NOTT (RIDDLE), BELLADONNA CRUTIA

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Belladonna Crutia Nott (Riddle) _*

T H E Q U I C K I N F O R M A T I O N ,
i've got the stuff that you want. i've got the thing that you need.

nicknames: Bella

gender: Female

age: 18

sexuality: Heterosexual

birthday: May 21 1981

former house: Slytherin

graduation year: 1998

occupation: Quidditch Player

blood lineage: Half-blood (although thinks she is a Pure-Blood)

special ability: Parselmouth, Apparition

wand type: Yew, Dragon Heart string, 11 1/2 inches

broom type: Firebolt

city of residence: Wiltshire, England

allegiance: Unsure

I N S I D E T H E C H A R A C T E R ,
i'm every woman, it's all in me. i can read your thoughts right now.

likes: Shopping, Playing Quidditch, Potions, Reading, Singing, Playing Guitar, Playing Piano, Fashion, Warm Weather, Herself

dislikes: Innocence, Her scar, Being "The Girl who Lived", The expectations thrown upon her, Pumpkin, Goody Good people, Being told she can't do something, Having things held from her, Snow, Gryffindors

strengths: Determination, Hexes/Curses, Her ability to get what she wants, Flying

weaknesses: Transfiguration, Stubbornness, Her emotions

goals: Become a Professional Quidditch Player, Find out what her dad is hiding from her

boggart: Dying

patronus: The day she learned to fly

dementor: The green flash from the killing curse

amortentia: Flying, Chocolate, Shopping

mirror of erised: To be the best Seeker in Quidditch History

personality: Materialistic, Loud, Opinionated, Confident, Fun, Cunning, Stubborn, Smart, Resourceful, Selective

flaws: Stubborn, Anger issues, Doesn't know when to shut her mouth, Spends too much money

O U T S I D E T H E C H A R A C T E R ,
i am no angel. i like it when you do that stuff to me. i am no angel.

eye color: Green

hair color: Dark Brown

expected height: 5'4"

skin tone: Tan

body type: Thin/Athletic

distinguishing features: Lightning Scar on her right shoulder

play-by: Jessica Lowndes

T H E F A M I L Y H I S T O R Y ,
and i, will always love you. you, you, you. my darling, you..

father: Adrian Nott, Forty-five (Adopted Father unknown to Bella)
Tom Riddle, Sixty-seven

mother: Maria Nott, Deceased (Adopted Mother unknown to Bella)
Bellatrix Lestrange, Forty-five

siblings: Theodore Nott, Nineteen

children: N/A

spouse: N/A

other notable family: (Unknown by Bella)
Including all Families: Malfoy, Black, ,Lestrange, Greengrass, Rosier, Tonks, Burke


family reputation: Wealthy, Death Eaters

social class: Wealthy, Pure-blood

ethnicity: Caucasian

birth place: Unknown

T H E R O L E - P L A Y E R I N F O R M A T I O N ,
oh, i wanna dance with somebody. i wanna feel the heat with somebody.

name/alias: Courtney

age: 20

experience: 8 years

other characters: N/A

where did you find us?: Ad somewhere

any site suggestions?: <3

role play sample: Piles of blood soaked gauze filled the counter of the bathroom in Genevieve's apartment. Her hands shook as she cleaned out the healing wounds. Her body was covered in the wounds. The wounds that would soon become scars. St. Mungos has been unable to heal all of her wounds for some reason so she had been forced to deal with the slow and painful healing process. But that wasn't the worst part of it.

Genevieve jumped as she heard a noise outside her window. Her heart raced as she looked in the direction of the window. No the physical pain was not the worst part of this. It was the fear. It hadn't been very long since she had gotten out of that dark room in the back of the club in London. She took in a deep breath and looked back at the mirror.

She wasn't the same woman she had been a couple weeks ago. Her eyes had dark circles under them, her skin was pale, her hair was pulled back away from her face, her eyes had a constant fear in them. She wasn't and probably never would be the same Genevieve. She constantly had nightmares. She was forced to stay up for nights on end because of her constant fear of them finding her again.

She tensed up as she heard scratching on her door. The sudden noise broke her concentration and she winced as her hand hit her open wound on her shoulder. She finished bandaging it as she walked to the door. She peaked through the hole and opened it fast to find Sam there wagging his tail. He rushed in and licked her hand as she petted him. That was weird. She pulled the parchment from his collar and the next thing she was sitting on her bed petting Sam and reading the piece of parchment in her hands.

They had found Amarissa. Rick needed her. But she didn't know if she could go. She didn't know if she was ready to face battle or to see Death Eaters again. What if Dimitri and Julius were there? Her hands shook as she pulled on a t-shirt and some jeans. She wasn't even dressing like her normal self. She pulled on a dark hooded sweat shirt and sighed as she pet Sam and walked out of her apartment. With Sam walked beside her she felt a little more safe. Her arms, legs, and torso seemed to be covered in gauze. There was even a large piece covering a very nasty wound on her neck.

Within a couple minutes she walked into Rick's bar. She waved to the bartender on duty and walked to the back room. She knew she looked horrible but she was trying to help Rick. She looked up and saw him and Dom. She had met Dom a couple times while she had been training Rick.

"So...they found her."