BELLATRIX CALDWELL | DISTRICT SIX (FIN)

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Her raven hair has always perfectly styled to look messy. It falls in straight locks to the middle of her back, covering her in a veil of darkness and secrecy. Hiding her in the shadows. Poisonous green eyes dart out to anything that could possibly contain fear, and pulls it to the surface, begging people to tremble with fear in her presence. Naturally, they are an icy shade of blue, but with her mother's profession, she has easy access to colored contacts. She has worn the same toxic shade for so long that she guesses people would think it was strange to see her without them. Not that their opinions would matter, anyway.

Her pale face exhibits blushing cheeks, a sign of a healthy upbringing. The ends of her mouth (The one that contains her dangerous fangs) point downward, as if she is is constantly bored with the people around her. With a powerful jaw like that of a snake, she looks like she is overflowing with physical power. She has always keep her body in relatively good shape, not wanting the years to be as cruel to her as they had been to other's. (Her parents.) She had saw the picture of them on their wedding day, and she looked like a clone of her mother. Now? Not even close. She can't let herself age badly.

Bellatrix is proud of her body. She wears clothes that are tight enough to show off what she has, but loose enough to show that she is a lady. One that would kill you if you crossed her path, but a lady nonetheless. She sticks with the typical bad girl clothing, lots of black and white, and lots of leather and denim. She likes to be noticed, which is obvious as soon as she walks into a room. She simply radiates confidence.

She loves to accessorize, in every sense of the word. All of the plain colored clothing she wears gives her a headache alone, so she collects rings, necklaces, bracelets, necklaces, even anklets. Her trade mark, (like the tail of a rattlesnake,) her brightly colored accessories were thing to watch out for. If a person wasn't careful, they just might have found themselves bitten.

Nobody wants to provoke Bellatrix. Kind of like if you mess with the bull you get the horns, if you mess with the snake you get bitten. She walks the halls in complete control of everything around her. This only makes her crave more power, though. (She wasn't afraid to fight for it,) People generally didn't want to fight with her for power, though, because she always came out on top. She learned at a very young age how to work a room, how to make people bend when she said so. She used this to pull herself to the head of her class. She knows a lot of people hate her, and it hurts her, but they can't know that.

She has to act as if she is made of stone if she wants to stay in control, but often times, when she is laying in bed at night reading, she cries. Bitter tears that are so exhausted from the hard life they have of never being able to reveal themselves stream silently down her cheek for only a short time before she wipes them away, though. Her secrets aren't safe out in the open. No one can know she has a heart. No one can see her weaknesses, because then they can use them against her in battle, and she can't afford to lose. She has to keep her secrets locked away, even the ones she had as a child. Hidden within the shadows of her dangerous glare.

She only enjoys reading so much because it takes her to places where she doesn't have to fight. She is completely free to be whatever she wants in the many books she has hidden in the shelf in the corner of her room. She doesn't just read for fun, though. She loves to read about things that could help her some day, like different types of plants, or how to tell venomous snakes apart from non-venomous ones. It gives her yet another advantage on her peers, knowing things like that. (She has to be first.)

She also enjoys roses, and the simple beauty the exhibit. She loves that, as beautiful as they are, they still have their thorns. She had a lot in common with them, she thinks. But not as much as she did with snakes. Snakes are lethal. Gorgeous, but still deadly. They aren't afraid of anything, and they fight for what they want. With snakes, if you aren't first, you are last, and that is exactly how Bella thinks.

Bellatrix Miverna Caldwell was born in the dead of winter. Her parents were young, too young to have a child, from what she heard. Her early childhood was hard as her parents struggled to both care for her and finish their college, in fact, her mother said that often times they didn't have enough money for a sitter and Bella would just go to school with her. However, after they graduated, and everything began to even out, Bellatrix got a lot of free time. She would sneak out of the house in the night with her imaginary sister named Izabelle, (Everyone called her Izzie.) when she was only four. They would laugh and play and stare at the stars, and one night they wandered a little too far. Izzie fell down a hill, or so Bella remembered, and was gone for forever.

In reality, Izabelle was her twin sister, stolen away when she was only a little girl after her parents failed to follow through on a deal. Some how, the young girl dreamed up her explanation for Izzie's disappearance and stuck with it. Her parents couldn't bare telling her Izabelle was real, and that she'd been taken because of their mistakes, so they let her think her story was true. She kept waiting on her to come back, and she never did. Every night for months, she would wait at the top of the hill where she had dreamed up her sister falling, and waited for her to climb back up it. She never did.

As the years went on, Bellatrix became distant, feeling almost as if a piece of her was missing. Little did she know,it had been taken from her. In school, she acted out and disobeyed orders from the teacher, something her father highly disapproved of, as he had recently become a college professor. That was when she realized she could push people's buttons. She started teaching herself to find everyone's weakness and use it against them. Eventually, everyone in her class feared little Bellatrix Caldwell.

After a few years of practicing and perfecting her technique, people no longer wanted to mess with her, and she didn't want them to. She enjoyed being in control. She allowed herself to have only a few friends, because too many meant too much weakness. She had to stay strong. She was going to stay strong. It hurt her when people called her names, crushed her, but she couldn't let them know it. She wouldn't let them know it.

It is a shame that she is so dark, because she is also one of the brightest people of her grade. Ironic, isn't it?

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codeword:
lyrics: "familiar taste of poison" by halestorm
palette: drop of poison
face claim: olivia wilde
plots: sibling snatchers by zoe