Post by Bellatrix Black on Jul 25, 2008 20:41:18 GMT -5
The Sorting Questions
The Basic Information
The Picture
Appearance;; Bellatrix is among the tallest females in her year, standing at just under five foot. Her slim figure and average height cause her to look in proportion, and like a correct sixteen year old. She is very well kept of course, as her family expect no less, and neither does she. Her hair is dark brown color, and reaches just below her shoulders, and parted to the side. Bellatrix doesn't bother styling her hair, but it is always neatly brushed and often straightened each morning without fail. Her complexion is a generally peachy colour, and she does not use foundation on her skin due to her having no spots at the current time. Generally, Bella never bothers wearing make up, and only wears it on the appropriate occasions - such as formal events. She has been known to wear lipgloss sometimes, but other than her thin layer of eyeliner, she keeps herself natural. Her eyes are dark brown, most likely inherited from her father, who also has very dark eyes. Bellatrix's smile, which is more of a smirk, is one that the majority of the black family bear, luckily for her as she follows their beliefs well.
Bellatrix's choice of attire does not vary all that much, as she isn't one for following fashion or always wearing items to impress. It doesn't occur to her that clothing means anything to another person, and it is merely there for putting on. However, this doesn't stop her from looking her best most times, and trying hard to dress well. In any case, she wouldn't be accepted by anyone if she walked around wearing filthy clothes, would she? At home, Bella's choice of clothes is somewhat restricted by her parents, as her mother likes to decide what she should be wearing, dependant on her age. Of course, she isn't too bothered by this, as it is Druella that pays for all her fine clothing. The usual choice would be something completely black, and often formal styled. Infact, during a formal event at home, there isn't all that much difference in Bellatrix's choice of attire, which basically sums up how dedicated she is to looking her best because she has too. Around school however, Bella chooses to wear her Slytherin cloak whenever possible, as she is proud to be in the house of Salazar Slytherin. Although it is known for some students to dislike their uniform, she simply adores it, and never turns down an oppurtunity to wear the green and silver stripped items, or the logo bearing cloak. Once she reached her first year, Bellatrix was given permission to attend Hogsmeade visits, which meant that she could leave the school in her own choice of clothing. Of course, she felt it silly to be wandering around the local town in uniform, and instead wore neat black jeans with some form of formal shirt. Her style of clothing is based around formality really, along with Slytherin pride.
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The Scene
+ Reading informative books. Although most would not consider Bellatrix the type to visit a library, she often takes out the books that tell her of Dark Wizards and various other things that relate to it.
+ Verbal and physically fighting. Bellatrix's see's her battles with other students a hobby, and enjoys doing so.
+ Spending time with other Slytherins. Granted that she isn't much of a 'people person', Bellatrix does actually enjoy a regular chat with some of the Slytherins.
+ Hexing or cursing the family house elf. Let's just say, she calls it practise, as well as a hobby.
Strengths;;
+ Memorizing things. Bellatrix has a pretty good memory, and is always good at remembering important things that she is either told, or has read from a book.
+ Getting to people. Bellatrix has a way of insulting people untill they crack, or tormenting them untill they give in. It might be mean, but she see's it as a major strength of hers.
+ Convincing people and getting her own way. Bella has a way of talking people into doing things for her, or doing something her way. It might either include a threat, or just a general compliment. In any case, she generally gets what she wants. But when she doesn't - Chaos.
+ Dark Arts. Although she has never had the chance to practise it properly, Bellatrix has spent her entire six years at Hogwarts finding out every possible piece of information about the Dark Arts. Despite the fact its illegal, and most books are from the restricted section, she manages it all well.
+ Remaining loyal. An extreme strength of Bella's is that she has the ability to remain loyal to those she loves, no matter if she agrees with them or not. For example, although she is currently rivaling with her sister due to a certain male, she is still fully devoted to Narcissa, and wouldn't want anything to happen to her.
Weaknesses;;
- Being civil. Bellatrix does not have the ability to be civil towards those she dislikes, there isn't even a chance. If she dislikes someone - they know about it. She won't even attempt to hide it, no matter who they are.
- Her family. Bellatrix considers her family a weakness to her, as she has got to abide by everything they say. She doesn't have the ability to stand up to her parents, or go against them in anything they decide.
- Her sister, Narcissa. Although the two are currently fighting, Bellatrix see's her sister as a weakness because its hard for her to be viscious.
- Transfiguration. Bellatrix has never really been good in this lesson, although it could be down to the fact she doesn't always pay that much attention to their teacher. However, she isn't good at the entire thing in general.
- Trust. Bellatrix finds it extremely hard to trust someone, even if she's known them for a long time. There is no apparant reason for this, but she does judge people upon meeting them as to whether they are trustworthy or not.
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The Past
Mother;; Druella Rosier
Father;; Cygnus Black ll
Sisters;; Narcissa Black, Andromeda Black {Disowned}
Brothers;; None.
Keyword;; FUNNxx3xlove
RP Sample;; From a site on which I play Rita Skeeter.
It hadn't taken Rita long to realize that there was nothing interesting occurring in the Leaky Cauldron, and had instead apparated into Hogsmeade, hoping that a story lay in wait for her. She'd spent her entire morning sitting in the pub that crossed between the muggle and wizarding worlds, hoping that someone of interest would happen to wander through and she could bag herself a little interview to hand into her boss by the end of the week. Unfortunately, her luck seemed to be running low lately, and the only people passing through the place were those who merely wished to get from a to b, which was quite irritating for the journalist. There had been one point when a hooded wizard stopped in the bar and bought a drink, and Skeeter had expected him to be someone important, instantly offering him a drink if he would give an interview. Turns out he was nothing more than a regular man with a cold. After giving him a mouthful for misleading her, Rita had headed out the back way and decided on wandering around Hogsmeade in search of a new celebrity of sort.
Upon arriving in the little town, the journalist had fixed her glasses and searched the place for the likes of Hogwarts students, hoping they'd supply her with some juicy information that'd grip her readers. However, it then occurred to her that it was merely the middle of the week, and all rule following students would be in their classes rather than wandering the streets. Forcing herself not to give up hope, Rita had then aimlessly walked through the main street, hopefully searching for alumni of the school, or anyone who might bare an intriguing tale to tell. Occasionally, the blonde would recognize someone and scurry to wards them, only to watch as they turned from her in an attempt to avoid questioning. Sighing in annoyance as yet another adult escaped her, she stopped in her tracks and began talking to herself silently. Honestly, It's only a few questions! What's wrong with these fools!" She rolled her eyes and opened up her bag, allowing her quick quotes quill to appear beside her, floating in midair as if it were her companion. Chewing the inside of her lip momentarily, Skeeter decided that it would be best to wait for something to come to her rather than going in search of it, whatever 'it' was. Turning on her heel with a 'humph', Rita headed to wards the Three Broomsticks.
Allowing her faithful Quill to follow her, Rita Skeeter strutted to the empty table near the back of the room, a look of annoyance residing on her face. Taking a seat, she crossed her legs and scanned the room with her dark brown eyes, yet again finding no one of interest around her. Sitting back on the cushioned chair, the blonde adjusted her mauve skirt before crossing her arms over her chest, still looking bothered by the lack of people around. Hearing a click beside her, Rita noticed that her feathered friend had fallen from the air onto the table, most likely from lack of writing. It was most unfortunate, but it appeared as though she was suffering for the lack of stirring news. She was in two minds whether to take her bug form and go in search of private rooms, but decided against it out of sheer laziness. Yes, she wanted a story, but no, she didn't fancy becoming a greasy little bug unless it was completely necessary. Plus, Rita much preferred interrogating her 'victims' by speaking, not eavesdropping. It was definitely more fun.
Yawning softly, the aggravated journalist began to consider where else she might find a story, which lead to her wondering how easily she'd manage to get herself into Hogwarts without being questioned by some idiotic, nosy teacher. Then again, searching inside the school walls would only bring her gossip that included school-girl information, such as who was dating who and whether Myrtle had flooded the bathroom lately. No one wants to read that rubbish. A though of interviewing a ghost occupied her mind for just under seven minutes, but was wiped away as someone began talking to her. Finding it awfully rude, Rita pretended that she couldn't hear, and couldn't care less. It bothered her slightly when people forgot their general manners, especially when they popped out of the blue and spoke to her when she obviously working hard. Her thoughts were important most of the time, and whoever the heck was talking to her now was interrupting her imaginative mind. Then again, could the person bare an interesting tale, and were they already telling her?
Tipping her glasses once more, Rita put on a false-yet-cunning smirk and motioned towards the seat before her, not caring about the conversation they were attempting to start. Cutting across them, Skeeter sighed and began to speak herself, her smirk only growing as her quill lifted from the table beside her. "Why don'tcha take a seat my dear, I'd love to hear what you have to say?" Praying that she wasn't wasting her time, Rita tapped her nails on the table before her whilst waiting for the other to take a seat, and hoping that they wouldn't simply walk away. Again with the manners? It would've been rude. Piping up again only seconds later, the blonde began to grow impatient. "Well, Are you going to enlighten me with your company and tales?" Rita asked, now looking bothered once again.
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