Post by bellatrix on Jul 15, 2009 19:05:42 GMT -5
BELLATRIXDRUELLALESTRANGE
[/font][/center][/b] Bellatrix’s loyalty has belonged to this man for uncountable years. She holds both physical and emotional attraction to him. The initial cause is hazy, but her lock on him was set when his strong campaign began. He represented everything her family had taught her. He represented everything she wanted to be. Her mind was set on him immediately, and her time in Azkaban only intensified this loyalty. His memory kept her alive within that cold and dark place. Each day, Bellatrix remained alive in hopes of serving her Master and his cause once more. She would never deny him anything he asked for in her eyes, he was the reason she survived that imprisonment.
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+Power+ Being in control is one of Bella’s favorite things. She adores the ability to evoke strong emotions from those around her. Controlling those around her allows her to get her way. Being the oldest, Bella’s ability to get her way declined with the births of her younger siblings. Now that she knows she is able to control things and how to do it, she is unstoppable. +Freedom+
+Causing pain+
+The unforgivable curses+
+Making sharp comments +[/ul]
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-Azkaban-
-Dependence-
-Muggles-
-Mud bloods-
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{Inside Your Head;;
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Numerous adjectives can describe the complex human being that is Bellatrix Lestrange. For starters, she has an extremely addictive personality. She becomes easily attached and obsessed. Her feelings for Voldemort are obviously intensified by her addictive tendencies. This also forms her obsession with power, control, and causing pain to others. She is obsessed with pleasing herself, and in doing so, must cause pain to others. These obsessions give her that insane quality and appearance. Everything else is put aside when one of those crucial things takes over her mind. This often results in a sort of tunnel vision. Sometimes, she does not see the whole picture. She often has to be reined in and reminded that plans must often work around the goal before heading straight to it.
Her loyalty is unyielding. Bellatrix is absolutely lethal once she has attached to a person. If she sets her heart into their hands, it remains there. Voldemort is currently still the keeper of her utmost loyalty. Lesser versions of this honor are bestowed upon her husband and fellow death eaters. Bellatrix is willing to do anything to protect and please those that she is loyal to. Her husband receives her loyalty out of duty, and Voldemort receives her loyalty from pure merit. He earned his place in her heart. Albeit, he did not have a hard job to get there, but nonetheless, Bellatrix will never deny her loyalty for the man who made her the crazy woman she has become.
This impatient woman is easily angered and frustrated. Her feelings pour out onto those she tortures and kills. Things should go her way, and she believes that there is no room for failure. Second chances are few and far between. Those who fail to do what she asks have been known to disappear before she found them. Bellatrix, however, always makes sure they get what they deserve. Cowardice is rewarded with death. Her motto is often kill first and ask questions later. When getting involved with her, this is an already understood fact. Her long life has allowed her to become fairly well understood to that extent.
All of her negative emotions easily lend themselves to outbursts of strong harsh actions. Her temper is not to be toyed with. Curses fly as fast as harsh words. Anger and aggression are not uncommon. Actually, it is almost a daily occurrence that this woman flies off the handle. It is a rare occasion when she is calm. It is even rarer for her to go an hour without some sort of outburst. Bellatrix Lestrange is quite the firecracker in the worst of ways.
Love is not something that she shows willingly. The only person she can honestly say she ever felt a shred of love for was the late Lord Voldemort. Her husband is not an object of her affection in any way shape or form. Her children receive no love as well. It is not within her ability to love. Her years in prison coupled with her own personal sufferings have rendered her incapable of such spans of positive emotion. Any chancw at love for Bellatrix died with Voldemort.
Smug, confident, cocky, and sarcastic are four words that describe her verbal personality. Her words are often playful jabs meant to harm and spark confrontation. Bellatrix feeds off of the anger, hate, and pain of others. She not only enjoys making this happen physical but also mentally. Her ability to tease and jest in a violent manner has increased over the years. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.
Overall, Bellatrix is a hard-hearted and malicious witch. She is the result of her environment, but she remains responsible for her actions nonetheless. She will never repent for anything she has done. Forgiveness, love, and regret are far beyond her capacity of emotion. Her capabilities lie within the realm of hate, revenge, and violence. This old, vicious woman feeds off of the suffering of those around her. She needs their pain to survive her own day to day life. It is her enjoyment and sustenance. A dark past coupled with a strongly prejudiced upbringing brought this bad baby into being. Now, there is nowhere to go but down farther into the darkness.
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Jan 18, 2009 22:44:32 GMT -5 @rachel said:
While I recall all the words you spoke to me
Can't help but wish that I was there
Back where I'd love to be
The trip home had not been one of her favorites. Everything she had left at Washington State University had some sort of effect on her. The things she packed left much to be desired. She was so shaken by the events of her last day on campus that what left her dorm with her was unknown. The person she had thought was one of her closest friends turned out to be…something she didn’t think he was. Her trip had already been planned for the day, but he gave her an even more potent reason to rush home. The event that transpired resulted in the immediate end of their friendship. Such a quick severance was extremely painful for Rachel. This friend of hers was important…now he had to be nothing. She could never speak to him again. As if the situation at home did not terrify her, the problems she was leaving behind weren’t any better.
Her school work was her last concern. She would be missing classes in order to come home and straighten things out. This lack of decent work could result in quite the bit of trouble for Rachel. After all, one cannot pass if they don’t attend and do the work. The reality of her school situation had yet to hit her because her heart belonged so stronger to her family. She wanted to fix things. There was no one there that would be able to get it done like her. Rachel had been told about her brother, and the current situation was unacceptable. She was going to talk some sense into him. She was going to make sure her father was okay, and she was going to make things better for everyone.
Rachel had already planned on lying to everyone. She had kept her one lie going long enough. Another wouldn’t be too bad, would it? Seth was the only one who knew her real reason for coming home. Rachel had informed her father that she would be coming home for a college assignment. No one else had been informed. It was already against her better judgment to inform her father. With this lie in place, Rachel was hoping that no one would assume she had returned for the sake of her brother. They would send her right back if that was their belief. She could not go back. It would not be safe for her back in WSU. There was someone there that was not too happy with her. Hopefully, he would stay there.
Anxiety flooded her system as she caught glimpses of all too familiar sights from the window of the bus. The bumps in the road were anything but comforting. She wanted to go home, but every part of her wanted to turn around and run away. Everything was so conflicting within her. What was she going to find? She hadn’t been home in awhile. Something told her that something was about to happen. What it was going to be, she hadn’t the slightest idea. Her nerves caused an uncontrollable hand to fiddle with her fetish necklace which had been hand carved and beaded by her mother. The amber beads complimented her skin beautifully for the grey light that filled La Push reflected off the beads. This reflection gave her an extremely soft glow.
The squeaking of the bus’ breaks was not a welcomed sound to her ears. The rain beat down relentlessly as she headed toward the exit of the mass transit vehicle. Her heels clicked with each step as she carefully stepped off the bus. It was time to face the music. She had a few blocks to walk to the house, and in the rain…it was not going to be a treat. Among those things she had forgotten at home was her umbrella. It was a rather unfortunate item to leave behind. The walk ahead of her was going to be rather unpleasant.
Her heels only lasted the first block. By then, the water had seeped into the space between her book and her leg. The squish was unbearable, and the poor condition of the side walk didn’t help either. The heel of her boot caught in the crack of the sidewalk combined with the slippery inside of her shoe resulted in her twisting her ankle. A yelp of pain was her reaction to the unhealthy feeling that began to run up her leg. Immediately, Rachel leaned on a telephone pole and removed both of her boots. Her right hand held tight to the removed shoes as she continued her trek. Her left arm supported her one suitcase and her purse. Those deep black locks that once were formed into soft curls were now straight and stringy.
The concern she was feeling about coming home was now intensified. Her physical appearance made her self-conscious. Squishy and nervous was not her favorite way to be. Despite all this, she had to come home. There was no staying out in the weather. There was no avoiding the coming meetings. With that, her pace began to quicken. The quicker she walked, the more water clung to her clothing. Rachel began to feel the slow sliding of her skirt down her hips. A small sliver of tanned skin began to show below her jacket. Her hopeless feeling only increased with each step.
When the familiar sight of her home came into view, a slight sensation of relief washed over her. An escape from the rain was her main concern. Nothing else seemed as important after four blocks of the downpour that had been plaguing her. If this ever happened again, she would be sure to bring an umbrella. Anything else would have been perfect to leave behind. As she reached the porch, her bags slipped from her shoulders and her shoes fell to the floor.
”Papa?” Her soft voice was directed toward the door as she turned the knob. It was no surprise to find it unlocked. It was rather ironic that the girl who some might say smelled of vampire was entering into the home. What had happened back at school was something she would never share with anyone. Her conscience told her that she should, but some part of her refused to hurt someone she still considered a friend. So, unbeknownst to Rachel, her skin smelled of vampires. Completely to her knowledge, she was soaked to the skin and tired from her travels. This wasn’t the good start she had hoped for. Seeing her father would fix everything. He was always there to warm her spirit. Her free hands moved to play with her necklace once more as she entered into the front room of her home. Finally home…welcome back.
Outfit: Click
Notes: Sorry for the delay!