[@McHaggis] Finally finished with my CS. I made a few small changes. ^^ Also edited the history and changed a few things there!

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[h3][u][b][color=dimgray]Basic Information[/color][/b][/u][/h3]
[color=e2e2e2][b]Name:[/b][/color] [color=skyblue]Blake Maeveen[/color]

[color=e2e2e2][b]Age:[/b][/color] [color=skyblue]30[/color]

[color=e2e2e2][b]Gender:[/b][/color] [color=skyblue]Female[/color]

[color=e2e2e2][b]Marked?:[/b][/color] [color=skyblue]Blake was marked against her will a few years after graduating from Hogwarts[/color]

[hr][color=dimgray][h3][u][b]Appearance[/b][/u][/h3][/color]
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[color=skyblue]Blake is a tall and thin, model-like woman. She stands at a height of 5'10 without her small one inch heels she normally wears. Her hair is a natural looking platinum blonde that often falls down her back, nestled between her shoulder blades. Her eyes round, sporting the brightet sky blue you've ever seen. She often dresses in formal wear, wearing all black and expensive looking dresses that typically would be worn during a funeral or something.[/color]

[hr][color=dimgray][h3][u][b]Skills and Talents[/b][/u][/h3][/color]
[color=e2e2e2][b]Overall Role:[/b][/color]
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[*]Spy - [color=skyblue]Her casual and carefree demeanor along with her ability to blend in among wizards and muggles alike, make her one of the best spies. She knows various spells and potions that enhance her sensory perception skills, and is quite witty. She is able to talk herself out of many bad situations, but is well equipped to defend herself and others if need be.[/color]
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[color=skyblue][b]Talents:[/b][/color]
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[*][color=skyblue]Spying/Information Collecting[/color] - She boasts that she can find information about even the most enigmatic people, place, or objects. 
[*][color=skyblue]Animagus[/color] - She can transform herself into a cat at will. Appears small, black with blue eyes.
[*][color=skyblue]Manipulative[/color] - Blake has a way about her... she always gets what she wants. At times she can be quite scary when something she wants, or information, is witheld from her.
[*][color=skyblue]Artistic[/color] - Blake has a deep appreciation for beauty and art. She is an amazing painter and sketcher. She can also play the piano.
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[color=skyblue][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color]
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[*][color=skyblue]Easily Distracted[/color] - She has an attention span that rivals one of a rabid squirrel. If she is not interested in a topic, she wont stick around to hear about it.
[*][color=skyblue]Annoyingly Blunt[/color] - Blake has no barrier between her brain and her mouth. What she is thinking usually rolls off her tongue before she realizes it.
[*][color=skyblue]Childish[/color] - Though she is an adult and is capable of behaving as such, whenever she gets the chance to goof off or do something silly, she'll take advantage of it. Often times it takes a while for her to grasp the seriousness of the situation.
[*][color=skyblue]Lazy[/color] - It takes a bit of bribing for her to peel herself off a comfy chair and do something usefull.
[*][color=skyblue]Pyromaniac[/color] - She likes to see things set on fire.
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[color=skyblue][b]Favourite Spells:[/b][/color]
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[*][color=skyblue]Accio[/color] - Summons an object to the caster
[*][color=skyblue]Alohomora[/color] - Unlocks doors
[*][color=skyblue]Colloportus[/color] - Locks doors
[*][color=skyblue]Confringo[/color] - Causes anything that the spell meets to burst into flames
[*][color=skyblue]Crucio[/color] - Causes intense pain to the one it is cast on
[*][color=skyblue]Disillusionment Charm[/color] - Causes the target to blend in with his/her surroundings like a chameleon
[*][color=skyblue]Fumos[/color] - A defensive spell that creates a dark cloud of smoke
[*][color=skyblue]Homenum Revelio[/color] - Reveals any human presence that may be hidden in the area
[*][color=skyblue]Immobulus[/color] - Renders a living target immobile
[*][color=skyblue]Supersensory[/color] - Allows the caster to have enhanced senses
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[hr][color=dimgray][h3][u][b]Biography[/b][/u][/h3][/color]
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[color=skyblue]Blake is an extremely quirky woman with a serene disposition and many eccentric beliefs and qualities. Often described as a 'child at heart', she is a complete nonconformist; she lacks a barrier between her brain and mouth, as a result, is not afraid to speak her mind and show who she truly is. Often times she will do random odd things such as talk to herself or turn away during the middle of a conversation. Despite having the attention span of a rabid squirrel, Blake is also highly intelligent and unusually perceptive of others feelings and thoughts. Her demeanor and voice are often distant and dreamy, and she will drift away from a conversation she does not find interesting. She has an uncanny way of making others uncomfortable by being bluntly honest, or rather embarrassingly honest. She is completely unflappable and rarely seems anxious or under stress, even under difficult circumstances. Blake is very good at comforting others when she wants to and is usually quite a joy to be around due to her humorous nature. She has extremely well-developed senses, and an aesthetic appreciation for beauty. She's not interested in leading or controlling others. She is flexible and open-minded about other people lives, traditions, stories, etc.. She is also original and very creative and enjoys living in the present moment.


Blake is the type of woman who appears to have a naive look on life and the world around her. She has a deep respect for all living creatures and accepts those who are good and evil, often speaking about balance in all things. Though she enjoys being around people from all walks of life, she would rather spend time alone with only her thoughts. The darkness that has descended upon the wizarding world makes her uneasy, as she feels the forces of good and evil are out of balance.[/color]

[color=e2e2e2][b]History[/b][/color]

[color=skyblue][i]"When I speak about my past, it saddens me. Though, when I think of the worlds smallest violin playing in the background, I smile and the pain is not so bad."[/i][/color]

[b][u]Maeveen Manor - The Gardens - March 14th, 1981[/u][/b]

Blake's life truly began on the night of her twelfth birthday. 

[i]The warm spring air drifted over to her as she stood in the center of her family's garden. The breeze was a welcome comfort, strong enough to bend the rows of flowers that littered the ground, made the leaves of the trees above her sway, and the fireflies that danced along the pond had to flutter their little wings harder to keep from being swept away. The red dress she wore and her long blonde hair was no match against the unforgiving wind as it blasted her, she became encased in a flurry of red and gold all at once, but her sky blue eyes stayed fixed on the cake that sat upon the single lone table in the garden. Looking at it drew a sigh from her lips. How boring and uneventful the day had been so far.

I started off just like any other day.

She woke up, brushed her hair, got dressed and went downstairs to greet her parents. They gretted her halfheartedly, not mentioning anything about her birthday or hinting that they even remembered. She didn't press, just accepted her usual breakfast of toast with marmalade and tea. It wasn't long before she was alone, the threesome going their seperate ways. Today was no school for her as it was the weekend, her mother had work early, and her father would be taking some business calls in his office down the hall. Knowing already what she was going to do, a small smile formed on the lips of the girl as she pushed up the sleeves of her sweater. She was going to make her own birthday cake today, and it would be perfect this time around. She knew it.

But first came her chores.

Sweeping, wiping down all the tables in the house, dusting, sweeping up the dust because the duster was defective, feed the cat, take lunch to her father, skip lunch, let out the cat, hide the flowers her cat half ate, put the cat back inside, tend to the garden, clean the floors where she tracked in mud, search the house for muddy paw prints and clean those too. When she was done she would bake her cake in the hopes her parents would finally realize it was her special day. Then maybe she would get that red dress she had been asking for for the longest time.

Later that day, she stood in the gardens of her home, wearing the [url=http://image.dhgate.com/albu_315239665_00-1.0x0/modest-red-long-sleeves-custom-lace-applique.jpg]red dress she wanted[/url] and staring at the cake she had made earlier. Somehow, she knew the dress wasn't what would make her happy today... what would have really made her happy was her parents at least pretending to want to spend five minutes with her and eat the cake she worked so hard to make. A sudden feeling of dread began to creep up on her as the wind suddenly stopped blowing and the dress along with her hair began to settle. Sky blue eyes flicked around as her head turned and she studied the difference in the space all of a sudden. There was not a single living thing moving, save for her, and the garden had fallen completely silent. 

Head snapping upwards towards the sky, her eyes would spot a dark cloud drifting over her head, throwing shadows over the garden. A bit of panic started to mix in her head with her confusion as she thought a storm was about to start. She sure as hell didn't want to be outside when it happened. Reaching to her thighs and gathering up enough of the dress to free her feet, she would dash inside the house, leaving the cake there to brave the night on its own. Her golden mane flew out behind her as she dashed as fast as she could to her house. She ran like the devil himself was chasing her. There was something buried deep in her head that told her to hide every time a storm came, and for as long as she could remember, that's exactly what she had done. 

Not making it even two steps into the house, she heard her father shout, toss out a few heavy curses, then scream her name in a way that made her question whether to go to him or not. She heard her mother scold him for yelling a moment later.

"BREENAAAAA!!!" 

"Quiet down you, I'm trying to read."

Opening the large double doors that led to the parlor, she peeked her head in before entering and silently closing the doors behind her. [color=skyblue]"Yes father?"[/color] she answered as she stepped over to him, her feet brushing the rough carpet under the long fabric of her dress. He was standing next to the fireplace, one foot hidden in a slipper, the other bare and the slipper that belonged to that foot was in his hand. Her mother sat reclined in the love seat, her legs stretched out as she lounged and read the small book in her hand. The rims of her glasses were perched on the very tip of her nose and she balanced them there perfectly, even as she reached up and rubbed her tired eyes.

When she spoke, answering her father, his head turned and his eyes held so much anger in them that she actually took a step back.

"What the [b]fuck[/b] is this?" he said, extending the slipper towards her. Her big blue eyes moved from his face to the shoe in his hand. She hesitated, wondering if that was a trick question. [color=skyblue]"Uh... I believe that's your slipper father. Is something wrong with it?"[/color]

"Is something wr-- I MEAN WHATS INSIDE IT!" he said, whipping the shoe at her head. She flinched and stumbled back when the shoe connected painfully to the side of her face. The ends of her dress tangled in her feet and she tripped backwards, landing on her bottom. Sighing and closing her eyes for a moment, she bit back her tears and reached out for the shoe, looking at it more closely.

"Please keep it down, honey." her mother said in a bored tone, eyes not looking up from her book for even a moment.

"She put that damn flower in my slipper on purpose! Who the hell is going to get the blood out of this carpet now huh? You?" he said, turning on her mom and crossing his arms angrily.

Looking into the slipper, she saw there was indeed a brown stem of a rose nestled inside. The rose petals crinkled and fell off as she removed the dead plant from her fathers shoe. Eyes looked up at him angrily and she spoke out before her mind caught her tongue. [color=skyblue]"I didn't put this in here you idiot!"[/color] she said, half shouting to defend herself. Before she could blink, he had stepped over to her, reached down and grabbed her by her hair, yanking her up so hard her neck cracked. She whimpered as she was lifted so high only her big toes brushed against the rough carpet beneath their feet. 

Suddenly a force, much like a large gust of wind, blasted into the room, the large double doors flying open and crashing against the wall with a loud bang. The sound drew all three pairs of eyes towards the doors where [url=http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7400000/Bellatrix-Lestrange-bellatrix-lestrange-7445348-450-600.jpg]a woman dressed in all black was standing[/url], looking positively pissed and amused all at once.

[color=olive]"I wouldn't do that if I were you, you worthless muggle."[/color] she said, stepping into the room as though she owned the place. Her dark eyes traveled around the room, her features turning into one that showed obvious disgust. [color=olive]"I see why it was so hard to find you, now. You were placed out here... with a  pair of filthy muggles...[/color] She paused in her walking and looked back at the three who stared at her with wide eyes, keeping her distance as if they held some disease. [color=olive]"Well? Let her go worthless filth!"[/color] she suddenly shouted, her voice becoming high pitched and hysterical. 

The hand on her hair suddenly was released and she fell back down on her bottom, staring up at her father as he turned on the strange woman. "Who the hell are you!? Get the hell out of my house or I'll phone the-"

[color=olive]"AVADA KEDAVRA!"[/color] the woman shouted, hand whipping out and a seeming to shoot a green light out at her father. He flew back and hit the wall, falling into a heap. Her eyes widened as fear gripped the little girls throat, keeping her from screaming. Her mother, however, screamed so loud, the girl covered her ears in fright and squeezed her eyes shut. Only moments later, she was grabbed by the arm and yanked to her feet. Opening her eyes she would see her mother on the ground unmoving, and the strange woman was dragging her out the door, mumbling to herself. On instinct, she ripped her arm free and ran away from her, dashing as fast as her small feet could carry her. She made it to the garden before the woman suddenly appeared in front of her. Running into her stopped her in her tracks and she stepped away from her.

[color=olive]"Twelve years I searched for you. Don't think i'm letting you out of my sight now."[/color] the woman said with a shrill laugh.

[color=skyblue]"Wha-- what did you do to my parents?"[/color] she asked, tears stinging in her eyes.

[color=olive]"Parents? Ha! More like the scum between my toes. It almost saddens me that you've had to live with those disgusting muggles all your life."[/color]

[color=skyblue]"What-"[/color]

[color=olive]"Shut up!"[/color] she screeched, stepping over to her and gripping the girls chin in fingers that sported long brown nails. [color=olive]"Let me tell you something, you pathetic little girl. Everything you know about yourself is a lie. Those filth I disposed of in there were not your parents... nothing but a nuisance."[/color] she paused. [color=olive]"Tell me, what is your full name?"[/color]

Shivering in fear from head to toe, she had a hard time thinking let alone speaking. Her little lips trembled just as much as her knees did, hidden by the fabric of her dress, but she said nothing. 

[color=olive]"ANSWER MEEE!!"[/color] the woman screamed in her face.

[color=skyblue]"B-B-Breena M-M-Maeveen"[/color]

The woman's eyes narrowed and the grip on the girls chin tightened, nails dug into her pale skin.

[color=olive]"Wrong. Your name is Bedegraine Black. Grand-Daughter of the late Lycoris Black... and my what a nuisance you've been to track down. No one thought the bitch had any children, which made you especially hard to find. Your real parents are still out there, somewhere, but clearly they didn't want you. Instead they dropped you here to live in this city of muggles-- disgusting!"[/color] Her hand recoiled from the girls chin and she reached into a hidden pocket of her black dress, revealing a small vial of purple liquid. [color=olive]"Drink this now."[/color] she said, holding the vial out to her. Taking it in shaking hands, she looked uncertain. [color=olive]"Need some motivation? Drink it now or I will kill you!"[/color] the woman said impatiently. 

Scared out of her mind, she pulled the top of the vial off and brought it to her lips before pouring the liquid into her mouth. The drink actually tasted sweet, like honey, but with a nasty aftertaste. A moment later, she felt dizzy and the weight of her hair suddenly seemed to be too much. Touching her head and bring her hair closer to her, she could tell in the dim moonlight that the long strands were even longer, falling to her hips in dark black waves. [color=skyblue]"What have you done to me?"[/color] she asked, her knees feeling they were no longer going to support her. 

[color=olive]"I simply-- uh oh. Did you drink the whole thing?"[/color] the woman asked, clearly amused as she watched the girl fall down. She stared up at the sky, her eyes going in and out of focus. [color=olive]"Bedegraine?"[/color] the woman called to her, looking down at her with a scowl. 

[color=skyblue]"Dont call me that..."[/color] she said weakly.

[color=olive]"Hn. It is the name you were born with stupid girl."[/color] the woman said. It was then that she felt as though her body was lifted like she was floating. [color=olive]"Oh how much praise I'll get for finding you!"[/color] she cackled.

[color=skyblue]"Who are you...?"[/color] was her tired response

[color=olive]"I am Bellatrix Lestrange. The most powerful and devoted of all the Dark Lord's followers if I say so myself. Do well to remember that little girl. I imagine we will be seeing a lot of each other for quite some time."[/color] 

That was the last thing she heard before consciousness slipped away from her, and her life began anew.[/i]

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In the coming months, she had learned about her true lineage, met with some distant relatives, and was placed under the supervision of Bellatrix. When she was enrolled into Hogwarts in September, she ditched her "muggle name" Breena, but also rejected to be called Bedegraine by her new family, so adopted the name Blake Maeveen and it stuck. When she got to the school, she was sorted into Ravenclaw, despite having a few characteristics of someone housed in Slytherin. This caused her to be shunned by Bellatrix and many others in her family as she didn't fit into the pattern of Slytherins. To combat this, she began to act out of character, adopting a more Slytherin like attitude and lessening the disdain she got earlier.

(Blake during her time at Hogwarts: [url=https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BCn9VRUCYAAqP-Q.png]Teenage Blake[/url])

After graduating sucessfully, Blake was assigned to shadow Bellatrix for a number of years. Picking up quite a few of the woman's quirks such as yelling suddenly, dress style, and a fascination with watching things burn to ashes. Despite being raised by the woman ever since she was taken in, Blake had maintained the idea that all life was important. All people were equal no matter if they were pureblood or muggle born. After being marked against her will, Blake set out to break free from this family that had stolen her away and robbed her of the life she had really wanted. It took her years before she could completely separate herself from the Death Eaters, and when she did, she drank a potion that would change her dark black hair to a platinum blonde, and she ran, removing herself from them as best she could and staying under the radar.

Recently, it seemed the entire wizarding world was going to shit, and Blake, knowing firsthand the people who were bringing chaos to the world, set a new goal to personally get back at those who she was damned to call family. Mostly joining the Ashes out of personal reasons, she eventually wanted to help change the world. Though, it is sometimes unclear which side she is really on. 

In 1998 Blake recieved an anonamous package that had contained Bellatrix's [url=https://img0.etsystatic.com/012/0/5370092/il_340x270.412818630_asgn.jpg]necklace[/url] and [url=http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/18300000/Bellatrix-s-ring-bellatrix-lestrange-18315457-259-194.jpg]ring[/url] inside of it. Along with a handwritten note from the woman saying that she would always be keeping an eye on her. She still wears both pieces of jewelry today and sports a small tattoo of the letter B on her left collarbone. 

Though Blake will never admit it to anyone, she is like Bellatrix in more ways than one.

[color=e2e2e2][b]Wand[/b][/color]
Wand: [color=skyblue]12 inch Cedar Wood Wand with a Pheonix Feather core. Does not bend in the slightest.[/color]
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[i][color=skyblue]Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father used always to say, ‘you will never fool the cedar carrier,’ and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.[/color][/i] ~Unknown

Patronus:
DOVE - [color=skyblue]Those with this patronus are good-hearted, and expressors. They are great at expression, and what they feel and the aura they give off can be pushed onto others, causing those around the dove to feel more calm merely from their presence. They are optimistic people with a strong ambition in life, fluttering from place to place trying to give off energy to others and help out in anyway they can. Their life is their mission, and they have two many goals, to make a difference, and to be loved.[/color]
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