Post by bellatrixblack on Aug 20, 2012 7:18:59 GMT -5
BELLATRIX DEVANEY BLACK
Bellatrix was born on May 5th, 1951 to Cygnus and Druella Black. The first of her families children, she was a constant disappointment. Her father had wanted a boy, a son to carry on the family name, and what had he got? A puggish little girl with a penchant for poking her nose into things she shouldn’t. Though her parents weren’t particularly impressed with Bellatrix at first, it was clear she idolized them.
With each passing day, Bella hung on her mother and fathers every word slowly processing their beliefs and adapting them as her own. By then her parents had given birth to a second daughter, Andromeda, giving her parents a second child to be disappointed in.
It took the birth of their third daughter for the Blacks to get over the fact that they would not have a son. By that time Bellatrix was old enough to think for herself – not that she thought any differently than her parents – and was getting herself into a whole mix of trouble. Avid believers in blood purity, Bella would pick on those of dirty heritage going as far to attack them if they looked at her wrong.
Sufficiently happy with their daughter’s commitment to the family beliefs, Cygnus and Druella gave Bella anything she asked for and even some things she didn’t. While she was still the misfit of the group, with Narcissa being the favorite, Bella didn’t so much care about her parents feelings about her instead throwing herself into the taunting of mudbloods and others below her.
The first to attend Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Bella was instantly – and unsurprisingly – sorted into Slytherin House where she settled in with a group just as like minded as herself. Given everything she asked for, Bella was well dressed, well supplied, and well endowed with magical abilities. She flew through her classes with little issue while adding in a lot of trouble. Often in detention, Bella gave every living – and dead – person in Hogwarts a hard time.
In her second year, Bellatrix cursed a fellow, muggleborn, classmate who looked at her crossly. For this she was given a months detention. This seemed to spur on her cruelty leading Bella to bigger and badder feats of bullying and destruction in her first years at Hogwarts.
Now as a fifth year, Bella is looking to cause even more mischief with anyone of lesser status as her sole targets. The whisper of a visionary for the purity cause has Bella salivating and ready to offer up her services as soon as she can.
There are many facets to Bellatrix’s personality, many of them based in disorders that have manifest across the years. She is an expert manipulator using cunning and deception to abuse others. Bella likes to observe others and pinpoint their greatest weaknesses so she can take advantage of the. This is something she learned from her father who was constantly finding her flaws and using them to twist her psyche. While her mother was also quite abusive in her critique’s of her daughter it was more the end of being fashionably minded. It instilled in Bella not only the need to be above everybody around her, but also look good while doing so.
When it comes to invested relationships, the only investment she puts into them is on the ‘what can I get out of this’ level except for those who believe in the same cause she does. Then she does consider their offer of friendship though it’s still conditional. True emotion both confuses and scares Bella. She is unused to the unconditional kind of love that others receive. When it comes to emotion the only ones she is truly used to are hate, anger, envy, and a psychopathic giddiness that comes from taking advantage of others.
That is not to say she doesn’t take pleasure in enjoying the more carnal side of life, but would there ever be a commitment? No. She scratches whatever itch needs to be scratched and then dumps the poor sucker like a sack of bertie botts every flavored beans.
Bellatrix has a hard time focusing for long, her mind moving too quickly to allow her time to settle on anything, but when she does her focus becomes an obsession verging on dependency of whatever it is she is obsessed over.
Suffering from what muggles would call bipolar disorder, Bella’s mood swings from gleeful to boiling with rage in the span of seconds sometimes. One moment she could be laughing at one of the gangs latest pranks and in the blink of an eye she is cursing the person next to her for glancing at her the wrong way. While bipolar disorder usually manifests in either a manic state or a depressed state, Bellatrix’s condition manifests in either mania or rage over mania and depression. For Bella, her rage springs from her depression. Overwhelmingly unhappy, she uses anger to bring about her manic episodes in hopes of doing something that will impress her parents and maybe take some attention off of Narcissa. Not that she disliked her sister, but sometimes she did want to be noticed.
The only real word to describe Bellatrix is psychopath. A high functioning psychopath, but one all the same. Her tendency for cruelty and her enjoyment in torturing others both mentally and physically knows no bounds. She has no moral compass due to her parents lack of caring and with that comes her cruel nature. Oftentimes she gets bored and creates chaos just to change the atmosphere and hopefully bring some entertainment to her life.
Extremely impulsive, Bella will do whatever comes into her mind first. She was always slightly impulsive, but it has been growing increasingly worse since her parents nitpicking has grown worse. Being impulsive is her way of acting out against them and authority in general which she has a problem with.
All in all, Bella’s got some major problems and should not be approached in the light of day or in the dead of night because either way you’ll usually be on the receiving side of a jelly-leg jinx or some other spell she’s decided is a worthy punishment for breathing her air.
Bella’s body sang with the sudden purge of magic as the young second year Hufflepuff girl clutched at her – now bald – head. Her shrieks were like bells to her ears and the girl’s tears were far more satisfying than her first reaction had been. Chuckling softly at the girls pleas to bring back her hair, Bella leaned against the wall and began to buff her short pristine nails against her blouse.
“Please,” The girl was pitiful, her begging was trivial and a waste of Bella’s air. “Why?”
“I was bored and you were there.” Bella shrugged. It was an easy enough answer. Not enough happened around Hogwarts and with all the filth that was polluting the school, life had become increasingly green. She needed to stretch her legs and cause a little chaos. It was good for the soul.
Pushing off of the wall, Bella shrugged past the balling girl and strutted off down the hallway towards the dungeons. She had no use for this school any longer. The teachers were subpar at best with their goody-goody beliefs and equality speeches taking up nearly half the class periods instead of actual spell casting. If she heard one more word about mudbloods being on the same level as purebloods, she might just off her self – along with the entire school.
Students scurried along past her, their heads down and tails tucked squarely between their legs. Good, she thought, pleased with their obedience to the rules of her superiority. It was a quick and unfortunately uneventful trip back to the Slytherin common room where she found her fellow believers all scattered about the dorm. Ignoring their false words of welcome, Bella trotted into the girl’s dormitory and saw her sister Narcissa.
They got along well enough though sometimes Bellatrix did wonder as to why her parents preferred her bubbly blonde sister over her. It had always been that way, Narcissa could do no wrong, but Bella – insolent, arrogant, angry little Bella – could never do right. She’d prove she to them just how much better she was than both of their other daughters.
Whispers were spreading, tantalizingly tasty little whispers of a wizard taking up a torch against those with dirty ancestry. She’d caught word of him over Christmas break like he was a present waiting for her beneath their non-existent Christmas tree. She’d practically been salivating over the news of such a wizard. Finally a stand would be taken against the outrageous mixing of bloodlines. A new order would come about and she would be at the forefront. Whoever this man was she would meet him, help him, and for once gain the recognition she’d never known all her life. Victory was blooming on the horizon and Bella almost couldn’t stand the wait. She wanted to taste it on her tongue, bathe in the order it would bring to this now disdainfully chaotic world. Bloodlines were never meant to be mixed and soon everyone would know the folly of their foolish negligence.
“You’ve got that murdering look again, Bells.” One of her fellow fifth years said as she leaned against the wall. “What sick little thoughts are going through your head this time?”
“Guess.” A smile twisted across her face.
