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bellaxlestrange · 3 years ago

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Full Name: Bellatrix Callidora Lestrange née Black Gender: Cis-female Pronouns: She/her Age: 31 Birthday: April 19th Sign: Aries Blood type: pureblood Hogwarts house: Slytherin Relationship Status: Married to Rodolphus Lestrange Positive Traits: loyal, strong, intelligent Negative Traits: cruel, unpredictable, stubborn

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Summary of traits:

From the moment she was born to Druella and Cygnus, Bellatrix was told she must be loyal and faithful to her family. Simply fall into line with everything her parents asked of her and her life would be easy, not that it wasn’t already as she had been fortunate enough to be born a Black. And she kept true to that value, she knew as the eldest and future heir that there was more that was expected of her compared to her sisters. She knew she would be the head of the family should anything happen to their parents, she knew that she was to be married one day and continue the line of heirs, she knew that she had to show the world that the Black family was in power for a reason. No slipping up. Which led to lessons from both her parents on how she should be acting to the world, Druella wanted her to be dressed as a proper lady of the house, someone that men would easily fall to the feet of wishing to be married to her. Something she begrudgingly went along with for as long as she could until Narcissa came along and could be the dress up doll her mother always wished for. But on the other hand, Cygnus believed that despite her gender, he needed an heir that was strong and could carry the weight of the family without a problem. So, he began to instill in her that emotions were for the weak, never let her enemies know what she was thinking because then she’d be one step ahead of them. This mentality only grew within Bellatrix, especially as she went off to Hogwarts, she never let anyone fight her battles nor would she let them defend her. She was her own woman that more than capable of handing the mess herself. From her father she also learned that intelligent was everything, it came in all shapes and sizes, and she needed to prepare herself as much as she possibly could. When at school she did her best in her classes, but not enough to be top of the class, why make herself a target when she could stick to the average level and let her enemies underestimate her worth. It has been assumed that because of the tough teachings and the tough love outlook her parents drilled into her during her childhood that Bellatrix has little to no compassion for anyone. For the most part that is true, she had only chosen a few people within her circle that she shows any true kindness towards but being at Hogwarts as well as joining up with the Death Eaters has only led for her cruelness to grow to its full potential. The Dark Lord had always welcomed her cruel streak with open arms so there was no reason for her to reign in that chaos. With cruelness like hers, Bellatrix knows she is as unpredictable as they come. She won’t shy away from saying what she wants or doing what she wants, something that her and her mother always fought about the most. Now that she’s married and a well-known Death Eater, there’s no reason to impress anyone to be her partner. With her anger growing from her escape, one can only assume she’s just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode again.

Growing up:

Born to parents who were openly prejudice against blood traitors and mudbloods alike, Bellatrix knew there was a set path for her made long before she was conceived. She was to be the heir, despite not being born a male, and she could be expected to continue the family line successfully. From the minute she could walk and talk, her mother made it her mission to teach her daughter the proper way she should act when presented to the world. Chin up, shoulders back, smirk gracing your face, and being the lady she was supposed to be. What Bellatrix took from that was don’t speak unless spoken to, don’t give your opinion on any social matters, just smile and act pretty. And it was quickly discovered that image of Bellatrix is not one she wanted to hold for the rest of her life. Something Cygnus picked up on quickly before the explosive fights began between the two women. Thankfully as her father swept her under his wing under the impression he could show her the ropes of the world, her mother had turned her attention to her younger sisters, and everything moved along smoothly. Most of her free time was spent in her father’s study listening to his thoughts and concerns about the world, listening to his stories about how great the world once was and how soon enough things would be settled again. It was these moments with her father that paved the path she would take once she started her schooling.

It was no surprise when the sorting hat had barely grazed her head before shouting Slytherin, there was no other place for a Black to be sorted. Now surrounded with individuals who were taught it all just like her as well as the individuals that they were told were lesser than them, muggleborn wizards and half-blood witches, meant all that cruelness could be released. She formed a small group of likeminded friends, immediately proving herself to be the leader, as they targeted those that they were told were not worthy of the magic they were gifted. She was a terror to everyone, strutting through the halls with a snarl across her face and her head held high. Bellatrix knew she was better than everyone and she made sure to prove it, bullying other students, talking back to professors, earning letters home based on her behavior. Letters she was sure gave Druella heart attacks and hoped made Cygnus proud. Everyone knew her name and everyone knew to step aside when she walked by the brunette was reveling in the fear she was creating. When Andromeda followed behind her, she tried and tried to make her sister follow completely in her footsteps but always knew deep down that Andromeda was not the type of person she was. Alice was another matter, one she refused to acknowledge as anything more than a fluke in the Rosier blood. How was it that her mother’s maiden family were so weak to produce a traitor when Evan had come out as such a shining star. Trying to keep hopes high when Narcissa joined them, it was obvious the youngest of the three sisters seemed to follow her eldest sister more but not the same. Yet again when it was time for Sirius to join the lot of them, to be blunt, shit hit the fan. Bellatrix was furious and outraged that she was ever related to yet another traitor and she always went out of her way to make her cousin’s life hell just as she had with Alice. In her mind, it was as though Sirius and Alice were no longer her family. Her family was those that found themselves beside her in Slytherin, her family was those who kept to each other and were there for each other, her family was loyal. And because something in their heads was different from the rest of them, Sirius and Alice were now written off as nothing more than the blood traitors they found themselves befriending. Even with Regulus now being the last to join the family at school, Bellatrix found herself forever focused on those who she now found herself estranged from. Part of her now feeling ashamed and sorry for Regulus and Evan to have to admit that they were the brother of such abominations.

During the war:

Upon graduation from Hogwarts, Bellatrix found the next step was finding a job or getting married. The former she felt she wanted nothing to do with as the state of the Ministry was quite questionable and she didn’t want to associate with the failure that was impending on that front. So that left her with the latter option, something that delighted her mother entirely. But Druella didn’t get the easy process of finding her daughter a husband that she would’ve liked, Bellatrix made sure to put up the most fighting she could. She didn’t want to be married yet, she didn’t want to be the proper pureblood wife that her mother was, there was more for her out there than being someone’s little wife. Her reputation from Hogwarts seemed to have carried far into the real world and many men that her parents presented were terrified of such an outspoken wife. Something about not being able to control someone like her is what they all said. Not that Bella had a problem with that, it gave her more time to search for that something more she had always been hoping for.Such a thing finally came to her in the form of Tom Riddle. Someone along the same social circles had mentioned a group forming to shape the wizarding world back into what it once was. Purebloods being at the top of the ladder again, running the world, and pushing those lesser to the side. Everything that Bella had once been told about and what she still wholeheartedly believed it. She had used whatever connections necessary to push her way front and center before Tom Riddle, who was beginning to use the name Lord Voldemort. He was persuasive and charming and didn’t need much to convince Bella to join his forces. Even he could see the proper the witch possessed and the eagerness she had to prove herself as a strong individual. She gave over her life to be a good soldier to him and even improved her standing by bringing him names of individuals who would join up with him as well. What started as the point of recruitment and contact for any potential Death Eaters, Bellatrix slyly moved her way up the ranks to become one of the Dark Lord’s most trusted servants. And as she fell deeper into the world of the Death Eaters, it seemed that the perfect husband had presented itself.

Rodolphus Lestrange was a part of a good family, a pure family that could do with some influence down the road, and her parents approved. Rodolphus was one of the few prospective that didn’t try to silence her or try to turn her away from the work of the Dark Lord, if anything he was eager to be beside her. A marriage that began for mostly show and a sign of unity that now has formed into a good partnership between the two. They understood one another without a question and with Rodolphus joined up right next to her, they became a couple that should not be messed with. It had seemed like so many things were going right for the witch only for things to turn south so quickly.

Andromeda was caught intertwined with a mudblood. It didn’t take any of them long to find the poor wizard and Bellatrix held back no hesitant to raise her wand in his direction, the most powerful of torture curses she could muster falling from her lips. Everything had disappeared around her, her only focus on keeping the strength of her curse going. The anger she felt for having another traitor to the family, anger for a stupid mudblood being able to trap her sister into such a betrayal, anger that she couldn’t see any of this coming. It was like all those lessons and teachings about how family was the most important thing were falling through in her mind right now. If family was so important then Sirius wouldn’t have been sorted into Gryffindor. If family was so important then Andromeda wouldn’t have strayed from what was expected of her. If family was so important then they would’ve all been together like they were when they were young.

Andromeda’s threat was the only thing that stopped her, a small part of her still wishing for her sister to realize that this life with a mudblood was not for her. But with her sister holding strong for the wizard at the end of her wand, Bellatrix knew she had to play this smart and come out on top. She gave her sister an ultimatum with such narrowed eyes, doing what was asked of her and she would keep her distance. If this family appeared as normal as possible, she’d keep up her end of the deal and with Ted’s life on the life she knew her sister would follow. Although as time went on the elder woman believed at some point Andromeda would turn and she would finally get to have her fun with Edward Tonks.

Andromeda’s betrayal, despite her now following what was asked of her, changed everything within Bella. Her family were turning their backs on her left and right, she had begun to question them all. What was stopping her younger cousin from changing sides or Narcissa from following behind their sister and finding another life outside of the Death Eaters? It took some time but when the smoke had cleared and things had settled, Bella knew that, besides Rodolphus, she couldn’t be loyal to her family anymore. Not when things were changing and improving so quickly with the Dark Lord. If she wanted to be his best soldier, then she needed to give all her loyalty over to him. The Dark Lord wouldn’t betray her, he had his plans to achieve, and they very much aligned with what she wanted. So, without hesitation she offered up a well-kept family secret to him, it was for the greater good that the Dark Lord knew of Narcissa’s power. For all they knew that could be the key to winning this war, so she told him all about her sister and how young the woman was when she had been when she first began to experience such power, the approving smirk that greeted her settled any nerves she had about selling her sister out. At the end of the day, she was here to serve the Dark Lord, everyone else was a second thought to her now.

The present:

The Dark Lord falling to Albus Dumbledore was the worst thing Bellatrix had ever had to witness. Watching her Lord fall to such an incompetent wizard had driven the rage within her to all but explode. She needed to find an outlet for her anger, she originally wanted to attack Dumbledore himself for releasing the final blow but her husband was quicker about pulling her away. Whispering to her that there were other ways they could go about their anger, other people they could use to pass along their message and come out on top with their duels. Her mind raced and raced to think of a perfect target, the perfect example to send back to Dumbledore that not everyone was going to come quietly with his reign, and she finally found it in her cousin Alice Longbottom and her husband.

The only regret that Bellatrix has from that fateful night of torturing Alice and Frank was that she slipped up. She wasn’t the most powerful in the room, if she had been she would’ve been quick to silence the child or quick enough to grab Rodolphus and escape. But her emotions had clouded over everything. Her anger and fear and anxiety about losing the Dark Lord had resulted in their capture and arrest. So, when the time came for her questioning, she threw everyone she could under the bus. In her mind that was the perfect plan for her to push the blame away from herself. Rodolphus, Rabastan, Barty, Regulus, and Alecto, all the names were thrown from her mouth as quickly as she could.

Sure, she knew at the end of the day it wasn’t going to stop her from going off to Azkaban, hell the Longbottoms had seen her and Rodolphus’ faces. There was no escaping that fact. But she could take down as many of her peers as she could. So, when she was walked down the halls of the prison seeing all the faces she knew would’ve joined her, the simmering anger grew as she failed to catch the sight of her cousin. She could see her husband and his brother and Alecto and Barty, but where the hell was Regulus? Was this just another point of her family betraying her yet again or did Regulus have something else up his sleeve? The questions ran wild as the days passed and still no sight of her dark-haired cousin. It confused her entirely how he had found a way to wiggle himself out of trouble but failed to get her out as well.

When the timing was just right and things aligned so perfectly, Bellatrix was ready to get out of the prison. Joining up with her husband and brother-in-law first, none of them knowing where the safest spot for them to hide out would be nor did they know what had been going on in the Wizarding world since the arrest. With Sirius, Andromeda, and Alice being the traitors they were, there was no desire to seek them out now while she was on the run. Of course, she could’ve disappeared off with Evan but who knows if he had been questioned on any activity either, so Bella turned to the one place she knew had yet to betray her in any way so she headed to Malfoy Manor. Fully expecting to seek shelter with Narcissa and Lucius with open arms.

#about #{ her bio really became a novel i apologize }#wiw task001

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nvrcissablvxk · 4 years ago

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AN INTRODUCTION TO ;; Narcissa Irma Black

“ and remember, the most fatal flaw one can have is the flame you must extinguish immediately. the flame that burns within you, pushing you to be human. you are so much more - and so much less - than human. ”

THE BASICS:

name: Narcissa Irma Black faceclaim: Halston Sage age: 20 profession: Student/Socialite hogwarts house: Slytherin

BIOGRAPHY:

It was cold the day Narcissa Irma Black was brought into the world. It seemed prophetic, almost, noting the icy heart the girl would grow to have. She came out quietly, without too many cries and even as the Healers washed her off gently she was soft. Soft in her appearance - surprising blonde hair which was a stark difference to that of her sisters and parents and cheeks that held a blush of their own and would for the years to come. Soft in her expression - equal parts afraid and curious at once. Soft in her noises - small baby coos passed her plump pink lips as the last of the blood was wiped off of her body. Upon the announcement that Druella Black had given birth to another girl, Cygnus chose to turn the other way, storming towards his office rather than in to meet his daughter. Yet Druella held Narcissa Black in her arms, staring at her with a plan sparkling behind her eyes. She could barely even open her own eyes by the time her mother was planning the future her little girl would have. Because power, overt and strong like that which Cygnus so desperately wanted, was important. But an understated power - the kind that came with being underestimated while simultaneously being placed on a pedestal - that was what the dark-haired woman saw when she looked into the soft eyes of her daughter.

And that was exactly what Narcissa Black became. Molding herself into the strict and unbending expectations her mother had for her. She sat there while her hair was curled and allowed her outfits to be chosen for her. She curtsied and nodded as was deemed necessary and as her mother had predicted, the pedestal she built for her youngest daughter seemed as high as she'd hoped it would be. The problem with being held up so high is that there is a very long way to fall, and while the Pureblood society practically idolized the gorgeous girl, many were waiting for her to crumble. But there were many conversations between Druella and her prodigal daughter. Conversations where she continued drilling into her how good she was. How she was perfect and beautiful and that the world wasn't going to be ready for the powerhouse she could be beneath curled eyelashes and pretty pink polished nails.

As she entered Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat exclaimed "SLYTHERIN" before being placed on her head. And she knew, of course she knew that's where she'd be. Everyone in Hogwarts knew that's where she'd be. What they didn't know, what nobody knew, was the monster of a girl she hid behind her demure facade. The girl inside knew how much she was worth and she knew that if she used her strengths as well as her mother had taught her to she would be unstoppable. And her mother had taught her well. So well, in fact, that Cygnus Black himself stood impressed before his daughter at times, listening as she spoke clearly and concisely, reaching points with a kind of precision that was hard to find even in skilled politicians and socialites. Being the youngest daughter brought no extra praise from the man, but having the skills he would have valued in a son did earn at least a bit of his respect. So she tried and tried and kept trying. Her sisters, Bellatrix and Andromeda, were the two most important things in her life and the reason she tried so hard. It was the only way she could think of to protect the two of them, because if she met every standard Druella tried pushing on her, perhaps that would keep her from pushing those impossible pressures onto Narcissa's sisters. And maybe she wasn't strong in a lot of ways but she'd always been strong in that way, not only meeting but exceeding the dreams Druella had for her.

It came as a surprise to no one when it was announced she would be marrying Lucius Malfoy. Since birth they'd known, honestly. The two beautiful well-mannered Purebloods whose children would be beautiful - why wouldn't they end up together? Why would she be able to make her own decisions when she never had before? But Narcissa had always given her all to the things she was told to do, following the rules she was given without a second thought. She never stopped to think of the impact it may have on her future, because of her mother told her to do it she would do it. So she abandoned the ideas of the fairytales she'd hidden beneath her floorboard as a child. Abandoned the idea that she might be the princess who gets her prince one day. After all, she told herself every morning as she slid her lip gloss on, she was already a princess. At least that's what everyone told her she was.

MISCELLANEOUS:

aesthetics: the glimmer of sun reflecting off a mirror, black patent stilettos, powder on the end of a brush, earl grey tea, vanilla beans, pressed flowers, a music box with a squeaky hinge charmed to be perfect, the scent of an old book, French music, Latin books, tulle skirts, starry nights, satin dresses, pressed flowers, a silver dagger hidden a garter belt.

personality:

( + ) : intelligent - while she keeps her intelligence silent, narcissa privately excels in studies. she’s fluent in five different languages (english, french, spanish, latin, and mandarin), which she hides from the world, allowing her to melt into the sidelines of any room, and understand most anything that could be said. her silence comes from cruelly, who told her that she could reach high places, climb to the very top, and no one would see her as the threat she was

( + ) : protective - when you have found yourself in narcissa's good graces, let it be deeply known that she would go to the ends of the earth to keep you safe. let it also be known she fully expects the same treatment back.

( + ) : charismatic - as a child, narcissa was raised in a highly social, incredibly exclusive scene. her voice, dripping like gold, seemed capable of selling ice to an Eskimo. she knew how to get what she wanted and nobody was brave enough to deny it from her.

( - ) : vengeful - once wronged, twice stung. narcissa doesn’t forgive or forget, and is - in fact - known as one to take revenge, and take it when the time strikes right even if that time arrives years on. crossing her isn’t going to end well, whether she enacts revenge or gets someone else to do it for her.

( - ) : manipulative - as mentioned before, she’s no stranger to finding ways to get others to do her dirty work. it comes along with the territory when she’s constantly underestimated. whether it’s a ‘oh, would you possibly do this for me?’ or good old fashioned blackmail, she’s a master of manipulation.

( - ) : self-preserving - barring a few lucky people, nobody matter more to narcissa than… narcissa. having been raised by her mother to believe that she was the center of her own universe, what chance did she have to stay selfless? she’s her own priority, and very few people have experienced the other side of her. amortentia: lucius’ cologne, freshly cut daffodils and a crisp snowfall

boggart: her reflection, looking disheveled, dirty, unkempt, the noticeable absence of her diamond ring on her left hand. she is powerless. no longer feared. no longer safe. what is she without those things? once she casts ridikkulus, the boggart quickly shifts into her reflection in a wedding gown. her future is exactly as it’s always been planned. stable. safe. steadfast.

patronus: narcissa’s patronus is a fox. the memory she uses to conjure it is of herself and her sisters in their family home as children.

The fox is a natural trickster, and brilliantly charismatic. Those with this patronus are often more reserved, but do have the social capability to speak to just about anyone. They are strongly ambitious and observant of the behaviour of others, watching key points in what others do and storing them for further reference, when they may need them. They are good talkers, meaning they can convince people to do what they want and make them think it was their idea in the first place. The happiest memories of a fox is getting what they want, and a person who thinks on these things fondly may very well have a fox as their patronus. The most common house for a fox patronus is Slytherin.

psychology:

Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil  Temperament: Choleric  Element: Fire  Primary Intelligence Type: Spatial Intelligence MBTI: ESTJ

#( i am so much more than they thought i was. | about )#introduction

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thathpheadcanongirl · 7 years ago

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The Black sisters’ origins, and why Bellatrix was doomed from the start...

This is something my friend @air-in-words and I have been pondering for a while. Sometimes we like to dissect HP characters, but I think it’s time we post them for all to see!

Basically, our conversations are like: Me: What about Bellatrix? Her: Oh yeah... she was doomed from the start...

So, we look at the Black Family Tree, right?

What you see here is 13-year-old Cygnus Black fathering a newborn Bellatrix. We also know that Andromeda was born between 1952-1954, and Narcissa was born sometime in 1955. So, according to what we know, Cygnus had three daughters with the same woman before he even left Hogwarts.

But here is the test of time: Are all the Black sisters truly Cygnus’s daughters?

We don’t think so. And here’s what we think really happened...

Druella Rosier fell in love with a Muggle or Muggleborn when she was in her mid-twenties. Back then, associating with Muggles at all was taboo. She kept her love affair a secret, until she became pregnant. The Rosier family was ashamed of Druella’s life choices, but (surprisingly) this wasn’t the first time this has happened. Pureblood families are actually super corrupt and hide their affairs with people not in the inner circle.

They let her keep the baby, but she had to break ties with the father. She refused, expecting to be disowned. But, see, Pureblood families were running thin. Druella’s baby would be an heir to the Rosier family regardless. Also, once she married into the Black family (like she was intended to) that child will become a Black. Druella decided to like, said she’s through, but stuck with the father in secret.

Bellatrix was born, there were still no new Black men for Druella to marry, so the family surprised Druella by taking Bellatrix from her in the middle of the night. Druella woke up and her baby was not in the house. Her parents told her Bellatrix had been sent away to her grandparents to be “raised properly”, because they're not sure if they can trust Druella to raise her with the right values. Druella freaked out; she wanted her baby back! Her parents told her if she can prove she's a good daughter to them, Bellatrix will come home. Bellatrix was basically psychologically tortured as an infant and young child.

Cygnus was brought to the family's attention, and Druella was informed that the best way she could prove she's a good daughter is to marry this literal child once he's of age. Druella was disgusted and refused initially, but was reminded of Bellatrix. Druella decided she needed to play nice for the sake of her and her lover's baby, so she tried to break it off with the guy, hoping that that will be enough and she won't have to marry Cygnus.

Her lover was like, “No! Don’t go, I love you!”

She wanted to explain what happened to Bellatrix, but she can't bring herself to do it. She's afraid, not of what he'd do, but of what her family would do to him if he tried to intervene. So, she just lied and said that she realized they were never a good idea, and that there's a betrothal on the horizon. Her lover was heartbroken by this and they don't see each other for a while.

Druella spent some time trying to be the perfect daughter in hopes that Bellatrix would come home, but no matter what she did, it was never enough. The family told her Bellatrix needs a father.

Eventually, Druella agrees to go to a party with her family, knowing that Bellatrix would definitely be there. She quickly realized that it's actually an engagement party for her and Cygnus. She meets Cygnus for the first time, he's equally bewildered. She's pretty grossed out by the idea of marrying this literal kid, but then, she saw Bellatrix for the first time in a long time. Druella broke down crying when she saw her. She looked gaunt and flinched when people tried to touch her. Bellatrix saw Druella as a stranger and had no idea she was her mother.

Druella tried to sneak Bellatrix away with her, so they could go somewhere else and be safe. She explained to Bellatrix who she was and where they're going, and was shocked when Bellatrix told her she wouldn’t go with her. Her family had drilled it into Bellatrix’s mind that Druella was an unfit mother and a muggle-lover. Druella couldn't force Bellatrix away without her crying and making a scene, so Druella left the party alone.

She wandered around until she found herself back with her lover. She tearfully told him the truth, apologized for lying to him, and their reunion eventually resulted in another pregnancy.

This time, the family was much more wary. Druella promised the baby was Cygnus', that she'd changed her mind when she met him and just couldn't wait for them to be married. The family wasn't really buying it, but they hoped for her sake that she was telling the truth.

She was now completely back together with the other guy and they made plans to get away together before the new baby was born. But, they wanted to find a way to get to Bellatrix, hoping the damage already done wasn’t permanent. But, Bellatrix was under even heavier control after the scene Druella made at the party. They let her see Bellatrix to make her remember why she needed to marry Cygnus.

Andromeda was born, but not taken away, because Cygnus kind of aided in Druella’s lie. In all honesty, Cygnus was sort of a bachelor in school, but his familial duty to marry who they wanted him to outweighed his own desires. He didn’t have many desires anyway. Druella was attractive enough that he came to terms with her and her baggage.

Andromeda was safe in the Black family; Druella’s only concern was saving Bellatrix from her terrible grandparents.

They moved up the wedding date to Cygnus' 18th birthday, which by this point was only two years away, and said that there was nothing she could do. They gave her no choice but to marry Cygnus, or else she will never see her daughters ever again. Druella took that as a threat against her daughters’ lives.

One night, Druella went to steal Bellatrix, but she was nowhere to be found. Her parents told Druella that she can have Bellatrix back, but only until after the wedding. Druella said there wouldn’t be a wedding. The family says, like they'd said before, she had no choice.

As a reminder of whom she would be marrying Cygnus for, they allowed Bellatrix to sleep in Druella’s room that night. Druella was shocked to find Bellatrix much more receptive to her. Druella was happy for a moment to see some tenderness from her daughter.

Druella realized why the next day, when she caught sight of The Daily Prophet on the table, left open to a page saying that a man was found dead in his home that morning, with a note and his wand in his hand. After studying the wand, the last spell it was said to have been cast was the Killing Curse. The note said that he wasn't ready to be a father and hoped that his children would find someone more worthy than him. His death was quickly ruled a suicide and swept under the rug.

Druella married Cygnus and got her daughters back, giving birth to Narcissa a few months after. Narcissa is the only true Black, as she was conceived in the hopes of a new start... Cygnus’ “consolation prize”, if you will.

Bellatrix eventually forgot the details of her early past, but if anyone asked about her childhood, she remembered that her grandparents taught her important lessons about blood purity and why they need to preserve it. She remembered her father’s death very clearly, whether she knew it was her father or not. She’s not stupid; she can do the math and realize that Cygnus isn’t her real father. But, instead of accepting it, she compensated by following her family’s mentality. In her eyes, she was constantly paying for her mother’s crimes.

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nrcssasblck-blog · 7 years ago

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» BASICS

FULL NAME: Narcissa Walburga Black NICKNAME(S): Cissa, Cissy, Princess AGE: Twenty-five DATE OF BIRTH: August 8th, 1957 GENDER: Cis-female PRONOUNS: She / Her NATIONALITY: British ETHNICITY: Caucasian SEXUALITY: Heteroflexible

» APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Margot Robbie HEIGHT: 5′7 BUILD: Slim, slender DOMINANT HAND: Right EYE COLOR: Blue HAIR COLOR: Blonde BIRTHMARKS/SCARS: Freckles atop her shoulders, a small mole on her left collarbone.

» PERSONALITY

ZODIAC: Leo MBTI TYPE: ENFP TEMPERAMENT: Choleric MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral ARCHETYPE(S): Tastemaker, Royal ELEMENT: Fire HOUSE: Slytherin; ambitious and cunning, shrewd but devious WAND: 12¾", Elm & dragon heartstring, reasonably supple PATRONUS: Lioness; individualistic and self-aware, blunt and protective AMORENTIA: Freshly baked pastries, crisp leather, cherry wine, pressed white roses in the pages of an old book, cigar smoke and whiskey +/- TRAITS: tbd

» MORE INFORMATION

RESIDENCE: Malfoy Manor OCCUPATION: Socialite SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): Lucius — tbd; Sirius — tbd; Amos — tbd; Hestia — tbd; Crouch — tbd; FAMILY: Cygnus — tbd; Druella — tbd; Andromeda — tbd; Bellatrix (npc) — tbd;

» TIMELINE

1958: Born 1969: First year at Hogwarts 1976: Last year at Hogwarts TBD:

» HEADCANONS/BIO

ONE OF A KIND — Her sisters have always been her favorite people and she puts her family—her blood—above all else. She’s strong-willed, with a mile-long list of her own beliefs and affirmations, but she knows better than to share her ideals for a bat of her lashes and a coy smile have always gotten her much farther in life. But her mind—her thoughts, her goals, her dreams—have always been her own, no one else’s, not to be shared or judged or gawked at. They can have her words, but only what she’s willing to divulge and the rest belongs to her.

PRIMADONNA — Her youth was spent donned in the finest clothes, littered with the most expensive things, dazzling with luxury and sophistication. To say she was spoiled would be a grave understatement for there was nothing in the world forbidden to Narcissa, and the word no was never once uttered in her direction. Can I have more? Yes. Will you buy me this? Yes. Am I the prettiest? Yes. So sweet, so tempting. So innocent, so captivating. So manipulative, so charming. She had the world wrapped around her finger, pulling it tighter and tighter whenever she pleased. She was raised a princess, given opportunities any other girl would have killed for. She grew into a lover of all things beautiful: clothes, food, people; became a master of all things elegant: Parisian travel, fine wine, satin sheets. And she did it all with a natural, wind-whipped tousle to her blonde curls, perfectly lined lips and a smile that could have surely burned Rome to the ground. The spitting image of Druella, all doe-eyed blues and champagne curls, she coasted through life on her long, sun-kissed locks and her naive smile, always drawing people near only to have them lay down at her feet. A lover of all things posh, she keeps up with the latest trends in fashion which helps her create a quite envious sense of style. And to this day she’s Narcissa, the apple of her mother’s eye and the princess her father had always wanted; perfect in every sense of the word.

WORLD TRAVELER — At a young age, she developed quite the passion for languages, mainly those considered the languages of love: French, Italian, Spanish. She’s only mastered French, able to speak, read and write in the tongue, but her Italian is still spotty. She’s unable to read or write it, but can speak it beautifully. She’s been to each country as well, traveling to Paris for the first time at the tender age of eight where she fell madly in love with the city. And to this day, she still travels there often, begging Lucius to go along with her or even sneaking away every now and then when she needs a fresh breath of that Parisian air. Next to a quiet night at home beside her husband, Paris is her favorite place on Earth.

TOUJOURS PUR — Always pure; a mantra, a belief system, a way of life. Her family’s motto, one whispered after bedtime stories, purred among adults behind closed doors, slithered along the halls of Hogwarts. Such a thing, such a strict notion draws a line in the sand in the pretty head of a young girl, tells her who to associate with and who to avoid, lets her know who’s relevant and who isn’t, whose life matters and whose is worthless. Theirs—hers—was of the utmost relevance, their blood pure through and through, revered, worshipped as they are The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Royalty, and she a legacy, a descendant of the grandest heritage. Such a motto put her in certain social circles, gave her friends of similar backgrounds, put her in the crosshairs of boys whose families came of the same noble background. And all her life she’s been told the importance of her blood and in turn the inferiority of others’. It’s something that has been drilled into her mind since she was a child, so it was only natural for it to affect her own beliefs, her own ideas about life. Two words, both seemingly unimportant when separated, and when brought together they created an entire lifestyle, but she has never been too vocal about her prejudices mostly because she wouldn’t consider them prejudices. She wants no harm brought to those of mixed families, wishes no ill will upon mudbloods, but it is of her opinion that blood should be toujours pur.

ENCHANTRESS — In her youth, she enjoyed toying with the numerous men vying for her affection, always flirting her way through her social circle, not really looking for love but enjoying the occasional dalliance with a cute boy, that is, until she met Lucius though she did make him work for it. She’s never been a hopeless romantic, preferring attention-seeking dramatics and all-consuming passion over standard and boring and wholly ordinary trysts. She wants to be adored, and despite her current icy exterior today, she still demands a certain level of affection and this will never change for her ego was far too inflated as a young girl.

IRREPLACEABLE — She isn’t terribly sentimental save for just a few things. A golden ring in the shape of a slithering snake gifted to her by Lucius upon their first anniversary. It has made a home on the middle finger of her right hand and she hasn’t taken it off since the day he gave it to her. A silver sweeping necklace with a pink stone pendant cut in half of which the other half belongs to Andromeda. It is one of, if not the most precious thing she owns, given to her by her sister on her eleventh birthday, and she hadn’t taken it off since. But since her betrayal and subsequent shunning, it now remains in the jewelry box atop her vanity for safekeeping and she has never been able to part with it.

LIKES & DISLIKES — Silk dresses, fur coats, diamonds, fresh morning snow, pink champagne, stilettos, summer thunderstorms, french croissants, white roses, lace lingerie, menthol cigarettes, Chanel perfume and bubble baths are just a few of Narcissa’s favorite things. She detests mediocrity, liars, muggles, traitors, dark chocolate, white wine, waking up early, sleeping on anything but satin sheets, spending extended amounts of time outdoors and mudbloods.

TRUE LOVE — Her wedding was a grand affair, something out of a muggle magazine, a ten-page spread of glitter and glitz and glamour. Her dress was designer, fitting her like a glove. Her ring was enormous, the envy of every one of her friends. And her man was more handsome than any other. It was perfect; he was perfect, and though she’d be loathe to admit it to anyone but herself, she knew from the moment they’d first kissed that he would be her last. Though deeply in love, marrying a Malfoy came with certain expectations, numerous advantages and tremendous hardships. But in true Narcissa fashion, she navigated such uncharted waters with the poise and grace only a Black could have, taking on the merger of two noble families with the decorum of a princess turned serpentine queen. And oh, how easily she slid into this life, that of wife. Half trophy, half snake, she wore the title of Malfoy with pride, a badge of gory honor upon her chest. And though Black still coursed through her veins, she adapted far better than expected. She slithered her way around Lucius, holding the forbidden fruit in the palm of her hand, but it had been her who accepted the offer of intertwining not just their lives, but their souls, too. Equals in more ways than one, respectful in all aspects of their love—a romance she would have died for, killed for. A passionate, all-consuming kind of love that stops your breath and cinches your heart. No longer a girl, but a woman as strong-willed as the day she drew her first breath, a woman in love with a beast of man, but perhaps she’s become a beast, too.

DARK LORD — She’s never bore the dark mark, never lived to serve the evil deity that calls himself Voldemort—the Dark Lord, as Lucius calls him—and it isn’t because she doesn’t believe in the same ideals. She’s always been a purist at heart, truly believing crossing blood was a disgusting venture, abhorrent in every sense of the word, and it is this very reason she no longer speaks to Andromeda. It is such a strong belief that she’s cut off her own sister, tore flesh from flesh and renounced all relation to someone she’d idolized all her childhood. Her husband believes in these ideals so much that he’s willing to put himself in danger just to appease whom Narcissa would consider a madman with an even more demented band of cultish followers. And she’d have been a fool not to support Lucius. He’s of good social standing, handsome—a good jawline; he’ll pass that onto their sons someday—and most importantly, he adored her, and she him. But each time Lucius leaves the house, she’s terrified of what will happen, of what’s to come. And if they were to bring a child into this world, she has no idea if it would even be safe. What was supposed to be a happy and fruitful decision to bring life into the world has instead come to a screeching halt and part of her resents Lucius for prioritizing the rhetoric of a maniac over her, for doing the bidding of a psychopath. The ideals are what matter, she thinks. Not the bloodshed.

I WANT—I NEED YOU TO LIVE — As the years have passed, she’s aged with elegance, privilege still radiating from her every step, magnified tenfold with a charming flip to her curls coupled with that sweet aphroditic smile. She met, fell in love with and married the perfect boy, though as she stares at him from across the dining room table, she’d consider him a man now. Her life is a dream, save for the nights Lucius comes home beaten to a bloody pulp, ribs cracked, lips swollen. But what’s worse are the nights he doesn’t come home at all. Those are the nights she paces back and forth in the living room sipping wine and smoking one cigarette after the other, panic overwhelming all her senses. She simply cannot condone the extremism, the senseless violence and calamities this association to the Death Eaters brings. It bleeds into her daily life, takes over her every waking thought and the idea of this continuing is unbearable.

PRINCESS vs. QUEEN

I. “Primadonna girl, yeah, all I ever wanted was the world.” She floated through young adulthood like a beautiful, jasmine-scented mirage, a fever dream of pink mist and long golden curls. Those who knew her loved her, and she would have accepted nothing less than your devotion. She surrounded herself with like-minded individuals—like-blooded—and only chose the best of friends to call her own. Adored by all, but understood by none and yet envied by everyone. Men wanted her, most of whom she indulged but only just, stringing them along and thinking very little of them. Girls wanted to be her, most of whom she paid no attention to, never really deeming their lives worth much or any of them worthy of her precious attention. A princess in all aspects. A radiant reminder of the perfection that went hand in hand with being a Black. An ethereal, utterly irresistible creature who knew just how to get what she wanted.

II. “I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.” Melancholy, the air is thick with it. It hangs over them, a looming presence, a terrible reminder of another war brewing, and she can feel it in her bones—the death, the destruction. By her husband’s hands, by her own if anything were to happen to him. Lips normally curved into a knowing smile, as if she had a salacious secret on the tip of her tongue have now fallen into a sullen, straight line. Eyes usually alight with the possibilities of tomorrow, adventure just around the corner have now hardened, no longer filled with joy, only anguish and darkened by sorrow. The high walls encasing her heart have frozen solid, turned cheeks so rosy into icy alabaster and she fears things will never be the same.

LITTLE KNOWN FACTS

01. Bellatrix has called her Cissy for as long as she can remember. 02. She never really wanted to go to Hogwarts, always harboring dreams of venturing to Beauxbatons instead mostly because of her love of France. 03. Loves the color pink. 04. Sirius was her favorite cousin when she was younger and his betrayal hit her hard, perhaps even more so than Andromeda’s. 05. She’s her parents favorite, still relishing in this fact to this day. 06. Her boggart is quite traumatizing and is the theme of most of her nightmares; her family’s lifeless bodies staring up at her, Lucius included and there is nothing she could do to stop it, nothing she could do to save them. 07. Began dating Lucius in her final year at Hogwarts; they were married a few years later. 08. On her 11th birthday, Andromeda gifted her a silver necklace with a pink stone cut in half. She wore it until the day her sister betrayed their family. 09. Enjoys old black and white muggle films; Casablanca is her favorite, but she doesn’t share such an obsession as it would hurt her carefully constructed reputation to enjoy something so frivolous and human. 10. She’s scared to start a family because of all the dangers surrounding her and her loved ones as of late, but often dreams of giving Lucius a son though she’d secretly hope for a daughter to call her own. 11. Strengths: creative, passionate, generous, alluring. 12. Weaknesses: arrogant, stubborn, selfish, narcissistic.01 Bellatrix has called her Cissy for as long as she can remember; Lucius picked up on the nickname as well and uses it often.

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♔ HER WORLD IS THE COLOR OF PEARLS; PALE WHITE AND PINK, SOFTLY GLOWING ♔

✤ Narcissa Black. ✤ Slytherin / Sixth Year. ✤ Pureblood. ✤ Death Eaters. ✤ Taken character.

They always told you lovely things. No tales of horror and war for the golden-haired angel. And in a way, that shaped who you became. Ice Queen. The words followed you around the halls, for that was how they saw you. Above them and cold. You were told to only concern yourself with your place in society and how people perceived you, everything else you shouldn’t have to worry about. You close your eyes and ears to what’s going on around you. You allow them to see the porcelain of your skin, but never the iron that lays beneath.

BIOGRAPHY.

And that was exactly what Narcissa Black became. Molding herself into the strict and unbending expectations her mother had for her. She sat there while her hair was curled and allowed her outfits to be chosen for her. She curtsied and nodded as was deemed necessary and as her mother had predicted, the pedestal she built for her youngest daughter seemed as high as she'd hoped it would be. Narcissa Black was making a name for herself by the time she was even able to write it. The problem with being held up so high is that there is a very long way to fall, and while the Pureblood society practically idolized the gorgeous girl, many were waiting for her to crumble. But there were many conversations between Druella and her prodigal daughter. Conversations where she continued drilling into her how good she was. How she was perfect and beautiful and that the world wasn't going to be ready for the powerhouse she could be beneath curled eyelashes and pretty pink polished nails.

CONNECTIONS.

RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE ━ Has looked up to since childhood, feels safe around. BELLATRIX & ANDROMEDA BLACK ━ Her sisters, two most important people in her life. LUCIUS MALFOY ━ Betrothed, somewhat interested in.

THIS CHARACTER’S FACECLAIM IS LILY JAMES.

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