the picture. They told her to make a lasting impression, to convince each girl that they needed her. Bella began lashing out at everyone in an attempt to impress her sisters. Whenever one admired something that the neighbors had, she would steal it for them. If one expressed any degree of hatred for one of their playmates, Bella would harm them. It went unchecked until the August of 1952, when she hit Timmy Savage over the head with a ceramic pot and sent him to St. Mungo's for two months because he pulled Andromeda's hair. Cygnus and Druella rushed her off to Hogwarts to ease the tension between the two families, despite Bella's desperate protests.When her name was called at the Sorting Ceremony, Bellatrix sauntered up to the stool as if without a care in the world. She took her seat as a queen taking her throne, and as soon as the Hat was within earshot, she began to silently threaten it. If it didn't put her in Slytherin, it would be used as a rag, a mop, toilet paper, anything she could think of before finally shredding it and burning the strips. It sorted her accordingly, and she strutted to the Slytherin table and shooed a handful of other first years over so that she could have the seat nearest the pudding. Her fellow first-years were drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and as months passed, second and third years followed suit. She was immensely popular with very little effort. The way she carried herself, the way that she could seem to take control of any situation without breaking a sweat, and the fact that everyone knew the Blacks, and that was the key to lifelong respect. She excelled in her classes, without making any real effort. Her "friends" began doing worse and worse as their time together progressed, and her professors thought her to be some sort of genius. Which, of course, she was.Her cruel ways went largely unnoticed for several years. She was seen as a bitch and a cold, elitist girl with compromised morals, but that was how most Slytherins were perceived. She was nothing more than an extremely popular, extremely intelligent rich girl, and she was able to easily slip under the radar. Things changed in her third year, when Andromeda came to Hogwarts. Bellatrix was empowered by the presence of her sister, and began to act out in an attempt to impress the younger girl. That Christmas, Bella seduced her father's best friend at the annual Christmas Ball. She planned it carefully, so that her father would be sure to enter the library just as things were getting heated. He was a bit late, and the man had already taken her virginity by the time Cygnus arrived. She screamed bloody murder and began to weep, begging and pleading with her father to save her from the dratted rapist. The man was dragged away and badly beaten before being sent into the basement for a week while the family decided what to do. Bella taunted him and tormented him nightly, and when he was finally killed, she felt giddier than she ever had before.A year later, Bellatrix first became aware of the existence of Rodolphus Lestrange. He was a scrappy kid in Andromeda's year, and for some reason he seemed just a little bit off. He followed her around like a dog begging for affection for months at a time, always complimenting her and trying in vain to get her attention. The only thing he said that impressed her was that his father knew The Dark Lord. Oh, Bella had heard rumors, stories from her family and their colleagues, but never had she met anyone with so close a connection to this man, this deity. Lestrange became her second confidant, the closest thing she had to a friend besides her sister. She grilled him day and night about the Dark Lord, asking him about anything and everything having to do with him and his cause. When she was sixteen, she convinced him to convince his father to allow her into their home while He paid a visit. She met him and practically groveled at his feet. That first meeting was not a terribly good first impression. She received her Mark later that year, and suddenly felt as if the entire world belonged to her.When she finally finished her seventh year at Hogwarts, Bella was told that she was to move into the Lestrange Manor. Her primary duty was to learn from Lycia Lestrange, and grow into the sort of woman who would be fit to run the estate. She generally had other things in mind.That summer, she began sleeping with Rodolphus, though his mother had "forbidden" it, and she could be found lounging naked in his bed far more often than anywhere else. By the time she and Rodolphus were finally married three years later, when Bella was twenty-one and Rodolphus was nineteen, she had slept with several cousins, and most of his closest friends. She had developed a deep longing for his angry outbursts, the jealous rages that were sparked when he found her with some other man in his bed. It gave her a thrill the likes of which she really couldn't explain.By the time she was twenty-five, Bellatrix made no mistakes. Every assignment, every task, every raid, every attack was performed with such ruthless precision that she left no survivors. She no longer hid her true identity, began refusing to cover The Mark upon her arm. For others it might have been a problem, but by the time she was twenty-six, Bella could not sleep, at least not at night. She would wake when the sun went down, and stay up until she collapsed from exhaustion. The voices in her head only grew louder with time, but she learned to embrace them. They fueled her madness, propelled her sense of violence to whole new levels, and, in her mind, made her a better Death Eater.Bellatrix recently saw her twenty-seventh birthday come and go. She cares not for her age, only for her experience, and in her mind, she is the most experienced follower of The Dark Lord. She has fought in nearly every battle since she left Hogwarts, and has yet to be seriously wounded or killed. She has almost as many enemies as her Master himself, due to the sheer number of victims she has claimed in a relatively short period of time. People fear her, and her husband and brother-in-law, by their name alone. Her madness precedes her, and the world knows that she is not to be crossed. Even those in her own ranks fear her, to an extent, because her lack of predictability, her extreme paranoia, and her tendency to attack anyone and everyone for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time mark her as an unstable and horrifying. If asked who you'd least like to run into in a dark alley, your answer should be Bellatrix Druella Lestrange.teaganabout me22 years old, role playing for about 7 years. ummm, can't think of anything crucial to put here.BANNER BY WHOEVERTEMPLATE BY FEDORA @ CAUTION 2.0 AND A THOUSAND FIREFLIES
Bellatrix Druella Lestrange
