Millicent is almost aggressive with her differentess. Told her entire childhood that girls should be seen and not heard, she does everything in her power to make sure the whole fucking world sees and hears her at all times.
appearance
HEIGHT: 5’7 BUILD: Heavyset, tall, wide shoulders and hips, muscular HAIR: Black, though often changing EYES: Blue, but often changing
Millicent wears bright colors, bold fabrics, and wild prints. She changes her hair color more often than her underwear and thinks glitter is essential.
history
Childhood
Millicent knew she was ugly before she knew how to speak. She can't remember a time when someone wasn't commenting on her 'unfortunate’ bone structure or how hard it would be to find her a husband. She learned how to put on makeup before she learned to read, and she spent her entire childhood on a diet in a desperate attempt by her mother to make her the petite princess she so dearly wanted. Millicent quickly learned to hide and sneak food, so by the time she went off to school she was no longer big boned but full-blown fat.
Her father was embarrassed by her, despite the fact that she looked exactly like him. Girls were supposed to be tiny and demure and seen but not heard. Millicent was none of those things. She often ripped the seams out of the delicate outfits her mother dressed her in, and grew so fast she was always showing off her ankles, despite the house elves best attempts. She rebelled against her shortcomings by being loud and aggressive, quick to violence and with a temper than made the very walls shake. If the only attention she was going to get was negative, then by God she would get as much of it was she could. Her only 'feminine’ pastime was her art. She loved to draw and paint and sculpt. She even tried her hand at making jewelry. It wasn't enough to please her mother, but her father occasionally commented on them favorably.
Hogwarts
Millicent was a swarthy beast of a girl when she went off to Hogwarts, and quickly found herself in Slytherin. She didn’t fit in with most of the other girls in her dorm, and she liked it that way. Anything they may have had in common she crushed with her loud sarcasm and propensity to punch people she thought were being 'fake'. She gave Pansy Parkinson a black eye in the first week, and after that the girls tended to stay away from her. She spent most of her time with the Slytherin boys. Vince and Greg were idiots, but they could at least keep up with her. Draco, Theo and Blaise were too 'pretty’ for her at first. Convinced they were constantly making fun of her behind her back, Millie was as aggressive with them as she was with the other girls. But after a while she found herself warming up to them. They cared more about what they looked like than what she did, and she eventually found herself calming down and opening up around them. She could be funny and charming when she wanted to be, and by second year they were friends. That didn't stop her from beating on Vince and Greg whenever they were assholes, which was often, and she often found herself in brawls with other students. Memorably she got Hermione Granger in a headlock in dueling club.
As the Bulstrode heir certain things were expected of her, even if she was 'unfortunate looking’. In third year she was conditionally betrothed to Vincent Crabbe, which put quite the strain on their friendship. What had been a jovial, one-of-the-guys sort of relationship morphed over night, and suddenly Vince seemed to think Millie should be “more like a girl”. It stung, and Millie punched him more than once for saying things like that. It didn't help that she'd figured out she didn’t much care for boys. She'd caught herself staring at Parkinson one too many times, and there was something about Hermione Granger that made her mental. Yet another failure at being a proper girl. Still, Vince was her friend, and she knew she could get married off to someone much worse.
In fifth year Millie joined the Inquisitorial Squad, and she loved it. She felt powerful and important and really seen by Umbridge. She genuinely was sad when the woman left the school.
Her father joined Voldemort as soon as he rose to power, though he was never important enough to make it into the inner circle. He always talked about gaining favor, and bringing the Bullstrode name 'up the chain'. It was common gossip that Hyacinth Black had married 'beneath herself’ with Bartholomew Bulstrode, and he saw the war as a way to raise his social standing. He saw the Bulstrodes as being on par with the Blacks, the Lestranges, and the Malfoy's, and he was always trying to toady favor.
Millie didn't get very involved in the doings with Voldemort. Girls were supposed to be delicate flowers, after all. Millie couldn't help idolizing Bellatrix Black though. The woman was fierce, and powerful, and no one would ever have dared to tell her she was lesser for being a girl. Sure, maybe she was more than a little crazy, but Millie liked crazy. She started subtly immigrating Bellatrixs hair, makeup and style. It didn't look nearly as good on her, not having Bellatrixs Black beauty, but she found she liked doing it. She felt like a different person when she painted her face and cinched her waist. A powerful, important person. Soon makeup was an essential part of her life, even if the professor's did make her stop wearing black lipstick and racoon eyeliner to class.
The last year of Hogwarts was an interesting one. On one hand, things were good for a Pureblood Slytherin. Millie had been on the Inquisitorial squad, and she liked having some of that power back. On the other hand, all this mindless zealotry was disgusting. Millie hated the careless way the Carrows ruined their education, and she could see how wrong their treatment of the 'problem’ students was. That didn't mean she went out of her way to help them, that wouldn't get her anywhere, but she didn't approve either. So she focused on her own life.
Her friends were clearly suffering more than she was during that year, thought Vince and Greg were having the best time of any of them. She and Vince were scheduled to be married as soon as they graduated, and Millie considered failing her NEWTs more than once. She would have, if she thought that would buy her another year of school. She knew it wouldn't take though, her father wasn't even keen on her getting her NEWTs in the first place. Then Vince got himself killed in the final battle, and Millie was suddenly at loose ends.
After the War
Millies father was one of the first Death Eaters rounded up and captured after Voldemort fell. Millies mother was inconsolable, and Millie wasn't welcome back in her house. It was just as well, since Millie didn't want to be there anyway. She moved to Prague, where she had some distant relatives, and threw herself in the art world. It was here that she finally came into her own. She lost herself in her paintings, and fell in love with a nude model named Tereza. They had a wild, passionate, angry love affair that ended badly, and Millie didnt regret a single moment of it.
For the first time in her life Millie felt powerful. Beautiful. She translated her art to her body, getting tattoos and piercings and experimenting with hair and makeup. She spent a few years as a militant feminist and walked around topless with slogans painted onto her breasts. She got control of her weight and accepted that she would always be broad shouldered and strong but that it wasn't a flaw.
Her art turned toward political cartoons, and she got a weekly column in a local paper. She drew scathinng commentary and was censored so often that she was let go after only one year. She teamed up with other activists and began drawing for their self published magazines. It didn't make a lot of money, but she had never been happier.
Millie never planned to go back to England. She wasn't famous or beautiful or powerful there, she was just a failure. But when the Death Eaters escaped and the borders closed she was forced to go back. She found a one bedroom flat in Hogsmede and took a job at Madam Mallinson fitting robes. She hates it and is trying to get an illustration or cartooning job with the Daily Prophet. They are not a fan of her inflammatory style, and she isn't willing to tone it down, so nothing has come of it yet.