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About You, the Writer:
Your Nickname: Xavier, Luneombre, or XL
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Full Character Name: Belladona Lilith Corvida
Character Birthday & Age: January 1, 1988 20 years old
City & Country of Birth: London, England
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn?: HalfBlood
Alma Mater: Hogwarts
Occupation Works in a small “exotic” goods shop.

Type of Criminal: Black Market Trader and Dark Artist

Allegiances / Loyalties / Political Faction: Currently Dona works for whoever is willing to shell out the most dough for her services.

Previous Convictions or Crimes?: Yes
Dona has been arrested multiple times for possession of illicit materials. However, as of yet she has yet to be caught with anything truly dangerous that would warrant a stay in Azkaban. Currently the M.O.M. is unaware that she is a practitioner of the Dark Arts.


What crimes might you commit in the future?  Discuss all possible:
Murder
Torture
Kidnapping
Theft
Illegal Trafficking of Goods
Possession of Illegal Materials
Practicing the Dark Arts

Are you currently under pursuit by the Ministry of Magic?: No


Wand Description: Dona’s wand is roughly 11 inches long, give or take a centimeter or two, and is composed of a rich dark Paduak. The wood from which her wand is constructed of is very inflexible and has been shaped to have a spiral shaft. The core of her wand is a Dragon Heartstring that came from a Hungarian Horntail.

Physical Description:


Physically Dona is a very slim girl, pole-like in appearance, and she tends to lack any sort of physical strength due to her slim stature. Dona’s favorite part of her appearance, and the most offsetting to those she meets, is her hair. Dyed a variety of colors from indigo to ruby it always serves as the focal point when she first meets people. To add to outrageousness of her appearance Dona has done her hair up in dreadlocks. She often peppers her hairstyle with an assortment of accessories like charms and bandanas. Dona’s skin is naturally a very pale white, almost porcelain in color. She achieved this skin tone from the genetics of her parents, both very light skinned people, and the fact that she spends the majority of her time out at night or locked up in the store she works at. Preferring to go au natural Dona rarely uses makeup to enhance her look, with the exception of dark eyeliner and lipstick in every color under the rainbow. For clothes Donna is generally seen wearing the clothes of a muggle, another aspect that seems to confound the various witches and wizards amongst her. Her favorite outfit, and the one she can be seen in most often, is a long sleeve skin tight black shirt, a lime green t-shirt over that with the radioactive symbol on it. For pants she generally wears a pair of tight black leather jeans, and for shoes a pair of black snake skin boots. In the odd occasion when Donna actually wears witches robes, she chooses to adorn her self with dark forest green or black silk robes.


Build/Body type: Slim
Estimated Height/Weight: 5’6”, around 125 lbs
Hair color: Originally Blond, but she dyes it a variety of colors whenever she feels like it.
Eye color: Gray
Skin color: A very pale almost porcelain color.
First Impression: When one first sets eyes on Dona the first thing that might pop into their head is weird, followed closely by dangerous.
Any odd/outstanding features?: In a hairstyle very different from what witches are normally seen wearing, Dona has dreadlocks

Personality Description:

Power is Addictive
Just like gravity always seems to be pulling us back to Earth, (and crushing our dreams of being able to fly like Superman or Neo) Donna always seems to be attracted to those with power. Not is a sexual way, more in the “I want to follow you so as to see what you do.” It can be any form of power, monetary, influence, intelligence, or physical, but more often than not its people with physical power that Donna is drawn too. This reasons for this can vary from person to person but generally it is because physical strength is often more apparent than any of the others. Once she has managed to ingratiate herself with the person she hangs out for awhile until someone more powerful comes along or she gets bored. When that happens Donna either searches for someone new or hooks up with the new powerhouse.

I will kick your face in.
Violence, the antithesis of civilization or the roots of us all. Donna doesn’t really care; all she knows is that she is good at it. Over the years Donna has developed her form of violence that seems to emphasize bone breakage and blood loss turning her into a violent machine. Donna’s favorite weapon to use is the variety of hexes and curses she has at her disposal so as to cause great pain to her victims. When conflict arises before her she prefers to use intelligence to ruthlessly crush it and if that doesn’t work she uses violence.

Yes you may call me Princess.
While Donna is one hardcore b$#@& she enjoys being a princess and loves nothing more than when people shower her with gifts and praise. Whether they’re intentions are pure matters nothing to her so long as you pay homage to her ego. This is perhaps her largest weakness, as a well placed complement or gift can distract her long enough for you to get away. She is also a terribly vain girl spending hours getting ready each morning and spending hundreds on her hair.

Check Mate
While Donna is a vain and violent girl she is by no means stupid. She has always been an intelligent girl she just hasn’t shown it very often. Donna, if she was in school, would have the ability to score in top five percent of her classes, but she often forces herself to appear dumber than she is to remain in the shadows. Lilith also is a sly and cunning creature, often using her looks to manipulate those around her.

Despotism and Tyranny
Donna seems to have an aura that terrifies certain people. Most don’t notice it, but this is mostly due to the fact that while she has this aura Donna has yet to learn how to manipulate it. Currently Aura seems to terrify young children; they despise her and began crying whenever she is around. This doesn’t bother Donna all the much cause she hates them too. Another group of that seems to be able to feel the full force of her aura are animals; whenever Donna is around them they cry, shriek, and moan until she leaves or their owners get them under control. Whenever she is around most people merely feel a tingling in their spine, as if something is not quite right but they can’t put their finger on it. As of yet Donna has not realized the effect that she has on those around her, but if she did Donna would use it to its fullest potential.


History:

Donna was born to Emron, a pureblood wizard, and Tara, a muggle, Corvida. The two met while Emron was in France hunting down some manticore scales that he believed to be in the possession of a hermit. Tara on the other hand was merely in France for a casual vacation with friends. At the time they met Emron was 27 years old and her mother was 25. The bumped into each other at the bed and breakfast in small town in the French countryside and immediately sparks flew between the two and they spent a long passion filled weekend together. At the end of the weekend they were forced to part company, Emron so as to finish his job and Tara because her friends had seen enough of the countryside and were longing for the big city. So the couple parted, but not for long. Before the parted company Emron cast a spell on Tara so that he would be able to find her anywhere in the world.

A month later when Emron finished his work he followed the spell all the way to Paris where he found her relaxing in a coffee shop people watching. At first Tara was stunned, not believing that they would ever see each other again she had cast aside her love for Emron in the hopes that time would heal the wound. Tara took their ‘chance’ meeting as a sign from whatever god was out there that they were meant to be together. It was then that Emron proposed to her, barely thinking about what he was doing; only knowing that this was the women he was supposed to spend his life with. Tara, of course, said yes. So with his marriage proposal accepted Emron invited her to travel back to England with him. After much assurance from her friends that they would be fine without her, in truth Tara had become depressed when forced to part company with Emron and was ruining their fun. While this seemed a match made in heaven Emron still kept on secret from his wife, that he was a wizard.

So time passed; the two grew closer together and finally a blessing happened to them. Tara got pregnant. Both were overjoyed at the fact that soon they would be bound together forever by their child, but deep in the farthest reaches of his soul Emron was worried. What if the child is a Witch or Wizard, what shall I tell her? So Emron resolved his heart and vowed that on the day his child was born he would tell his wife about his secret. Eight months later Belladona was born.

Emron spent that night writhing in agony and guilt about the secret he had kept from his love ever since he had known her, but, like a true man, Emron told Tara his secret and the chance that their child would take after him. She was appalled; not at the fact he was a Wizard, but rather at the fact he had kept it a secret from her all these years. The day after Tara was let out of the hospital she left her newborn daughter and husband, to be seen by neither of them to this day.

Heart broken and mind is shatters Emron turned to the Dark Arts for solace, spending days at a time in a haze unaware of the majority of things that happened around him. He was just aware enough to see to the base needs of his daughter. So, with a father that was a shell of a man Donna was forced to raise herself. She was fully aware that she was witch, having come into her power fairly early even for a Witch raised by a Wizard.

Donna’s father, having been thrown into madness by the departure of her mother, neglected her education before Hogwarts. Without a doubt if Donna had not for chanced upon Old Widow Malakin she would have started Hogwarts without any reading, writing, or mathematical skills. The two chanced upon each other when Donna, grocery shopping for her father, ran into town. She met the old widow in a bookstore while picking up ink for her father. When Malakin asked the girl what her favorite book was she was stunned when informed that she didn’t know how to read or write. From that day forth they met three times a week so Malakin could teach Donna the basics of reading writing and mathematics. Unfortunately the old women died a year before Donna started Hogwarts, and in order to keep her skills from turning to dust Donna would practice reading some of the books that her Father keapt in his study; most of which were Dark Arts. Donna managed to increase her skill with writing by copying whole chapters from the books in her own hands. In this way Donna was able to learn how to read and write at a basic level, needless to say when she started Hogwarts she was a tad behind in those areas but by continuing her practices she quickly caught up. Donna’s method of studying reading and writing greatly contributed to her skill in the Dark Arts; for you see after spending months copying and reading those books she had eventually memorized most of them. Though she had all this knowledge in her mind, Donna lack the skill to use it; skill that was given to her through her years at Hogwarts.

It was here that Donna received her wand, a gorgeous inflexible dark Paduak wand with a spiral shaft and a Dragon-Heartstring core. As soon as her hand closed around the grip she felt power flow through her and knew that she would do great things in her life. Ollivander, who else would one go to for a wand, was deeply disturbed by the unique composition of her wand, but kept his opinions to himself. After getting her wand they purchased the rest of Donna’s materials and she was ready for Hogwarts.

When the day arrived Donna was forced to enter the Platform on her own as her father had completely lost himself deep into one of his Hazes and despite all her attempts she had been able to wake him long enough to say good-bye. As she stared at the other families crammed into the platform to say good luck to their children Donna felt a pang of sadness and deep longing, but she forced herself to quickly crush it. There was no point in hoping for something she couldn’t have.

On that melancholy note, Donna’s life at Hogwarts began. She was sorted into Slytherin, of course, where she managed to flourish despite the deep prejudices of her being a Half-Blood. Donna never really stood out to any of the teachers, being average in just about every subject she took. However their was two exceptions, after years of being forced to brew potions for her father, as well as cook, Donna had developed a knack for potion making; particularly poison. The other exception was Defense Against the Dark Arts, which she was a complete failure at. The area of magic that she truly excelled at was not one taught at the school. Behind the locked doors of the Slytherin Common room Donna was both feared and respected, especially after demonstrating her prowess at some of the shadier forms of magic. Always a bit of a loner she never really had an abundance of friends and had only a few acquaintances.

By Donna’s fifth year at the school she had set up a small business of smuggling forbidden items into the castle. Everything from Howling Frisbees to some of the rarer poisons, snatched from her father’s stash. Donna was widely regarded as the best person in the school if you had a ‘need’ to obtain something that couldn’t be found in care packages or Hogsmede. Donna was also hired as an enforcer of sorts to make sure that people paid back bets or things they had ‘borrowed’. For a nominal fee of course.

It was in her sixth year that things finally blew up in Donna’s life. In one of his Manic Hazes her father had been seen by some muggles performing some magic, and not just any magic either The Dark Arts. When the Ministry arrived to fix things they originally intended to give him a warning, but after seeing the contents of his house and the memory of the witness Emron was arrested on the spot and taken to Azkaban. Donna was pulled out of school for a month and was questioned at length about the various practices of her father. Always being a good actress Donna managed to convince the Ministry that he father had forced her to assist him most of his studies. Donna also told them that he had threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone what he had done. The act worked and the Ministry let her go under the guidelines that she remain in Ministry hands until her graduation at Hogwarts. Donna grudgingly accepted this as she thought a few months under scrutiny from the Ministry was better than a stint in Azkaban.

Upon her return to Hogwarts she was treated much different by her teachers and the other houses. Slytherin, of course, knew all about her sorties in the Dark Arts, some of them having been her test subjects. For the last few months of her life at Hogwarts Donna was ostracized and left on her own. No one came to her for contraband anymore and it seemed that no one wanted any of her other services either. After graduating Donna was released from Ministry custody. The first thing Donna did was go to Gringots and withdraw all of the gold in her father’s vault, keeping some of it and putting the rest into a vault with her own name. Using the gold she keapt Donna purchased a small apartment in Knockturn Alley where she lives to this day.

After spending about three months without a job Donna finally began the search for one. When it became apparent that no one was really looking for someone with her unique skills Donna began hawking various low level illegal materials to make enough money to support herself. As of now Donna has been doing this for years and in the past year or two gotten into some of the more dangerous materials.

Writing Sample:

The night was deep, the moon gone from he sky and clouds covering the stars the alleyway was plunged into darkness. The only light came from a fungus growing on some of the stones that made the walls of the alley which only seemed to enhance the darkness surrounding the night. If one strained their eyes deep into the shadows that would just be able to make out the silhouette of a young women. Judging from her size she couldn’t have been anymore than 24, 25 at the oldest. This observation would bring another thought to mind, who was this girl and why was she hanging around this alley in the dead of night. The girl’s name was Belladona, commonly know as Donna to her associates, and she was a smuggler transporting a very dangerous item, a dragon’s egg.

Donna tuned stepped out of the shadows for a moments so as to quickly case the alley, hoping to see the person she was waiting for. The light from the fungus illuminated her features, showing off her pale skin, given an odd bluish tinge by the light, and her stark gray eyes. Her mouth contorted into a grimace and she quietly mumbled under her breath,


As if  her very words summoned him, there was the distinct snap of someone apperating and another figure appeared at the mouth of the alley. The man ran full tilt down the dark passage, as if the very demons of hell were on his tail. At seeing Donna standing in the shadows he came to a screeching halt and huffing, out of breath from his sprint, said,


Donna rolled her eyes as the man spoke the ridiculous code phrase signifying that he was the buyer of her merchandise and reached into her robes then pulled out a large charcoal black egg.


The man reached out a hand as if to pluck the egg from Donna’s grasp, but she nimbly danced away holding out her hand. While she could not see into the shadows cast by the man’s cowl, Donna could feel the man’s glare upon her. Smiling in cheeky defiance Donna beckoned with her hand. The man plunged his hand into his robes and withdrew a pouch; throwing it at her feet. At this act of defiance from the man Donna’s eye twitched in anger and she tossed the egg at the man. Instantly panic invaded the posture of the clocked figure and he dove for the egg; catching it right before it hit the ground. Heaving a great sigh of relief the man pulled himself to his feet; holding the egg against his chest as if it were a child. With a finally glare are Donna the man disappeared once more; accompanied by the same loud crack.

Smiling to herself Donna bent over and picked up the pouch. She held it in her hand a moment, weighing it against her memory of how many 100 galleons weighed. Finally pleased that the man had indeed not shortchanged her, Donna pocketed the pouch and turned into the night intending to head home where she could count the money in peace.