#[ visual. / learning to sharpen my teeth and rule kingdoms. ]

[gildcdmind]

about electra.

call me medusa for my monstrosity is not mine to bear, but yours to fear.

personal. name: electra lestrange age and birthday: twenty-seven, august 28 gender: cis female sexuality: openly bisexual occupation: university student, studying alchemy allegiance: the wraiths family: father; birthplace: london, england residence: london, england languages known: english, french, latin, italian

physical. faceclaim: ella purnell style preference: clothes made of silk and satins, expensive jewellery and sky-high heels, red lipstick and perfectly curled hair tattoos: na

personality. zodiac: virgo mbti: intj-a alignment: neutral evil enneagram: the challenger good: articulate, confident, independent, charismatic, methodical bad: aloof, emotional, delusional, patronising, exploitative neutral: ambitious, intelligent, reserved, calculating, extravagant fears: losing control of both herself or the situation, death self-esteem: electra radiates a quiet confidence and generous amounts of self-assurance. she has a very grandiose sense of self-worth, believing her abilities are infinite. she will never admit being wrong about something or apologize for her actions because knowing she’s wrong and accepting she’s wrong or two completely different things.

personality, a deep dive. silent venom, deadly charm; electra’s words are carefully chosen, calculated to strike where it hurts most. her charm is a weapon—sweet, almost intoxicating at first, but laced with poison the moment you drink it in. she’s learned to manipulate with a smile, to bend others to her will with the softest touch, all while hiding the venom beneath. behind her alluring beauty and measured grace lies a mind that never stops calculating, a strategist always thinking five moves ahead. she’s a master of the subtle art of control, using charm not just to win, but to dominate, without ever seeming to break a sweat. yet, for all her mastery over others, electra remains distant, a queen in her own kingdom of shadows, never fully allowing herself to be known.

calculating empathy; electra may seem cold and ruthless, but her ability to empathize with others is one of her greatest tools. she’s not driven by compassion, but she has a keen understanding of what makes people tick. she can read a person’s needs, fears, and desires with uncanny accuracy, and she uses this knowledge to manipulate and control. in her mind, empathy is a currency—something to be spent strategically. she may not feel for others the way most would expect, but she knows when to use empathy to her advantage, knowing how to soothe or stir others’ emotions to get what she wants. her capacity to understand others, despite her attempt at emotional detachment, makes her even more dangerous—because she knows how to push all the right buttons to turn people into pawns on her chessboard.

haunted by the past; there’s a part of electra that quietly mourns the relationships she’s lost in her climb to power. her connection with iphigenia, once filled with warmth and understanding, now seems like a distant dream. even her rivalry with orestes has turned into something darker—an estranged relationship where the bonds of family have been broken. deep down, electra yearns for real connection, the kind of unconditional love she once shared with her sister. she doesn’t know how to repair these bonds, and part of her is too proud to admit she needs to. yet, a small part of her still longs to reconcile, to find some redemption in the broken pieces of her relationships. but she keeps that part buried, too afraid of what it would mean to let someone in again.

magical. status: pureblood house: slytherin wand: 11.5″, vine wood, dragon heartstring, hard boggart: herself, dead. cassandra considers herself invincible so the mere concept of her dying – something so out of her control – frightens her. rune: mental enhancement rune; this rune grants extraordinary powers of legilimency and the imperius curse, making electra an even more effective manipulator. amortentia: aftershave, a smoky wine, roses best discipline: transfiguration / nonverbal magic / necromancy worst discipline: wandmaking / herbology

backstory.

chapter one: the first drop

Electra Lestrange’s life began with poison—not the kind that kills quickly, but the kind that seeps into the bloodline. The Lestranges were masters of it: their legacy a potent brew of power, pride, and manipulation. From the moment Electra drew her first breath within the cold, shadowed halls of Lestrange Manor, she was marked by it.

As the second-born, she was not the heir, but her father saw in her an untamed potential. “You will be my greatest work,” he once said, a chilling promise that shaped her existence. Her mother was more subtle, planting seeds of doubt and ambition in equal measure. “Strength lies in silence,” she would whisper, pressing a cold hand to Electra’s cheek. “A woman who speaks too freely invites others to poison her words.”

Electra’s childhood was both a gilded cage and a crucible. Her older brother, Orestes, was the golden son. She, on the other hand, was the experiment—a child whose sharp mind and sharper tongue fascinated and frustrated her parents. Their praise was rare and always barbed: a reward laced with expectation. In the rare moments of solace, Electra found herself drawn to her younger sister, Iphigenia, whose warmth and sincerity seemed untouched by their family’s toxicity. But even as a child, Electra felt the poison in her veins: a simmering ambition, a hunger for validation, and a sense that love could never be freely given or received.

chapter two: absorption

As Electra grew, her parents’ lessons became more exacting. Every day was a refinement of her skills: in dueling, diplomacy, and deceit. “The world is a game of venom and antidote,” her mother told her once, brushing Electra’s hair. “You must be both to survive.”

Her father took her under his wing, teaching her the politics of pureblood alliances. He believed in power through control, and Electra learned quickly that love, like power, was a tool best wielded sparingly. With every triumph—a flawless hex, a masterful negotiation—she felt his pride, but it came with a cost: the further alienation of her siblings.

Hogwarts was the perfect crucible for her, a place where she could hone her skills of manipulation and control while slowly, almost imperceptibly, drifting away from the possibility of ever forming genuine human connections. She was too focused on her studies, her power, her ambition—too absorbed by her own world to allow anyone inside. But deep down, buried beneath her calculated exterior, a small, tender part of her still yearned for something more—a connection, perhaps, that wasn’t built on manipulation. Yet, she quickly learned to stifle that longing. After all, power and control were the only things that mattered.

chapter three: paralysis

By her seventeenth year, Electra was no longer a girl but a weapon sharpened by her parents’ ambitions. When she failed to secure an alliance her father had carefully cultivated, his disappointment was like a toxin in her bloodstream, paralyzing and inescapable.

This failure was a turning point. Electra vowed never to falter again. She immersed herself in her studies, mastering the arts of manipulation and charm. She learned to read people as one reads potion ingredients: discerning their weaknesses, their desires, and the precise formula needed to bend them to her will.

But the cost of her ambition became evident in her relationship with Orestes. Their father’s attention was a prize that neither was willing to relinquish, and their once-innocent sibling rivalry curdled into something darker. Orestes accused her of embodying the worst of their family’s legacy, and Electra, wounded, retaliated with the only weapon she had left: her words. “You hate me because I’m what you could never be,” she hissed. “Strong enough to survive.”

chapter four: a poisoned heart

By twenty-five, Electra had transformed herself into a force to be reckoned with. As a key strategist for the Wraiths, a clandestine collective of pureblood elites led by her cousin Orion, she wielded influence like a toxin—subtle, deadly, and inescapable.

Her beauty became her most potent weapon, her charm the sweet taste that masked the poison beneath. Yet the very skills that elevated her left her isolated. Relationships were transactions, alliances mere calculations. Even Iphigenia, ever forgiving, seemed distant, her warmth dimmed by Electra’s growing coldness. Orestes had become her rival in all but name, their battles playing out in political maneuverings and whispered threats. Though she would never admit it, Electra missed the simpler days of their childhood, when the only poison between them was an innocent rivalry.

Despite her triumphs, Electra felt the toll of her choices. The poison she wielded so expertly had seeped into her soul, leaving her hollow.

chapter five: lethal dose

At twenty-seven, Electra stood at the height of her power, but the victory felt bitter. The Wraiths revered her, and her name was whispered with both fear and admiration, yet she was more alone than ever. Her cousin Orion, whose ambitions mirrored her own, became a reflection of everything she despised and desired. The Wraiths, like her family, thrived on secrets and betrayals. Electra began to see herself in their machinations, a queen presiding over a kingdom of shadows.

In rare, unguarded moments, she allowed herself to dream of another life—a life where Iphigenia’s hope wasn’t a distant memory, where Orestes wasn’t her enemy, and where her parents’ expectations didn’t weigh on her every breath. But these dreams were fleeting, banished as quickly as they arose. Electra had chosen her path, and she knew there was no antidote. The poison that had shaped her was no longer a curse but a part of her identity. To abandon it would be to abandon herself.

And so, she raised the poisoned chalice to her lips, drinking deeply of her own legacy. She was a Lestrange, after all, and poison was both her burden and her power.

wanted plots.

"You’re so busy trying to be my hero, you never stop to think that maybe you’re the villain." ; a mirror. electra crosses paths with someone from her past (or a new individual) who has been shaped by the same values, but in a more extreme or toxic manner. this person could be a former mentor or a peer from her youth, someone whose obsession with power, control, or cruelty has gone even further than electra’s own. This figure could push her to confront what she could become if she continues down her path of ruthlessness, making her realize that her coldness might lead to her eventual isolation and destruction. their relationship could begin as admiration or fascination, with electra feeling intrigued by the person’s confidence or power, but over time, it reveals the true cost of embracing complete emotional detachment.

"I loved you, but I loved myself more" ; a previous relationship, potential betrothal? electra’s past is likely filled with brief, transactional relationships, where love is a tool rather than an emotion. however, a former lover who might have known her before she became fully consumed by power could re-enter her life, forcing electra to confront the part of her that still longs for genuine connection. this lover might have been someone electra genuinely cared for at one point—maybe someone who was destroyed by her ambition or left because they couldn’t endure her coldness. the ex-lover might return seeking revenge or closure, confronting electra with the consequences of her calculated manipulation. or there could be an emotional tug-of-war, with electra feeling the pull of the past while trying to keep her guard up, fearing that letting someone in would weaken her.

"The higher you build your barriers, the taller I become" ; an adversary in the ranks. a charismatic and ambitious new member of the wraiths rises through the ranks, challenging electra's control over the group. this individual is sharp, manipulative, and knows how to turn electra’s own tricks against her, potentially becoming a threat to her influence. they might even attempt to manipulate electra emotionally, possibly by using her vulnerabilities or by showing interest in a romantic or intellectual capacity.

"We are all monsters, but only some of us wear masks." ; a ghost from the past. someone from electra’s past—perhaps a childhood friend or even a former ally—returns, someone who has been silently observing her rise to power, waiting for the right moment to make their move. this individual could know all of electra’s secrets, including the more tender parts of her past, and holds a certain amount of power over her. at first, electra views them as a mere threat, but over time, their connection becomes more complicated. this person could either serve as a rival or a potential ally—someone who challenges her in ways she doesn’t expect.

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