Post by bellatrix malfoy on Apr 30, 2008 8:49:59 GMT -8
{ THE LIFE AND LOVES OF BELLATRIX KATHERINE MALFOY }
an angel's smile is what you sell, you promise me heaven then put me through hell.[/i][/color][/font]
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[/b][/color][/font]buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.[/i][/color][/right]
YOUR NAME: Meg
YOUR AGE: 17 (18 in three months YAY!)
HOW YOU FOUND US: Through the site 'Looking For?' you posted in my request thread
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
ANYTHING ELSE?: Sometimes I may be away for a few days in a row for seemingly no reason - my family is going through some trouble at the moment so this will be happening for a couple of months but I will give notice where I can. [/color][/font]
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[/b][/color][/font]til one by one they were gone.[/i][/color][/right]
FULL NAME: Bellatrix Katherine Malfoy
NICKNAME{S}: Bella, Trixie, Trix, Kit [from her middle name], Malfoy
AGE/YEAR: Nineteen
BIRTHDAY: July Fifth
HOUSE: Former Slytherin
BLOODLINE/ALLIANCE: Pureblood/Death Eaters
PET(S): Small black kitten by the name of Ebony[/color][/font]
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[/b][/color][/font]flash the message "something's out there".[/i][/color][/right]
GOALS & DREAMS:
[♥] To get married and have children (present)
[♥] To graduate and obtain a decent job (past)
[♥] To live to see the "Death Eater's Vision" come to life (present)
FEARS:
[♥] Mice and Rats (past and present)
[♥] Spiders (past and present)
[♥] Failing school and having to repeat (past)
[♥] Bringing shame to the Malfoy name (past and present)
[♥] Going out at night alone (past and present)
STRENGTHS:
[♥] Good public speaker
[♥] Can sweet talk her way out of most things
[♥] Potions
[♥] Charms
WEAKNESSES:
[♥] Herbology
[♥] Family (though she won't admit it to just anyone)
[♥] Often speaks before thinking (the only non-Slytherin trait she possesses really)
PERSONALITY:
Trixie Malfoy is what you would call a typical pureblood Malfoy. She believes in the pureblood superiority that has been spoken of in her family since before her grandfather Lucius was born and she is not afriad to show anyone that she does believe it. Trix is the type of person who is very private. If she doens't want you to know anything about her and her personal life then you will have a hard time trying to discover things (though it is possible if you know where to look). Trixie is ambitious and cunning, once she has her mind set on something she will strive to achieve it no matter who stands in her way.
Dispite the common thought, Trixie is not a violent person, not unless you get her angry. Most times she appears to be a calm and gentle woman (to the untrained eye) but those who know her well, and some who don't, know that if you piss her off then she is like a volcano exploding and has been known to make threats on people's lives or cause minor injuries. It is thought that this volcanic temper, something that leads her to speak before thinking, comes from her grandfather, Lucius or his father, Abraxas, but its not certain.
Trix can be a manipulative person and has a way of talking her way out of a situation, a talent she has perfected over the years. Being the youngest of the Malfoy clan means that she has often gotten her own way, sometimes moreso that her siblings, and she likes that attention and will do almost anything to keep herself in the spotlight. Some would call her spoilt but she likes to think that she is merely well off. Trix has been known to attempt to manipulate others into doing what she wants. With her kind and rather sweet appearance many are fooled by the personality that lies underneath.[/color][/font]
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[/b][/color][/font]call the troops out in a hurry.[/i][/color][/right]
WAND: Runespoor Fang, Blackthorn, Swishy, 12 Inches - Swishy = good for Charm work.
PATRONUS: Cat (similar to her pet cat, Ebony)
BOGGART: A large hairy spider... ICK!
MIRROR OF ERISED: She has everything that she could want (or so she likes to think) so its uncertain what she would see in such a powerful artifact.
SPECIAL: I will speak to you further but I would like the abilities of Telekinesis and Telepathy that I mentioned on Looking For? should you wish for the restrictions, etc that I place on them I will gladly pm them to you.
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[/b][/color][/font]this is it boys, this is war.[/i][/color][/right]
HAIR COLOR: Blonde with a few natural light brown streaks
EYE COLOR: Blue - they often darken or lighten minutely depending on her mood
SKIN TONE: Fair but not pale - she burns easily if she is in the sun too long
BODY BUILD: Average
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 61 kg (sorry not sure what it is in lbs)
PLAYBY: Charlize Theron[/color][/font]
{ IT'SALLOVERANDI'MSTANDINGPRETTY}
[/b][/color][/font]in the dust that was a city.[/i][/color][/right]
PARENTS:
Father; Draconis 'Draco' Malfoy
Mother; Daphne Malfoy (nee Greengrass)
SIBLINGS:
Meredith Malfoy [23]
Abraxas Malfoy [23]
Phineas Malfoy [22]
Lysandra Malfoy [22]
Scorpius Malfoy [21]
OTHER FAMILY:
Grandfather; Lucius Malfoy
Grandmother; Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black)
Great-Uncle; Rodolphus Lestrange
Great-Aunt; Bellatrix Lestrange (nee Black)
Great-Uncle; Rabastan Lestrange
Great-Aunt; Andromeda Tonks (nee Black) (disowned)
Great-Uncle; Ted Tonks
Second-Cousin; Nymphadora Tonks (disowned)
Third-Cousin; Sirius Black (disowned)
Third-Cousin; Regulus Black
practically all purebloods as most are inter-related
HOMETOWN: Wiltshire, England
HISTORY:
Trix was born Bellatrix Katherine Malfoy to Draconis Malfoy and his wife Daphne on July Fifth. She is the youngest of six children, Meredith [23], Abraxas [23], Phineas [22], Lysandra [22], Scorpius [21] and Bellatrix [19]. Bellatrix got on better with her three brothers than her sisters as she had always been more of a tom-boy than a complete girly-girl. Bellatrix could often be found tagging around with her father when he was home, as she never had an emotional attachment to her mother, their personalities seemed to clash in ways that people couldn't understand and Bellatrix and Daphne were driven apart, leaving Bella to show favour towards the Malfoy Patriarch.
Trixie showed her first sign of magic shortly after her fifth birthday. When her father went to hit her for drawing on the walls she blew up a vase in his face, this left him in St Mungo's for a while as they removed the glass shards from his face, resulting in a trip to St Mungo's to repair any possible damage (though there was never any mention of exactly what happened). There was a few more situations where Trixie demonstrated her magic before she ended up in Hogwarts. Where other little girls her age who had grown up in a home where they were not spoiled and received everything they wanted Trixie began to mimic the beliefs of her father and began to think of hurting those who had hurt her and these feelings grew stronger as she headed towards the age of eleven. There was, however, no exact reasoning behind Trixie's dislike for Muggleborns as she had not been hurt by any, that people could see, like she claimed.
Due to her spoiled childhood Trixie, use to getting everything she wanted, rebelled at a very young age, and did anything she could to irritate her mother and sisters. Although to her face she was a respectful child, behind her back she did whatever she pleased and Draco never seemed to care what his daughter did. Trixie pushed expensive pots over and blamed it on her sisters, and quite liked covering Scorpius in ink when the boy was sleeping or dozing. Naturally, her mother punished her, though nothing seemed to be working because, by this stage, Trixie had no respect for the supposed maternal figure in her life. She never yielded to her threats, or spankings. When she was 11 she received her letter to Hogwarts. When she arrived she was no match for the school at all and, within her first year, she was suspended at least once a month. At this stage Trixie started to change her style of clothes and make-up so that she would stand out from everyone else.
Following her acceptance into Hogwarts Trixie was sorted into Slytherin. The hat took a little longer to sort her as there was a lot of emotions hidden away in her head that she refused to show and this confused the hat a little. As she got into her second and third years she began to hear more about the Death Eaters seeing as it was a common dinner discussion when she was permitted to go over to her father's friends places. Most would think that she wasn't listening and was in her own world but in truth she was storing the information away for later use. As she got into her fifth and sixth years she began to follow the discussions at these dinners more closely and was soon a full-blown supporter of an organisation that had, supposedly, died out. By this time she had started to calm down, her father, realising exactly how out of control his youngest was managed to talk her out of it, the conversation he had with Bella is, to this day, still a secret between the pair.
During her time at Hogwarts Trixie had dated many guys but the relationships never lasted for more than a couple of weeks at most. During her fourth year she was costantly seen on the arm of one Kieran Delano which was the closest thing to a relationship that she had ever had. It ended, however, in a couple of months when one of her "friends" convinced him that the relationship was wrong for him and he left her. The details are uncertain and only Kieran (who graduated that year after staying with said friend for a few weeks following the incident) and the said "friend" know them and neither will reveal what went on.
On the topic of boys, Trixie went through a few following the Kieran incident. She liked what she could do with them, and how they could make her feel good. Boyfriends were never really her style, but if she needed to, she would string some along just for the benefits she would reap from them. She would often form friends with males and these were strong but she could never handle a romantic relationship with anyone. As she finished her sixth year she had already been outed as a bisexual, something that didn't bother her one bit, and often had friendships with males. She has not had a "boyfriend" since the middle of sixth year and has taken time off relationships, attempting to calm herself down and find someone whose not going to mess around with her and will take her for herself. The only relationship that she had in this time was an on-off relationship with a Slytherin in the year above her called Dante Fierro, the relationship completely ended after about a year when Dante left the country. Most of her actions with regards to relationships after her sixth year were all done on her father's advice.[/color][/font]
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[/b][/color][/font]ninety nine red balloons go by.[/color][/i][/right]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Now that it was not illegal to be entering the depths of Knockturn Alley, Abigail Snape strode through the streets her black trench coat covering the denim jeans and black sweater that adorned her frame. Even for most it was not wise to enter these parts, a woman alone was easy prey for some of those that hid under the cloaks in wait. Abigail had never had problems, however, being the wife of Severus Snape had its perks when you were in this kind of situation. She sighed to herself, the rhythmic clicking of her boots on the cobblestone road echoed off the walls around her, the grimy windows in the shops she passed making the street look nothing more than abandoned, if you didn't count the beggers that sat on the sidewalks shaking tins or selling black market items.
Just as she was approaching her destination, an apothecary that sold only the darkest of potions ingredients (honestly! why did her husband need all these exotic things to play around with anyway) she saw a familiar head of red hair and her curiousity peaked once more. She began to quicken her pace just as she saw none other than Ginevra Malfoy entering the apothecary she was headed for and her eyebrow raised slightly. What was the young woman doing in these parts, not even Narcissa Malfoy was permitted down here by her husband, surely Draco had given his wife the same talk, or even Lucius for goodness sakes. She stopped at the door and pushed it open gently, the bell at the top tinkling lightly to signal that another had entered the store. Waving off the store clerk she decided to do her shopping first, she would not suffer the supposed wrath of her husband for forgetting his precious ingredients, which meant that he would talk her ears off until she agreed never to forget them again. She had been in Diagon Alley to pick up the more legal ingredients but there were still a few things that she needed.
"Newts eyes, Rat tails..." "Bat Wings."
She heard the mutter of the young woman as she was picking up a jar of pickled slugs eyes (which in truth looked like nothing more than green goop). She sighed and then moved down the shelf further, grabbing a few more ingredients. Once she was done she headed to the counter just in time to see Ginny leaving the store. She cursed under her breath and told the clerk to owl them to Severus at their house, where he was currently staying for the holidays. Throwing the money down on the counter and heading to the door she turned briefly "and if anything is broken or removed you will have to deal with the wrath of my husband" she added as an after thought.
Slipping through the streets she finally caught sight of the young woman once more and fell into step with her "not wise to be around these parts Ginevra" she said in a low voice "I am sure that Draco would have something to say about it, would he not? Not even Narcissa comes down here, now what business would you have in old Jack's Apothecary eh?" a smirk played on her lips, she was not really reprimanding the woman though she should be, someone so young should not wander alone, especially in these parts. People may be afraid of the shady looking Severus Snape but none would have a problem with attacking a Malfoy, Minister and his family or not
Just as she was approaching her destination, an apothecary that sold only the darkest of potions ingredients (honestly! why did her husband need all these exotic things to play around with anyway) she saw a familiar head of red hair and her curiousity peaked once more. She began to quicken her pace just as she saw none other than Ginevra Malfoy entering the apothecary she was headed for and her eyebrow raised slightly. What was the young woman doing in these parts, not even Narcissa Malfoy was permitted down here by her husband, surely Draco had given his wife the same talk, or even Lucius for goodness sakes. She stopped at the door and pushed it open gently, the bell at the top tinkling lightly to signal that another had entered the store. Waving off the store clerk she decided to do her shopping first, she would not suffer the supposed wrath of her husband for forgetting his precious ingredients, which meant that he would talk her ears off until she agreed never to forget them again. She had been in Diagon Alley to pick up the more legal ingredients but there were still a few things that she needed.
"Newts eyes, Rat tails..." "Bat Wings."
She heard the mutter of the young woman as she was picking up a jar of pickled slugs eyes (which in truth looked like nothing more than green goop). She sighed and then moved down the shelf further, grabbing a few more ingredients. Once she was done she headed to the counter just in time to see Ginny leaving the store. She cursed under her breath and told the clerk to owl them to Severus at their house, where he was currently staying for the holidays. Throwing the money down on the counter and heading to the door she turned briefly "and if anything is broken or removed you will have to deal with the wrath of my husband" she added as an after thought.
Slipping through the streets she finally caught sight of the young woman once more and fell into step with her "not wise to be around these parts Ginevra" she said in a low voice "I am sure that Draco would have something to say about it, would he not? Not even Narcissa comes down here, now what business would you have in old Jack's Apothecary eh?" a smirk played on her lips, she was not really reprimanding the woman though she should be, someone so young should not wander alone, especially in these parts. People may be afraid of the shady looking Severus Snape but none would have a problem with attacking a Malfoy, Minister and his family or not
Sirius Black lounged back casually on his favourite black couch. Everything in his wonderful apartment screamed 'bachelor' no matter where you looked there was not a woman's touch in sight and that is what Sirius loved the best. He never understood how those of his friends who were married or close to could live with women and have all that lace and those pink flowers everywhere. Ick! It simply urked him, it was so unnatural, so... feminine. No, Sirius Black was comfortable in his bachelor pad with no women around long enough to do the unthinkable and damage his reputation by adding frills and laces and purple polkadots.
He looked around the room as he put the bottle of whisky to his lips and took a mouthful. The burning sensation that it left as it went down his throat was so familiar these days that he didn't even notice it. He smirked, he had invited Frank, James and Remus around for a drink or two and a chat, time out for the boys he called it and it usually was, he wasn't sure where or what Peter was doing and had forgone the invitation to him, though he felt bad about it. He remembered his meeting with Dorcas last week and groaned, he had surely made a fool of himself laughing as he did, though he couldn't find it in himself to care much. He remembered how that old lady had looked at him, as if he was crazy.
Rising from his seat he paced the room silently, awaiting the arrival of his mates, at least then they could talk about something or suggest something that would cure this total and utter boredom that seemed to surround him constantly these days. It was just no fun having a youthful attitude and being brilliant at pranks if there was nothing that could be done about it. As if something brilliant had struck him he placed his drink on the table and ran from the room, he was going to pull a prank, one of the oldest ones in the book, sure, but it would allow him to see exactly how alert his friends were.
He returned a moment later with a bucket of paint (though he wasn't quite sure exactly what that was doing in his house) and some string. A bark-like laugh escaped his lips as he suspended the bucket above the door, the green paint almost running over the side until he added a little magic to hold it up completely. Returning to his living room he smirked, yes this would definately be a wonderful test to see how alert they were, did Prongs and Moony honestly believe he had given up his pranks, well for their sake he hoped not but for his he was all too glad to admit that he hoped they had.
He looked around the room as he put the bottle of whisky to his lips and took a mouthful. The burning sensation that it left as it went down his throat was so familiar these days that he didn't even notice it. He smirked, he had invited Frank, James and Remus around for a drink or two and a chat, time out for the boys he called it and it usually was, he wasn't sure where or what Peter was doing and had forgone the invitation to him, though he felt bad about it. He remembered his meeting with Dorcas last week and groaned, he had surely made a fool of himself laughing as he did, though he couldn't find it in himself to care much. He remembered how that old lady had looked at him, as if he was crazy.
Rising from his seat he paced the room silently, awaiting the arrival of his mates, at least then they could talk about something or suggest something that would cure this total and utter boredom that seemed to surround him constantly these days. It was just no fun having a youthful attitude and being brilliant at pranks if there was nothing that could be done about it. As if something brilliant had struck him he placed his drink on the table and ran from the room, he was going to pull a prank, one of the oldest ones in the book, sure, but it would allow him to see exactly how alert his friends were.
He returned a moment later with a bucket of paint (though he wasn't quite sure exactly what that was doing in his house) and some string. A bark-like laugh escaped his lips as he suspended the bucket above the door, the green paint almost running over the side until he added a little magic to hold it up completely. Returning to his living room he smirked, yes this would definately be a wonderful test to see how alert they were, did Prongs and Moony honestly believe he had given up his pranks, well for their sake he hoped not but for his he was all too glad to admit that he hoped they had.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Nope, nothing else
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