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Death Eater
Bellatrix Rigella Lestrange
PERSONALITY Boggart: Her daughter, suffering and alone. Mirror of Erised: Her Lord and Master seated on a throne with her husband and herself on either side of him acting as his right and left hands, their daughter looking at her proudly with admiration, and her father bowing at her feet. Patronus: A Python - Mirroring her fascination with her precious Lord and Master if she were able to produce a patronus it would most likely be a snake. She would be able to conjure a patronus by thinking of Voldemort's gift of the Dark Mark. Bella is a complex creature. Many find her to be cold and aloof; they’re not wrong. Bella has no care or tolerance for anyone beneath her – mainly inferior bloodlines, lower social classes, blood traitors with less than savory political affiliations, and certainly not the mudbloods they seem to admire so much. For many years this distaste was merely harbored silently in her heart. Until He showed her the true path. He opened her eyes to a new world, the right world. The world as it should be, not as it was. Finally she could see that the pollution of the pure wizard race threatened to destroy the very foundation of the wizarding community. While she is not alone in her dogmatic views, not many have the iron stomach to keep their precious world spinning. Bella has no such weakness. Though she is more or less indifferent to the dirty deeds she built her reputation upon, she fiercely relishes the power she has over others and the fear her name alone can bring. But there is another side to Bella that most would never see or even begin to understand. To the few – the very few – people Bella actually cares about, she is almost a different person entirely. Not warm or gentle necessarily, but loving in her own way. And heaven help the soul that would dare do them harm. HISTORY Mother: Druella Black (nee Rosier), old, pureblood Father: Cygnus Black, older, pureblood Siblings: Narcissa Malfoy, 27, pureblood Partners: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange, 28, pureblood, husband Others: Lucius Malfoy, 24 brother-in-law Toujours Pur November 1, 1951 - London, England It was a hostile November evening. The weather could not decide between rain, snow, or hail, and beat down severely upon the unfortunate London population. Perhaps it was an omen of things to come, but the storm outside was nothing compared to the tempest within. All throughout the house, servants fluttered about, catering to the grand gathering of wizards and witches who had come to witness the miraculous event. A Black would be born this night! Cynus and Druella, though not overly fond of one another, had been trying to produce an heir for many years. Upon discovering Druella to be pregnant, the woman was immediately put on bedrest and catered to for most of the pregnancy. It was the only significant time Cygnus appeared to care for his wife; it was the only significant time Cygnus saw any value in the woman he had married. Druella was a pureblood, as he was, and from one of the few remaining royal families left worthy of marriage to a Black. But their desire to continue their prestigious line had thus far been a spectacular failure. With two previous miscarriages, carrying this child to term was of the utmost importance – and quite frankly a miracle. Desperate to see his line continue Cygnus had taken extraordinary care of Druella, and alas they would have their heir…or perhaps they wouldn’t. “A girl!” Hushed whispers began to spread throughout the manor and guests, and finally heavy footfalls thundered toward the west end chamber where the delivery was taking place. The doors were thrown open and lightning illuminated the shock and anger on Cygnus’ face. “Is it true?” he asked, his voice no louder than a whisper, but as devastating as the thunder that roared outside. One look at Druella’s face confirmed the disappointment. Rigel Orion Black, doubly named after the brightest star in the most recognizable and prominent constellation, a name fit for a king or a Black anyway – was a girl. After confirming the child’s sex a whirlwind of activity began. News had reached their esteemed guests, whose chatter and surprise grew in volume, servants were scurrying to escape Cygnus’ wrath, Druella had burst into tears, and no one noticed the calm curious child laying silent in the nearby rocker. It was inordinately strange that the infant did not squall as most other children, but rather – if it were possible – seemed to curiously take in the unfolding events. Cygnus raged at the “incompetent” staff and the doctor, but saved the more vicious barbs for his own wife, considering the very act as a betrayal. It was a long tirade, but once his anger and mortification at having the entire elite wizarding community discover their failure died down, he inspected the child. He stared at her in disbelief and disappointment. She stared back at him with no fear, though he had been a terror. Giving a solemn nod, Cygnus declared that they would “try again” and promptly left the room causing Druella to burst into tears again. As the nurse brought the baby to her mother, Druella pushed the child away and buried her face into the pillows. Three days later, Cygnus, fed up with his wife’s depression, “apologized” to the woman. His anger had been soothed further by the visit of an old friend Adolph Lestrange. Adolph’s wife had given birth to a strong son a year and change prior who was already showing much promise. Rodolphus would one day need a wife to breed more strong pureblood wizards and what better child than that of his dear friend? Desperate to fall into her husband’s good graces again Druella eagerly reconciled with him. They were then both shocked and only a little embarrassed to realize that neither of them knew where the newborn was. Kreacher, their ever-faithful house elf, had been looking after the child and had grown quite protective and fond of the baby. He proudly displayed the child to her parents, who finally took the little girl into their arms. “Bellatrix.” Cygnus stated, “Bellatrix Rigella Black.” *** 1961 - 12 Grimmauld Place, London, England “If only you had been born a man…” Cygnus said. Bella had heard this before, the long and bitter diatribe Cygnus often recited when too deep into his cups or after a particularly disappointing day. It didn’t matter that Bella, at nine years old, showed more magical prowess than any other child in their social circle. It did not matter that not only was she powerful, she was cunning and had no simpering childishness about her. She was perfect for the Black’s throne, but it would never come to her. Instead her aunt had decided to procreate, resulting in a squalling bundle of joy that would steal her birthright. If only she had been born a male indeed. She had a fierce control on her temper as they went to congratulate her aunt for saving the precious bloodline. She even resisted the urge to smother the child as he slept. He was the valuable heir after all, and she understood that names and titles passed from male to male, but damn if she didn’t fly into a rage in the privacy of her own room. **** 1967 - Hogwarts Castle “Slytherin!” Bella’s slight twitch of the lips signaled the confidence she had in the sorting hat’s decision. “Sit here Narcissa.” she said with the smallest bit of emotion on her face. Pride. She was proud of her sister for being sorted into the correct house under her watch. She was in her fifth year and had been chosen as a prefect, a position she intended to abuse horrifically to suit her own needs. After her sister was seated, Bella kept an eye on the remaining students to be sorted. There wasn’t much potential in the batch, but Bella was only concerned with her sister. Both her younger sisters had been sorted into Slytherin. Though she privately knew that neither of her sisters held the same beliefs as she did, she would have torn the hat to shreds should any other house name been called – she had mentally threatened as much when the foul object had been placed on her sister's beautiful golden hair. She had worried over nothing of course, and could see the teasing in Roddy's eyes. Oh how he would mock her later for being less than composed. She balked inwardly, but no one knew her the way he did. They were peas in a pod and two halves of the same coin since childhood. He was her confidant, her best friend, and the only person in the world whom she trusted. She would marry him one day, she knew that. It had been carefully explained to her at the tender age of five, when she first met the spoiled little devil. Her mother had told her, in no uncertain terms, that she was to be friendly and listen to whatever Rodolphus said, he would be her husband one day and it was her duty to please him. Throughout the years, as they got to know one another, Bella proved herself to be far more than docile housewife material. She was cunning, brave, and crazy. When they were twelve and thirteen, she nearly killed him in a “mock” duel, and Rodolphus learned the hard way, that she made a better ally than enemy. To date, she’s the only one who had ever bested him, it was the first and last time he ever underestimated her. That was the moment Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange knew he was going to marry Bellatrix Black. Bella’s lips twisted in amusement at the memory as her eyes found his at the table, they lingered a moment before she sneered at him and turned her attention back to the sorting hat. The smile remained. *** 1970 - Black Country Estates Bella stared at her reflection in the mirror. The picture of regal elegance in a white lace dress. It was her wedding day. She was marrying her best friend and she couldn’t rid the feeling of dread in her stomach. Not that she wasn’t happy to marry Roddy, of course she was, her entire life had led to this moment. Her freedom. Her purpose in life. A wife. A mother…eventually. But it was the images of her soon to be husband’s bachelor party the previous night that stuck in her gut. She didn’t know how to feel about what she had seen. Was she horrified? Was she…intrigued? She should have been horrified of course, but there was something alluring about the raw power of her husband-to-be, the pure masculinity and absolute control he had in ending a life or several as the case had been. She was torn out of her thoughts by the knocking on the door, before she could grant permission, a figure entered the room. “Cal…what are you doing here?” “What are you still doing here?” he returned hotly. Bella could understand his disappointment, but honestly she was rather annoyed to see him. The previous day had been an exhausting one. While Roddy was off enjoying his last day as a "free man", Bella was being lectured quite thoroughly on what was expected of her in this new role as Mrs. Lestrange. She had only just been released by her "doting" mother when Cal arrived. During her school years, Bella had perfected her role as a socialite (no matter how much she secretly loathed being cordial to her insipid classmates). It had worked primarily in her favor, as she used people as she saw fit, the only trade off were the one-sided attachments she often had to suffer afterward. Cal, a friend (pawn) from school fit well enough in their social circles, but was far too idyllic to really survive in her world, was one such attachment Bella just could not remove. He had apparently come to warn her of her fiance's infidelities, a fact that was already well known by Bellatrix, but she had played along and followed Cal to the hotel room Roddy had procured for the evening. She had not been surprised to see him with another woman, but three women at one time was impressive, though she supposed she should have been disgusted, but the show was only beginning. She had not been prepared for her fiance's next actions, by the look on Cal's face and the way he attempted to "protect" her, she knew Cal had no idea that Roddy was so easily capable of murder either. All too soon the women were snuffed out and Bella was quickly ushered away to "safety". She could hardly get a word in edgewise, but had convinced Cal not to go to the authorities. She had been on the verge of obliviating him when he agreed, but apparently his silence did not extend to leaving the matter be completely. Cal put his hands on her shoulders, “After what we saw last night…you can’t possibly be thinking of going through with this?” he asked his eyes wide. She wasn’t sure what to say, so instead she pressed her lips together and avoided his gaze. “Bella this is madness! He’s mad! He killed three women!” “Keep your voice down!” she commanded in a strong whisper moving toward him. She looked at the door behind him, as though someone would come in. When she was confident no one had heard them she silently cast a sound barrier. “I know what I saw Cal…but it’s not that simple. You don’t understand. He…I…we’ve been-“ “Betrothed. Since you were babies.” Cal finished flatly, “How on earth does that make any difference now?” “Cal, I’m sorry.” She said, though she wasn’t, not really. She didn’t love Cal, she wasn’t sure if she loved Roddy, in a romantic sense, but she loved him in her own way and she was loyal to him. “I can’t.” he said pulling at his hair, “I can’t let you do this and become another…I’m going to the aurors.” he announced in his manic pacing. He didn’t notice the shift in Bella’s stance, or the steely resolve flicker in her eyes. “No…Cal…you’re right.” she said, turning away from him to look out the window. The grounds were beautifully decorated for the wedding at her family’s estate. In the distance she could see fractions of the wizarding community waiting for the wedding to begin. A choice had to be made and whatever she was going to do, it would be final and absolute. She pulled the curtain closed. “I can’t marry him.” She turned excitedly to the man who wished to be her lover, “but I can’t expose him either…I don’t know what to do…” she simpered in a helpless way. Cal was at her side in a heartbeat, his words meant to sooth the woman he loved, “It’ll be alright, just trust me darling. I’ll take care of everything.” His heart was swimming, having earned the love of the woman he had so eagerly sought for years. He lifted her face to his and lost himself in the depth of her dark eyes, “I’ll take care of you Bella.” he promised before kissing her. She returned the kiss deeply before plunging the hidden letter opener deep in Cal’s chest, she even held on as he tried to pull away. Finally, she released him and saw his eyes wide in question as he could not form words. “Oh my dear Cal…to suffer such a fate…” she said holding him tenderly, no real remorse in her tone, “But you see that was your first mistake…thinking I needed someone to protect me.” Cal fell dead on the floor as Bella rose calmly to check her appearance once again. There was blood on her hands and blood on her dress, and she couldn’t help but think the color was …beautiful. Something else changed in that moment that she couldn’t explain. A strange euphoria settled upon her as she rubbed her blood slick hands together feeling the sticky texture. Thirty minutes later the wedding march began. Bella appeared at the entrance of the ornate building a vision in pure white, save the added red sash tied around her waist and her lips painted in the same color. Her eyes were clear, and her smile was mysterious. She was a new woman. *** The weather was considerably better, bright and warm rays fell softly against the country manor where Bella had decided to birth her child. Unlike her own entrance into the world, Bella wanted their child’s first days to be peaceful and absent society. Something about motherhood had softened Bella. She was, of course, still a dangerous psychotic bitch, but she wasn’t as heartless as her reputation would depict. She had long ago discovered her husband’s infidelities and with a rigid control she learned to accept them. Acceptance came much easier after she met…Him. Shortly after their marriage, Rodolphus was accepted into the brotherhood Bella had only heard whispers about. No one had bothered to include her or inquire after her interest because well…she was female. Who would have imagined her capable of joining Lord Voldemort’s ranks? He did. He found her on her wedding day, the most peculiar vision of a bride dragging a body into the woods. The image was so curious he remarked upon it, startling her into confronting him with her wand. Not many had ever dared do such a thing and lived to tell the tale, but he was amused. He was the most primal powerful man Bella had ever laid eyes on. Simply standing in his presence sent all her nerves flying in the most delicious way. She had an urge to bow to him, but couldn’t move. He held her enthralled, purely captivated. But the most peculiar thing was her eyes, she was not afraid of him or of the power that emanated from him. It would come as quite a shock to Bella who had never felt such sensations before, but the experience she was feeling was lust. Pure. Unconstrained. Lust. He didn’t say much, he had other matters to attend to. No doubt Lestrange would be honored to receive such an esteemed guest at his wedding, but he was there on business. Where else could a large gathering of his prominent supporters be without drawing attention, other than a wedding? It was a superb cover for darker purpose. Bella had only discovered who he was after the wedding and after he had long disappeared. Still, she would never forget the encounter as it was, up to that point in her life, the most spectacular event she could remember, and it had lasted less than five minutes. It would not be the last she saw him, though the subsequent times would be just as enthralling. They shared a deep fascination for powerful dark things, and he, being so far more experienced than her, was something of a god in her eyes. But she must have impressed him at some point, for she too was brought into the fold. As his word was law amongst his followers, none questioned it, but more than one follower had been surprised at her admittance in what was, heretofore, solely a male organization. She did not disappoint as a Death Eater. Being the first female recruit, she often went above and beyond to show her loyalty, ability, and power until her reputation for blood and mayhem rivaled that of the darkest wizards and none within their organization questioned her standing. It was the most fulfilled she had ever felt, and it was all because of Him. He was her savior. He was her god. And she was his most faithful servant. There was only one thing that could contend with her feelings for their leader, and that was the life growing inside of her. Today was the day she would meet her child and after several hours of the worst pain in Bella’s life, a beautiful girl was born. Bella eagerly reached for her child, loving her instantly. She was unprepared for Rodolphus’ rage, but unlike her mother she did not simper and wail into her pillow. Minutes after giving birth and having her child laid into her arms she hexed her husband. He had turned his back to her and she struck quickly without hesitation. She stood over his inert frame and in words barely louder than a whisper she spoke with a dead calm, “Have a care Rodolphus…your temper is upsetting your beautiful daughter…and know this…” she kicked at him, “If you ever raise your voice against her again I will kill you.” Rodolphus referred to the year following Aurora’s birth as “rocky”; Bella saw their marriage as dead. Her world became her Master and her child, and she excelled both as a death eater and a mother as improbable as the combination could be. But at the end of the day when she would return home the tension was palpable. Bella could not stomach the sight of her husband, who had rejected their daughter so completely. His actions picked at wounds Bella had long thought healed, revealing a weakness about herself she did not favor. But as their marriage waned, her relationship with the Dark Lord thrived. To avoid her marital problems at home she threw herself into the work she did for Voldemort and continued to rise in his ranks. This continued for nearly a year until Bella came home to find Roddy asleep in their daughter’s room. He was seated in the rocking chair with the infant against his chest. One of the servants had come up to retrieve the infant and that is when Bella learned of her husband’s softer penchant for falling asleep while rocking their child. She had seen the love growing between father and daughter, but her heart had refused to trust in that bond, having been so cruelly brokenhearted in the past. Still, the evidence in front of her could not be ignored, and as the bond between daughter and father grew, the tension between husband and wife slowly began to thaw. She has still refused to broach the subject of more children – both focusing on her career and holding on to his previous response to their daughter’s birth – but anything is possible OOC  Play By: Kiera Knightley Your Alias: Vixn Pronouns: Her/she Age: Ew...Fine I'm 29 years young. Other Characters: 1st (of many I imagine...I have a problem you see...) Where did you find us: Slither roped me in...I totally did not message her first and I totally was not hoping she was still in the writing game... |
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