Post by wolfseden on Aug 9, 2010 23:39:09 GMT -5
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]BELLATRIX MARIE DEVLIN
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¨ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ©You may know me as Eden from The Lovely Bones, but soon you're gonna know me for my charries. Bellatrix is pretty damn awesome! In fact, they're The CATS pajamas! I've been doing this for 5 years out of the 17 I've been on the planet. If you need to get a hold of me, just drop me a line at PM
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¨ FULL NAME Bellatrix Marie Devlin
¨ NICKNAME Bella, Trix, or Trixie
¨ AGE Actual-134 Appears-30
¨ GENDER Female
¨ SPECIES Werewolf
¨ BLOOD TYPE B+
¨ OCCUPATION She works as a book store clerk
¨ PLAY BY Alyssa Milano
¨ HAIR
Trix's hair is dark brown in color and falls past her shoulders to rest at her waist. For the most part, her hair is in a constant curl and she prefers to leave it down.
¨ EYES
Her eyes, similar to her hair, is a chocolate brown color.
¨ STATS
five feet eight inches & one hundred thirty four pounds
¨ BODY
Bellatrix's frame is average. It's neither too thin nor too bulky, in her opinion. Her skin is graced with a healthy tan and a pearly white smile usually is plastered firmly on her face.
¨ FEATURES
Bellatrix has the usual ear piercings, one hole in each ear, and four long, ragged claw marks running diagonally from her right shoulder blade to the middle of her waist..
¨ WARDROBE
The were's usual attire consists of a pair of blue jeans, a form fitting tank, and a pair of sneakers. Sh also tends to wear white gold jewelry, such as a pair of hoop earrings and a matching necklace or bracelet.
¨ OTHER FORM
Since she was transformed into a werewolf, Bellatrix has discovered that her animal form is that of a large, grey wolf. In that form, the wolf's coat is a similar brown to her human hair, but it has a few hints of white here and there throughout her fur. The white is found mainly on her chest and paw areas. Like most wolves her fur length varies depending on the season. Long during the summer, short during the summer. During the transition, Trix's eyes shift from their usual brown to a bright amber color, the average color for most grey wolves. At the shoulder, Trix stands thirty inches from the ground and from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail the Were is approximately five and a half feet long. If she had to guess, her wolf form weighs about one hundred to one hundred and ten pounds.
¨ LIKES
-Chocolate
-The Night
-Books (More specifically, Romance Novels)
-A Wide Variety of Music
-A Good, Old Pair of Jeans
-Sushi
¨ DISLIKES
-Crowded Areas
-Loud Noises
-Confrontations
-Brussel Sprouts
-Fake People
-Make-up
¨ STRENGTHS
-Intelligent
-Observant
-She's a great listener, especially when people need to get things off their chest...or when someone needs spying on ; )
-Protective of those she cares for
¨ WEAKNESSES
-Isn't the most skilled fighter
-Is a people pleaser (tends to get taken advantage of more often than not)
-Chocolate, mmm...
-Large, fluffy dogs. Who could resist them?
¨ SKILLS
-Great home cook
-Can remember anything she reads
¨ FEARS
-The loss of someone close to her
-Small, cramped areas
¨ FULL PERSONALITY
On the outside, Bellatrix's shy and quiet nature gives off the illusion of a cold, unfeeling personality. On the contrary. The werewolf fae is, in fact, a truly warm, loving being. She greets every stranger with a bright smile and treats all with respect, even if it isn't earned or deserved. The fae goes out of her way to help those in need, even if there's a cost to her own well being.
Despite these beautiful qualities, though, Trix is no push-over. The lycan offers her friendship freely to all, but if someone were to take her kindness for granted, they'd be faced with a icy enemy. The fae is intelligent and knows when she's being played for a fool.
On most occasions, Trix is the lover, not the fighter. She prefers verbal compromises over physical confrontations and will try her hardest to ensure that both parties are happy with the result. However, if she were forced to defend herself or those she cares for, the werewolf's a formidable foe. She isn't invincible, though. Like everyone else, she has her strengths and weaknesses.
¨ MOTHER Nicoletta Devlin, 78, Human, Deceased
¨ FATHER Michael Devlin, 82, Human, Deceased
¨ SIBLINGS Kathrine Scott, 69, Human, Deceased
¨ IMPORTANT PEOPLE None
¨ BIRTHPLACE Memphis, Tennessee, Unite States of America
¨ BIRTHDAY February Twenty Fourth, Eighteen Seventy Six
¨ FULL HISTORY
Bellatrix was born the first child to Michael and Nicoletta Devlin in the lovely state of Tennessee. From the start, Bellatrix was a warm, caring individual. She accepted everyone and helped everyone she was able to. If there was a bird with an injured wing, she'd try to nurse it back to health. If there was a friend with a scraped knee, she'd give it a band-aid before she'd kiss it to make it better.
Not long after Trix went into the fourth grade, her parents got pregnant with her baby sister. That was the best news she'd ever recieved. Even better than getting a 97 on her math test. For a fourth grader, that's some big news. Trix made up her mind that she would be the best big sister in the entire world. She eventually was too. When Katherine was born, Bellatrix took it upon herself to be there every second she was able to and showered her sister in love and affection. Needless to say, they were the best of friends when they got older.
For Trix life couldn't get any better. She loved it and loved the people that were in it. However, most good things must come to an end. At the age of 28, Trix was out grocery shopping and was attacked by a newly created lycan. From what she found out later, it was likely that the lycan hadn't turned properly and had lost its mind during his first transtion. Unfortuantely, Bellatrix didn't esccape unscathed. She was now a werewolf.
For years, she went on living like she usually did, keeping her new condition a secret from her family. Eventually, though, someone started to notice that she wasn't aging like a regular human being. Trix was forced to leave her family and her life in Tennessee. She moved to New York, leaving her family unaware of her location. It was the hardest thing the new werewolf ever had to do in her life. From afar, Trix watched her family as they all aged and watched as they eventually fell to mortality. On the anniversary of each of their deaths, she returns and pays her respects to them.
Now, Bellatrix works at a small bookstore in New York and lives among her own kind, happily.
((ooc: I apologize if my history and RP sample seem a bit choppy. I finished this really late. ^^ If you need me to, I can redo either.))
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The female Were bobbed and weaved down the crowded sidewalk, her dark chocolate eyes flickering from one human face to another. Any onlooker could tell she was different, even if they had no knowledge of the supernatural world. Compared to a majority of the crowd, Bellatrix was dressed in very easy clothing. She wore a simple form-fitting, black sweater, a pair of worn jeans, and a green scarf was wrapped securely around her tanned neck. Everyone else wore heavy clothes like bulky leather jackets, mittens, and skull caps in order to keep out the cold.
Truth be told, Trix wasn't all that cold. Being a werewolf gave the woman a much higher body temperature than the average human being. So, to put it simply, Trix didn't get cold easily and it didn't take much to keep her warm. At most, it felt chilly to the Were, despite it being in the lower 50's.
'I hate crowds,' Trix thought as she ducked into the bookstore she worked at. The werewolf fae inhaled deeply and, then, exhaled in relief as the door shut behind her. Immediately, her entire frame relaxed. She truly did hate crowds. Ever since her human years, actually. To be honest, Trix didn't know why; she just did. There was no reason for it. The bookstore, with the mingled scents of new and old books, was a real comfort, though. Especially with the sweet scents of freshly baked goods and ground coffee wafting from the cafe in the back. For the second time since she entered the old bookstore, Trix inhaled deeply and took in the scents that surrounded her.
Another sigh escaped as she unwound her scarf from around her neck. "I've got to wonder why you would pick New York, of all places, to live when you have such an aversion to crowds and tight places," a girl chuckled. Trix looked up from where she was standing to look upon the speaker. It was Marcy, a fellow wolf and one of her most trusted confidants. She allowed a bright smile to form on her tanned face and raised a hand to the young woman. "Don't get me started," she said, waving her hand in a wiping motion. The two ladies had had this conversation many times and she didn't wish for a repeat. Marcy just laughed in responce as she turned on her heel and walked off. Trix shook her head at her friends antics and followed.
From the front of the small shop, a newcomer could be immediately greeted by rows of bookcases only a few feet away. Each bookcase was made of a metal material which had been painted black in order to match the black and white tiled floor. On all of the walls, beautiful paintings were hung up and helped give the store a homey feel. In the back of the shop, was the cafe. It held all sorts of goodies for the busy shopper. Things like freshly baked muffins, cakes, lattes, and a wide variety of teas were always available.
This quiant area was where Trix settled herself. The werewolf moved behind the glass counter and went to work making herself a nice, warm cup of green tea. "You think it'll be busy today, Mar?" she asked, her dark eyes watching what she was doing. "I highly doubt it," she replied, obviously not liking that fact. Trix let out a laugh as she dipped her tea bag into her cup of steaming water. "Aw, don't worry, darling. We'll find something to do." Her voice, like always, was reaassuring, but that didn't stop the day from going just as Marcy expected: slow and boring.
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